Because it was raining, the streets and alleys were very quiet. Mu Yiyi reached out to stroke the stone wall beside him, and carefully looked at the signs hanging on the lintels, which would tell people where this place was, what big things had happened here, and who was born or passed away here.
Dante, who wrote "The Divine Comedy", Leonardo da Vinci, who painted "Mona Lisa", and Michelangelo, who sculpted "David" and "Person in the Mother"...
They are presented here one by one.
After walking for a while, Mu Yiyi stopped. She was a little excited and careful. She always felt that her footprints would overlap with Lei Yufeng's at this moment!
He grew up in this city and must have come here to find the characters who appear in history, biography and novels in the depths of his memory.
He must have been running and playing in the streets and alleys with his friends.
In this ancient city, there are his footprints of growth.
She seemed to be able to see his tall figure, smell his fragrance, and hear him say that she was stupid woman with doting!
How long has it been since she was separated? She began to miss her painfully!
"Feng, I miss you! What about you? Do you miss me?" She squatted under the street, holding the cake like an aggrieved child, sobbing.
He must have hated her, he must have thought she was hating him too!
The moment he shot, she was really hating, but she couldn't see him, but she was heartbreaking.
Missing is like a heart-devouring poison, devouring her bones and blood, her flesh, and her soul.
"Forget me! Wind, forget me! Let me hurt alone, I want you to be happy! You must be happy! At least you must be happier than me!"
"Wind, I love you! I love you! I love you!"
She said in her heart over and over again, and her tears soaked the cake box that had been wet by the raindrops.
She always wanted to live happily with him, she always wanted to stay by his side, be his woman, be his love, be his wife!
However, she could do nothing, she could only be sad, missed, and be alone...
The depressed sobs seemed increasingly desolate and lonely in the rain.
"Miss! Is there anything I need to help?" An Italian old lady stood in front of her with an umbrella.
Mu Yiyi stood up in panic. Although she couldn't understand what the old man was saying, she could see that the old man was caring for her.
So, he wiped his face mixed with rain and tears with his hands and replied in English: "I'm fine, I'm fine!"
With a staggering and panic pace, Mu Yiyi was walking through the streets and alleys. After a while, he stopped and turned around, there was no one behind him.
She was not familiar with the city and seemed to be lost in a hurry.[
The interlaced alleys seem to be exits everywhere, and there seems to be no end anywhere.
She was a little anxious, looking behind her, but she took steps forward and suddenly crashed into someone's arms at an intersection.
The cake fell to the ground, and the muddy water stained the surface of the box.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Mu Yiyi apologized in English, without looking at anyone hitting him, bent down and reached out to pick up the box containing the cake.
After taking apart the ribbon and opening the box, the cake inside was beyond recognition.
She bit her lip, and silently sealed the box again sadly and tied it with a ribbon.