Chapter 144 The Fake Daughter of a Wealthy Family 10
Venice is a romantic place filled with rich imagination and a rippling dream in the hearts of countless people.
Surrounded by azure waters and winding water lanes, light, slender, chic and distinctive pointed boats shuttle under the dotted bridges. Countless magnificent buildings seem to be floating on the water, like a beautiful painting.
The unique water city scenery, brilliant historical culture, and romantic masked carnival have created a unique tourist city - Venice.
Su Youran sat on the waterfront pier of St. Mark's Square, looking at the masts standing in the water, the tall buildings on the shore, and the ships coming and going on the deep blue water.
The sun shines down, casting a golden glow. The majestic church opposite is looming in the light and shadow, adding to the mystery. The sea breeze blows, adding a touch of coolness and moisture to the air.
It was in this somewhat dreamy environment that Su Youran once again met the embarrassed Joshua.
Without the dazzling brilliance of the catwalk, he was now in a hurry, with a tense look on his face. A few strands of his silver-gray hair had fallen on his forehead, making the melancholy in his eyes seem even heavier.
Joshua ran all the way to the shore, only to find that there was actually someone sitting there.
The person had a thin back and a fair and delicate profile. She wore a knee-length goose yellow dress and a sun hat of the same color. When she slowly turned her head, Joshua seemed to hear a hymn playing.
Who recognized me from a distance?
Who among thousands of people nominated me?
Who was born to find me?
It's you, Lord Jesus, only you
Only you are looking for me
Born into the world
Joshua was stunned. Was it her? The little girl with the magical eyes...
Su Youran raised her eyes to look at him, then looked in the direction he was running from:
"Do you need help?"
What was exported was actually authentic Italian.
Italian is known as the most artistic language and the most musical language in the world. Because it sounds very beautiful, people praise it as "clear as the breeze and its words are like blooming flowers."
When the most beautiful language meets the most melodious sound, it will be the greatest enjoyment for the listeners.
Joshua feels this way now. On the catwalk, he wanted to look at her a few more times, and now he wants her to say a few more words...
Su Youran tilted her head.
"Perhaps you need to hurry up?"
Is he in trouble? If he continues to be in a daze, things will get bad.
Joshua shuddered and looked back, only to be relieved when he saw no one chasing him. He hoped she wouldn't be implicated.
The next second he decisively jumped into the water and hid under the boat docked at the pier.
The water surface rippled for a moment, and then quickly returned to calm. Su Youran looked away, her lips curled up. The boring trip seemed to have become interesting.
"Happy?"
A pair of slender hands rested on her shoulders and put a thin coat on her:
"It's still a bit cold here, why don't you wear more clothes?"
Owen sat next to her and touched her hand. His palm was warm, and he felt relieved.
"You didn't even tell me you were coming out, and you didn't even take your phone. We had so much trouble looking for you. I almost thought you were kidnapped!"
Su Youran bit her lip and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, I forgot..."
"Next time, remember to bring your cell phone with you..."
A sudden burst of chaotic footsteps behind them interrupted Owen's chatter. They both turned around at the same time and saw a group of men in the same black suits looking around, as if looking for something.
One of the tall and strong black men saw them, whispered a few words to the people around him, and walked over quickly:
"Excuse me for disturbing you two, but have you seen a handsome boy with silver-gray hair?"
"No, it's just me and my sister here all the time."
Owen looked at him calmly, his natural superiority clearly visible:
"I think you scared her, please leave immediately."
The black man looked them up and down stealthily, then looked around to make sure there was nothing that could be blocked. Then he bowed and apologized again, then led the others to look for it somewhere else.
Su Youran breathed a sigh of relief. Owen patted her head and said, “Don’t worry…”
Before he could finish his words, Joshua suddenly emerged from underwater.
He was only wearing a dark blue shirt, which was made of silk and had a glossy feel. It clung to his body, showing off his good figure that seemed to have been carefully sculpted by Michelangelo.
He wiped his face and pushed back the wet hair on his forehead. The charming scent of hormones was overwhelming, and the whole person seemed to be the synonym of sexiness.
Owen lowered his eyes and pushed the hat down on Su Youran’s head to prevent her from looking at the “wet handsome guy” in front of her.
