"Hey, are you okay?"

Ah Zhai opened his eyes tiredly, but found that he was actually lying on a bed, although it was an extremely simple wooden bed, and even only a few layers of rags, but it was also a bed, and there was a bed with soft pillows.

"Who are you? Where am I? Looking at the shabby furnishings around him, Ah Zhai barely supported his tired and sick body and looked at the blonde boy standing by the door.

"I really found you at my doorstep, and I fainted when I saw you." The blonde boy had a pair of admirable azure eyes, and he happily held the clay pot in his hand and jumped three steps and two steps to come to the house, "This is the medicine I got with the pharmacist, you know that you almost won't survive!" ”

"Thank you!" Ah Zhai conversed with the boy in Italian that he was not very proficient in, but he was very anxious in his heart, although he was sick and confused at the time, he still knew that Sherlock had gone to find bread and water for him, and he didn't know where he was now, as a smuggler in this world, Sherlock's ability was actually very limited, "My name is Jin Zichu, what about you?" ”

"My name is Marcas." The blonde boy squinted his eyes and smiled, and when he walked in, he found that the boy had a faint brown freckle on his face, which looked very cute.

"Marcas, thank you for saving me, but did you see a black cat around you when you spotted me? That's my companion Sherlock, I've been raising him for a long time, and he's like my family. "Learning Italian was a matter of several worlds ago, and although Ah Zhai can still communicate some simple things, he still stumbles, but fortunately, most of the body language in this world is universal, so the two of them can still communicate easily under his comparison.

"Black cats? If I didn't see it, I found you alone. Marcus blinked and then grinned, "How are you feeling now, are you feeling better?" ”

"It's a lot more comfortable, at least I don't have a fever, but ......" said here Ah Zhai suddenly felt a little unspeakable, from the first world to now he can be said to have never worried about money, and now he actually needs to rack his brains to get a place to stay, and it is really impermanent, "I don't have a place to stay now, can you take me in...... Don't worry, I'll pay. ”

"It doesn't matter, you can stay as long as you want." Marcus waved his hand embarrassedly, what he didn't say was that when he first saw this young man, he didn't actually plan to take him home, there were too many homeless people like Fei Lengcui, they either froze to death in the cold winter, or were seriously ill because of an autumn rain, but when he saw the young man's face reflected in the moonlight, as if the beautiful boy Adonis was favored by Venus, all the people and things in the world were eclipsed in front of him, and his heart beat a beat at that moment, He sent this beautiful boy home, even though his home was a small house that could barely shelter from the wind and rain, but he still had the courage to resist the drunkard father, and for the first time he insisted on going his own way, but fortunately his drunkard father did not come back for a few days, and he probably died drunk and dreamed in that tavern again.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to know if you could take me out for a walk?" Ah Otaku said apologetically, "It's my first time in this city, so I want to see if there's any way to make money. ”

“…… I can take you out, but you've been lying down for three days, and I think maybe you want to take a shower and get dressed. Marcus was looked at by Ah Zhai, suddenly scratched his head with a slightly red face, and took out a few clothes from the wardrobe a little shyly and said, "Although the material of this dress is not very good, I washed it very clean, I hope you don't mind." ”

"Thank you." Ah Zhai looked at the shy young man in front of him and couldn't help but smile, he didn't understand that although Fei Lengcui is very prosperous now, there are very few Orientals with black hair and black eyes like him, especially after Marco Polo wrote a book "Marco Polo's Travels" in the last century, people have a great interest in the mysterious empire of the East that is very rich and full of silk and tea, and naturally Aiwu and Wu also have a very good impression of the mysterious Orientals.

"It's okay, you go wash up, I have boiled hot water for you in advance." Marcas smiled innocently, this teenager is like a sunflower growing in the sun with a vigorous vitality, light yì can infect the people around him to taste the taste of happiness with him.

After lying down for several days, and not knowing how the original owner took care of it, Ah Zhai felt that his body was full of sweat, and after weighing it for a while, he decided to take a shower and change into clean clothes before looking for Sherlock's whereabouts, and so far Sherlock has not contacted him through his divine sense, so there should be no major problem. What Ah Zhai didn't know was that as a sad black cat found out that Ah Zhai was missing after returning to the same place, how anxious Sherlock was, he also tried to contact Ah Zhai in the past few days, but someone who was helplessly seriously ill was never conscious, so this person and a cat have never been contacted, and the brain waves have never been on the same line, who is to blame?

