This weekend, Carlos didn't stay in the small playground of the orphanage to practice basketball like before.
Of course, he was not alone.
A black-haired doll accompanied him.
Carlos had changed into new clothes that had been distributed some time ago. God knew how long it had been since he had deliberately changed into new clothes like this.
Carlos was a little nervous as he waited in front of the bus stop. However, his handsome face was cold, and his clenched fists were in his pockets. No one noticed his emotions.
Carlos walked past the slightly reflective object without leaving a trace. Fortunately, his hair was soft and fluffy today, and it was no longer messy like a bird's nest.
Su Qingjia asked him out today. It was the first time.
The waiting time was long and boring, but when the doll in the red dress appeared in front of him, it seemed that everything became wonderful.
Su Qingjia had come out to collect some fresh flowers needed for some skincare recipes. Barcelonans enjoyed the unique climate and geographical conditions, and the romantic Spain had made the flower market very large.
A gentle and affectionate young man might generously buy an entire basket of flowers from a flower girl and give it to a beautiful girl who caught a glimpse of it.
The encounter was not only in Lijiang, but in this epic city, hormones were burning at the peak of the Gold Coast.
The two of them took another bus, and Carlos was going to take her to Rambla Avenue.
The Rambla was the world's famous street for wanderers. It used to be Barcelona's first street and now divided the old city into two. The crowds of people coming and going showed that there was unlimited energy here. The eternal lights and mellow beer brought excitement to the people who sought excitement day and night.
At first, it was just a river filled with mud. After several wars, it still preserved the ancient bookstores and flower shops. The road was filled with young people holding extra-large beer glasses and the most special office workers-wandering artists.
They wandered the streets where artists gathered, making every corner exude a wonderful charm. They competed with street creativity, and their smiles never tired.
There was also a huge flower wholesale market nearby. All kinds of flowers from all over the world were gathered here. There was nothing you couldn't think of, and there was nothing you couldn't find.
Of course, Carlos had his own selfish motives for coming here. This was his favorite place to come to other than the small playground, because everyone here was a lonely pursuer and a homeless wanderer.
He was the same.
They went to buy flowers first. Su Qingjia translated the flowers she needed into Spanish and wrote them on a note. This was a prescription she got from an old Beijing socialite. The socialite lived in a courtyard house. After so many years, she still wore the most fitting qipao and maintained her figure strictly. Her exquisite embroidery had gone through hundreds of years of wind, rain, and snow.
She was already very old, but when she walked towards you in her high heels, you would still be mesmerized by her beauty.
Su Qingjia used his connections to find this socialite and had a conversation with her. Fortunately, through this conversation, Su Qingjia got the opportunity to interview her.
This prescription was said to have been passed down from the ancient palace and was specially used by concubines. It required the support of many flowers and herbs. After drying them in proportion, they were ground into a cream and applied to the whole body. It was not harmful to the body. It was said that it could develop a body of ice and snow skin when used from a young age.
Su Qingjia thought of the old socialite and felt that the effect was indeed real.
In the past, when material resources were scarce, those were really high-end skincare products that only nobles could enjoy. However, it was different now.
Carlos took her around the flower market and bought all the flowers in a short time. The flowers were full and tender, and the petals were soft and juicy, which suited her needs very well.
Su Qingjia was prepared to make one set to try it out. He bought three sets of fresh flowers. If it was ruined, there was still a replacement. There were not many raw materials for the third set. It was just a big handful of kraft paper and Chinese bellflower. While wandering around, they found a medicinal herb shop in the corner. They went in and asked around. All the raw materials that Su Qingjia wanted were all ready.
Carlos took the initiative to carry all the things on his body. The handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes made the little girl selling flowers on the street blush. Su Qingjia really wanted to take a picture of this beautiful young man. Well, she didn't bring a camera.
What a pity. She looked at him again. He had soft blonde hair, a face decorated with fresh flowers, and blue-gray eyes. He would grow up to be a handsome man.
Carlos was a little embarrassed by her stare. Su Qingjia noticed that no matter if he was nervous, shy, or some other small emotional outburst, his right ear would twitch a little.
Now, he was not only moving slightly, but also turning red. His skin was very thin, and he looked like a red cherry.
Holding back his laughter, Su Qingjia looked away reluctantly. What a shy boy.
For some reason, Carlos felt a little depressed. Feeling the boy's disappointment, Su Qingjia said,""Let's go to the Rambla now, shall we? Can you be my tour guide?"
