I still didn't get it right.
The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the small silhouette of Il is hidden in the dark night behind,
On the outskirts of a remote village, on a small road where you can't see your fingers, the slender girl has fallen asleep in the arms of the young man. With the black coat rolled up, the figure of the young man is holding her and walking forward step by step.
The sleeping card floated aside with a faint light, Fangran looked at Ling in his arms and took a shallow breath, as if he didn't care about the peaceful sleeping face of what happened just now, he bit his lips tightly.
Even though I said that I should recognize the power of my participants,
You still haven't been able to completely get rid of your habit of living in a corner and praying for security.
This is wrong!
You can do more than fulfill her wishes in this small village!
Recalling the maliciousness of that person just now, after the anger passed, Fangran felt deeply sad and distressed when he thought of the girl who could only cover her face with her hands.
The bastard just now made Fangran realize something.
This is not enough.
If I had given Ling a better life, such a thing would never have happened.
Taking a deep breath, Fangran straightened his spine and looked at the night sky. It was not for the courage to face the battle and not dodge, but to change his own habits in life. He once again shouted to himself in his heart...
Think clearly, Fangran!
How many times do I need to stress this
Throw away your timid habits, you are a participant with power, unlike ordinary people,
Whether it is money or status, you can get a lot.
old early twentieth century,
The young man with nothing holding the same girl was walking on the small road in the suburbs at night, forcing himself to grow up slowly again.
The dark night where you can't see your fingers, the road ahead where you can't see what is in the darkness, the deep forest whirling from time to time, Fangran looks at this road that even the timid may not dare to walk,
Thinking that if it was him not long ago, he would definitely feel uneasy in this situation,
But now, he surprisingly didn't feel anything,
The girl in his arms seemed to be his own courage.
Fangran took out the Xiang card and slowly put it back, the black box was unlocked by his side, and Altaïr's psionic floating wings unfolded behind him,
Compared with the ability of the mysterious side, the equipment of the technologist has the perfect function of resisting high air flow and maintaining a constant temperature.
A transparent wall of light covered her body, enveloping the girl who was breathing shallowly in her arms. The moment the bluish steel spread out the blue transparent light wings, his figure left the ground and flew into the night sky... .
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...
Feeling warm and comfortable, waking up from the dream, the girl slowly opened her eyes in a sleepy way,
Then found himself lying on the bed.
Um
Dazed doubts appeared in her mind, she sat up all of a sudden, and found herself in a warm and warm room, covered with a quilt.
Overslept again.
Looking at the bright morning sun outside, the girl who wakes up every day before dawn instinctively came up with this idea, and then heard the young man's voice ringing beside her.
"Huh? Ling, you're awake."
Subconsciously looking towards the bed, Ling saw a table not far away, Fangran was sitting there picking up oranges, and there was a book spread out next to it, it's not hard to imagine that this guy must have read it for a long time Don't understand and throw it away.
"Here... where is it?"
Ling looked at this clean and beautiful house in a daze, with wooden furniture, masonry window sills, unused fireplace and kerosene lamp on the cabinet, and asked instinctively.
"Eh... You're really asking me this question. I don't know where this is. I can't understand what this family is talking about...."
His face froze for a moment, and he gave a slightly embarrassed smile. Fangran scratched his head and replied, but he quickly put aside this unimportant question and spread his hands at her, laughing:
"But it's okay, you will find out after you ask yourself."
I froze for a moment, not knowing the meaning of Fangran's words at all.
Just ask
Who to ask
But before these questions could be asked, Ling saw Fangran throw the orange in his hand, picked up a bell, looked at it curiously, and then shook it vigorously.
It didn't take long for the door to be pushed, and a not-so-good-looking woman walked in, and took a careful look at Fangran at the table.
