Chapter 554

It seems like a dream. At the moment of waking up from the battlefield on the Arctic ice sheet, Fang ran, who woke up from a coma in a stable in an unknown place, opened his eyes and looked at a girl who had not grown up and was weak, holding a pitchfork on his wrist, and watching him as a stranger who suddenly appeared 。

The old linen clothes are stained with dry horse grass,

the language they can't understand is "who are you?"

but just when she appears in front of her eyes again, she can still feel the heat in her eyes.

no matter the rare hair color or the same color pupil, the contour of the mixed blood's face is not long Big, also only let Fang ran instinct instantly think of the opposite name,

Ling...

some kind of unreal sense of absurdity washed his mind, made his throat choked, his voice trembled and opened his mouth towards her:

"you..."

seeing his action, the girl stepped back vigilantly, and the pitchfork was still aimed at fangran, but after hearing Fang Ran's voice, she suddenly froze

and then search for the language she thought she could no longer use. Her expression was unexpected but not relaxed, slightly astringent and not very fluent:

"are you from the Far East

Far east?

It's still blank in my mind. In the raw Chinese language, it makes the girl's pale face even more. The pitchfork that she pointed to turned into holding it in front of her body, pursing her lips and keeping silent,

touching the horse around her, she actually looked at the girl in a daze and didn't know what to say for a while.

However, after a long time, Fang ran still took a deep breath, and then slowly vomited it out. Maybe it was the tension brought by the fighting zero riding and fighting before. Maybe it was the crazy mania after being knocked down by the light and shadow,

or it might be the guilt of being held by the figure in front of you, but you can't do anything.

"Yes..."

she opened her mouth tentatively and looked at the girl's soft voice with her hands wrapped in cloth strips and a pitchfork:

"tell me where this is?"

She pursed her lips and looked at his face. It seemed that she was digesting the meaning of his words. After a while, the girl was silent and replied:

"IL."

Yi Er...

he did not know the place name at all. Fang ran looked at the "Ling" that he did not know. He did not continue to point at himself with a pitchfork, but he felt a lot of awe and caution.

Looking at a few lines without any information at the edge of the field of vision, and recalling the girl's address to her "Far East man" who spoke Chinese, she asked subconsciously:

"Britain?"

It seems that the pronunciation of only two words is not complicated. It seems that she is only 12 years old, but is much more mature than her younger appearance. There is no unnecessary expression, and she does not look straight any more when she lowers her head.

it seems that because she has used a language that has not been used for a long time and is not very familiar with, she purses her lips slightly in a strange way:

"Italy."

Suddenly, I remembered that Ling had spoken Italian several times,

indeed, her hometown should mean...

and so on!

In addition to the sunshine outside and the unexpected but reasonable answer from Italy,

let fangran suddenly realize a key problem. He looked at the black-and-white gothic dress that he didn't remember, wearing the ragged or even ragged coarse linen on his arms and legs Even the young girls, who may have picked up the cloth strips, asked dully:

"what year is it now?"

It seems to be a rather difficult question. She tied her light gold hair with a rope made of horse grass. After understanding the meaning of Fang Ran's words, she found the corresponding pronunciation of those numbers gradually, and slowly and difficultly replied:

"1... 9... 1... 6..."

then, after finishing this sentence, she saw that she was wearing decent clothes in front of her eyes The expensive youth, who was unable to imagine, was stunned at the same place, leaving behind her incredible face.

1916...

at the moment of hearing this answer, Fang ran almost thought that he had an illusion. He was all in a daze and fell into this incredible situation beyond common sense.

In 1916...

then I was more than 100 years ago!?

Wait, in 1916, it was not...

the three pairs of contradictions in Europe intensified. Fang's eyes widened with astonishment, and the historical knowledge of the period of outstanding achievements reminded him of the significance of this era,The world just hit him with a fever in his eyes.

Ling, who she knew, was a beautiful black-and-white Gothic skirt with a delicate, almost unreal, half blood face. She always looked down on everything and would never say anything in this tone.

but what she saw was a very difficult person who could not survive. When she saw her dress, she asked carefully if she could leave,

A little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

He didn't expect that it would be like this. He didn't expect that the former Ling was like this, and he didn't expect the former Ling to live such a life.

I don't know Ling at all.

Looking at Fang ran and looking at himself again, the girl slightly clenched the pitchfork in her hand, and then she wanted to turn around and leave here.

"Wait!"

Fang Ran's voice startled her, even though her small face was still calm, but her slightly trembling shoulder betrayed her.

Subconsciously, he stopped the girl. A strong feeling urged Fang ran to feel that he should do something, but he was also worried and flustered.

instinctively, he groped for himself and wanted to take out something, but he even forgot that he had thrown the wallet that ye Lianna gave him into the black box.

Fang ran only touched out one Pack compressed biscuits.

"That... This is for you!"

Very anxious to tear open the package, like a passer-by who was afraid of scaring away the kitten by the wall, he slowed down to her, handed it to her and opened his mouth carefully:

"can you tell me something else?"

At the moment of seeing the biscuit in fangran's hand, the big pale gold eyes opened slightly, and the throat couldn't help swallowing for a moment, and then took a quick look at him,

and then stretched out a hesitant hand that might be retracted at any time. At the moment when she touched the compressed biscuit, she bit it down with a big mouth. It seemed to her that this dry biscuit was beautiful Food is the same. She can't even feel the dryness and astringency, and she almost eats it quickly.

the unprecedented satiety even makes her eyes shine slightly.

Fang ran, who knew that the taste was absolutely not delicious, looked at her all the time, until she finished licking the scraps of her fingers, and finally suppressed the sadness that came from nowhere in her heart,

only then slowly knelt on the dry horse grass, from this angle, he could finally look at the pair of pale golden pupils.

"May I have your name?"

At the beginning of the 20th century, in this Italian stables where it is,

the young man with black hair knelt on one knee and asked the girl softly. After a hundred years,

like a lone knight in the story, he finally found his young queen in the wide world.

The girl, with her hands and feet wrapped in cloth strips, her linen clothes worn and worn, her pale gold horsetail tied and her mouth full of biscuits, seems to be very familiar with this sentence. She pursed her lips and answered, "Ling, my name is Ling."

Then, still cautious and careful, she saw this young man who did not know where she came from, dressed like an aristocrat, but kindly gave her delicious food. When she heard this, she didn't know why some of her eyes were red and slightly choked,

"Lingmo, it's a good name,"

but she tried hard to smile at herself:

"Hello, my name is Fang ran."

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