The Magician of Clow

Chapter 638 Italy a year ago
As if in a dream, at the moment of waking up, there was a "boom" in my mind, leaving the battlefield on the Arctic ice sheet,

In a stable at an unknown location, Fangran woke up from a coma with his eyes wide open, looking at the thin girl who hadn't grown up in front of her, holding a pitchfork with her wrists a little tight, nervously guarded. Looking at him, a stranger who suddenly appeared.

Old linen clothes stained with dry horse grass,

The language I don't understand is probably a question like 'who are you',

But just the fact that she appeared in front of him again made Fangran feel that there was still heat in his eye sockets.

Whether it's the rare hair color or the same color pupils, even if the mixed-race appearance has not yet grown up, Fangran only instinctively remembered the corresponding name in an instant.
Ling.
A sense of unreal absurdity washed over his mind, causing his throat to choke and he said to her in a trembling voice:
"you"

Seeing his movements, the girl took a step back vigilantly. The pitchfork was still aimed at Fangran, but when she heard Fangran's voice, she was taken aback suddenly.
Then she rummaged through her memory to find the language she thought she would never use again, her expression was unexpected but she didn't relax, and she spoke slightly jerky and not fluently:
"Are you from the Far East?"

Far East?

His mind was still blank, and it was the first time he heard such a title in jerky Chinese. Seeing her vigilant look, Fangran stopped in place when he stretched out his hand.

At the moment when his thinking slowly became clear, he finally woke up from the hazy consciousness that he had been in for an unknown period of time, and began to sort out all kinds of unknown unknowns that rushed to his face at this moment.

The moment the line of sight saw the edge of the field of vision, the pupils shrank suddenly,
For a moment, everything seemed to have the answer,

Just slightly weird.

Dazed and stunned for a few seconds, Fangran finally accepted the status quo, the fact that he is not on the ice sheet in the extreme north of the world,
Then he stood up, looked outside,
It's dawn.

Seeing him standing up, the horse next to him also stood up, snorting intimately beside him,

Only then did he notice the badly damaged jet-black coat on his body, and the badge pinned to the collar that was inlaid with precious stones and shone with golden light.
This made the girl's already weak face even paler, and the pitchfork she was pointing at was now held in front of her. She pursed her lips and remained silent.
After touching the horse beside him, Fangran actually looked at the girl in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But after a long time, Fangran still took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, to calm down the tension that might have been brought to his body by the previous battle against Zero Knight,

Maybe it was the frenzied frenzy after being shot down by that light and shadow,

Or maybe it's the guilt and unwillingness to be hugged by the figure in front of him but can't do anything.

"can"

He spoke tentatively, with caution and uneasiness for fear of scaring her, Fangran looked at the girl in front of him with cloth strips wrapped around her hands and holding a pitchfork, and said softly:
"Tell me where this is?"

Pursing her lips, looking at his face, she seemed to be digesting and understanding the meaning of his words. After a while, the girl was silent for a while and replied:
"El."

Il
Fangran didn't know the name of the place at all. Fangran looked at the 'Ling' who he didn't know. He didn't continue to point the pitchfork at him from just now, but he felt a sense of awe and caution.

Looking at the few lines of words without any information at the edge of his field of vision, recalling the girl's name for himself "Far Easterner" who spoke Chinese, Fangran subconsciously asked:
"U.K?"

The pronunciation of only two words does not seem to be complicated. She looks only 12 years old but is far more mature than her young appearance. There is no redundant expression. She lowers her head and no longer looks directly at Fangran.
It seems that because of the language that has not been used for a long time and is not particularly familiar, the pronunciation is slightly strange and he pursed his lips and said:
"Italy."

I was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Ling had indeed spoken Italian a few times before,
Indeed, speaking of Ling's hometown, it should be Yi.
and many more!

The girl in front of her was clearly not the figure she knew, plus the sunlight outside was not at night, and the unexpected but reasonable answer from Italy,
It made Fangran suddenly realize a certain key problem. He looked at the black and white gothic dress that he didn't remember,

The girl, who was dressed in shabby or even ragged rough linen, and whose arms and legs were even wrapped with strips of cloth that might have been picked up, asked a little dullly:
"What year is it now?"

It seemed to be quite a difficult question. I tied my light golden and dry hair with a rope made of horse straw. After understanding the meaning of Fangran's words,
Little by little, he found the pronunciation corresponding to those numbers, and replied slowly and with difficulty:
"1916"

Then after she finished saying this, she saw the young man in front of her, who was dressed in a decent and luxurious dress that she couldn't imagine, suddenly froze in place in astonishment,
There was nothing but disbelief on his face.

