The existence of the Mafia and the wide dissemination of the two "Godfather" have given people the impression that the Italians are fierce. In fact, if the Sicily area is left aside, most Italians are easy to deal with.
The Italian army captured by the Allied forces in World War II was so relaxed and happy that it was numb, and there was no excitement of victory at all.
They would even obediently walk into the prisoner-of-war camp by themselves, and then report the number of people clearly.
In the North African battlefield, as prisoners of war, they didn't even need many people to guard them. Of course, under such negligent precautions, they had actually mutinied in the prisoner-of-war camps and escaped successfully.
After escaping, thousands of Italian prisoners of war ran for dozens of miles, and without any threat... they voluntarily joined another prisoner of war camp.
It turned out that the reason why they mutinied and escaped was because they heard that the prisoner-of-war camp not far away had pasta to eat, but they didn't have it... they just wanted to change to a place with better welfare.
Thanks to the Italians, if Germany had such pig teammates, it would have been much more difficult for the Allied forces to defeat Hitler in World War II.
Xu Tingsheng found the address by copying the Italian on a piece of paper, and then dealt with the two Italians he was very familiar with with ease. He imposed a bunch of harsh conditions, pinpointed their bottom line, and gave them time to think.
For them now, opening up the Chinese market is far more important than immediate profits.
So Xu Tingsheng knew that tomorrow, before he left. They will definitely agree to their terms.
In order to create a sense of oppression for them, Xu Tingsheng even deliberately asked their people to take him to buy a plane ticket to France tomorrow.
When Xu Tingsheng found Li Wan'er, she had already started to move things by herself, she ignored Xu Tingsheng with a stubborn face, and went downstairs with her things in her arms...
In fact, from morning till now, Xu Tingsheng still didn't understand how he offended her.
It seemed that there was no way to ask about the current situation, so Xu Tingsheng had no choice but to honestly carry other things to keep up.
The new house that Li Waner found was not far away, almost the same buildings and rooms, in the same block, separated by two streets.
There is a class of people who don't like too many changes in life. Li Waner is one of them.
Xu Tingsheng was a little worried about this, and asked several times before Li Wan'er explained to him that after moving there, no matter the way to the garment workshop or the way to the school had changed, if someone really came, they would be at the original location. The street can't guard her no matter what.
Only then did Xu Tingsheng feel relieved.
Li Wan'er stayed in Italy for six years, and accumulated a lot of things, especially a lot of drawings and fabrics. The two of them moved slowly for an entire afternoon.
When the last thing was placed in its proper place, Li Wan'er also told Xu Tingsheng that she had already contacted the teacher and would continue her original work.
If Li Wan'er settled down in Milan, it was Xu Tingsheng's time to say goodbye to him, then it was actually time.
Don't have to wait for tomorrow.
The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing, and the two people who were slumped on the sofa were hesitating how to speak.
Xu Tingsheng said: "I..."
Li Wan'er took a deep breath, exhaled, and said somewhat unnaturally: "Let's have dinner together, and then I'll take you around Milan... The rest, I'll talk about the rest later."
This time, Xu Tingsheng misunderstood. He thought Li Wan'er meant that she already knew that he was going to leave and was going to say something.
After hesitating for a while, Xu Tingsheng said, "Okay."
"The Last Supper" is in the collection of the Abbey of Santa Maria delle Graci in Milan, Italy.
The restaurant Li Wan'er took Xu Tingsheng to was not far from there.
Finally, Xu Tingsheng discovered that Italian food is actually quite good...
Seeing him constantly marveling while eating, Li Wan'er couldn't help asking curiously: "Have you never tried to find a better restaurant here before?"
Xu Tingsheng shook his head and said, "I can't understand the menu even if I found the key."
"Then what did you eat when you came to Italy?"
"McDonald's. I eat McDonald's for lunch."
“…I was wondering, what if you go to France?”
"I've been there, it's still McDonald's."
Finally, Li Wan'er, who had been gloomy all day, smiled.
After dinner, Li Wan'er took Xu Tingsheng through the bustling streets of Milan. This may be the place where she will live forever in the future. When she is forty or even old, she doesn't know whether he will come or not.
