Chapter 561 Cowhide Boots, Gothic Skirt and Steam Train

Walking through a small town in Italy a hundred years ago, passing through the crowds and streets,

Seeing scenes in front of me that really make people smell the smell of time, the facilities on the street are very simple, and the people are speaking words that Fangran can't understand, but their expressions are extremely clear,

Fangran suddenly forgot that he was not in the scene, but had really returned to the world a hundred years ago.

They used currency that Fangran had never seen before, and carriages that he had only seen in old foreign movies would occasionally pass by on the paved road.

The autumn sunshine shines brightly and warmly, and unlike the remoteness of the natural wilderness of Iyer, Delisle is full of lively atmosphere of the crowd.

It felt a little strange. Speaking of which, this was the first time he took a good look at the scenery abroad.

After all, during that time in Oslo, all he could think about was other things. Except for the sea of ​​lanterns that he glanced back at, he actually didn't look at anything.

But now, he had enough time until the end of this scene, which he didn't know how long it would last.

Wandering on the streets of Delisle, I watched the classical doors and windows being gently pushed open, and the pedestrians passing by were wearing very different styles of clothes. However, compared to foreign countries that I didn’t know at first, if I were in China, I would have more empathy. Notice the difference in time...

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

Ha, but except for the lady, everyone else is probably not born yet...

Thinking of these slightly magical thoughts, Fangran, who was actually more curious about the land where he lived, suddenly felt that Ling, who was following him, seemed to slow down a step, and then trotted to follow him.

"What's wrong?"

Fangran asked subconsciously. When he turned his head, he saw the girl next to him looking away. She shook her head gently without saying anything. Fangran couldn't see the expression on her face clearly from this angle.

For a moment of slight confusion, Fangran was about to keep walking forward when he suddenly saw the glass display window of a store out of the corner of his eye.

There was a pair of cowhide short boots that he had seen before.

The label below has a price marked in ink,

50Lired'Argento.

If a piece of black bread is worth one copper coin, 50 silver lire coins is definitely a high price that most people in this town cannot afford.

That's it...

Fangran looked at the pair of cowhide short boots that in his opinion were quite old-fashioned. As if he understood something, he continued to lead the girl on the streets of the town.

It wasn't until he turned an intersection that he suddenly stopped and said, as if he had forgotten something.

"Oh, by the way, Ling, wait for me for a moment. I'll be right back!"

Fangran suddenly said something haha ​​to the girl next to him, and then Ling, who was left in the same place for no reason, looked at him and ran away as fast as if he had lost money, looking at him in confusion as if he was very anxious. look.

After turning the corner that Ling couldn't see, he returned to the previous street and walked to the door of the well-decorated store. The moment he opened the door, the sound of a bell that fit this old store rang in his ears.

"Good morning, sir, what would you like..."

He opened his mouth as usual, but when the boss with a double mustache behind the counter saw the first customer of the day, he was stunned and did not expect that the other person turned out to be a foreigner.

And seeing him walking in with a calm expression, the boss swallowed for some reason and felt nervous.

I glanced at the interior of the store. The lighting in the room of this era was not very good. Various leather boots, gloves, and clothes with lace fabrics were hung on hangers. There were some miscellaneous items on the counter inside.

In this underdeveloped era, food was sold at open-air stalls. Even in such a store that ordinary people couldn't come to, there were only a few items for sale with marked prices.

He withdrew his gaze and focused on the small pair of cowhide short boots beside the glass display window with a lot of impurities.

The interface of Yewang appeared, and the words he wanted to say were converted through the function of Yewang. In this way, he was finally able to express what he meant.

Just like when he forcefully knocked on the door of the town mayor's house last night.

Fangran took out a white card and pen, wrote the string of Italian letters, pointed to the cowhide boots that were placed in the most conspicuous position, and calmly placed the card on the counter, the silent words seemed to convey something for him. Words with power.

‘Sell me those shoes’

...

Suddenly being left on the spot, watching Fang Ran's figure disappear, Ling was stunned on the spot, 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 street. She raised her head and looked at the washed blue sky in autumn, feeling in a daze. ,

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

"Qiang Qiang!"

An unknown voice cheered in her ears. Ling, who was startled with her eyes wide open, turned around in panic and left the wall. What she saw was Fangran holding a pair of cowhide short boots in one hand and flexibly jumping from the roof. turned down,

There is no ladder or wall to hold on to. For him, it is as simple as coming down from the tree after picking fruits in the forest.

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Do you like it?"

Fang Ran, wearing one pair of short boots and one hand, squatted in front of the girl, blinked and asked with a smile.

Opening her eyes with light golden pupils, she looked at a pair of small and beautiful leather boots with thick soles and buckled belts in her hands. Ling looked in disbelief at the fact that the boots she had just seen in the window suddenly appeared in her hands!

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

Why...impossible...

It obviously costs 50 lire silver coins!

"This... is very expensive..."

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

"do you like it?"

Fangran smiled and looked at her.

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

He lowered his head and hugged the cowhide short boots hard into his arms. He felt his eyes burning for some reason and nodded.

"Um..."

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

On the street of Delir town, a young man squatting down looked at the girl holding the pair of cowhide short boots in front of him, smiled and said:

"Come on, we still have to go to the tailor shop, and the journey may take a long time."

...

In the old tailor shop, there are piles of various fabrics and middle-aged women wearing tailoring clothes sitting behind sewing machines. In the not-so-bright interior, there are several sets of finished clothes.

jingle...

