Chapter 582: Conversation on the Carriage and Your Name
No matter which era, for my safety, Ling chose to face it alone.
But no matter which era, I made the mistake of not telling the whole truth at the beginning.
Because I didn’t want to worry the Queen, and I should bear the consequences of my decisions and choices myself, etc., I didn’t say anything about my heart, infinite magic power, and the figure wearing a black cloth cloak.
But it made her even more worried.
Fangran, you are such a fool,
It's obvious that this kind of clichéd plot is hidden and ultimately leads to disagreements between partners. Haven't you seen it many times in the movies and comics when you were a child...
If everything had been explained to the Queen earlier, would Ling have taken her to the Ice Sea with her...?
On the icebreaker sailing in the North Pole that night, Fang Ran kept thinking about this question while looking at the North Pole in front of him, but he still doesn't know the answer.
However, he knew one thing very well,
If I had made it clear to the girl in front of me earlier, something like that would never have happened last night.
So, at the beginning of the twentieth century,
In the vast fields of the Po River Plain in Italy, I hold the reins and drive the carriage on the winding road, looking at the golden fields and sea of wheat on both sides.
The young man looked at the girl in his arms who looked up at him, scratched her head and smiled, and gave a simple answer as if she was talking about something like "It's a nice day today":
"I actually come from a hundred years in the future."
After hearing his answer, the girl in his arms blinked her eyes and expressed surprise in a low voice:
"So Fangran, are you from a hundred years in the future?"
(￣w￣;)Hmm....
Forget about what I said so simply, why did you, Queen, believe it so simply...
"Um, Ling, aren't you shocked...don't you have that kind of 'bang' in your head, it feels so incredible that you can't believe it!?"
Sweating on his face, Fangran looked down at her with a slight shame and asked in embarrassment. The hand holding the reins was gesticulating with Ling, trying to highlight the full force.
The girl in his arms didn't know what to say, her light golden pupils were shining with energy, she pursed her lips and tried to follow his gestures to explain:
"Because...Fangran, you are so powerful, you can fly, and you can shoot beams. Even such a big monster is no match for you, so...it's not that surprising."
Fang Ran: "..."
I always feel that your statement is talking about Tiga and not me...
However, we can generally understand that for a girl over ten years old, it is beyond common sense and extremely incredible that she can fly, shoot out beams, and kill monsters that are more than fifty meters tall.
So from the simple truth that it will not be so difficult to accept a hundred years later,
It was just the way of understanding himself as Ultraman that made Fangran sigh slightly speechlessly:
"Okay, so be it..."
"So Fangran, are you really from a hundred years in the future? Didn't you lie to me?"
Ling, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and looked up at him with bright eyes.
Perhaps it was the rainy night last night, the embrace of the young man who came to her despite the heavy rain, and the warmth that helped wipe away her tears. Compared with the previous time when she was obedient and obedient in front of Fangran, she
But I always feel a little quiet and don't like to talk,
Now Ling seems to truly regard Fang Ran as someone she can trust. As she gets closer, the look of a girl her age finally shines in her eyes.
A few days ago, Ling would never have made a request to Fang Ran that she wanted to find her parents, nor would she have sat in his arms and talked so closely.
"Of course, when did I lie to you Ling?"
Completely forgetting that he and Ling talked about "Chinese language" during the Italian teaching, Fangran patted his chest and promised, and then...
"So Fangran, are you already a grandfather?"
"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."
Just as he was feeling complacent for a second, he was shaken back to his original state by the girl's innocent words.
Fang Ran, who was choked by these words, couldn't help coughing a few times, and then looked unexpectedly frightened and confused.
"No, Ling, did you misunderstand something..."
After coughing twice awkwardly, Fangran thought of a simpler explanation and explained to Ling:
"Well, I am a person who will live a hundred years from now. I am not a person who has transformed from myself a hundred years from now and returned to myself now."
"Is that so..."
Ling opened her mouth slightly, and finally looked at him in disbelief,
Fangran smiled at her, and then looked at the endless wheat fields in front of him, not knowing where this road would extend.
"In my time, an accident made me awaken from an ordinary person to a participant... Well, it was just like me and those people with various superpowers last night, and then..."
"At that time, it was probably the most confused and overwhelmed time in my life."
