It was an unexpected encounter. On the winding roads under the bright sun of Tuscany, the ancient manor exudes a charming atmosphere. The air is filled with the sweetness of ripe grapes, and the breeze blows gently across the golden wheat fields, like a silent pastoral poem. In the evening, sitting in a tavern on the top of the mountain, tasting mellow red wine, looking at the ancient city of Siena dyed red by the sunset in the distance, at that moment, time seemed to stand still. That tranquility and beauty are still like a timeless painting, deeply imprinted in my memory.