When the black man asked him just now, he didn't think much about it. There were not many people with silver-gray hair, but not few either. How could it be such a coincidence that he would meet that rude guy again in Venice, which is about 600 kilometers away from Milan?
Who knew it was such a coincidence!
"Who are you?"
Those men in black just now didn't look like simple bodyguards...
They were looking for a catwalk model? And an unprofessional one at that?
Joshua climbed out of the water, frowned at his wet self, and stood further away from Su Youran.
"Joshua Berlusconi."
"Berlusconi?"
Freyr looked up in surprise and looked at the closed door:
"Is that the Berlusconi I was thinking of?"
"That should be it." Owen's eyes deepened: "But the outside world doesn't seem to have heard that he has a son this old."
What does the surname Berlusconi represent in Italy? It is a family with a status similar to that of Rockefeller in the United States.
The difference between the two is that Rockefeller has a longer history. Even though he has a profound influence on politics, no one in the family has ever stood in front of the stage. They only operate in the dark.
The Berlusconi family, on the other hand, only began to rise in the 1960s, and its prosperity was entirely due to one person.
Leorica Berlusconi is a world-renowned politician, entrepreneur, economist and media magnate.
He is the founder of the Italian Forza Italia party. The glorious era of AC Milan began under his leadership. He owns several TV stations and the largest book and magazine publishing group in Italy, and has created a media empire of his own.
And he has been re-elected as Prime Minister for two terms.
Patrick scratched his head. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. If he was really the son of that person, would he tell us his name so brazenly?"
The first time we met...oh no, it was a show, and it was only the second time we met. Are you so confident in them?
"And didn't you say someone was looking for him? Isn't he afraid that we would sell him out?"
Owen glanced at Su Youran, who was concentrating on eating chocolate by the window. She had an inexplicably attractive physique, and outstanding people seemed to consciously gather around her.
"Don't forget where we first met him."
Milan is the hometown and base of the man. If he had a son whom he didn't want anyone to know, he would put him there to feel at ease.
Lancelock took a sip of water and said, "What should we do now? Pretend we know nothing and are just a group of ordinary students who are traveling?"
Freyr hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's see what he wants to do."
"Can I travel with you?"
Joshua changed into new clothes and came out. He sat down across from Su Youran without looking at anyone else.
"I heard them call you Michaela? That's a great name."
The archangel... no, he is here to find his Lord.
"I want to follow you."
Although Freyr and others were extremely reluctant, Joshua still followed Su Youran from Venice to Florence.
Su Youran also had another mission when she came here, which was to hand over one of her paintings to Professor Andrew of the Florence Academy of Fine Arts.
Her art teacher was once the professor's last disciple, and Albert took great pains to invite her.
The Florence Academy of Fine Arts is world-renowned. It is the world's first art academy, pioneered the world's art education, is the highest institution of art, and the first of the four major art academies.
As a college professor, Andrew holds a pivotal position in the art world and has taught countless children with painting talents.
It can be said that without a very high talent, one cannot enter this academy.
However, even he could not help but remain silent for a long time when he saw Su Youran's painting.
He stared at the elf-like girl as if he wanted to see into her soul.
“Your paintings…are divine.”
The brushstrokes may still be childish, but the artistic sense that comes from the painting has reached perfection.
This is a portrait of the Virgin Mary that Su Youran painted after returning from St. Mark's Basilica in Venice.
The alternation of light and shadow makes the picture confusing, and the human body shape and clothing texture all have an indescribable beauty.
But none of these can compare to the eyes of the person in the painting.
Those eyes seemed to have magical power. Once your gaze stayed on them, you would never be able to move away. The more you looked, the more obsessed you became, and the more your mind was shaken.
That is God's call to her faithful believers, as if saying:
"Come on, throw yourself into my arms, here you can find everything you want."
This painting, which Andrew described as divine, shocked countless people who saw it later, and was even sold at a sky-high price of $150 million at an auction.
The name Michaela Rockefeller once again became famous around the world, and people were once again amazed at the amazing talent of this ten-year-old child.
They praised her, sang praises to her, and took her as a role model and a goal. Especially those who have seen her paintings, many of them regarded her as a spiritual pillar.
For the first time, Michaela fever swept the world.
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