When the rose-colored sunset cast onto the second-floor porch, dragging the reflections carved with various beautiful patterns on the bridge deck, a young man leisurely walked onto the stone bridge.

Looking at the crowd on the bridge, and then looking at the tightly blocked and colorful sunshade tents on both sides of the bridge, Ding Mu felt a little strange.

I have to admit that the scene I saw in front of me was very different from Ding Mu's previous imagination, or the difference was too great.

At least he couldn't imagine that the country's famous monuments would allow roadside vendors to set up their tables and do business, but now the stone bridge beneath his feet is a veritable bazaar.

This is the famous European city of Florence, known as the birthplace of the Renaissance, and Ding Mu is standing on the famous old bridge that crosses the Arno River.

It's a rare opportunity to go around the famous literary and artistic capital of Europe, not to mention eating for nothing.

can have such a good thing, all because Ding Mu's mouth is famously strict.

A few days ago, Ding Mu came to Italy with the boss to discuss business, and after the business was done, the boss said that he was going to Rome to watch a football match, and asked Ding Mu to "live freely in Florence for two days, and the cost is all for the company".

Looking at the boss who was smiling with his eyes around the little secretary, wondering how many Serie A team names he could name, and then thinking about the boss's notoriously fierce wife, Ding Mu was very disdainful in his heart, and he also smiled, nodding with "I understand" on his face.

Then he started his own two days of "paid leave".

Soon, Ding Mu was fascinated by the city.

Whether it is the circular dome of the Duomo del Fiore or the dazzling art treasures in the Florentine Academy of Fine Arts, he feels that this trip is really not in vain.

It's just that the scene on the bridge in front of him made him stare at the nameplate next to the bridge for a long time, until he was sure that he was not looking for the wrong place, and then he was slightly disappointed to walk on this ancient stone bridge that has countless legends and is called "Old Bridge" by the locals.

Taking a few photos on the bridge, Ding Mu remembered someone's repeated pleas before coming to Italy.

Ding Mu is usually popular, but he doesn't have many friends, and Xie Xun is one of the few friends.

As a veteran game fan, Xie Xun spends most of his time not playing with girls, but often participates in some homely activities such as cosplay enthusiasts.

Hearing that Ding Mu was going to follow the boss to Italy to discuss business, Xie Xun immediately begged Ding Mu to bring him back the photos of the famous landscapes in the game, in order to let Ding Mu understand which places he should pay attention to, Xie Xun ignored Ding Mu's strong need to make love with his girlfriend before a business trip, and forced him to soak in his own home for a whole day, and popularized the various scenes in a game masterpiece known as a masterpiece, the most important of which mentioned that this is not only in Florence, It is the "Old Bridge", which is famous throughout Europe.

In fact, Ding Mu is no stranger to this famous historical bridge, as an employee of a large tourism and cultural promotion company, even if Ding Mu is not keen on European history, but in the past few years, he has some understanding of some famous cultural landscapes.

What's more, this old bridge, which claims to have carried countless beautiful Florentine legends, has indeed had too many legends.

It's just that the appearance of the bridge in front of him is really a little different from what Ding Mu imagined, watching the people on the bridge come and go with tourists of different colors walking between the vendor tents set up randomly on the bridge, although there is a kind of helplessness that the reality is too skinny, but I think of Xie Xun's sparkling eyes before leaving, and then think about him jumping from the window on the second floor of the dormitory in order to perform the famous "Leap of Faith" in the game, wearing an assassin outfit, and jumping from the window on the second floor of the dormitory, as a result, he plunged into the sand, and kicked a few times like cramps in his legs, Ding Mu still took out his mobile phone, Thinking about taking a few close-ups according to Xie Xun's request, it can be regarded as a mess.

Coincidentally, there is a crew filming on the bridge, and it can be seen from the clothes that it should be a typical Renaissance background.

While watching the filming, Ding Mu found a bridge corridor on the old bridge that looked slightly protruding outwards according to Xie Xun's previous instructions.

Ding Mu took his mobile phone and leaned out of the bridge railing, ready to take pictures of this "holy place".

At this moment, Ding Mu suddenly saw a woman in medieval clothes shouting at him and running over in a hurry.

It's just that Ding Mu didn't understand Italian, and he didn't have time to wait for the woman to repeat the warning in English, with a "click", the mobile phone flew out of Ding Mu's hand in an arc, and at the moment of landing, the camera happened to capture the scene of his head planted down into the river.

The next day, a news on some well-known websites in China that "compatriots took selfies while traveling, unfortunately fell into the water and drowned, and the last scene was filmed with their mobile phones" immediately became a hot post with a lot of clicks.

In the comment area, in addition to words such as "pity" and "go well", posts such as "this is taking a selfie with life" and "cherishing life and staying away from selfies" are also endless.

And one of the particularly sharp replies quickly became popular on the Internet, becoming an Internet buzzword that almost everyone knows: "If you don't die, you won't die." ”

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Jonini's legs hung over the ship's bar, letting the icy waters lap against his bare feet.

The wind at sea was cold, pouring in through the wide trouser legs, as if a knife was cutting through the flesh.