The moment the bell on the door rang, the hostess of the tailor shop welcomed her first customer of the day. She stood up anxiously and wiped the grease stains from the sewing machine on her hands. Just when she was about to say hello,

What she saw was a young man wearing a white top that she had never seen before. His neat and clean clothing even made the room brighter. He was leading a beautiful and slender girl wearing a pair of expensive-looking cowhide short boots.

"Happy...welcome..."

She immediately stammered, looking a little reserved and uncomfortable as the young man glanced around the room, and then after discovering the curtained cubicle where she measured female customers and changed clothes,

He bent down and spoke some incomprehensible language to the girl next to him.

"Ling, go in first and wait."

She looked at Fang Ran who was a little confused as to why she came here, but Ling obediently opened the curtain and walked into the changing room.

After seeing the girl enter, the seamstress turned to look at Fangran, but suddenly found that he had a skirt with black and white lace pleats in his hand.

A white card was handed to her.

‘Put it on for her and I will pay you’

She took the skirt from Fangran's hands in a daze. The seamstress looked at the black and white skirt and felt that she dared to swear to God, even on the wealthy ladies who came to order clothes, she I have never seen such a delicate and beautiful skirt.

Oh my god, who designed such beautiful clothes! ?

Swallowing in careful exclaim, she quietly opened the curtain and walked into the changing room with her clothes in her arms. However, she couldn't help but look at Fangran a few more times before entering.

Listening to the incomprehensible exchanges coming from the curtain, Fangran sat on a chair by the window and looked at the sky in the distance outside.

That's right, that was actually made with [Chuangpai] according to the Gothic skirt that Ling wore in his memory.

Although he didn't remember certain details very clearly, and it might be quite different from the original version, it was still much better than the workmanship of this era.

With his wrists supporting his cheeks on the table, Fangran tilted his neck slightly to look at the blue sky. A piece of golden sunlight imprinted on his face, making him a little lost in thought.

At this time, what's going on over there in the North Pole...

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

No, no,

What I have to consider now is the matter in front of me.

A rectangular card appeared in his hand. On the [Fog Card], a woman with her eyes closed and her hands crossed on her chest seemed to be praying to something.

[Symbol: Determine the situation and decide the direction]

The symbol that is completely opposite to what it represents seems to be telling me something,

Fangran looked at the [Fog Card] in a daze for a moment, and then suddenly he heard Ling's loud voice of resistance coming from the curtain!

Fangran's eyes turned cold and downcast for a moment, and he stood up from the chair suddenly. His first reaction was that something unexpected had happened. The moment he was about to take action,

What I saw was the seamstress being pushed out with force.

"Sorry, sir, this little girl seems unwilling to let me give it to her..."

He didn't understand her explanation at all, ruling out the possibility of an accident. But Fangran, who had no idea what was going on, strode open the curtain.

Then what I saw was Ling, who was in disheveled clothes. She was biting her lips and tightly holding the half-scattered cloth strips on her arms. She was huddled in the corner like a kitten that refused to be touched.

There are various small scars on the exposed arms.

It only took Fangran a moment to understand.

Why did Ling not untie the shabby strips of cloth wrapped around her arms and legs even after changing clothes at the mayor's house?

It also made him understand why Ling in his memory always wore black stockings and gothic long sleeves that hid her hands.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then Fangran slowly walked up to Ling, touched her head and spoke softly:

"It's okay...it's okay. I will always be by your side from now on...You don't have to do those hard things anymore. Nothing like this will happen again,"

He took a deep breath to suppress the choking in his throat, smiled softly at her but said in an extremely serious tone:

"I promise."

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The sky gradually dimmed, and the bright sunshine ended on the horizon.

The kerosene lamps in the small town of Delis lit up one by one at the station in the early 20th century. Gathered on the waiting platform were men in black suits holding newspapers and carrying suitcases on the seats. A family of three waiting, a businessman and a woman looking in a hurry,

There was also a sleepy old man wearing a hat at the ticket office.

Then footsteps sounded on the steps of the entrance. The thick heels that civilians couldn't wear made steady footsteps, which made the men and women in the station look over there subconsciously.

What they saw was a man wearing a gorgeous gothic skirt in black and white, with long lace sleeves on his arms to hide his hands, and a pair of small leather short boots under black stockings on his slender legs.

Her light blond hair is tied up behind her head. She is a girl who is so delicate and beautiful that she is dressed like a doll.

She followed step by step behind the foreign young man who changed into a gentleman of this era and wore a double-breasted suit jacket.

The two figures were hugely different, yet they stood together in perfect harmony.

Woo————

The sound of steam neighing came from far and near, white smoke of steam emitted from the thick black smoke window, and the steel wheels dyed vermilion slowly rushed into the platform with a cheering sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang".

In an era when creations centered on internal combustion engines could not be promoted, a tool called the steam train, born in the first industrial revolution, gave humans a way to travel to more distant places.

The train stopped, the door opened, and the journey to one of the most prosperous cities in Italy opened.

Wearing a luxurious skirt that was as unreal as a dream, some couldn't believe that the delicate figure in the mirror was themselves. At this moment, the girl finally matched the appearance in Fangran's memory.

Looking at the 'steel monster' she had never seen before, she couldn't help but gently pinch the corner of the figure in front of her. Then she saw the young man carrying the suitcase and gently raised the brim of his black top hat to face it. He smiled softly:

"Ready to go?"

The small town passing by, the moment the steam train neighed in the station heading into the distance, finally opened the curtain of departure into the night...