After a simple bath, Ah Zhai looked at his half-length hair, and suddenly sighed, and he didn't know why the original owner had such long hair, but it was as smooth as satin, but it was too difficult to take care of He didn't know what to do at all, if he hadn't figured out the situation now, he wanted to cut it clean, but after thinking about it repeatedly, he decided to tie a ponytail after it dried naturally.

What Marcus gave to Ah Zhai was a wide white robe, and a pair of black wide-legged trousers, all of which were made of burlap, but fortunately, it was the height of summer, and it was dry and breathable to wear on the body, although it was an old clothes, it was still very clean, and he could even smell the fluffy smell of the sun in the past, so Ah Zhai still put it on after a simple entanglement.

Westerners are generally taller than Easterners and developed earlier, although it was Marcas's clothes several years ago, but it was still a little too big on Ah Zhai's body, and even the collarbone that was steamed red by hot water could be clearly seen.

After packing up, Marcus slipped out into the street with the house through the side door.

During the day, the Emerald is like a graceful young woman, welcoming everyone who comes to the city with a jaw-dropping enthusiasm.

Through the endless flow of people, Ah Zhai looked at this city almost made of stone with curiosity like a newborn child, the ancient and solemn cathedral, the clear blue sky under the sun, the brightly colored walls, the dark green shutters, the crimson roof, the statues that can be seen everywhere, and the qi ē has a kind of intoxicating charm, Ah Zhai couldn't help but stop and watch, Marcus couldn't help but slow down when he saw him like this, and let him watch carefully.

In fact, when traveling in later generations, Ah Zhai has been to this city, hundreds of years of time have increased the traces of time precipitation, and now many famous buildings and sculptures will only be established more than two hundred years of history, many sculptures are still very new, you can see bards everywhere, young people painting on the streets, and musicians with musical instruments, this is a city full of art, walking in the middle of the lively crowd, feeling the vitality of the whole city from the inside out, Ah Zhai can't help but smile quietly.

At this moment, his mood was so high that he even stood quietly beside a wandering violinist and listened to him play a melodious tune, watching the beautiful and enthusiastic gypsy girl dance to the music, and never wanted to pick up a paintbrush to paint so much as now.

It happened that there was a wood stall next to him, Ah Zhai stepped forward to communicate with the boss in clumsy words, and obtained a discarded wooden board by the way, and then he borrowed a charcoal from the street painter next to him, and sat cross-legged on the ground and began to sketch up, a few simple sketches sketched the young man playing the violin and the dancing girl, Marcus stood quietly behind him, although he was just an ordinary gangster, he was illiterate and did not know how to draw, but he saw the happiness and pleasure revealed in the picture from a few strokes of Ah Zhai.

The young man who was quietly painting did not expect that the surroundings were gradually surrounded by a group of people, they were attracted by this mysterious and beautiful oriental boy at first, but gradually they were infected by the pictures he sketched, at first the boy was still a little jerky, but gradually it became more and more smooth, although it was painted on a wooden board, the lines were a little rough, but people could see what he was sketching lightly, so the real and three-dimensional feeling was amazing.

"Oh my God, you're so good at drawing!" While Ah Zhai was quietly painting, the sun was gradually turning west, and the young man who had not eaten a drop of rice after getting up after the excitement couldn't help but rub his sore arm, and he raised his head to see that there was a large crowd of people around him at some point, and Marcus was so excited that he pointed to his painting, looking proud and happy as if it was himself who painted it!

"Hehe, I haven't painted for a long time, and I don't know if I've regressed." What Ah Zhai didn't know was that although many classic painting schools in later generations originated in this era, they did not reach the peak as in later generations, and he personally experienced several eras, although he did not have much time to paint in the last century, but he had a more intuitive experience of many works of different schools, and naturally fell into the pen with a sense of self-containment, which also attracted the attention of everyone, otherwise there are countless street painters who paint in this city every day, if there is not a unique place, How can it arouse the blue eyes of these citizens who have been influenced by culture for a long time, "However, I think that for now, my income has been found." ”