Chapter 586 If Possible, I Don’t Want This Journey to End

"Still haven't asked?"

"Um...."

In an unknown town, on the streets of the early 20th century town built with bricks and tiles, in front of the church that sheltered the refugees, the young man looked at the quiet and lost girl on her face, asked softly, and watched her nod gently.

Then he gently took her hand and smiled warmly:

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the next town. I'll definitely be able to find out about Ling's parents in the next place."

"Um."

Walking through the streets and alleys of bluestone bricks, the two figures walked towards the exit of the town, starting their journey to the next city again under the sun...

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Where have they all gone?

There is no longer the nightmare of killing that man in a small room in the capital, and the uneasiness and anxiety of rushing out of the campus, which symbolizes a stable daily life, has also disappeared.

Maybe it's because the figure he's following is only one step away from him, or maybe the young girl is already in his arms,

The sound of carriage wheels turning in the dream, the only images left in the dream are the ranch tavern in El, the laughter holding the grass under the windmill, the sunshine in the forest, the fish swimming in the river, and walking together holding hands. Milan...

Where have they all gone?

Without taking the steam train again, I left Milan that night and followed the direction of Il, passing through small towns and villages.

No need to worry about money, no need to worry about meeting bad people, no need to worry about time and direction, in an unknown country, you can do whatever you want and go wherever you want.

Well, it sounds great, doesn’t it?

The beautiful journey of freedom, all the scenery and memories along the way make people hope that this journey will not end.

A girl wearing a Gothic skirt is traveling in a carriage in the pastoral wilderness of the early 20th century, passing through forests and crossing streams. The memory of the journey under the sun is so safe and perfect that it is incredible.

So it's okay,

It doesn't matter where you are now...

The light that penetrated the curtains opened my eyes drowsily. In the farm carriage that was exchanged for the aristocratic carriage in the manor that was not suitable for long-distance travel, dry wooden boards were laid on a Simmons mattress, and I slept surprisingly well.

Laptops, tablets, game consoles, snack bags, messy data cables and used-up power banks were all scattered on the mattress.

Fangran raised his upper body staggeringly, yawned without any appearance, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the sunshine that was probably already morning, and lazily pulled away another rolled up blanket next to him. ,

It revealed the petite girl who was huddled inside and hadn't woken up. Her light blond hair was disheveled, her delicate and quiet sleeping face was breathing lightly, her body was slightly curled up like a young wild cat, and her thin nightgown was messed up. She was disheveled, revealing her fair thighs and a large area of ​​snow-white girlish skin under her shoulders...

Then Fangran turned a blind eye and sighed helplessly. Compared to Ling, who could still sleep in, Fangran didn't know what to say.

As for why he, who is usually so timid when facing women even remotely intimate, is so calm now...

"..."

Please see the responses from all normal young people over twenty years old here. Please, if you see a girl in her early teens, would you have any strange thoughts?

Okay, okay, I understand (perfunctory expression),

For those who answered in the affirmative, please leave your name and phone number here so that I can call the police station to report you later.

In short...for this reason, even if he lives close to each other every day and takes care of Ling's daily life, Fangran is not as timid as he usually is when facing Ling...

Instead, I developed a mysterious old father's mentality...

The idiot who has never been in love at the age of 20 often laments that he is really old recently.

"Ling, Ling! Stop sleeping and let the sun dry your butt.

We are going to the next town soon, so get up quickly. "

Activating the skill [Old Father Calls the Bed], Fangran urged the lazy cat who was still lying in bed to get up quickly.

Um... The name of this skill is obviously correct, but why does it sound weird...

Ling, who instinctively opened her eyes when she heard his voice, also got up in a daze. The shoulder straps of her nightgown completely slipped off her thin and white shoulders, and then she fell sleepily into Fangran's arms. .

"Well... I'll... get up... right now..."

Then get up!

Seeing the disheveled Ling lying in his arms and planning to take a nap, Fangran sighed helplessly and decided that if she didn't go to bed early tonight, she wouldn't be allowed to touch the steering wheel again.

Then he reached out and found the black stockings from the pile of clothes the girl had taken off, straightened her body and put them on her little by little. Although it sounded very perverted, he was really a helper in bed these days. Ling, who couldn't afford it, was already very familiar with dressing up.

Ling leaned in his arms without paying any attention, her disheveled hair lazily rubbed against Fangran's shirt and she was yawning, letting his hand holding the stockings slide across her slender calves to the depths of her thighs.

"Okay, okay, go wash your face and brush your teeth quickly."

After putting on the old-fashioned cowhide short boots and tidying up the messy nightgown, Fangran took the towel and toothbrush and pushed Ling out of the carriage, got a basin of water, and looked at the dull hair on the top of her head that had not yet emerged from sleep. The combed girl brushed her teeth in a dazed manner and sighed.

Alas, I am getting old...

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The outline of the town was already in front of him. Fang Ran, who was driving the carriage slowly, was sipping a cup of cappuccino out of boredom. Ling, who had already put on her skirt, was sitting in front of him and watching "Hundreds of Things" played on her tablet computer. Become Sakura Magic Card".

Then Fangran suddenly felt Ling moving in his arms and looking at him. As soon as he lowered his head, he heard the girl's puzzled voice:

"Fangran, why does this person named Taoya always look at the person named Xuetu? Aren't they all men?"

"puff!!"

Then he squirted out.

(ー△ー;) Can I say I don’t know?

Speaking of which, why is Her Majesty the Queen so keenly aware of these things at such a young age? When I was a child, I didn’t notice anything other than ‘f*ck, this card is so awesome’...

"Well... maybe they have a better relationship..."

In the end, Fangran could only answer in a cold sweat, and Ling said "oh" obediently and turned off the tablet in her hand.