Seeing the young man calmly looking at her, he raised his finger and tapped a piece of white paper on the table, which was written in Italian:
'Take her to the shower and change her into clean clothes'
Nodding fawningly, the mayor's wife put on a warm and kind smile towards the child, walked towards the girl who was still lying on the bed, explained her intentions in a gentle voice, and then pulled her towards Ling when Ling was still in a daze. Go to the bathroom where the water is already boiling.
After more than half an hour,
Fangran looked at Ling, whose slender body was emitting white steam, became white and clean with the help of hot water and soap, from a dusty little wild cat to a cute little girl,
Wearing the clothes of the mayor's child when he was a child, with big light golden eyes wide open and arms wrapped around cloth strips in front of him, holding the hem of the fluffy linen skirt, he looked at Fangran uncomfortably for some reason,
The beautiful little face has bright features, and the slender body is lovely.
Blinking her eyes, she looked at Ling, who had washed and changed her clothes, and tied her hair with a string again. She felt that her whole person was completely different. Fangran nodded in satisfaction, and then smiled:
"Come on, let's go outside."
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...
You always have to encounter practical things before you really have the real feeling of returning to a hundred years ago.
Narrow alleys are sandwiched between the houses made of bricks and tiles, and they are connected to the invisible distance. The streets full of people come and go are full of old men and women wearing clothes suitable for this era.
Unlike Il, which has less than 50 people, here is a small town with more than 1,000 people. There are countless old-fashioned houses and buildings, street vendors selling on the side of the road, and women with baskets and engaged in various activities. people who work in various ways,
The creek flows by the descending steps, rinses the clothes in the wooden basin, the scene full of sense of the times, and it is different from the feeling of Yi Er, who only gives Fangran a remote mountain villa isolated from the world,
Italy in the early twentieth century appeared unbelievably before our eyes.
Ling stared blankly at the beautiful house with a garden behind her, and then looked at the small town in front of her, feeling a little dazed and unreal.
Because she knows that this is the nearest town of Delille, but if she wants to come here...
It takes two days in a carriage!
Did I sleep for a long time...
Following Fangran, Ling thought with some doubts, because she didn't know why she always slept very deeply in the past few days...
In short, the two figures, one big and one small, were each in a daze of surprise.
"Ling, do you know where this is?"
Fangran looked at the European town a hundred years ago in a daze, and then asked the girl beside him.
"De Lier, the nearest town to Il..."
The beautiful girl stood beside him, and after several days of getting along with him, his initially jerky Chinese has begun to become fluent bit by bit.
Delil
Fangran looked around, and saw that the ground made of stone bricks had the style of a small European town. Although it was still a bit old or even dilapidated in his opinion, perhaps this was the most authentic appearance of the world a hundred years ago.
Thinking of this, Fangran looked at the girl standing quietly beside him, looking sideways in one direction as if in a daze...
"Is there anywhere you want to go?"
Seeing her keep looking in a certain direction, Fangran asked curiously, then the girl who had been overwhelmed lowered her head, and after a while she nodded slightly, expressing a subtle affirmation.
"Um... "
...
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the outskirts of the town. It was a white house on a hillside.
Speaking of a house, Fangran felt that it was even like a small manor.
It is far more gorgeous and beautiful than the mayor's house in the small town. The white bungalow has clean and transparent glass windows and a large front door. There are also fountains and gardens that hardly meet the living standards of the people in this town. The overall luxury Makes it feel like it shouldn't be here.
It's almost like relocating directly from a place that doesn't belong here at all.
this room...
Suspicion suddenly appeared in Fangran's eyes.
Why didn't I see such a luxurious house from the air last night
The girl beside her stood on tiptoe in front of the iron gate and looked inside, but she didn't see anyone living inside.
Disappointed, Ling looked away, and Ling looked at her toes, a little sadly depressed.
Is that person not here...
Looking at the girl who didn't know what she was thinking, Fangran took a last look at the house, wondering who would live here,
But he quickly put aside this useless idea, patted the shoulder of the girl next to him, blinked his eyes to cheer her up and asked:
"Ling, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
"Well... Actually, I have a lot of places I want to visit..."