Walking through the small towns of Italy a hundred years ago, through the crowds, through the streets,

Seeing that there are really pictures in front of me that make people smell the smell of time, the facilities on the street are very simple, and people are speaking words that Fang Ran can't understand, but their expressions are extremely distinct,

made Fang Ran forget that he was not in the scene, but really returned to the world a hundred years ago.

They used currency that Fang Ran had never seen before, and on the gravel-paved road, there were occasional horse-drawn carriages passing by that he had only seen in old foreign movies.

The autumn sun shines brightly and warmly, and unlike the natural wilderness of Il, Delier is full of people.

I felt a little novelty, and this was the first time he had taken a good look at the scenery abroad.

After all, he was thinking about other things at that meeting in Oslo, and he didn't actually look at anything except the sea of lights that looked back.

But now, by the end of the scene, which is still unknown how long it will last, he has plenty of time.

Walking through the streets of Delier, watching the classical doors and windows being gently pushed open, and the passers-by wearing different styles of clothes, but compared to the foreign countries that were not clear at the beginning, if you were in China, you should be more empathetic to the difference in time...

I wonder what the people in that land are doing at this time?

Hah, but except for the lady, the others are probably not born yet...

Thinking of these slightly magical thoughts, Fang Ran, who was actually more curious about the land he lived in, suddenly felt that Ling, who was following him, seemed to be a step slower, and then trotted to follow.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Ran subconsciously asked, and the moment he turned his head, he saw that the girl next to him was retracting his gaze, and he shook his head lightly without speaking, Fang Ran couldn't see the expression on her face from this angle,

At that moment, when he was a little puzzled, Fang Ran, who was about to continue walking, suddenly saw a glass window of a store out of the corner of his eye.

There was a pair of cowhide boots he had ever seen.

The label below is marked with a price in ink,

50 Lire d'Argento.

If a piece of brown bread is a copper penny, 50 lira is a high price that the vast majority of people in this town cannot afford.

Ahh

Fang Ran looked at the style in his aesthetic opinion, which was actually quite old-fashioned cowhide boots, as if he understood something, and continued to walk with the girl on the streets of the town,

It wasn't until he turned an intersection that he suddenly stopped as if he had forgotten something and spoke:

"Oh, by the way, Ling, wait for me a little bit, and I'll be back soon!"

Fang Ran suddenly said a word to the girl beside him, and then Ling, who was inexplicably left in place, looked at him, and rushed away at a speed as if he had lost money, looking at him blankly as if he was in a hurry.

I turned the corner of the street that Ling couldn't see, returned to the previous street, and walked to the front of the store that was still very well decorated, and the moment I pushed the door opened, the bell sounded in my ears.

"Good morning, sir, may I ask what you need...."

The usual opening, but the boss with two beards behind the counter paused when he saw the first customer of the day, and he didn't expect that the other party was a foreigner.

And seeing him walk in with a calm expression, the boss swallowed his saliva for some reason and felt a sense of nervousness.

Glancing at the interior of the shop, the rooms of this era were not very well lit, with various leather boots, gloves, and clothes with lace fabrics hanging on hangers, and some miscellaneous items on the counter inside.

In this underdeveloped era, food is traded in open-air stalls, and even in such a store that ordinary people can't come to, there are only a few goods that can be sold at a price.

Retracting his gaze on the glass window with a lot of impurities, on the pair of small cowhide boots, the interface of the night net appeared, and the words he wanted to say were transformed through the function of the night net, in this way he was finally able to express his meaning,

It's like he knocked the door of the mayor's house last night.

Fang Ran took out a blank paper card and pen, wrote down the string of Italian letters, pointed to the cowhide boots placed in the most conspicuous position, and calmly put the card on the counter, the silent words seemed to convey powerful words for him.

'Sell me those shoes'

...