Carlos nodded. The heat on his face had not dissipated. The two of them had known each other for more than half a month. Su Qingjia realized that this young man was extremely quiet. He was like a snail wearing thick armor, sealing himself inside.
Now, he extended his feelers slightly and communicated with others.
Alright, this bystander was Su Qingjia himself.
Carlos walked in front of Su Qingjia and led her away.
The Rambla Avenue in Su Qingjia's memory was already very blurry. Now that he had returned to the old place, those vague fragments were slowly pieced together.
The wandering artists were playing their own roles. The sound of the guitar and the wind was melodious and moving. The skilled craftsmen used paper to make fake flowers. The bookstores always had stories of dragon slaying. The dragon's blood flowed down and splashed on the land of Barcelona, turning into blooming roses.
On this avenue where the old and the new intersected, the buildings witnessed the changes of time in the most tranquil and beautiful manner.
There were artists sketching passers-by on the street. Su Qingjia thought for a moment and pushed Carlos over." Hey, pretty boy, you're like a painting today." Carlos was a little embarrassed when he heard this praise." Now you can leave a souvenir here."”
Su Qingjia sincerely asked the artist to draw a sketch of the boy with the bouquet. The painter obviously liked this beautiful young man. He asked Carlos to stand under the street lamp and began to outline the outline.
Carlos was at a loss. He didn't know where to look, and his hands were already wet with sweat. He had walked along this street many times and met many people who asked the artist to sketch here.
Once, he was watching a magic show on the street and blocked a tourist. The tourist was very angry and told him to get lost. He listened to the tourist curse "dirty boy, little beggar" and kept apologizing.
But today, he had become a model here, and the people around him would smile at him in admiration.
Carlos caught a glimpse of the small shop that had the doll he had always wanted to buy. The window was bright and clean, but he suddenly realized that he could not remember what the doll looked like. He only vaguely felt that she had blond hair.
It was as if all those lonely days of being laughed at were gone.
He looked at the girl in the red dress who was standing at the side and watching the painter draw. Barcelona had a famous legend of a dragon slayer. It was said that a warrior saved a beautiful girl from Batllo's apartment.
Carlos thought that if that girl was Bella, he would be willing to pick up the butcher's knife and cut through the thorns without fear.
In fact, he had always wanted to tell Bella that she was so beautiful today. However, the way Bella looked at him made him a little embarrassed. He wanted to stop her, but he was a little reluctant.
When he wanted to ask her to look at it for a while longer, Bella stopped looking.
His heart felt a little stifled.
However, he thought, this was a painting that Bella paid the artist to paint, then…
She would probably bring it home.
Just thinking about it made him a little excited!
The redness unconsciously crept up his cheeks again. It was really hot these few days. Carlos thought.
Happy times were always short. The painter had finished painting. Su Qingjia called Carlos over." I'm done. Take a look. Isn't it beautiful?"”She then said," You've been standing there for so long. Are your hands sore? Why don't I take it?"”
Carlos quickly took the flowers and stepped back. He stammered,""No…no need, I'm not sore…I can do it.”
Su Qingjia suddenly felt that he was a bit like a playboy who robbed a girl. Aiyo! What the hell was that! If he was going to be robbed, it would be her. "Alright, then tell me when you're tired. Look, don't you think this painting is very beautiful?”
Holding the flowers in his arms, Carlos glanced at Su Qingjia and made sure that she was focused on the painting. Then he stepped forward lightly. There was a pure white sketch paper on the wooden drawing board. The artist used smooth strokes to draw the outline. The light and shadow of his nose made him look very deep. The flowers in his arms half covered his exquisite collarbone.
The most touching thing was his eyes, which seemed to carry the warmth that could melt the top of the Pyrenees. The painter seemed to be particularly fond of this part of his body. The arc and thickness of his eyelashes were quite accurate. His eyes flickered as he looked into the distance.
" So that's what he looks like in other people's eyes," Carlos thought." What about in Bella's eyes? Is he also this clear and gentle in Bella's eyes?"
He didn't ask. This time, he began to feel that the kind Sister Rosa was right. People should have expectations.
He hoped that Bella would think the same.
Many years later, this painting appeared as an auction item in an auction held to help African children. The artist who painted this painting was no longer known, but the flower boy's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the paper and seep into his heart.
The young man's name resounded throughout the world. Tens of millions of people had once shouted his name crazily, and they had also been obsessed with getting a jersey covered in his sweat. He became the benchmark of the new era.
He named the painting " Pretty Boy."
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