Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

Jiang An sighed: "The outcome of a war is often affected by many factors. That evening, the Prussian army, which had been defeated, regrouped under the leadership of Blucher and launched a fierce attack on the French army's flank."

"At this time, the French army was exhausted. Faced with attacks from two sides, they were finally defeated."

"After Napoleon's defeat, he had to abdicate and was exiled to the island of St. Helena in the southern Atlantic Ocean. This battle also marked the end of Napoleon's empire and a major change in the pattern of European wars."

Jiang An's words revealed his deep feelings about history. He turned to look at Lin Xixi and found that her eyes were also flashing with complicated emotions.

"Xixi, war is cruel, and it has changed the fate of countless people. But history is also a mirror, allowing us to learn lessons from it and cherish peace." Jiang An gently held Lin Xixi's hand and said affectionately.

Lin Xixi nodded and snuggled into Jiang An's arms: "You are right, we must cherish the peace and happiness we have now."

The two stood quietly on the ancient battlefield, feeling the vicissitudes and weight of history.

The wind in the distance blew gently, as if telling the story of those long gone years.

The sun gradually warmed up, illuminating this land that had been ravaged by war. It also illuminated the awe of history and expectations for the future in the hearts of Jiang An and Lin Xixi.

After experiencing the vicissitudes of history at the ancient battlefield of Waterloo, Jiang An and Lin Xixi took a luxury car to the Royal Museum of Art in Brussels.

The atmosphere in the car was warm and comfortable, and the two talked excitedly about the upcoming art feast.

The special car stopped steadily in front of the museum. Jiang An and Lin Xixi walked into this magnificent building hand in hand.

The lighting in the museum is soft, and a quiet and solemn atmosphere fills the air.

They shuttled between the exhibition halls, and their eyes were attracted by the gleaming oil paintings from time to time.

Peter Brueghel the Elder's pastoral scenes, Rogier van der Weyden's religious paintings, Robert Campin's delicate portraits...each painting made them stop for a long time and immerse themselves in the ocean of art.

However, when they came to the "Rubens Hall", their footsteps stopped invariably.

Jiang An pointed to one of the paintings and said to Lin Xixi: "This is one of Rubens' masterpieces. Look at the use of colors and the bold brushwork. It's really amazing."

Lin Xixi nodded, but her eyes were deeply attracted by another painting.

It was a painting depicting a figure lying in a bathtub. The picture was simple and shocking. She asked softly: "Jiang An, what kind of painting is this? Why do I think it has an indescribable power?"

Jiang An followed her gaze, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes: "This is "The Death of Marat" by Jacques-Louis David. It is not only a painting, but also a witness to history."

As he spoke, he began to explain the painting in detail to Lin Xixi: "The Death of Marat depicts Jean-Paul Marat, an important figure during the French Revolution."

"Marat was a revolutionary and journalist at the time. He was admired for his radical revolutionary views and sharp writing, but he also attracted many enemies. This painting depicts the scene after his assassination."

Lin Xixi stared at the painting and found that Mara in the painting was lying in the bathtub, still holding a pen in one hand, as if he was still shouting for the revolution at the last moment of his life.

She felt a mixture of tragic and sublime emotions.

"You see," Jiang An continued, "through this painting, David not only showed Mara's bravery and determination, but also created a solemn atmosphere through delicate light and shadow processing and use of color."

"This painting can be said to be David's tribute to Marat and a celebration of the entire spirit of the French Revolution."

Lin Xixi took a deep breath and sighed: "It turns out that art can record and express history in such a profound way. This is really a shocking work."

Jiang An nodded: "Yes, the power of art lies in its ability to travel through time and space, allowing us to appreciate the beauty while also feeling the weight of history and cultural heritage."

The two continued to linger in the museum, but the shocking scene of "The Death of Marat" always lingered in their minds.

They deeply realized the integration and collision of art and history, and cherished this unforgettable art journey even more.

As the afterglow of the setting sun filled the museum, Jiang An and Lin Xixi reluctantly left this palace of art.

……

After leaving the Royal Museum of Fine Arts, night had quietly fallen. Jiang An and Lin Xixi decided to go to the Grand Place in Brussels to enjoy the night view there.

They walked along the stone road, passed through several alleys, and finally came to this famous square.

The ground of the Grand Place in Brussels is paved with gorgeous granite, which reflects a charming luster under the light.

After years of polishing, these granites are still as smooth as a mirror, as if telling the vicissitudes of history.

There are various ancient buildings standing around the square, which look more solemn and mysterious under the light.

Jiang An and Lin Xixi were walking in the square, and their eyes were attracted by a statue.

That is the iconic statue of Brussels - the pissing boy Xiao Lian.

Wearing traditional Belgian national costume, Xiao Lian stood by a pool with a smile and was peeing. His image is lifelike and extremely cute.

"Jiang An, do you know the story of Xiao Lian?" Lin Xixi asked curiously.

"I've heard some, but not very detailed. Tell me about it." Jiang An responded with a smile.

Lin Xixi nodded and began to tell Xiao Lian's story: "It is said that a long time ago, Brussels was attacked by the enemy. In order to blow up the city, the enemy planted explosives at the gate of the city and lit the fuse."

"At this moment, Xiao Lian discovered this dangerous situation. He had an idea and used urine to extinguish the fuse, thus saving the entire city."

After hearing this, Jiang An was filled with admiration: "What a brave and smart boy! His story will definitely be passed down forever."

The two continued to admire the statue of Xiao Lian.

The sculpture's exquisite carving skills vividly display Xiao Lian's lovely image. They noticed the pool below the statue. The water in the pool was crystal clear, reflecting the reflection of the statue, forming a beautiful picture.

"This statue has become a symbol of Brussels," Jiang An lamented. "Every time Brussels is mentioned, people will think of this cute little boy."

"Yes, the story of Xiao Lian is not only a legend, but also a spiritual symbol. He represents bravery, wisdom and selflessness." Lin Xixi said with deep feeling.

The two of them were immersed in Xiao Lian's story and couldn't help but stand in awe of the city's heroic spirit.

They looked around and found that people in the square were smiling and enjoying the quiet and beautiful night.

"Xixi, what do you think of the night view of Brussels?" Jiang An suddenly asked.

"It's so beautiful! Especially this square, it looks even more charming under the light. Look at the buildings, statues and granite floors, they all seem to be telling the history and culture of the city." Lin Xixi replied excitedly.

Jiang An nodded: "Yes, Brussels is really a city full of charm and history. I am very lucky to be here with you to enjoy the night view and feel the unique charm of this city."

The two continued to walk in the square hand in hand, enjoying this rare quiet time.

They knew that this trip would be an unforgettable memory in their lives.

The statue of Xiao Lian and the night view of the Grand Place in Brussels will remain in their hearts forever.

This square, combined with the surrounding flame-like buildings, is like a pearl shining in the flames.

Jiang An didn't know whether his description was correct, but he was very sure of one thing, that is, Brussels had indeed brought them many different things.

Whether it was the scene in front of them, the chocolates, or the diamonds they had seen before, they were all so unforgettable.

However, in fact, Jiang An's psychology still has a little regret.

Because from what Jiang An knew, there should be a chocolate factory under construction here, just like in the novel, but when he actually arrived, he found that it was not yet completed. (End of this chapter)