Suddenly left in place, watching Fang Ran's figure run away from him, Ling suddenly froze in place, not knowing what he was going to do,

The figure of the girl stood on the street of the small town of Delier, she looked at the pedestrians coming and going, pursed her lips and slowly retreated to the side of the street, raised her head and looked at the blue sky like a wash in autumn.

Then a pair of cowhide boots suddenly appeared hanging in the sky.

"Boom!"

The voice of unknown meaning sounded in her ears with cheers, and Ling, who was startled with wide eyes, turned around and left the wall in a panic, and saw Fang Ran carrying this pair of cowhide boots in one hand, and flexibly flipped down from the roof.

There were no ladders or walls at all, and for him it was as simple as coming down from a tree after picking fruit in the forest.

"Surprised? Not surprised? Like it or not? ”

Fang Ran, who was wearing a short boot, squatted in front of the girl, blinked his eyes and asked with a smile.

With wide eyes with light golden pupils, looking at a pair of small and beautiful leather boots with thick heels and buckled belts, Ling looked at it in disbelief that it had just appeared in the window, and suddenly appeared in her hands at this moment!

She looked up, the look of disbelief on her pretty little face could not be concealed, and what she saw was still the young man's smiling face.

Why... No way...

It costs 50 lira of silver!

"This... Very expensive...."

Ling bit her lip, some didn't dare to hold it anymore, but she didn't dare to put it down, a little entangled, it was the first time she had touched such a valuable thing.

"Do you like it?"

Fang Ran smiled and looked at her,

Then hearing his words, the girl was stunned for a moment,

With his head down, he hugged the pair of cowhide boots into his arms, and nodded inexplicably when he felt his eyes heat,

"Hmm..."

His eyes were red, and his voice was choked, as if he was a little late for the urge to cry after being grabbed by the collar last night.

On the side of the street in the small town of Delier, the young man who squatted down looked at the girl holding the pair of cowhide boots in front of him, smiled and said:

"Let's go, we still have to go to the tailor's shop, and the rest of the road will probably take a long time."

...

In the old tailor shop, there are piles of fabrics and middle-aged women wearing tailor clothes, sitting behind the sewing machine, and the not very bright room, there are several sets of finished clothes.

Jingle bells...

The moment the bell rang on the door, the hostess of the tailor shop ushered in her first customer of the day, she stood up a little anxiously, wiped the oil stains of the sewing machine on her hand, and just wanted to say hello.

What she saw was a young man wearing a white shirt that she had never seen before, and his neat and clean clothing temperament even made the room a little brighter, leading a beautiful girl with a slender figure wearing a pair of cowhide boots that looked expensive.

"Happy... Welcome..."

She stammered suddenly, and watched the young man scan the room with some restraint and discomfort, and then found the curtain cubicle where she measured the size and changed the clothes of the female customers.

He bent down and spoke some unintelligible language to the girl beside him.

"Ling, you go in first and wait."

A little puzzled why she came here to look at Fang Ran, Ling obediently opened the curtain and walked into the changing room.

After seeing the girl enter, the seamstress turned her eyes to look at Fang Ran, but suddenly found that she didn't know when he had an extra set of black and white lace folds in his hand.

He handed her a blank card.

'Help her put it on, and I'll pay you'

A little stunned took the dress from Fang Ran's hand, the seamstress looked at the black and white dress, and felt that she dared to swear to God that she had never seen such a delicate and beautiful skirt even in those rich ladies who came to order clothes.

Oh my God, who designed such a beautiful dress!?

Carefully swallowed in amazement, she held her clothes and tiptoed open the curtain and walked into the changing room, but she couldn't help but look at Fang Ran a few more times before entering.

Listening to the incomprehensible sound of communication coming from the curtain, Fang Ran sat on a chair by the window and looked at the sky in the distance outside,

That's right, that's actually the gothic skirt he remembered Ling was wearing, and he made it with [Chuangpai],

Although he doesn't remember some details very clearly, and it may be a lot worse according to the original, it is still much better than the workmanship of this era.

