Deep and tranquil.

The walls and bulkheads and roofs are dominated by taupe and crimson, the carpet woven with blue velvet is laid on the floor, the light source of the dimmable lights is set to the normal fluorescent light mode, the electronically controlled seats wrapped in Connelly leather, and the cashmere-style interior decoration that has been popular in Europe for two hundred years, all reveal a luxurious, noble and elegant classical British style.

This was done by Kelly, the chief designer of the British interior decoration industry

Hoppen's 2000 redesign of British Airways' first class cabin – the designer is known for his coolness, simplicity and innovation, and is able to express both luxury and simplicity at the same time. The choice of materials, shapes and colours creates an atmosphere of balance, harmony and relaxation. And this is exactly the best environment for travel.

Sometimes, however, no matter how relaxed the external environment is, a person's mood can still be low - after all, people's mood is subjective!

"I've already received the real white empty ta, are you still dissatisfied?"

In the first class cabin of the Boeing 777-300ER flying from London Heathrow Airport to Fermizino Airport in Italy, Shi Chen asked Kong Tai with a smile.

After accompanying Kuta to London, Shi Chen never intervened in the matter between him and Mashiro. So, he didn't know what the reason for Sota's dream-like expression at this time.

"Huh?"

Hearing someone mention his name, Mahaku, who was concentrating on painting, raised his head and looked at Shi Chen.

"Well, please don't say that, senpai!" Kuta, who also heard his name called, also broke out of the contemplative expression that seemed to be sleepwalking before, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Is that something else-is worried about Meow Bolon?" Shi Chen asked again.

"Not really."

"That's," Shi Chen asked inquiringly, continuing to look at him.

"It's just that it's a little incredible." Sora said shyly.

"Is it because we have chartered the entire first class cabin and are a little uncomfortable?"

"Although there are reasons for this, but it's not the main thing - senior, can you and Mashiro not look at me like this?" was stared at by Shi Chen and Mahaku with playful and incomprehensible eyes respectively, and Alexander was empty for a while.

"Okay."

Shi Chen withdrew his gaze.

"Nope."

Mashiro continued to stare at him.

"Can you say it now?"

"Well, it's actually a real white thing." The self-defeating Sota said in a heart.

"Huh?"

"I always feel that I'm so lucky to be able to bring Mashiro back this time."

"Are you filming a real white ass?"

"That's not what I said—senior, don't you think that Mahaku's father agreed a little refreshingly? Wouldn't he have at least put me to the test? ”

"Put it to the test?" Shi Chen's eyebrows were slightly raised, looking at Kong Tai.

"Let an underage boy fly from one side of the earth to the other, and then ask to take his daughter in front of him, if this is not a test, what is a test?"

“”

"Don't think too badly - sometimes it looks like you're a hundred paces apart, but maybe if you take one step, the other person will take the remaining ninety-nine steps."

"Oh," Kuta agreed—though it made sense, but he always felt that the words were a bit hollow—compared to the simple and crude but precise 'explanations' of the past.

"Why don't you ask Miss Mahaku?" On the other side, Ayasaki, who had been sleeping quietly and silently, suddenly opened his eyes and said gently, "No matter how much you guess, it's just a guess - the person concerned is around, it's okay to ask, right?" ”

"Really white?" Kuta turned his head to look at Mashiro.

"Dad said that if Chihiro is here, there will be no problem."

It's really a well-founded, convincing reason.

"Although Chihiro-sensei's words are a bit weird, he is indeed a very reliable person!"

After recalling the behavior of the female teacher who was the two major drunkards with Gui Xue Lu in the past in the school park,A debt housekeeper said seriously。

"Indeed!" Shi Chen also said with a smile.

――――――――I'm not drawing the right line――――――――――

"Welcome to Rome, everyone."

In the reception hall of Femizino Airport, Felicia, who was wearing a black mourning dress, forced a smile on her originally bright face, but now became devoid of joy and sorrow, and said to the four people who flew from the UK.

Behind her, a butler with silver hair and black veils on his arm.

"Well, I've already heard about the matter of honoring the teacher, it's true" Shaking his head a little speechlessly, Shi Chen said softly, "Please also mourn." ”

"Thank you."

For this kind of superficial, almost insincere comfort, Felicia's expression remained unchanged at all, and her face was calm, "Please get in the car, in the next few days, please take the trouble to stay in the cold house, and if there is any inconsiderate hospitality, please also have a lot of Haihan." ”

The butler standing on the side respectfully opened the car door.

"That's a lot of trouble."

One question and one answer, the conversation between the two was thoughtful and hypocritical, which made the empty Tai on the side feel uncomfortable for a while. However, this was a matter between the two, and he didn't interject much.

"By the way, if I can, I would also like to attend the funeral of the Venerable Master."

Before he was about to step into the car, Shi Chen suddenly turned around and said to Felicia behind him.

"Yes."

Slightly stunned, Felicia replied expressionlessly.

From beginning to end, neither of them mentioned the matter of 'Xiao Meiyan'

A black crowd, like a large thick cloud, stood in the cemetery of Verano, located in the center of Rome.

As a sword saint who is famous in Europe and even in the world, although Felicia's teacher is not married, but his friends and disciples alone occupy a small half of this huge cemetery.

The person who presided over the burial was not Felicia—even the cemetery she had chosen at her expense, the majority of the people she had gathered, the one who had been involved in the death of her teacher, but she was an excommunicated heretic, a Jewish, a Kabbalah.

Therefore, she was a little pale because of her hard work, so she could only stand in the crowd with Shi Chen, who was also pale, and silently watched a friend of the teacher who was chosen by everyone before her death, and the cardinal who performed the ceremony, leading everyone to bury the teacher.

"Not convinced, huh?" After everyone had finished the eulogy and most of them had dispersed, with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, Shi Chen smiled and said to Felicia in Chinese.

"Nope." Felicia said expressionlessly.

"Oh? That's good. Shrugged lightly, Shi Chen's smile was amiable, "However, can you pull your nails out of the palm of your hand first?" ”

"Okay!"

The smile is like a flower, like the warm spring sun - except for the eyes.

"Hmm-when Shi Chenjun said this, my mood instantly improved a lot!"

Taking care of herself, like a sick girl, Felicia continued to laugh, her voice was delicate, and her mood seemed to improve in an instant, "Let's go back quickly, people want to do something happy with Shi Chenjun!" ”

"Okay!"

Shi Chen also replied with a smile.

Sunny.

PS: Today I feel like I can update another chapter, of course, whether this chapter will be left until tomorrow depends on everyone's table. In addition, in the end, we want to kill my sister and preach.