Giannini is not young, the injuries he suffered in the war when he was young have always tormented his bones, and the rheumatism in winter has made him even more painful, but in order to make a living, Jonini has to go out to sea every day to fish.

In his early years, Giannini worked as a fisherman with his family, but Giannini thought that fishing was too unpromising, and although his family strongly opposed it, he still went out with the few deniers he had.

This trip is twenty years, and when he returns, there are no more relatives left at home, and what he has exchanged for all these years is a fishing boat that can hire two helpers.

A cold wind blew, and Giannini immediately coughed violently, and his lungs were almost pierced by a spear, and even after many years, it would hurt terribly in winter.

The storm that had raged not long ago had not yet fully passed, and dark clouds could be seen in the distance over the sea.

However, such weather is a good opportunity for fishermen who go out to sea, and the fish will float to the surface to breathe, and then a net will be a good harvest.

"Harder lazy people," Jonini shouted back to the guys behind him, "good luck doesn't come every day, and this month's tithes haven't been paid yet." ”

"Daddy, there seems to be something on the sea!" A guy who was pulling his fishing net into the boat suddenly pointed to the distant sea and shouted.

The man's scream immediately made Giannini jump, and he ignored the aching legs and hot lungs, and his eyes were nervously fixed in the direction the man was pointing.

Giannini couldn't help but be nervous, in these days of war and chaos, all kinds of dangers could arise at any time and anywhere.

Especially since the fall of Rome in the far East decades ago, the menaceous Ottoman Empire shuddering at the mention.

"What did you find?"

Giannini squinted his eyes and looked at the dark green sea in the distance, because the storm had just passed, and the sea was not calm, but he quickly saw the "thing" that the guy was talking about.

It was a broken plank that looked like it had fallen from a boat, and through the crashing waves, a man could be seen lying on the plank, rising and falling with the water.

"It's a man," the other fellow craned his neck, "maybe from some shipwreck." ”

"Fish him up," Giannini commanded in a muffled voice, and then muttered in a low voice, "I hope it's not a dead ghost, or else I'll be unlucky, and maybe I'll have to go to the parish priest and ask for a prayer." ”

Hearing Jonini's command, the two men immediately rowed the boat towards the floating plank, and then with great difficulty, the two men hurriedly dragged the man who was lying motionless on the plank.

"If this guy is a pirate, we'll hang him with a rope, and if he's a heretic, throw him into the sea to feed the fish." One of the guys said as he turned the man over with all his might, and then he unexpectedly said to Tronini, who was standing behind, "Look, daddy, this is a child." ”

Jonini pushed away the man in front of him, crouched down and looked at the drowning man lying on his back on the board, eyes closed.

This was indeed a young man, with short wet dark red hair on his forehead, pale from the cold sea, his eyes closed, and his lips looking blue from the cold, and if it weren't for the constant fanning of the wings on both sides of the straight bridge of his nose, he might have been considered dead.

"Daddy, he's not a heretic." Looking at the unconscious teenager, the guy asked with some hesitation.

He asked this because the boy was dressed somewhat strangely, although he had the same European appearance as them.

It was not the short-shouldered and wide-legged trousers that Sicilians wore every day, nor the fancy ankle-length robes known as "lukou", which were popular in northern cities, but a strange garment that, though old, still exuded an alien flair.

A brown half-length sleeveless robe made of linen coarse cloth, the hem of which was tattered, half-rolled up to the boy's knees, and a moon-white undershirt with a hug collar that looked very thick, but was almost unrecognizable because of its dirtiness, and a pair of boots whose fur had been turned out to cover the ankles on his feet, made it clear at a glance that he was a foreigner.

The two men looked at Giannini uneasily, waiting for him to come up with an idea, and in their opinion, Daddy Giannini was not only the most knowledgeable man in the neighborhood, but perhaps the most knowledgeable man in Sicily.

"This boy looks like a stranded fish," Jonini muttered, looking at his arms as he picked open the two cuffs of the boy's underwear with a fish-cutting dagger, and after making sure that there were no tattoos that are common in prisoners, he crouched down beside the boy and looked at him carefully, and then said to the two men, "Don't be stunned, wake this boy up." ”

"Daddy, he's ......"

"It's a Greek," said Giannini, looking up at the sea to the south, where the clouds were still thick, and from time to time lightning lit up the clouds, and there seemed to be some terrible monster hidden there, and then he threw a dirty blanket beside the boy, "Let him warm up while he is not frozen to death, come from the east, poor little fellow, must have suffered a lot." ”

Hearing what Daddy said, the two guys couldn't help but look south.

They knew what Giannini meant, that the world on the other side of the Mediterranean, for all of Europe, was a hell full of horror legends.

"Greeks are rare now, but there used to be many."

Jonini tugged on the fishnet and muttered, hearing a violent cough behind him, and he turned his head just in time to see the awakened teenager open his eyes.

It was a pair of black eyes, and when he first saw the three people in front of him, those eyes revealed shock, confusion, and uneasiness, but even so, Giannini saw something else in those eyes, which was gradually revealed with unconcealed curiosity and restlessness.

The look made Giannini uncomfortable, because he knew too much about what it contained and what it entailed.

Looking at the dark eyes that kept flickering, Giannini felt that he might have picked up a problem.