The Magician of Clow

Chapter 1113 Awakening from a Travel Dream
Although it is the autumn season, there will still be one or two small performances from time to time.

Even if you know you can’t understand it, and you can’t appreciate the charm of this kind of performance, but watching people watch opera in a theater 100 years ago,
Fangran was more interested than watching the opera itself.

Holding the obedient and well-behaved girl on his lap, sitting on the 'vip seat' facing the stage, Fangran looked at the actors and actresses on the stage,

Very 'pretentious' speaking Italian which he did not understand, lowered his head and asked quietly:
"Ling, what are they talking about?"

"Well, that man is begging the priest."

The words from her ears made Ling feel a little itchy, she leaned against him and rubbed against him, and then pointed to the people on the stage to explain to him.

Let Fangran, who had performed three sections from the beginning to the present, and had a silly and sweet face the whole time, finally realized,
It turned out to be Romeo and Juliet.

I always feel like something happened somewhere
Then Fangran, who had a rough idea of ​​the plot, couldn't help but start to shamelessly 'spoiler'.

"Ling, believe it or not, I can predict the next plot, the priest will give Juliet a drug to fake death, and then she will be blah blah blah blah (spoiler in progress)."

The performance came to an end, the opera ended with a poignant love story, and the two families shook hands for an untold number of times.

"Hey! Really! It's amazing! It's really the same as what you said, Fangran."

Seeing that the follow-up was exactly as Fangran said, Ling looked at him with bright eyes,
"It's okay, it's okay, it's generally good,"

Fangran hid the Verona travel guide into the black box, and successfully pretended to be aggressive in front of Her Majesty the Queen, with a low-key complacent face, and then asked with a chuckle:
"By the way, does Ling think operas are good?"

"Um"

After prolonging the immature timbre, the young girl seemed to be thinking, and answered with a clear and direct voice:
"It's better to watch the movie."

"Hahaha, I knew it."

"Fangran, where are we going next?"

After laughing, Fangran scratched his head helplessly and sighed after hearing her expectant question:

"Originally there was a well-known scenic spot to see, but unfortunately, we came too early, and it will not appear until more than ten years later."

"More than ten years later? What is it, what is it?"

Tilting her head in surprise, curiosity about the future flashed in her light golden eyes, Ling gently shook Fangran's hand and asked,

Fangran looked at him with a mysterious smile:
"Ling, it's in the opera you just watched."

That's right, the most famous thing in Verona a hundred years later is not the amphitheater, not the many churches, not the ruins of ancient Rome,
Rather, this is the hometown of Romeo and Juliet.

A small building on Capello Road in the city center, just near Vanilla Square, has a balcony where Juliet is, and there is a rumor that touching the right breast of her bronze statue will give you love. I don’t know where this rumor came from.

Millions of people go there every year just to witness the place where the love in the story happens.

Although including the balcony, it was around the 30s, the government bought it and built it later,

It can be regarded as one of the most successful cases of connecting fantasy and reality.

But what does it matter?

The story of Romeo and Juliet has been passed down for centuries, and whether it is true or not is no longer so important. Love is still the religion of Verona.

It's still called the City of Love
Tired of the streets, getting into the narrow alleys between the red brick roofs, walking here in the history, you can still feel a sense of yellow history,
Inadvertently looking up, I saw a balcony full of colorful flowers.

And at the moment when the eyes open up,

Seeing the beautiful scenery of the blue sky on the Adige River, the wind blowing through the water and hair, the river here reflects the ancient city walls of the Middle Ages.

"Fangran, Fangran, this place is so beautiful!"

But for Fangran, at this moment, the girl's long light blonde hair was swaying with her skirt, and her short cowhide boots were on tiptoe, leaning on the railing to lean out and feel happy with everything in front of her.
It is the most beautiful scenery in this era, so he can't help but freeze it as a souvenir.

"Ling, do you like waterside?"

"Yes, I like it."

"Then did you know that Venice is all the way to the east from here? The whole city is on the water, and the transportation to go out depends on boats."

"real!?"

"Of course it's true. When we find your parents, we'll go there to play together."

"Then Fangran, we have an appointment!"

In fact, in the era of war, when a few gangsters with malicious intentions fell silently in the alley, and when there were not many tourists flocking,

During the journey, wandering around various places in this newly passed city,

On this day, many people have seen,
A black-haired foreign youth led a beautiful little girl with long light blond hair and a delicate skirt, and they walked through the streets holding hands.
So what is the end of the day?

I remember it was on top of one of the towers in St Peter's Castle
Overlooking the beautiful sunset of Verona, the entire city is almost covered with red brick roofs, smudged with golden glow, and the river runs through the city, creating a beautiful picture.

Looking at the girl who dozed off while resting on her own after wandering around for an afternoon, the young man still didn't wake her up in the end.
Just conjured up a blanket and gently covered her body,
Warm smile on Verona sunset background.
This beautiful moment of the scene really made people understand the meaning of the line written by Shakespeare.

——Outside of Verona, there is no other world.
Not falling asleep, Ling looked at the young man in front of her and looked at herself who was asleep, leaning against his arms on the top of the castle tower, not wanting to wake up.

I don't want to
I don't want it
I already know that I can't find my parents, so let's just go on like this, okay?
Just stop in this city and live forever.

Or travel in the other direction,
Go straight to Venice, then take a boat to Crolia
Just like this, the two of them kept on traveling, exploring the forest when they encountered it, stopping to fish when they encountered a stream, and happily spent every day in the carriage,
Thinking about what the next town will be like, and what kind of scenery will be encountered next time,
So full of expectations, and after passing through many cities like Verona,
Never go to that border town that is doomed to be destroyed.
For a moment, the sound of bubbles filled my ears,

In the tightly closed and dark space, all the instruments that were only slowly turning on and off the faint light seemed to be activated, and all kinds of lights lit up!
Like the precise steps that have been set long ago,

The step-by-step scheduled log is strictly implemented mechanically, without anyone's manipulation,
In the cylindrical dormant cabin in the center of the room, the bluish liquid began to slowly descend!
The long light golden hair is soaked and stuck to the slender white shoulders, and the white dress is also attached to the body. She is obviously a delicate girl like a doll, but she has the aura of an adult in her dissipated temperament.

From traveling in a horse-drawn carriage on the plains of Italy, to the sunny city of Verona 100 years ago,
Turning into the cold scene of the dormant cabin in front of you, it seems that people have a strong sense of drop.

My mind is dealing with the chaos of switching between the two, bearing the traces of dreams that have just woken up,
After a while, she opened her eyes.

A pair of light golden pupils, the eyes of the queen's aura,
Then the moment she opened her eyes, Il's mechanical female voice sounded in the room:

"Master, you are awake."

　There are still 5 chapters left in Debt Reduction [-]. Madele is exhausted. I have no words at the end of the writing. Let’s fix it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)