It has been almost a week since they left Milan. During this period, the traveling carriage passed through countless small towns and villages, accompanying the girl who wanted to find her parents. Fangran held her hand and did not know where to start. I have opened so many house doors and walked through so many streets and alleys in towns.

The expected route was to follow another route that ended in Ir to the border, and then back to Ir along the most likely place to find those who had been separated during the war.

After spending this period of time together, Fangran discovered that Ling, who was only in her early teens, had an incredible learning ability in using things from the future.

Some things are even more familiar than myself (cross out)...ahem, I'm almost catching up with myself.

"Speaking of which, Ling, are we really on our way without driving? If you are worried about attracting attention, I can..."

"Fangran, you idiot!"

"Hey! No...why..."

The girl sitting in front of Fangran, using him as a backrest, didn't give Fangran a chance to finish his sentence, and directly threw out a dissatisfied sentence, leaving a certain fool confused.

"Fangran, I'm so bored. How about we answer each other's questions?"

Then after a while, he put down the tablet computer that had interested him so much these days, raised his head, looked at Fangran, blinked and asked,

This action made Lao Fangran's old face turn red, and at the same time, he subconsciously bit the straw and agreed.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Then I'll go first, um..."

Ling swung her leather boots against his chest, thinking about her curious question, and then turned to look at him with blinking eyes:

"Fangran, will you get married in a hundred years?"

"puff!!!!"

Cappuccino: "..."

"Ahem! Ahem...why...why do you ask this suddenly...?"

Fangran, who was panicked and confused, almost choked to death and asked in a panic. Huairiling blinked her big eyes and looked at him, then turned back and muttered thoughtfully:

"It looks like it's not there yet..."

Hello! Listen carefully!

?(&`Д′;)?You guessed the answer before I even answered it!

Guessing the answer from Fangran's simple and easy-to-understand reaction, Ling turned her head and looked at him seriously and said:

"Fangran, do you know that in Europe, it's almost time for a wealthy man like you to get engaged to a woman?"

Fangran: "..."

So, Ling, I can understand your sentence as,

Even if I am a hundred years from now, will I still be an older single (smiling with tears in my eyes)...

"But it will take a few more years to get married..."

However, Ling quickly added, her light golden pupils blinking wildly from side to side, she glanced at him evasively, slowly lowered her head and repeated in a low voice:

"Well... we have to wait at least a few years..."

"cough!"

After clearing his throat heavily, Fangran's expression suddenly became a tough one and he spoke solemnly:

"Ling, you have to know that in the era I lived in, men had to be at least thirty years old before they were allowed to have contact with women."

"Hey! Do you have to be thirty years old!?"

The girl who had no doubts was immediately surprised when she heard what he said. Her naive eyes could really melt away the hypocrisy, making Fangran grit his teeth and hold on to his JOJO-like style and nod silently and solemnly:

"Yes, only men over thirty can find a girlfriend, so I don't have to worry at all."

Ling clapped her hands in amazement and sighed without any malice:

"It feels so great..."

Then it deeply hurt the heart of a single person named Fang.

"Okay, let's not discuss this issue. It's my turn to ask Ling you."

Fang Ran, who always felt that the conversation just now made his heart full of holes, said with a complicated face, and then Ling sat down obediently and nodded:

"Um."

After a slight hesitation, he opened his mouth, and suddenly countless questions popped up in his mind to ask the girl in front of him.

Why did you, Ling, leave on your own? Why were you in the form of your soul when we met?

Why did Lingyou, who had become Zero Rider, turn against the Night Palace and become the Wanderer Song?

And even though he had the name "Carol", why did he tell me "Ling" at that time?

Questions hidden in the mists of time emerged in his mind, making Fangran have the urge to speak to the girl in front of him, but when he saw those beautiful light golden pupils, all the questions disappeared after he opened his mouth.

Well, even if I asked Ling at this age, she wouldn't know at all...

Why on earth did I come to this point in time?

However, all I need to do is make Ling happy.

So after thinking about it, Fangran changed to another question that he was curious about:

"By the way, when we passed by the small town next to Er, Ling, do you know anyone in the white bungalow you want to see?"

When passing by Delir, before Zai Ling probably let go of her trust in Fang Ran, the white bungalow she wanted to see left a deep impression on Fang Ran for some reason.

Ling's light golden pupils moved slightly, and then she answered in a crisp voice:

"That person was the one who saved me during the war. If she hadn't saved me at that time, I might have starved to death."

"The person who saved you, Ling?!"

Fang Ran was slightly surprised, and Ling nodded to him:

"He is a very good-looking person, well... probably the most beautiful and kind-hearted person in the world."

"Then she didn't take you in?"

Fangran frowned slightly, leaving a little girl alone in that remote countryside, what did that person think? ?

Hearing this, the girl in her arms shook her head gently:

"I'm the one who wants to stay in Ire."

Then she looked at Fangran, with light golden and clear pupils in her big eyes.

"The eldest sister told me that she didn't see my parents, so I had to stay, otherwise... they might not be able to find me. It's just that I waited for a long time..."

The crisp voice slowly dropped, causing Fangran to open his mouth at a loss, not knowing what to say.

Silent, then looking at the town that was about to arrive, he reached out and put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her head vigorously, Fangran said in a low voice:

"We will definitely find them. Okay, it's your turn to ask me."

"Fangran, are you really from a hundred years in the future?"

"Um."

"Then will you go back...a hundred years in the future...?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, Ling..."

"I will always be by your side..."

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At the other end of the border town where the carriage was traveling, there was also a road that extended to an unknown place. Among the sparse crowds, a woman in a black dress was walking on the roadside in a daze, and behind her...

In the direction of Isonzo Plain, a defeated army is slowly arriving...