Like any big city, the streets of Milan are lined with tall buildings.
Thankfully, many buildings here are made of marble, and with exquisite decoration, they still look noble.
The building that really made Italy live up to the Renaissance is actually the church. Xu Tingsheng, who had taught the "Renaissance" to students countless times in his previous life, was very interested and wanted to go in and take a good look.
However, Li Wan'er, who obviously had a "Bible" at home, was unwilling to go in anyway.
This made Xu Tingsheng very confused.
He asked, but Li Wan'er remained silent.
When he asked again, Li Wan'er said coldly, "I don't know if I need to repent now."
Then Xu Tingsheng became even more confused.
The two walked for more than an hour and came to the famous Via Montenapoleone.
The buildings on Montenapoleone Avenue are relatively not so tall, and the road is not too wide, but it is very beautiful. Stepping on the stone road, it feels like walking in an elegant alley.
Of course, its biggest feature is that it is expensive, very expensive.
Most of the high-end boutiques of the world's top fashion brands are gathered here. Xu Tingsheng came here in a hurry in his previous life, and after confirming that he was really poor, he returned empty-handed.
This time he came again and found that he was actually too poor.
Of course, this time is actually much better than last time. If you are willing to grit your teeth and close your eyes, you can also bring some high-end gifts from Milan to your family and friends, but Xu Tingsheng also does not plan to buy anything. Running around with heavy luggage.
Li Wan'er stubbornly insisted in the Armani boutique to buy a suit for Xu Tingsheng, but Xu Tingsheng put it on and said, "It doesn't look as good as yours." She finally stopped insisting.
At that moment, she wanted to say: "Then I will make a few more sets for you."
But thinking of the meaning behind this sentence, Li Wan'er held back.
…
Xu Tingsheng, who was already not in high spirits that night, was made even more depressed by Li Waner's strange mood. The two of them were silent all the way until he saw a car stop outside a high-end restaurant, and then a person got out of the car.
"I'm going... Inzaghi! I'm going..."
Talking to himself, Xu Tingsheng shouted excitedly "Pippo, Pippo, Super Pippo..." after being dazed for a while, and ran towards the restaurant door at high speed...
Inzaghi glanced back, smiled, and walked into the restaurant.
Xu Tingsheng was stopped by a strong man welcoming guests at the door.
No matter what Xu Tingsheng said or gestured, he would point to his ears, smile and shake his head.
Li Wan'er rushed over out of breath, put one hand on Xu Tingsheng's shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"Inzaghi...do you know?" Xu Tingsheng asked.
Li Wan'er shook her head.
"...you actually live in Milan." Xu Tingsheng sighed, looked around among the tall buildings, pointed to a large advertisement of Inzaghi, and said, "That's him, I like him very much."
"Football star?" Li Wan'er asked Xu Tingsheng before, knowing that football plays a large part in his impression of Italy.
"Yes, superstar. One of my idols."
"... I said why you are like a child. Then you now..."
"I'd like an autograph, and a group photo would be even better. So, shall we go in and have another meal?"
Li Wan'er looked at the suddenly childish Xu Tingsheng, and couldn't help smiling dotingly, then turned around and chatted a lot to the welcome guests at the door...
"How is it?" Xu Tingsheng asked anxiously.
Li Wan'er shook her head and said, "He said that you wouldn't find that Inzaghi's if you went in, and the restaurant wouldn't allow other guests to disturb his meal, it's very impolite."
Xu Tingsheng thought for a while and said, "Then I'll wait here for a while. Anyway, I'm tired from shopping, so let's take a rest."
"Then I will accompany you." Li Wan'er said.
The two found a bench on the street not far from the door and sat down. They chatted while waiting in the bustling streets of Milan.
Perhaps because of the scene just now, the childish Xu Tingsheng played down Li Waner's heaviness and entanglement, her mood improved a lot, and her eyes on Xu Tingsheng also became brighter.
"I didn't expect you to chase after stars, I feel very naive, a bit unlike you." Li Wan'er said with a smile.