Thinking of looking at the animal head in the rental house that night, and of himself feeling confused and uneasy, Fangran lowered his eyes and smiled in a nostalgic way.
"To be honest, I was really scared at the time. I didn't know what to do at all. All I could think about was hiding."
"Fangran, you are so powerful that you can be scared?"
As if sitting in his arms and listening to a bedtime story, Ling looked at him and asked curiously, being regarded as a very powerful person by 'The Queen',
Fangran always felt a little embarrassed, scratched his head and laughed:
"I wasn't that powerful at that time, but Ling, you were very powerful at that time..."
He let out a long breath, then looked at the cute girl who was blinking and stunned and said with a smile:
"It was Ling who helped me get through the period when I was most confused and overwhelmed, and then I finally met all kinds of people who changed my life,"
"Let me get back something I lost because I didn't protect it well in the past."
When he said this, the smile on the corner of Fangran's mouth was quiet and satisfied.
"Me? One hundred years from now? Fangran, you know me one hundred years from now!?"
As for the delicate girl wearing a Gothic dress in his arms, after listening to his words, her face was stunned with disbelief, but she quickly shook her head vigorously and discovered something new and strange.
"Am I still alive in a hundred years?"
In this era, girls realize that people generally live to be in their fifties and are already very powerful.
A hundred years...she couldn't even think about it.
"Yes, Ling, you were also a participant at that time. Participants can live a long time."
Ran Ran explained matter-of-factly from the front seat of the carriage, holding the reins with one hand and holding the girl's soft waist with the other to prevent her from falling.
Ling blinked her dumbfounded eyes cutely. She didn't expect that she could live a hundred years later. When she came to her senses, she grabbed Fangran's clothes and asked eagerly:
"I will also be a participant, someone as powerful as you, Fangran?"
Fangran scratched his head, recalling Ling's usually indifferent and calm demeanor that knew everything, and the legends he heard on the night network from time to time, scratched his cheek and explained with a smile:
"Hahaha... To be precise, Ling, you are much more powerful than me. After all, compared to guys like me who take shortcuts, you are truly an ancient participant who has been through it for a century, and you are the most powerful group of people.
"
"real?"
Ling pursed her lips and widened her eyes and said with some disbelief. She always felt that what Fang Ran said was like telling a story to herself.
"real."
"What will I look like a hundred years from now?"
"Um...this..."
Hearing the strong curiosity but a little fear in the girl's eyes, she asked in front of him, Fangran sweated slightly and said in confusion.
What should I do? Should I tell the truth here...
And looking at Fang Ran who was stunned when she heard this question and seemed not to answer her honestly, Ling looked at his big eyes and blinked a few times, and then suddenly shouted to him crisply:
"Onii-chan."
"Pfft! Cough! Cough cough..."
Then Fangran came back to his senses in an instant, looked at the girl who suddenly 'attacked' him in his arms, blushed and stammered in a panic:
"Ling...Lingling, why are you saying this all of a sudden!?"
Seeing him acting like this, Ling's voice sounded pure and innocent.
"Because I always feel that every time I call you that, Fangran, you look very happy."
Fangran (；?д?) feels guilty....
"If this doesn't work, then..."
Seeing that Fang Ran still didn't speak, Ling lowered her head and recalled the other 'Chinese dialects' that Fang Ran taught her.
Then the moment she remembered it, she raised her head and blinked her light golden eyes at him smartly, and said crisply:
"master!"
Poof(nosebleed)....
(*////口////) No way, if this continues, I...may die...
"Okay, okay, stop! I said that's it, I said it's not okay, but in exchange, Ling, you have to tell me what your real name is, how about it?"
It was a bit unbearable for the impression that Ling, who had a strong aura, acted cute and coquettishly towards him in such a smaller manner. Fangran, the old man gave up in defeat and made a 'concession'.
Then the girl in her arms sat down honestly. If possible, everyone should be quite curious about what they will look like in the future.
Ling was no exception. She nodded obediently and said her name.
"Carol, my name is Carol."
Then he felt a little guilty for deceiving Fangran and said:
"The name Ling is actually..."
