It feels like it's a night that's not warm,

The petite figure struggled in the hay at night, the 'home' could not provide her with warmth, and neither could the hay,

She curled up in the fireplace, urging herself to go to bed early, because she had to get up early tomorrow to work on the ranch...

The repetitive daily work made her shoulder and wrist wounded by the officer from the tavern more than a month ago, worse than better.

Fang Ran saw her huddle in the collapsed ruins like a small animal about to freeze to death,

No one cares, no one cares,

Only herself.

In my dreams, I need to think about how to survive the coming winter.

The moment your eyes widen unacceptably, and you reach out and take a step,

The world hummed, and the scene in front of me disappeared at once,

As if it won't happen anymore.

I opened my eyes dimly, listened to the noisy whistle of the steam train, and then the scenery outside the window had changed from the wheat field plain speeding along the way to the station that slowly entered,

Fang Ran paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a dream just now.

It's still the same card that shines slightly on a certain page, and it's not fully awakened yet.

Shaking his head, he shook off the poignant feeling he had just seen, and looked at the girl who was pillowing on his lap, she was sleeping quietly like a little princess at the moment, sleeping with a peaceful face under her light blonde hair,

A black gothic skirt with white lace, long sleeves with only open shoulders spread out on the train seat, slender legs in black stockings bent and overlapped, and those cowhide boots.

Fang Ran bought the best position on this steam train, with enough space and soft cushions for the girl to lie down like a bed.

Yawning slightly, Fang Ran looked at the destination he had arrived, pinched a strand of Ling's hair and kept sweeping it around her ear.

"Hey, hey, little lazy cat, hey, hey, we're here!"

"Hmm...."

With a vague groan, the angel lying on his lap slowly opened his pale golden eyes, but in his half-open pupils was still half-asleep and confused, and shrunk on Fang Ran's leg as if he was going to sleep for a while.

"Hurry... Tight... Rise... Bed... Ahh

Fang Ran sighed helplessly, stretched out the voice of urging, and slowly helped Ling who was sleeping in a daze, and didn't know where to take out a small comb to sort out her hair that had been messed up.

It's not a good habit to lie in bed, Ling, you can't learn from me... Ahem, when I didn't say...

Silently looking at the little yawning girl with long sleeves blocking her mouth, she sat on the seat like a delicate doll in a gothic skirt,

It's just that Fang Ran, who was sitting behind her and combing her hair, silently scolded in her heart,

Really, Ling, how embarrassed you were when you were a child, every time you despised me every time I was bed....

"Alright, alright, go wash your face, there should be a bathroom over there..."

"Hmm."

In the end, Fang Ran, who was wearing an old vest suit, pushed the girl into the washbasin of the bathroom, looking at the girl who was honestly and obediently rinsing her mouth and washing her face, and suddenly felt a little vicissitudes of life and sighed.

Dry... The progress of this life is not right, I'm obviously still a single dog who doesn't have a love relationship,

Why do you suddenly have the illusion of being a father... (sighs)

......

.....

Even a hundred years ago, the city was bustling.

In his own time, Fang Ran remembered that it was known as one of the famous international metropolises, one of the eight metropolitan areas in the world,

The most developed city in Italy and one of the four major economic centers in Europe, the world's fashion and design capital and the most influential city in the fashion industry,

As a transportation hub, it has a long history, the former capital of the Western Roman Empire, the capital of the Lombard Kingdom is its nickname, fashion, art, painting, opera, football, tourism, and all kinds of Italian romance are celebrated in the city to the extreme.

Its opera, its teams, it is considered a fashion week that is the "barometer" of world fashion design and consumption,

Everything makes up this city of all kinds of upper-class people, rich and noble,

- Milan.

But having said that, Fang Ran just knew what was written in these books, full of all kinds of high-consumption, high-end fashion things, he never thought that he would come to this city, and felt that it was a little incommensurate with himself.

Compared to himself, Fang Ran has always felt that Yesheng or Hua Ling, and Fuxing are more suitable here.

It's just that looking at Milan a hundred years ago, the overall light-colored, flashy and pointed buildings are located in the most prosperous upper area, in addition, there are three or four storey buildings in succession in various blocks, criss-crossing complex streets stretching into the distance with no end in sight.