1916
The moment Fangran heard the answer, Fangran almost thought he was hallucinating. He stood there in a daze, caught in this sudden inconceivable beyond common sense.

[-]
That self is now more than 100 years ago! ?
Wait, in [-], it wasn't
The intensification of the three pairs of contradictions in Europe, sparked by the Sarajevo incident
Fangran's eyes widened in shock, the historical knowledge from the period of excellent grades reminded him of the meaning of this era,

World War I! ?

I remember Italy defected from the Allies and joined the Entente to declare war on Austria-Hungary
The few remaining memories slowly emerged in my mind. Seeing Fangran standing there sluggishly, holding a pitchfork, the young version of 'Ling' pursed her lips.
Then she raised her head and looked at Fangran with her big light golden eyes, and organized a sentence that was more complicated for her bit by bit:

"Can I leave now?"

The clear and youthful voice pulled Fangran back from the shock in an instant. Hearing the girl's words that contained the meaning of 'request', he opened his mouth in a daze.
But looking at the crude clothes on her body and the badge on her collar, she seemed to understand something.

It was just a feeling of hot eye sockets suddenly hitting him.

The Ling I knew was wearing a beautiful black and white Gothic skirt, with an exquisite and almost unreal mixed-race face, always aloof and dismissive of everything,
A queen who would never say such a tone.

But the one in front of me is someone who might have difficulty surviving, and when she sees how she is dressed, she cautiously asks her if she can leave,
A little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

He didn't expect it to be like this, he didn't expect Ling to be like this before, and he didn't expect Ling to live such a life before.

Speaking of which, I don't know Ling at all.

Seeing Fangran staring at herself again, the girl slightly clenched the pitchfork in her hand, and then she wanted to turn around and leave.

"and many more!"

Fangran's voice startled her, even though her small face was still calm, but her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her.

Subconsciously called out to stop the girl, a strong feeling urged Fangran, making him urgently feel that he should do something,
But he was equally anxious and flustered.

Instinctively groping around himself, wanting to take out something, but he even forgot that he threw the wallet Yelena gave him into the black box,

Fangran only took out a pack of compressed biscuits.

"That. This is for you!"

He tore open the package anxiously, like a passer-by who was afraid of scaring away the kitten by the wall, Fangran walked slowly to her, handed it to her and said carefully:
"Can you tell me something else?"

The moment he saw the biscuit in Fangran's hand, his big light golden eyes slightly opened wide, and he couldn't help swallowing hard at the throat, and glanced at him quickly,
Then he stretched out his hesitant hand that might be retracted at any time, the moment he touched the compressed biscuit and took it into his hand,
She took a big bite, and it seemed to her that this dry biscuit was a delicacy, she couldn't even feel the dryness, and she almost ate it up quickly.

The unprecedented satiety even made her eyes light up slightly.

Knowing that the taste was definitely not good, Fangran just kept looking at her, until she finished eating and licked the crumbs on her fingers, and finally suppressed the sadness that came from nowhere in her heart.
Only then slowly knelt down on one knee on the dry horse grass, he could finally look at those light golden pupils from this angle.

"Can you tell me your name?"

At the beginning of the twentieth century, in this stable somewhere in Italy,
The black-haired young man knelt on one knee and the girl asked softly, spanning a hundred years,

Like the lonely knight in the story, he finally found his young queen in the vast world.

A girl with cloth strips wrapped around her hands and feet, a ragged and old linen dress, and a light golden ponytail with biscuit crumbs left at the corners of her mouth,
This sentence seems to be very familiar, as if someone used this sentence to practice Chinese with her before, she pursed her lips and answered silently:
"Ling, my name is Ling."

Then, still cautious, she saw this young man who came from nowhere, dressed like a nobleman but kindly gave her delicious food,
When I heard myself say that, I don’t know why some eyes were red and slightly choked up,

"Ling, what a good name,"

But he tried his best to smile happily at himself:

"Hi, my name is Fangran."

　Ahhh, why did I finish writing after twelve o'clock again!Alas, today I clearly rejected the civil servants' study, and only went to do the final work, because the Lord of the Mysteries is so good-looking (covering my face), it seems that I can only study after these two days. [ps, I strongly appeal to collect materials from the beginning of the [-]th century. For example, I have searched for a lot of materials, but I can’t find them. If you know anything, you can send them to me in the group~ As long as it is from that era, you can do anything about it 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)