Milan, Via Montenapoleone.
What happened two days ago made everyone in the neighborhood shocked to learn that the 'Victoria', which was only open for noble ladies on the most luxurious street in Italy, has changed its owner.
It is said that an aristocratic prince from the Far East spent a lot of money to buy the store, and it became the talk of many people after drinking.
But in fact, in the store named after the queen of that country's most prosperous era, in fact, except for the replacement of the manager, everything is still operating normally, but...
On the upper floor of the hall where luxurious and expensive jewelry and elegant and intricate dresses are sold, the entire floor was originally just a room used by the previous owner for a temporary rest, but it has been completely used as a bedroom by young people and girls.
Although there is a beautiful manor in the suburbs, in fact, after only staying for one night, Fangran clearly realized...
There are only two people living in such a big place, which is really troublesome.
How do you think that in a bustling area like Via Montenapoleone, as long as you go downstairs, you will be near the busiest city center in Milan? This kind of accommodation is more convenient, so he only brought Sharon and a servant and handed over the manor Housekeeping.
This may be the difference between nobles and ordinary people's concept of villas and apartments.
Under the clear blue sky without waves for two days, a girl with a black and white gothic skirt was strolling through the streets of Milan a hundred years ago, and the cowhide short boots under the black stockings followed him step by step through the sewer. When the steaming brick streets,
Fangran had simply decided in his heart to regard the manor and the shop as fixed assets.
And now in the room on the top floor of Victoria,
Young people and girls who have already visited all the interesting places around them are sitting at the classical desks. They are surrounded by various handicrafts and decorations that they bought as soon as they saw them. Sharon gave them a smile. They served Darjeeling black tea.
Don't forget, this is the world a hundred years ago,
But although there was no internet for entertainment, Fangran didn't feel bored because he found a new and interesting thing yesterday.
"Seven... its.. oh? Alice?"
Wearing a pure white shirt and a flat suit vest, Fangran, who had a bit of an aristocratic look in this era, uttered a pronunciation with difficulty and hesitation, and then looked at the 'ciao' written by Ling on the paper in front of him. The scumbag was stunned and at a loss.
The girl sitting opposite him with white and soft shoulders on her long sleeves nodded to him, and then sorted out the language a little bit. Ling, who was not very clear about the meaning of the language, explained with some uncertainty:
"The meaning of greeting... It can be used when you meet and separate, but it can only be used on people you know..."
"Does that mean hello and goodbye..."
As a scumbag who started to learn Italian before he even understood English, Fangran barely understood the usage of this word with two diametrically opposite meanings.
Uh... By the way, have I heard this word in some hot-blooded manga...
That's right, this is what Fangran came up with when he was bored in his spare time.
learning Italian with Ling,
only...
"Fangran?"
"Ah, it's okay, it's my turn... Well, Ling, just say this time..."
Fangran, who was pretending to be thinking when the young girl with light blond hair called her name, looked at her, then took out her mobile phone that couldn't connect to the Internet, turned on the camera, blinked suddenly and said:
"Ling, tell me to try Oni-chan once."
click,
rec, ding... ..
Slightly stunned, these two days on the street have been used to the other party taking out a machine from time to time, pointing at her and smiling and saying 'eggplant~', Ling played with the cuffs of her long sleeves and looked up at Fangran, then she was weak and weak The voice tried to carefully test the opening:
"Unnie... sauce?"
boom!
Looking at Ling, with her delicate and fair shoulders that make people want to hug her tightly, and her delicate and beautiful young face, the moment she said this word to herself with an innocent face...
Fangran felt as if he had been shot in the heart. The Nuo family fell to the ground and froze on the chair. He couldn't help but make some kind of terrible moron voice in his mind.
"Oni-chan... what does this mean?"
Curiosity arose in the light golden pupils, and the girl's crisp voice rang in his ears. Looking at Ling who was facing him and asked what he meant by 'Oni sauce', Fangran felt his head in a daze. Puff of steam!
"This... this word means... well, it is a dialect used to say hello, yes, it can only be used on familiar people..."
The old face was reddish, Fangran scratched his cheeks with his fingertips and forced a smile on his forehead with cold sweat, stammering his words desperately to explain, don't look away from his eyes, and at the same time picked up the black tea on the table to cover up and at the same time desperately brainwashed himself.
I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't lie...
"Oni sauce..."
Ling felt that the pronunciation was a bit strange and repeated it, and the big eyes with light golden pupils looked at Fangran and repeated it again for confirmation.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!"
She never expected that there would be a day when Ling would call herself 'Oni Jiang' in an innocent and crisp voice, so Fangran was caught off guard and sprayed out a sip of black tea.
No.. no more! Her Majesty Queen like this has too much lethal power to say this word!
However, it always feels like being able to make Her Majesty the Queen say such things... 嘿嘿嘿嘿~~
"Cough cough..."
In the end, he coughed twice in a hurry to dispel some crooked thoughts. Fangran, who was serious and nonsense, hid the embarrassment and heat on his face, coughed lightly and said:
"Okay, okay, let's stop here for today..."
"Don't you teach me?"
The girl's crisp question instantly made a guy with evil thoughts feel full of guilt.
You don't teach me to say other names anymore
"Next... next time... next time...."
Fangran made up a sentence that was a bit off the mark, and Fangran quickly looked away in a panic and laughed awkwardly, but Ling unconsciously popped up in his mind at this age, calling himself in a pure and clear voice...
"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you, but here is something from Madam Leila."
But at this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the picture in Fangran's mind. Sharon in a maid's outfit walked in and handed over an envelope with a seal on it.
"Didn't I say that no one will be seen?"
He was slightly stunned, and the look of getting along with Ling slowly disappeared from his face. Looking at the very classic European envelope on the table, Fangran frowned slightly and said strangely.
I can imagine how many troublesome guys will come to visit after throwing out so much gold. Perhaps this is a rare opportunity to expand contacts for other people who want to enter the Milan aristocratic circle.
But Fangran, who only found it troublesome, turned away all the visitors, so until now, no noble and wealthy businessman from Milan had seen the legendary prince from the Far East.
After briefly asking Sharon, she looked at Fangran with her big golden eyes and explained:
"Sharon said that this is an invitation to the... ball of the highest-ranking marquise in Milan."
"Prom's....?"
Fangran's expression froze for a moment, looking at the envelope with a seal on the red wax in his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something,
Then he got up and went to the bookshelf, took out a silver letter opener, opened the envelope, and inside was a gold-edged invitation letter with cursive letters.
"Is it a ball for European nobles..."
Fangran looked at the invitation letter in his hand and muttered in a low voice. He suddenly thought of something, and then suddenly felt a pull. He subconsciously turned around and lowered his head. What he saw was the girl who had come behind him and was pulling at the corner of his clothes.
Like looking at a child who is about to go out, the petite Ling raised her delicate face and looked at Fangran with big light golden eyes.
"Are you going to the dance?"
Fangran scratched his head with the invitation letter in his hand, not knowing how to explain it to her, he smiled and nodded:
"Well, for some reason, I plan to go for a while...."
"Sharon, help me prepare the carriage for tonight."