Most of the people walking in the streets are plainly dressed but clean, decent people, and occasionally you can see men in suits and ladies with complicated skirts, holding canes and fans with feathers,

The streets are clean and tidy, the iron railings of the drainage outlets are faintly steaming white on the side of the street, all kinds of high-end carriages come and go on the road, and on both sides of the road are expensive shops with various flower plaques.

In this era, the atmosphere of a bustling metropolis is blowing in your face!

Watching this scene unfold in front of him, the prosperity that was incomparable to Delier Zhen before made Fang Ran feel slightly shocked from the bottom of his heart, and the girl beside him grabbed his sleeve a little nervously.

Fang Ran looked at the girl who had an obvious look on her face, smiled at her and signaled don't worry, looking at his smile, Ling exhaled softly.

In front of the station in Milan, passers-by can't help but look at these two figures, whether it is the special temperament of the youth or the admirable dress of the girl, they are extremely eye-catching.

"Where are we going now?"

Ling stood beside Fang Ran and asked as she looked up at the young man in a black vest and suit with a suitcase.

"Let's find a place to live,"

With leather gloves on his hand, he took out his top hat, pressed the brim of his hat, and smiled mysteriously and said:

"Then I'm going to ask you Ling, remember to help me bargain later."

.....

...

In 1916, when Italy was still in the age of the kingdom,

In other words, there was aristocrats at this time.

From knights, barons, viscounts, counts, marquises, dukes, princes to King Vittorio Emanuele III, the Italian high society of this era was made up of these nobles.

They had a vast land, a wealth of wealth, and a life of unimaginable luxury, even though the wars of this era were raging, and their armies and the soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire had fought nine wars on that plain, and they had not achieved any significant results.

However, it did not affect the aristocracy of the upper echelons of the kingdom in this city to live a luxurious life, squeezing and enjoying every bit of hard work and sweat of the people at the bottom.

Like this manor near the outskirts of Milan, with the most convenient access to the center of Milan,

The trellises began to ripen on the grapevines, the barrels full of red wine were hidden in the ground, there were several luxurious carriages, and there were a whole host of servants from the gardener who pruned the garden to the maid who cleaned and cleaned.

This manor house is a source of pride for its owner from every point of view, and belongs to a hereditary viscount of the Kingdom of Italy.

And at this moment, in the beautiful white bungalow building in the manor, in the living room that is only used to welcome VIPs, Lord Viscount is welcoming two special guests today.

In the room where the master was resting at the moment, Viscount Barrotfei looked at the things on the table in front of him and confirmed to his butler for the third time:

"Are you sure this was really sent to you by those two who came? It's true? ”

The old butler, who was also beside him, could not hide his shock and shock, bowed slightly and replied:

"Yes, my master, I have confirmed it, it's true."

"He asked you to give me this just so I could see them!?"

Listening to his loyal old butler answer himself so affirmatively, Viscount Barrot still felt ridiculous and incredulous and asked, the tone was like pie in the sky.

"That's right, that's exactly what the gentleman told me."

The brows furrowed tightly and slowly loosened, and finally looked at the object placed on a white handkerchief in front of him, Viscount Barrot made up his mind and said:

"Looks like I'm going to have to meet him."

"Yes, the 'letter of introduction' that alone met was generous and indescribably unspeakable gentlemen who took out such a thing, it is worth meeting the host, and in order not to be rude, I have invited them to the meeting room."

"You're doing a great job."

Looking at the old butler who bowed down to explain, Viscount Barofei, who had a small beard and curled hair around the edges, was in his forties but still looked erect, stood up, praised the old butler of the lord, and then strode towards the meeting room.

But as soon as he had walked a few steps, he turned to his old butler uncomfortably and admonished:

"Oh yes, put this thing in my treasury."

"Rest assured, my master."

The figure in the black butler's costume bent down respectfully and spoke, then carefully picked up the object on the white handkerchief and put it away carefully.

It is no wonder that both Viscount Barrotfei and the old butler are so cautious, because of the 'letter of introduction' that allows two unidentified strangers to be so seriously received by a noble viscount in this era,

It is an item that can buy many things that ordinary people can unimaginable, it can change the living standard of a family in an instant, and it can support the high expenses of a noble lady in high society for a long time....

A piece of gold.