C36 Ring

I was a little stiff, but I let him pull me into the room.

Although I was already married, it was still hard for me to define our relationship. I didn't hate Eugene, I was even filled with gratitude and admiration for him, but I was afraid that it might not even be love.

Lying stiffly on the bed and sleeping with his clothes on, Ou Jia Rui said in amusement, "You don't have to be so nervous while sleeping. I won't do anything to you."

For a moment, I felt that I was being petty.

"Sleep. Good night."

"Good night." Relieved, I closed my eyes.

A dreamless night.

Before we fell asleep, we lay down on our backs on either side of the big bed, and when we woke up, we didn't know who had taken the initiative, but the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the faint outline of the pectoral muscles beneath Eugene's pajamas.

I didn't know when, but the two of us were tightly hugging each other, and I was a little upset. As a man of honor, Ouijarui definitely wouldn't do anything to me, so when I felt cold in the middle of the night, I unconsciously hugged this heat source by my side.

It's just that if I'd woken up in the night, I wouldn't have had such a ridiculous thought. When I fell asleep, only God knew that Eugene had gently taken me into his arms.

"Good morning, Yao Yao." The deep, magnetic voice of Eucalyptus came from above my head.

"Good morning." "I'm sorry," I said, "but when I go to bed in the middle of the night, I can't help but look for the heat. Maybe I'll just get involved with you."

Ou Jia Rui was stunned for a moment and then reacted. "It's okay, just treat me as a warm baby." Then he rolled out of bed and, out of sight of me, smiled.

"I'll go out and buy some clothes for both of us. You can eat first, no need to wait for me, I'll be quick."

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came back, he had changed from a business suit to a casual outfit. He was carrying a few large bags of mine, and I had eaten my meal and was eating my yogurt spoonfuls by spoonfuls.

"How are you so fast? I thought it would take a long time."

"There's a business district nearby. It was too dark when we arrived yesterday, so you didn't notice. There's a big shopping mall nearby." "Go ahead and change. We won't take a boat in Venice. We came here for nothing."

I picked up a dress and went into the bathroom. It was surprisingly fit, and the fabric was comfortable.

After putting on a ponytail and some makeup, he was ready to leave. The coat that was hanging by the door was already in Ou Jia Rui's hands. "Put it on. It's a bit cold outside."

Venice is known as the Water City ', so that interspersed between the streets and buildings are broad, calm, or narrow streams of water, and in addition to our usual tools of travel there is a boat.

I walked aimlessly with Eugene, who would occasionally let me stand in a better spot and pose for a few pictures, taking pictures with his camera at his own angle and timing.

I have to say, Ou Garui is a very qualified partner, recently on the Internet the direct male photo technology posts have also let me laugh my stomach ache, most of the young girls complain about their boyfriends will not take photos to capture their ugly state, or the expression is very fierce.

However, every photo taken by Eugene had a large standard. In the photo, I was smiling or quiet, while the background was complicated or simple. Although each photo had a different style, it was all very beautiful.

"You didn't even learn photography, did you?" Although I was just guessing, I said it with a tone of certainty.

"A little."

I stuck out my tongue.

Unknowingly, I came to a very special looking bridge. I asked Ou Jiarui, "This bridge is very special. You should know who designed it."

"I really don't know, because this bridge has been around for hundreds of years. "Later on, despite experiencing many storms, the Venetian government spent a lot of money to repair and maintain the bridge. The name of the bridge is Sighing Bridge, and behind it, there is a very sad and beautiful story …"

I took a pose of listening, and waited for him to continue.

"This bridge is the passage from the prison to the execution ground used by the prisoners of old Venice. The guards take the prisoners who are about to be sentenced to death through this passage to their deaths, the small window on the bridge." I followed the direction of the finger.

"That window was for the condemned to have one last look at their loved ones and the outside world, so on the day of execution, the families of the condemned would find a boat under the bridge to send the last of their loved ones away to another world. Life and death are always sad, and everyone who passes by this bridge will always sigh. "

"So after a long time, people call this bridge the Sighing Bridge." I said my last sentence, and Ogari nodded in agreement.

"It is said that when one of the prisoners looked out of that window, he saw his beloved woman and another man fiercely kissing under the bridge. The prisoner, overcome by grief and anger, rushed to the hard wall and ended his own life."

Even though it was just a legend, my heart actually felt a little empathetic after having been disappointed by the person I loved.

"So the bridge has a curse about love. It is said that the couple who kiss under the bridge will be together for all their lives. Of course, this is just a rumor."

I was still lost in the story, sighing to myself, when Eugene took me by the hand to the river, rented a boat, and drifted about on the river.

After walking around the city and tasting the local cuisine, he stopped at a café.

"Are you tired? Pregnant women can't walk for too long, otherwise, it would be very tiring for both you and the baby." As it happened, my legs and legs were already sore, so I obediently followed him into the beautifully decorated and artistic cafe.

Without asking me what I wanted to drink, Eugene ordered the order directly in proficient Italian with the waiter.

A moment later, the waiter came towards us with a tray.

There was a cup of delicious cocoa and a cup of hot milk on the plate, and there was also a black forest cake that looked delicious. I smiled.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and we sat in a better seat, close to the French windows, and I flipped through the photos that Eugene had turned over for me. I liked every one of them.

However, after looking at it for a long time, he felt that something was wrong. "Why are all these photos of you taken of me? There's not a single picture of me?"

"I've been to most of the cities in Italy more than once. I know this place too well. There are no landscapes in the familiar places, but you make landscapes out of these landscapes."

I never knew that Ou Jia Rui could speak sweet words like that. "Don't talk like that."

"You don't get used to it. I thought you girls all liked this set, so I deliberately practiced it. It seems like it's better to be a bit more sincere like before."

I lowered my head and took a sip of my own hot milk. The warm and sweet taste spread to my tongue and heart at the same time.

After we had rested enough, we continued our journey, "How far are we from our hotel?"

I wondered if I should go straight back or take the public transport.

"You have indeed walked quite a distance, but we are still very close to our hotel. The streets here are very winding due to the problem of the river, but this city is not considered big." I nodded, ready to go for a walk.

As if he was really familiar with the place, he took me down a remote path, saying that it was the shortest way back to the hotel. It was just at dusk, and the rays of the setting sun shone through the two rows of buildings that had unique local characteristics, landing directly on us.

"It has always been you taking my picture. Let me take one for you as well. I also know a bit of photography due to my job."

He looked around and saw a woman selling trinkets around the corner. He went over and talked to the woman in Italian for a long time, both of them smiling.

The woman learned how to use the camera simply from Ojairi and walked over with him.

"You taking pictures of yourself is too boring. Let's get this big sister to take a picture of us together, okay?"

Of course I agreed with pleasure, and of course Eugene put his arm around my shoulders. We smiled brilliantly at the camera, and behind us was the picturesque view of Venice in the setting sun.

After taking the photo, Ojire and I went to the woman's stall to express our gratitude.

Although the women sold handmade ornaments that weren't expensive, they were the kind of ornaments that I always liked. A necklace made in pure black, a headdress made from feathers and a bookmark made from metal. I bought a lot of them just because I liked them.

Just as we finished our shopping and were about to say goodbye to the woman, she called out to us enthusiastically and asked us to wait.

From the corner of a large leather chest beside her, she took out a small, exquisite box. Let me open it.

The woman and Eugene spoke in Italian. I didn't understand, so I waited.

Until we left, I didn't see him give the ring money to the seller. I pushed his arm to remind him that he was just hugging me and saying goodbye to the woman.

"No need, she gave it to us."