Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

St. Mark's Cathedral, once the largest church in medieval Europe, is a classic of Venice's architectural art.

The complicated and exquisite pattern and gorgeous decoration are amazing.

The most striking thing in the church is the murals inlaid with stones and broken porcelain on the internal walls; First, in the middle of the top of the gate, there are four golden galloping horses.

When Zhan Yan came in and saw these, he was like a little girl, stunned and exclaimed from time to time. There was a clear light in the dark pupil.

"Medieval art is really gorgeous!"

Looking at the quiet and peaceful church, Zhan Yan gradually closed his eyes, devoutly closed his ten fingers, and his slender dark eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings. Although she believes in Buddhism and Catholicism, she can do as the Romans do, which is a kind of respect here.

In my ears are the melodious and graceful songs of the Choir

With a shallow smile on her quiet face, her snow-white skin looks more charming and moving under the orange light.

Fu Beichen seemed to be infected with her joy. Her deep eyes were as beautiful as stars.

"Yan Yan, what wish did you make?"

Zhan Yan opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile. His quiet smile exuded a beautiful brilliance, "I didn't make any wishes!"

"Hmm?!" Fu Beichen didn't understand. Most people who came here made wishes. Although they wouldn't come true, it was always a kind of hope. But Zhan Yan told him that she didn't promise anything?!

"Beichen, don't you know? I follow my mother and I believe in Buddhism!"

"Believe in Buddha?" Fu Beichen just smiled. In fact, in his opinion, both Buddha and God are the same.

The sunlight flowed in through the window lattice of the church, and there were bright lights.

Zhan Yan just smiled, "Buddha said, meeting is a kind of fate!"

"Yan Yan, what do you want to say?" Fu Beichen smiled, but just stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms. "What do you want to say to me?"

"What do you say?" Zhan Yan looked up, but at that moment, he knew that he meant that she was going to give him some soul chicken soup again!

After all, when she was reading, every time she saw a good poem, she always told him to write a note to her and let her make a bookmark.

Now think of it, it's so long ago!

Perhaps the most impressive sentence should be that, the mountain has trees and branches, the heart is happy with you, you don't know!

Unfortunately, Fu Beichen never understood, never understood.

"I know you don't like listening. In the past, I had to let you listen, and even overbearing asked you to write bookmarks for me. I remember you said I was crazy all day. I don't know what I was thinking!"

"Huh?"

Zhan Yan smiled, "Fu Beichen, it's not that you don't know what I'm thinking, but that you know and pretend to be stupid. Maybe you never understand me! Cangyang Jiacuo once wrote a poem. First, it's best not to meet, so you can't fall in love, and second, it's best not to know, so you don't have to fall in love. If you don't meet, if you don't fall in love, you won't fall in love!"

"What about you? Yan Yan?"

"Beichen, don't you think it's superfluous to ask this? I thought my mind, you know, didn't you?" Zhan Yan smiled, but he took up his arm, smiled and leaned against his shoulder. "Years are long, and white heads don't leave each other!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Beichen could not tell what it was like. She was such an exquisite woman, but she did such a cruel thing to another woman!

If not for his investigation, if not for what he saw with his own eyes, he really didn't believe that the woman who could say such words was such a vicious woman.

She said that with age, white heads do not leave each other.

For a moment, his heart did not know why he was so confused. He did not know that he was afraid that he had failed to show him what he was doing. He knew that he had brought her here.

Even her Waltz of love was in his calculation of revenge.

If she knows

Will she still be with him?

At that time, what will be the scene of her and him?

When the clock rang, there were many more tourists in the Holy Church, but they would stop, look at the two beautiful people standing in the church, and couldn't stop praising their beauty.

"Beichen, please buy me coffee. Last time my friend came to travel, he told me that there is a coffee shop next to St. Mark's church. It's very good. Take me to have a try!"

Zhan Yan naturally put Fu Beichen's arm around him and took him out.

Outside, the endless sea is like a flawless jade. The blue sky and white clouds are all around it. It is a charming oil painting.

The surrounding open-air cafes are neatly arranged. In the distance, there are large groups of white pigeons on the square. Sometimes they flock to the ground for food, sometimes with white wings, flying all over the square and flying freely under the infinite blue sky.

Zhan Yan and Fu Beichen came to an elegant and warm cafe.

"Can I help you?" the waiter took the menu and said to Zhan Yan in fluent Italian.

Zhan Yan looked at the sky outside and didn't care. Anyway, Fu Beichen would order it.

"Yan Yan, what do you want to drink?" Fu Beichen looked up at the woman in front of him and asked softly.

"Caramel Latte!"

"A caramel latte, a Nanshan and a cheese cake!" Fu Beichen said to the waiter in fluent Italian. He remembered that they had not eaten for so long. Zhanyan didn't eat anything in the morning because of soil and water.

I think she's hungry, too.

After hearing the answer, he smiled, "please wait a moment!"

Pigeons were cooing in the square with a clear and melodious voice.

After a while, the waiter brought two cups of fragrant coffee and a piece of cheese cake.

"Beichen, how do you know I'm hungry?" Zhan Yan said with a smile. Looking at the cake in front of her, she suddenly felt that happiness was so simple.

"Eat quickly. If it weren't for being abroad, do you think I would allow you not to eat breakfast like this?" Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan beside him and didn't know how to teach a lesson. It was like teaching his wife a lesson.

"Well, I'm really not used to eating bread. If I say, our Chinese food is delicious!"

"Indeed!"

Fu Beichen blurted out carelessly, with a faint smile on his eyebrows.

The sky is very blue, can not find a trace of impurities, infinite tenderness, infinite love.