With Ill as the end point, this week's trip has brought Fangran and Ling to a place quite close to the border. The border town in front of them is probably the last stop in Italy.

Starting from the prosperous Milan, we are getting farther and farther away from civilization and prosperity. The towns and villages we pass by seem to have gone back in time. However, perhaps because of its location on the edge, at least in Fangran's view, this town is quite good.

big.

Lira, who paid a few copper coins, arranged the two horses pulling the carriage, put the carriage containing too many future creations into the black box, and Fangran pulled the girl who was silent for some reason and said with a smile:

"Don't be in a daze, let's go, let's go find Ling's parents."

"Um."

The girl looked at him quietly and nodded. It was unknown how many times the two of them walked into a strange town.

About a year ago, a war suddenly broke out on the originally quiet and peaceful Italian border. Although the war did not spread to the country, some fighting was inevitable.

Then it was around that time that the village was overwhelmed by the battlefield, and Ling was separated from her parents near El while fleeing on a winter night.

According to the girl's description, Fangran knew that Ling's mother was Chinese, and Ling's father was purely Italian, and he was also a declining nobleman.

Even among Europeans, light blond hair color and pupils are quite rare. Ling obviously inherited these characteristics from her father. As for the outline of her face, she has the Chinese style of her mother, with the delicacy of a mixed-race child.

appearance.

Therefore, when Fang Ran thought about it, it should be quite easy to find Ling's parents, because Italy, which was not as big as some provinces in China, did not have a large population at this time, and it was locked in a general direction.

Men with light blond hair and Chinese women should be fairly easy to spot.

but...

In the past week or so, no clues about such a person have been found along the way.

What he didn't tell Ling was that not only after every question, he would send Haiji and Mullin to patrol again to prevent them from passing by, but every night after she fell asleep, Fangran would also search for nearby places that she had not been to before.

small town, village,

In other words, starting with Il, he has searched all places in Italy,

There was no trace of Ling's parents.

Including this town...

The figures of Haiji and Mullin slipped into his shadow in a flash. In an instant, their dark eyes disappeared. Fangran blinked and smiled at Ling:

"Let's go, let's go to the church first and ask."

...

....

"I'm sorry, little girl, I have never seen a couple like the one you mentioned, nor have I heard of such a person in the town."

The priest in the small church in front of him shook his head, looked at the young man and girl in front of him very apologetically and replied.

"Yes, thank you."

There was a silent disappointment, and the young girl spoke in a low voice, but politely bowed down to thank the priest.

Even though he didn't understand the conversation in this scene, Fangran still knew the outcome. He touched Ling's head and prepared to cheer her up with a smile.

Then the priest looked at the well-dressed, upper-class young man and girl in front of him. He hesitated to speak, but finally he sighed softly and said:

"This town is not suitable for traveling. The troops have been coming more and more frequently recently. Leave as soon as you finish your work. May the Lord bless you."

After saying that, his old body closed the small wooden door, and it seemed that he did not intend to open it again today.

"Fangran..."

The girl with her head lowered suddenly called Fang Ran's name. Fang Ran held her soft little hand and spoke softly and calmly:

"What's wrong?"

"Why can't I find it...Did Mom and Dad already..."

"Ling."

Before the girl could finish speaking, Fang Ran calmly called her name to interrupt her words.

Then he pulled her body over, squatted in front of her, looked at the girl's sad face biting her lips, and spoke calmly and seriously:

"Before departure, why do you think your parents are still alive?"

"Because... the eldest sister who saved me told me that she didn't see my parents. They must still be..."

"Then they must still be alive."

Fangran looked into her eyes and spoke softly.

"real...?"

"Of course it's true. We just looked for a few places... Italy is so big, maybe your parents are somewhere else."

Ling's big golden eyes were filled with brilliance again. She looked at Fang Ran tentatively and asked in a low voice, and then got the answer that was logical in Fang Ran's tone.

Fangran smiled, then glanced at the church and asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, what did that old man say just now?"

Hearing him ask this, Ling held Fangran's hand tightly, moved closer to him and said uneasily:

"The priest said...the army is coming...let us leave quickly..."

"Ha, that's it. It's okay, Ling. I'm in the army and you get all these things for free. Uh... by the way, since I taught Ling how to shoot a gun last time, you should be able to deal with them yourself.

Already."

Fangran blinked at her and smiled, and then in the middle of the sentence, he remembered that one afternoon, he unbelievingly took out a handful of blue roses to teach Ling and said with shame,

So holding the girl's hand, he strode towards other places in the town where he could inquire about information. His exaggerated voice was like a captain shouting slogans in a stage play:

"Okay! It's two o'clock in the afternoon! Squad leader Fang Ran, attack!"

"Puch..."

"Vice Captain Ling, why are you laughing at this time..."

"Fangran, you looked so stupid just now."

"It hurts my heart when you say that..."

...

Contrary to the figure of the young man pulling the girl, at the other end of the town,

A group of people wearing military uniforms walked in in a queue with weapons in hand. Their uniforms were dusty and messy, their steps were weak and lackluster, and everyone's eyes exuded muddy and obscure fatigue.

Unfortunately, they failed again.

Even though their military strength has been twice that of the Austro-Hungarian Empire for a long time, after so long, they have not penetrated the opponent's defense line at all. They have only advanced dozens of kilometers after paying so much price.

How long will these days last?

The commander of this team was sitting on a motor vehicle with a gloomy expression. The vehicle with its obviously bent tires was bumping up and down. He was holding a saber and looking ahead with a cold face.

On the streets, people shunned one after another. Both men and women retreated to their houses, not daring to face these soldiers.

And this made the commander even more angry!

He and others fought hard on the battlefield, but these stupid people were not even willing to welcome him!

Thinking of such thoughts, the suppressed annoyance turned into a desire to vent, and then...

He saw a female figure left on the roadside.

His eyes suddenly straightened, and his lower body even reacted directly.

It was a woman wearing a long black skirt. The style of the skirt was very classic but also very revealing. Her thin and pale shoulders were directly exposed to the air. From the side angle, you could even see the vague curvature of her chest.

It is completely different from the yellow skin of the peasant women around. The sickly pale skin and the smooth black skirt form a strong contrast. People can most intuitively doubt how smooth and soft it is. In an instant, she was

Dominated by its coquettishness and breathtaking beauty.

But at this moment, she was walking unsteadily on the street, looking a little distracted.

But the commander didn't care about this at all. He just wanted to roughly pull apart her black skirt, and then vent his desires on that pale and charming body!

With a wave of his hand, he called his adjutant, pointed with bright eyes at the figure that had taken away his soul, and lowered his voice...

...

...

This should be a great time.

In the world a hundred years ago, he took a young girl and drove a carriage on his own.

Along the way, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep at night,

Every minute is a joy.

It was night in the border area, and in the hotel where the kerosene lamp was extinguished, the young man hugged the girl who had been running around all day and fell asleep again.

But in fact, behind the happy times, there are often some things that are deeply covered up, covered with a thick layer of cocoon of time, like a fog, which is impossible to detect and know...

The unawakened card once again stirred up the scene. Looking into the eyes, what Fangran saw was that he was standing in a colorless 'familiar' world, and the moment his eyes widened,
To be continued...