"It's different," Xu Tingsheng explained, "People like Inzaghi and Henry, the main meaning of them is not the stars I like, but the people who accompany me through the memories of my youth. It is time for me to bid farewell to my youth."
Excited Xu Tingsheng actually slipped his mouth, but fortunately, these words can also be understood as a calculation of future time.
Li Wan'er didn't notice it, and said with a smile: "But you are only twenty years old."
Xu Ting was in a trance, and those feelings of saying goodbye to youth seemed to be unnecessary. At twenty years old, he was still young, and Inzaghi and Henry were also in their prime, killing all directions...
"This time when it's time to bid farewell to youth, what kind of me will I be?" Xu Tingsheng thought.
Li Wan'er interrupted his thoughts and said, "Do you play football yourself?"
Xu Tingsheng said, "Yes, kick."
Li Wan'er said, "Then are you good?"
Xu Tingsheng said, "Of course."
In order to prove that he is really good, Xu Tingsheng excitedly described to Li Wan'er his performance in the match between Yan University and Jianhai Technology, how he turned the tide. Listening to him talk, bragging, watching him gloat...
Li Wan'er seemed to have seen the "little gangster" she had never forgotten again, but he, that unreliable guy, had nothing to do with a successful young rich man.
That "little gangster" is the Xu Tingsheng whom Li Waner really misses and does not want to part with.
Because of this, when Xu Tingsheng suddenly realized that he had nothing to sign Inzaghi, Li Waner took the initiative to say:
"I'll buy it for you... Don't worry, I'm familiar with this place. Then I can speak Italian, so it's convenient to ask people."
Xu Tingsheng hesitated for a moment, it seemed that there was really only one way at the moment, he had to stay here and watch.
"That way, you can help me buy a signing pen, and a Milan jersey, red and black arrow shirt, number 9. Look around, forget it if you don't have one, don't go too far."
Xu Tingsheng described to Li Wan'er the jersey he wanted, and gave him a few more instructions.
After listening carefully, Li Wan'er stood up and said, "Well, don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Seeing her trotting all the way into the distant crowd, her back and footsteps, Xu Tingsheng suddenly had a feeling that she was not Li Wan'er at all, how could she look like the 31-year-old Li Wan'er!
Li Wan'er said it was very fast, but actually went for a long time.
Fortunately, when Xu Tingsheng saw Inzaghi walking towards the door through the glass door, she just came back to Xu Tingsheng out of breath.
"Also, is there still time?"
While Li Wan'er asked Xu Tingsheng out of breath, she handed him a pen and a paper bag.
"Well, just right. Thank you."
Xu Tingsheng took off the pen cap, then took out his jersey...
Then, he was stupid.
It’s a jersey, it’s No. 9, it’s an arrow shirt, but it’s not red and black, it’s blue and black, it’s not AC Milan’s No. 9 Inzaghi, it’s Inter Milan’s No. 9 Cruz jersey…
Xu Tingsheng is actually happy to collect a Cruz jersey. He has no clear preference for the two rival teams in Milan. His first jersey is Inter Milan. At the same time, he likes Inzaghi of AC Milan. , Rui Costa…
The problem now is that if Xu Tingsheng doesn't mind, it doesn't mean that Inzaghi won't mind. It is impossible for Xu Tingsheng to sign the jersey of his rival in the same city, and it is impossible for him to sign it.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Xu Tingsheng's surprised expression, Li Wan'er asked.
It was already a bit cold, and her face was covered with sweat. Xu Tingsheng suddenly felt that he was too naive. He reached out to help her wipe it off, but she took half a step back and avoided it.
"fine."
Xu Tingsheng was slightly embarrassed, but did not tell Li Wan'er the problem.
She doesn't understand football at all, and she doesn't know who Inzaghi is or which team he belongs to. Although Xu Tingsheng described it, there may be no AC Milan jersey store nearby, and she is too anxious.
It is also possible that she asked people on the road, but she was tricked by a black-bellied "Neirazuri" (the name of Inter Milan fans)...