"It's okay, to me, Ling, you are Ling,"
Fangran muttered the name, slightly lost in thought, and then smiled gently at her, as if looking back in time:
"By the way, Carol, what a good name."
"Then it's time for you to tell me."
Seeing that the young man didn't mind this matter, the girl urged him and shook him gently, wondering what she would be like in a hundred years.
"Then let's make an agreement first. After I tell you, Ling, you can't be angry."
"Yeah, yeah."
Curiosity can be satisfied immediately. With her slender legs in black stockings and cowhide short boots shaking constantly, Carol... or Ling nodded to Fangran in assurance like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Ling you in a hundred years' time..."
Speaking of this, Fangran sighed, and then recalled the memory of meeting Ling from the very beginning.
As if after twelve sets of May-Three Huanggang baptisms, I finally got the essence of the truth, I nodded slightly in a serious and serious manner:
"She's a big arrogant person."
"Proud...?"
Ling was stunned for a moment without understanding, then looked at Fangran and asked:
"What do you mean, will I be very arrogant in a hundred years?"
These simple words and innocent eyes made Fangran slowly look away with a slight guilty conscience, pouted and said:
"Yes, she is fierce and arrogant. She will always hit my face with a power bank. She always looks like a queen who is difficult to get close to and is aloof. She oppresses me all day long because she is stronger than me."
"And he doesn't say anything, is willful and arbitrary, leaves me alone and goes out alone. In short, he has a very bad character."
"Am I going to look like this a hundred years from now..."
To Fangran's surprise, after listening to his embellished nonsense, the girl in his arms just felt very novel and lowered her head and murmured,
Then he raised his eyes, his pupils shining with light and spoke to Fangran:
"Then I promise you, Fangran, that you will never turn into that... um, arrogant person like you said."
The look on his face was stunned. Seeing the girl in front of him smiling and promising himself, Fangran looked dull.
Such a cute and well-behaved Queen, am I living in a dream...
"So Fangran Fangran, what did I look like at that time? Have I turned into an old woman...?"
"Ah, that's not true."
Fang Ran, who was still immersed in the fact that the Ling he knew had such a well-behaved and obedient side, couldn't help himself for a long time, listened to Ling ask this question again, and answered subconsciously.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "If you're not an old lady, what do I look like?"
Ling asked with some confusion. She thought that even if she could live that long, she would definitely be very old in a hundred years.
"What does it look like..."
Fangran was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and looked up and down at the girl sitting in his arms. She had long light golden hair and a fair and delicate face.
Her petite body is tied with long sleeves that cover her hands. Under the black and white Gothic skirt, her legs are slender and soft in black stockings.
It's basically not much different from a hundred years ago...
"Biling, you are a little older than you are now, just a size bigger."
Without thinking too much, Fangran made rough gestures with his hands and said the answer casually,
Then he saw the girl in his arms was stunned for a moment, and then fell away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Am I still the same as I haven't grown up in a hundred years..."
"Ah ah! No, no, Ling, listen to me, you have grown up for a while, and you are a beautiful woman with a thin waist and long legs! Ah... It's just that when I met you later, I didn't
I know what's going on and have already retracted..."
Ling was hit in an unexpected place, and Fangran hurriedly tried to comfort her.
Then he saw the girl in his arms pursed her lips angrily for some reason, raised her head with a sullen look, and looked straight at herself with her eyes wide open.
Forehead....
Fangran's expression froze, and he remembered Uncle Fang's meaningful smile, which taught him the core idea of 'just flatter a girl if you want to coax her', and cautiously said tentatively:
"Well... I think Ling, you look pretty good at your age... very cute..."
cute...
Ling lowered her head and grasped the cuffs of her long sleeves with her palms. The thoughts that had made her face look hot were suddenly shattered. She bit her lip, got into an argument with dissatisfaction and pushed his chest hard.
"Fangran, you idiot!"
"Huh! Ha!?...Why..."
"That's enough! I won't hug you anymore, let me go quickly..."
"No, Your Lady Queen, didn't you promise not to be angry... And wasn't I complimenting you??"
In the 20th century, on the small road on the slope of the wheat field, there came from the carriage a confused young man who had no idea about girls and no love feelings. He had no idea where he had stepped on the thunder again, and he was confused and confused.
As the slowly extending rut spreads farther and farther...
