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As if it were a dream, the moment I woke up from the dream, my mind broke away from the battlefield on the Arctic ice sheet with a ‘boom’.

In a stable at an unknown location, Fang Ran, who had recovered from a coma, opened his eyes suddenly, watching the thin girl who hadn’t grown up in front of her, holding a pitchfork with her wrists a little weak, nervously alert. Looking at the stranger who suddenly appeared.

Dilapidated linen clothes, stained with dry horse grass,

The language that you don’t understand is probably a question like "Who are you?"

But just when she appeared in front of her eyes again, Fang Ran felt that there was still heat in her eyes.

Whether it’s the rare hair color or the pupils of the same color, even if the outline of the mixed-race face hasn’t grown up yet, Fang Ran’s instinct only reminds of the opposite name for an instant.

Ling...

An unreal sense of absurdity washed through his mind, making his throat choked and trembling to speak to her:

"you..."

Seeing his actions, the girl took a step back vigilantly, her pitchfork was still aimed at Fang Ran, but after hearing Fang Ran’s voice, she was taken aback.

Then she looked in her memory to find out the kind of language she thought she would never use anymore, her expression was unexpected but not relaxed, slightly jerky and not very fluent:

"Are you... from the Far East...?"

Far East?

She was still blank in her mind. This was the first time she heard such a term in jerky Chinese. Seeing her vigilant and alert, Fang Ran stopped in place when she stretched out her hand.

At the moment when he thought slowly and clearly, he finally awakened from the hazy consciousness that had been in a coma for an unknown period of time, and began to sort out all the dazed unknowns that were coming to him at this moment.

The moment I saw the edge of the field of vision, my pupils suddenly shrank,

In an instant, everything seemed to have an answer,

It's just slightly incredible.

After a few seconds, Fang Ran finally accepted the fact that he is not on the ice sheet in the far north of the world.

Then he stood up and looked outside,

It's dawn.

Seeing him stand up, the horse next to him also stood up, sniffing closely beside him,

Only then did he notice his badly damaged dark coat, and the badge on his collar that was actually inlaid with gems and shone with gold.

This made the girl’s already weak face even more pale, the pitchfork she was pointing at turned into a hold in front of her, she pursed her lips, and remained silent.

After touching the horse next to her, Fang Ran actually looked at the girl in a daze, not knowing what to say for a while.

But for a long time, Fang Ran took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, calming down perhaps the tightness of the body caused by the previous battles and battles, or the desperate madness after falling by that light and shadow. fanaticism,

Or maybe... the guilty unwillingness to be held by this figure in front of me but can't do anything.

"can..."

Tentatively speaking, with caution and anxiety for fear of frightening her, Fang Ran looked at the girl who was holding a pitchfork with her hands wrapped around her hands and spoke softly:

"Tell me where this is?"

She pursed her lips and looked at his face, as if she was digesting and understanding the meaning of what he said. After a while, the girl was silent and replied:

"Ill."

Il...

Fang Ran looked at the name of the place he didn't know at all. He didn't continue to point at him with a pitchfork, but he was awed and cautious.

Looking at the few lines without any information at the edge of the field of vision, and recalling the girl's name for her "Far Easterner" who spoke Chinese, Fang Ran subconsciously asked:

"United Kingdom?"

The pronunciation of only two words does not seem to be complicated. She looks only twelve years old but she is far more mature than her younger appearance. There is no redundant expression. He lowers his head and no longer looks directly.

It seems that because I have not used it for a long time and are not particularly familiar with the language, the pronunciation is a little strange and pursed his lips.

"Italy."

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that Ling had indeed spoken Italian several times.

Indeed, speaking of Ling's hometown, it should be the meaning...

and many more!

The girl in front of me is obviously not the figure I know, plus the sun outside at night, and Italy’s unexpected but reasonable answer.

Fang Ran suddenly realized a certain key issue. He looked at the black and white gothic dress in front of him without memory. He was wearing shabby or even ragged rough linen. His arms and legs were even wrapped around those that might have been picked up. The girl with the banner asked a little sluggishly:

"What year is it now?"