"Did I buy it wrong?" Li Wan'er asked.
"No, that's right."
Xu Tingsheng shook his head resolutely, not wanting her to blame herself. The person who should blame himself now seems to be Xu Tingsheng.
Inzaghi pushed the door out, and the fans gathered around the door shouted "Pippo, Pippo", and handed over the notebook and pen in their hands. Inzaghi smiled apologetically, waved his hands, and walked towards the car parked not far away.
He didn't take any notebooks.
Xu Tingsheng thought about letting him sign his shirt, but today Inzaghi may be in a hurry to go on a date, and has no intention of signing for the fans at all. Pippo's romanticism is almost as famous as his goals.
Seeing this situation, Xu Tingsheng simply gave up the idea of signing.
In fact, he was just impulsive just now. No matter how much he likes football stars or celebrities, at Xu Tingsheng's mental age, he is not crazy about it... Those who play football watch him play football, those who sing listen to him sing, act in movies It is enough to contribute to the box office.
He stood still.
"Is it him? That... Inzaghi, Pippo?" Seeing that Xu Tingsheng didn't move, Li Wan'er asked.
"En." Xu Tingsheng nodded.
"Then why don't you go there?"
"He doesn't seem to be planning to sign. You see, he didn't sign any of these people. Actually, it's not that important. I just did it on a whim." Xu Tingsheng said, pointing at the fans who were helplessly scattered in front of him.
Li Wan'er said: "Let's try, I can speak Italian, I'll help you to try."
After speaking, she took the pen and jersey from Xu Tingsheng's hand, ran to Inzaghi who had opened the car door, first called "Pippo" like Xu Tingsheng did before, and then babbled a few words in Italian.
Xu Tingsheng shook his head with a wry smile, "It's a good thing he doesn't plan to sign the autograph today, or he'll be pissed off by that Inter Milan jersey."
Thinking of this, Xu Tingsheng didn't call Li Wan'er, but just ran forward a few steps.
Then... Unbelievably, Inzaghi, who had already opened the car door, stopped. He looked at the fans who had dispersed and Li Wan'er who was standing not far away. He stopped in a gentlemanly manner, smiled, nodded... and then walked over.
The two chattered a few words in Italian.
Xu Tingsheng saw that Inzaghi took over the pen...
Then, when he took the jersey, he was visibly shocked and stunned.
The two whispered something.
"It doesn't look like a quarrel, so it should be fine." Xu Tingsheng thought about it, and wanted to laugh.
Immediately afterwards, a scene that Xu Tingsheng never expected appeared. While looking left and right, Inzaghi still signed an Inter Milan jersey. That is the jersey of the rival Inter Milan!
After signing, Inzaghi cautiously handed back the crumpled jersey and signature pen to Li Wan'er, and the two spoke a few more words.
Then he got into the car and waved away.
"Did I buy the wrong jersey?"
Back in front of Xu Tingsheng, Li Wan'er's first words were like this.
"Why, you know?"
Seeing Inzaghi's signature on the Inter Milan jersey, Xu Tingsheng answered dumbfounded.
"He said it. He said it was the opponent's jersey and he could sign it for me, but told me not to let others see it."
Xu Tingsheng started to laugh, and said, "He's telling the truth, and this really shouldn't be seen by others. How should I put it, it's unbelievable that he would sign it. Uh, what did you tell him?"
"I said that I came from far away China, and I might just meet him once." Li Wan'er said.
"Then he's quite nice." Xu Tingsheng said.
Li Wan'er shook her head.
"What's wrong?"
Li Wan'er showed a gloomy expression, and said: "He signed and asked me for a phone number... but I didn't give it. I said China's phone number, but he couldn't get through."
Xu Tingsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he looked at the car that was about to disappear in the distance...
"I didn't expect you to be such an Inzaghi. Well, I said why did you sign it, even the jersey of the rival in the same city. Your sister! No wonder the newspapers are writing about how lazy you are every day."
"This guy is very flamboyant, next time if you encounter him, just avoid him." Xu Tingsheng said.
Li Wan'er nodded seriously, and said, "Yes, good."