hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 229 The Best Gift in the World ([-])

　Tang Yumo still didn't dare to give a hug or kiss directly, but reached out to shake hands with the old man reservedly.

　Wait...why is it hot?

　The old man's hands are warm?

　Tang Yumo turned to look at Gu Yihan.

　"Charles is an old friend of mine." Gu Yihan said slowly, "He's alive."

　Tang Yumo poached him with his eyes resentfully, with a cold face, tonight you played tricks on me again! ! !
　The old man closed the door, held a lantern, and led the two of them along the empty corridor.

　The wind lamp dizzed out a small bright field of vision, and as their steps moved forward, the skirts of the portrait of the Virgin on the wall and the bare feet of the sculptures in the alcove emerged one by one.

　Only then did Tang Yumo know that the golden light that had been seen in the depths of the corridor before came from the gold leaf on precious paintings and sculptures.

　Compared with the Louvre, the Uffizi Art Museum is different in that the layout is exquisite and simple. The exhibition rooms are arranged in an orderly manner according to the age of the artworks, so that the viewers will not get lost.

　After the old man accompanied them around on the first floor, he handed over the lantern to them, gave them a few words of attention, and left room for them to appreciate it slowly.

　Although it was only a short time of contact, Tang Yumo already had an inexplicable affection for this Italian old man with the same name as Prince Charles of England.

　How should I put it, he is like an old urchin who still has a childlike innocence, and Tang Yumo and Tang Yumo come and play with each other and make fun of each other:

　"Old Prince Charles, you know a lot!"

　"Xiao Tiantian, for you, I am considering changing my name to Little Prince in the future, so that our names will be more compatible hahaha!"

　"Little Prince, do you know that Gu Yihan hung a fake Botticelli's portrait of Venus in his bedroom, tsk tsk, he has a weird temper, right? But the painting is not bad"

　"Xiao Tiantian, a man who likes fakes, why do you want him? Why don't you abandon Han and stay in Italy, I think you are more beautiful than Venus."

　Gu Yihan couldn't listen anymore: "Carlo, don't you want to go back and spend Christmas Eve with your girlfriend?"

　Tang Yumo laughed when he heard the words: "Prince Charles, do you still have girlfriends? How many?"

　The old man also laughed: "It will be very busy tonight, and several of them are waiting in line to wait for this prince." He whispered to Gu Yihan: "Xiao Tiantian is the most beautiful oriental goddess I have ever seen! You are looking after Venus The woman the portrait is looking for?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gu Yihan to make any reaction, he quickly retreated.

　The old wooden doors opened and closed, and the corridors in the hall were so quiet that a needle could be heard.

　Tonight is Christmas Eve. Tang Yumo listened to the old man's words and thought about it.During this period of time, I was so busy that my feet didn't touch the ground. Although the streets and alleys were decorated with Christmas decorations early in the morning, because I was too busy dealing with various emergencies every day, I had almost no time to take care of them. It was almost Christmas and I didn't realize it.

　Christmas Eve was originally a day for family reunions in the traditional sense in the minds of Western Christians, but now under the influence of the business atmosphere and consumer culture, it has become a special time for many lovers to date and confess their love.

　Therefore, the local Italian restaurant where Gu Yihan and Tang Yumo ate tonight seemed a bit deserted because of the lack of a romantic and luxurious atmosphere.

　Nowadays, whether it is acquaintance, confession or marriage, the form seems to be more important than the content.Christmas Eve in a religious sense is endowed with too much cumbersome meaning, which gradually deviates from God's original intention.

(End of this chapter)