It seems to be quite a difficult question. I tie my light blond and dry and shaggy hair with a rope made of horse straw. After understanding the meaning of Fang Ran’s words, I find the pronunciation of those numbers bit by bit. , Replied slowly and difficultly:

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

Then after saying these words, she saw the decent and luxurious young man she couldn't imagine in front of her, and she was stunned.

There was nothing but incredible on his face.

1916...

At the moment he heard this answer, Fang Ran almost thought that he had an illusion, and he was stunned, falling into this unexpectedly unthinkable beyond common sense.

1916...

Then I am now more than a hundred years ago! ?

Wait, in 1916, it wasn't...

The three pairs of conflicts in Europe have intensified, and the Sarajevo incident was the fuse

Fang Ran's eyes widened in shock. The historical knowledge from a period of excellent performance reminded him of the significance of this era.

World War I! ?

I remember that Italy betrayed from the Allied Powers and joined the Allied Powers to declare war on the Austro-Hungarian Empire...

...

The few remaining memories in my mind slowly surfaced, watching Fang Ran standing sluggishly on the spot, holding a pitchfork young version of'Ling' and pursing her lips, then raised her head and looked at Fang with big light golden eyes. Of course, little by little to organize a more complicated sentence for her:

"I... now can... can I leave...?"

The crisp and young voice pulled Fang Ran back from shock for an instant. He opened his mouth and was a little startled when he heard the girl’s words that contained ‘request’.

But looking at her crude clothes, and then at the badge on her collar, she seemed to understand something.

It was just a sensation of hot eyes that hit him suddenly.

The Ling that I knew was a queen who wore a beautiful black and white gothic skirt with a delicate, almost unreal mixed-race face. She was always aloof and dismissed anything and would never say such a tone.

But what is in front of me is a person who may be very difficult to survive. Seeing her dress, she cautiously asks if she can leave.

The 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, nor did he expect Ling to live such a life.

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

Seeing Fang Ran staring at herself again, the girl slightly squeezed the pitchfork in her hand, and then she wanted to turn around and leave here.

"and many more!"

Fang Ran's voice shocked her, even though her face was still calm but her shoulders trembling slightly betrayed her.

Subconsciously speaking, he stopped the girl, and a strong feeling urged Fang Ran to make him feel urgently about what he should do, but he was also anxious and panicked.

I instinctively fumbled around myself, trying to get something out, but I even forgot that the wallet Yelena gave him was thrown into the black box by him.

Fang Ran only found out a pack of compressed biscuits.

"Um... this is for you!"

Anxiously tore open the package, like a passerby who was afraid to scare away the kitten by the wall, Fang Ran slowed down and walked to her, and handed it to her, opening carefully:

"Can... tell me something else?"

The moment he saw the cookies in Fang Ran's hand ~www.NovelMTL.com~, his big light golden eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help swallowing hard in his throat, and took a quick look at him.

Then he stretched out his hesitant hand that could retract at any time, and at the moment when he touched the compressed biscuits and took them into his hand, he bit down in a big bite, to her as if the dry biscuits were some kind of delicacy, even dry. I couldn't feel it, she was eaten almost quickly,

The unprecedented feeling of fullness even made her eyes gleam slightly.

Fang Ran, who knew that the taste was absolutely unpalatable, kept looking at her like that, waiting until she finished eating and licking the crumbs from her fingers, and finally suppressed the sadness that came from nowhere in her heart.

He slowly knelt on one knee on the dry horse grass, and at this angle he could finally stare at the pale golden pupils.

"Can you tell me your name?"

In the early twentieth century, in this stable in Italy,

The black-haired young man knelt on one knee and asked the girl softly, spanning a hundred years,

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

The girl with her hands and feet wrapped in cloth strips, worn linen clothes on her body, and a light golden ponytail with cookie crumbs left on her mouth, seems very familiar with this sentence, as if someone used this sentence and As she practiced Chinese, she pursed her lips and replied:

"Ling, my name is Ling."

Then she was still cautious, seeing this young man who didn't know where it came from, dressed like a nobleman but kindly gave herself delicious food, when she heard her say that, she didn't know why some of her eyes were red and slightly choked. ,

"Ling, what a good name,"

But he smiled happily at himself **** his face:

"Hello, my name is Fang Ran."