Chapter 561: Cowhide short boots, Gothic skirt and steam train
Walking through a small town in Italy a hundred years ago, through the crowds and through the 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 sun shines brightly and warmly, and unlike the remoteness of the natural wilderness in Delir, the place here in Delis is full of lively atmosphere.
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. Apart from the sea of lanterns he glanced back at, he actually didn't look at anything.
But now, he has enough time until the end of this scene, which he doesn't know how long it will last.
Wandering on the streets of Delisle, I watched the classical doors and windows being gently pushed open, and the pedestrians passing by wore clothes of very different styles.
However, compared to foreign countries where I don’t know much about it originally, if I were in China, I would be more aware of 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 was actually more curious about the land where he lived. Suddenly, he felt that Ling who was following him seemed to have slowed down a step.
Then he jogged to catch up.
"What's wrong?"
Fangran asked subconsciously, and when he turned his head, he saw the girl beside 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,
50 Lire d'Argento.
If a piece of black bread is worth one copper penny, 50 silver lire 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, according to his taste, 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 as if he had forgotten something and said:
"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, not expecting 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 rooms 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 pair of small cowhide short boots beside the glass display window with lots of impurities. The interface of Yewang appeared. What he wanted to say was 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 mayor's house last night.
Fangran took out a white card and pen, wrote the string of Italian letters, and pointed to the cowhide short boots that were placed in the most conspicuous position.
He calmly placed the card on the counter, and the silent words seemed to convey powerful words for him.
‘Sell me those shoes’
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Suddenly being left in place, 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!"
Unexplained voices 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 Fang Ran 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 picking fruits in the forest and coming down from the tree.
"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.
He opened his eyes with light golden pupils and looked at a pair of small and beautiful leather boots with thick soles and buckled belts in his hands.
Ling looked at it in disbelief as the thing she saw in the window just now suddenly appeared in her hand!
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.
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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 his 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 boots in front of him, smiled and said:
"Let's go, 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.
The leader was a beautiful and slender girl wearing a pair of expensive-looking leather short boots.
"Happy...welcome..."
She immediately stammered and said, 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, please go in first and wait."
Some people looked at Fang Ran who was confused as to why he 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 reward you’
Somewhat dumbfoundedly, she took the skirt from Fangran's hand. The seamstress looked at the black and white skirt and felt that she dared to swear to God.
Even among the wealthy ladies who came to order clothes, she had never seen such exquisite and beautiful skirts.
Oh my god, who designed such beautiful clothes!?
Carefully swallowing in surprise, she held her clothes and quietly opened the curtain and walked into the changing room. However, before entering, she couldn't help but look at Fangran a few more times.
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.
Yes, that was actually the gothic skirt that he made based on the Gothic skirt that Ling wore in his memory, using [Chuangpai].
But it may be a little smaller than what Mi Ling wears.
With his wrists supporting his cheeks on the table, Fangran raised his neck slightly and looked at the blue sky. A piece of golden sunlight imprinted on his face, making him a little lost.
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] was a woman with her eyes closed, her hands crossed on her chest as if she was 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] for a moment, and then he suddenly heard Ling's loud voice of resistance coming from the curtain!
Fangran's eyes turned cold and lowered for a moment, and he suddenly stood up from the chair. 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, biting her lips and tightly holding the half-scattered cloth strips on her arms, 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, gathering on the waiting platform.
It was a man in a black suit holding a newspaper, a family of three waiting on the seat with suitcases, businessmen and women 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 had changed into a gentleman of this era wearing a double-breasted suit jacket.
The two figures are hugely different, but they stand 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".
Born in the first industrial revolution in an era when creations with internal combustion engines as the core could not yet be promoted,
A tool called a steam train 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 seemed as unreal as a dream, some couldn't believe that the delicate figure in the mirror was themselves.
At this moment, there is finally a girl who matches 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,
He gently raised the brim of his black top hat and smiled softly at himself:
"Ready to go?"
The small town passing by, the moment the steam train neighed in the station heading for the distance, finally opened the curtain of departure into the night...