With his wrist propped up on his cheek on the table, Fang Ran tilted his neck slightly to look at the blue sky, a piece of golden sunlight was imprinted on his face, making him a little distracted,

At this time, what happened to the North Pole....

Although he knew that there was enough time, somewhere in his heart he was still a little uneasy and anxious.

No, no,

What I have to think about now is what's in front of you.

A rectangular card appeared in his hand, and the [fog card] of a woman with her eyes closed, her hands crossed on her chest, seemed to pray to something.

[Symbol: Determine the state of affairs, decide the direction]

A symbol diametrically opposed to what it represents, as if telling itself something,

Fang Ran looked at the [Fog Pai] and was a little distracted for a moment, and then at this time, he suddenly heard Ling's loud voice of resistance coming from the curtain!

His eyes were cold and depressed for a moment, and he stood up from the chair suddenly, his first reaction was that something happened unexpectedly, and at the moment when he was about to take action,

What I saw was the seamstress who had been pushed out hard.

"I'm sorry, sir, this little girl doesn't seem to want me to give it to her...."

I didn't understand her explanation at all, and ruled out the possibility of an accident, but Fang Ran, who didn't know what was going on at all, strode open the curtain.

Then I saw Ling, who was disheveled, biting her lip and tightly holding the half-scattered strip of cloth on her arm, shrinking in the corner like a kitten that refused to be touched.

The exposed arms were covered with a variety of tiny scars.

It only took Fang Ran a moment to understand,

Why didn't Ling untie the tattered strips of cloth wrapped around her arms and legs even though she had changed her clothes at the mayor's house before,

It also made him understand why Ling in his memory was always wearing black stockings and gothic long sleeves with her hands hidden.

opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and was silent for a few seconds,

Then Fang Ran slowly walked in front of Ling, touched her head and whispered:

"It's okay... It's okay, I'll always be there for you in the future... You don't have to do all the hard work anymore, there won't be anything like this anymore,"

He took a deep breath to suppress the choked sobs in his throat, and said to her with a soft smile but extremely serious:

"I promise."

......

......

The sky is gradually darkening, and the bright sun is ending on the horizon,

The kerosene lamps in the town of Delier were lit one by one in the station at the beginning of the twentieth century, and gathered on the waiting platform, there were men in black suits holding newspapers, a family of three waiting on the seats with suitcases, businessmen and women with hurried looks,

There are also sleepy old men with hats at the ticket office.

Then footsteps sounded on the steps of the entrance, and the thick heels of the civilians that could not afford to wear knocked on the steady footsteps, making the men and women in the station subconsciously look over there,

What they saw was a gorgeous black and white gothic skirt, long sleeves with lace on the arms, and a pair of small cowhide boots under the black stockings on the slender legs.

Light blonde hair tied up at the back of her head, delicate and beautiful, people admire the doll-like girl,

She followed closely behind the young foreigner who had changed into a double-breasted blazer for a gentleman of this era.

The two figures are very different, but they stand together in perfect harmony.

Woo————

The sound of steam hissing came from far and near, white smoke of steam came out of the thick black smoke window, and the steel wheels dyed vermilion slowly rushed into the platform.

At a time when the internal combustion engine was the core of the creation that could not be promoted, it was born in the first industrial revolution, and tools called steam trains gave humans the means to go to more distant places.

The train stops, the doors open, and the doors open for the journey to one of Italy's most bustling cities.

Wearing a luxurious skirt that is as unreal as a dream, some can't believe that the delicate figure in the mirror is themselves, and at this moment, there are finally some girls who match the appearance in Fang Ran's memory,

Looking at the 'Iron Monster' she had never seen before, she couldn't help but gently pinched the corner of the figure in front of her, and then she saw the young man carrying the suitcase, and gently lifted the brim of the black top hat and smiled softly at herself:

"Are you ready to go?"

Passing by the town, the moment when the steam train in the station to the distance neighed, it finally opened the curtain for the night....