"See that damn spire? There are really no tall buildings in this bullshit place in Paris, and if we move towards the minaret, we will definitely be able to get to the inner city of the royal family, although we don't know much about it, but it doesn't matter, after all, I have been here anyway. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wang's simple words have their own deep meaning, he just thought of a story in his heart, which was a story he had heard, that is, his false identity, a story he made up himself.

The Seine River runs through Paris from west to east, naturally dividing Paris into two parts, the southern arrondissement of the aristocratic district and the northern arrondissement of the plebeians. In the dark night, the southern district is still brightly lit, celebrating the victory of the knights' competition.

The north area was pitch black, without any light, and the only thing that had not rested in the middle of the night was the boatmen crossing the river, breaking through the mist on the river on the summer night, and the faint light of the two torches swayed and flickered with the sound of the chains dragging in the distance.

A ferryboat appeared on the surface of the river in the light of the fire, guided by the chains that crossed the river. A medium-sized, bald, slightly chubby boatman was dragging the guide chain that was threaded longitudinally through the hull, and the ferry was driven by hand through the rushing river.

The bald boatman seemed to be honed by the boring work, and he couldn't help but feel impatient looking at the poor two passengers in this flatbed boat that could accommodate thirty people, and looked at the two passers-by with nothing to do.

This is a bunch of father-son two civilians from poor families, suspected of being a father holding his six or seven-year-old child who is abnormally thin and thin, both of them have blonde hair, and the middle-aged man is holding a small bag tied with straw rope in the other hand.

The boatman had nothing to say, spat into the river, turned his head and asked the old man who had been tempered by life with a sad face: "Send him across the river into the city at this time, this is to send him to the city for an apprenticeship, right?" ”

The old man's face became even more miserable when he heard this, and he stretched out his rough and calloused hand and gently stroked the head of the boy in his arms, looked at the sleeping little one, and tucked the tattered clothes for him, and his miserable face was even more reluctant.

The big rough hand rubbing this delicate little face brought a wave of discomfort to the tired and sleeping little one, and frowned slightly to fight the wordless nightmare. Seeing this frowning look, it seemed that he couldn't bear to continue to bother, and the elder withdrew his hand.

Seeing that the little guy with short pale blonde hair became peaceful, he looked away from the boatman and said, "Yes." ”

For the elderly passengers, it is not surprising that the shipwright is accustomed to seeing the words such as gold. At the end of the rainy season, fathers from the North District send their school-age children to the South District as an apprentice to ease the burden on the family and survive the dry season for half a year.

For the boatman, the child had just come a little early. But who cares about these trifles? The boatman continued to pull the chains, looking at the lights on the river bank that gradually became clear in the distance, and the boatman felt as if he had embarked on the return voyage.

The boatman's work intensified, and the speed of the ship increased significantly. The boatman's work on his hands did not stop, and his mouth was not idle and continued to ask the middle-aged passenger: "How many years is he going to be an apprentice?" ”

The middle-aged man with a sad face also saw the lights on the bank of the south side of the river in the mist, stretched out his hand to wake up the child in his arms, reminded him that he was almost there, and replied, "Seven years." ”

The boatman listened noncommittally, spat into the river again, and continued to intensify the work at hand. Thinking about the direction of the stern of the boat, pulling the chain......

The ferry boat soon docked, and docked at the civilian wharf on the westernmost side of the downstream of the southern city, near the west gate, where I came early to see the civilians who were preparing to return from the knight competition for a day, and it was obvious that the boatman's income from crossing the river was much greater than when he came.

The pair, who were suspicious of their father's line, disembarked and walked to a procession of knights who were being repaired on the shore, and the middle-aged man walked very shyly to the elegant bearded crusader knight who stood in the line to watch the loading of the cart.

"Hello, Lord Sir, I'm the craftsman who spoke to you at the dormitory contest." The middle-aged man pushed his child forward with a sad face, and said to the somewhat timid child, "This is a respectable adult, you need to go and study with him!" ”

The crusader seemed to be a good-hearted man, and he scrutinized the child. Then he said to the old craftsman, "He is too thin, he is really too thin." I can't even hold one of my armour armours. ”

The old craftsman looked sad and embarrassed. In fact, seeing the hopeful eyes of the old craftsman, and the little boy who was lying on his lap and did not dare to look up at him, the middle-aged knight's heart softened again.

"Well, I definitely don't want me to be my brother's child. That gentleman inherits my family business, and I need a good boy, but he needs to be good enough. The middle-aged knight wiped his handsome yellow beard, hesitated and continued.

"He needs to be put to the test to give me confidence that he can be an excellent heir and continue to lead my army. Continue on the path of "Christ and the Knights of the Temple of Solomon's Poor Poor". The bearded middle-aged sir didn't say anything to death.

After hesitating repeatedly, he called out to his knight, "Come here, take our future head to feel what should be done to wipe the armor." Then let him do what he can do, and we're going to pull out. ”

The hope in the eyes of the hopeful old craftsman was diminishing little by little, but when he heard Sizz's words, he suddenly let out a light of excitement, he was glad that his child could finally have a better development, and at the same time he was very sad that his child would have nothing to do with him after all.

The craftsman stretched out his hand and pulled his child over, and when he was dazed, he didn't know the fact that he was going to part with his father completely, squatted down and touched his head and said to him: "Ah Ran, from today on, if you want to become a really good person, you need to study hard and grow up well, and when you really get a chance to change your fate, you have to seize him." ”

The old craftsman followed the men who had returned to the civilian area to board the boat, when the child, who was already standing next to the middle-aged sir, suddenly ran to the side of the boat, stood on the dock plank and asked the old craftsman, "I don't remember the way home?" What to do? ”

"My child, follow your heart and you will be able to go home, seize the opportunity to change your destiny and tell me then, have you changed?"

……

"Sir? Why are you stunned, what are you thinking? Sir Rothsfeld Gaulle in Sochi, who was beside Wang Jian, stretched out his hand and patted Wang Jian's arm, not knowing why he was distracted by things, so that he didn't move for a long time and looked into the distance in a daze.

"Nothing, I thought of something that didn't matter." (To be continued.) )

PS: It's too hard for my wife to write this novel when she was discharged from the hospital today! Ask for support