Chapter 583 The Time of Two People (Part 1)

The sky is very blue, very blue, very blue, and the sky is very high, very high.

One or two small clouds that had escaped by themselves were floating leisurely. The crisp autumn air and wind looked up from the ground, like a blue tower leading to the highest point in the sky.

In the wheat field wilderness, there are rutted country roads on the square field slopes. It is a scene that makes people want to hum songs. Looking around, you can see far, far away.

Streams and bridges flow, and the countless branches of the Po River nourish agriculture on this large plain. Farmers rise and fall in the wheat fields, and tall horses pulling carriages stop in the crystal clear water to snort and drink.

On the roof of the carport covered with soft wool blankets, young men and girls are holding fishing rods and enjoying the sun.

It’s an unknown morning in Italy, and the sun is bright and cheerful.

The woolen blanket, whose workmanship was unknown at all, was smooth and soft that Ling had never experienced before. Her slender legs wearing black stockings swayed under the pure white pleated lace skirt. She lay on it and supported her cheeks with her hands. head,

Fangran, who was already lying down and basking in the sun, told himself that this way he could fully absorb ultraviolet rays and make photosynthesis easier like a sunflower, and asked:

"Fangran, can you really catch fish like this?"

But to be honest, the girl always felt that compared to Sunflower, the young man in front of her looked lazy.

It's more like dried fish that farmers pickle and dry to prevent it from spoiling.

"Don't worry...that's...an automatic fishing rod from future technology~~"

With a beautiful girl pillow on his pillow and Coca-Cola, potato chips, and chocolates thrown beside him, Fangran lay flat on his back and replied without opening his eyes. His voice was drawn out due to his laziness.

After that rainy night, it seems that girls are not the only ones who use their more relaxed and authentic selves when getting along.

And a certain slime (laughs).

“The fish will automatically take the bait~~”

Fang Ran replied completely off track that it was actually his first time fishing. Ling glanced suspiciously at the two metal fishing rods with complex designs that were inserted next to them. Although she felt something was wrong, she still chose to believe Fang Ran. ,

Because in the past two days, whether they can see the 'board' that looks like someone is acting inside, or the small 'cylinder' that can be carried around with a soft white light when pressed, in the carriage that has become their mobile residence,

Fangran took out all kinds of magical items that Ling could not imagine. She was amazed at how convenient they were and at the same time she was deeply interested in them.

"Is the technology of the future so powerful? Fangran, what you told me yesterday about your era is really so magical. You can see people far away without going out. When you go out, you just sit...well... .car!?"

A crisp voice sounded softly and excitedly. Ling thought for a while before remembering the pronunciation of 'car'. Her light golden pupils flashed with light. Her black and white gorgeous Gothic skirt spread out on the blanket, and she wore black stockings that made people laugh. He raised his little feet, which he really wanted to hold in his hands, and lay next to Fangran, looking at his side face and asking curiously.

"Um...yes~~"

Then the voice that responded to her was still the voice of a useless person in the late stages of laziness and cancer in a young man.

The girl pursed her lips unhappily, then grabbed him with both hands and shook him gently:

"Get up, Fangran, get up quickly, don't act like an old man."

"Ah~ no need...it's not time to rush yet..."

Fangran had a Buddha-like smile on his face and let Ling, who didn't know how to use a power bank, shake him no matter how much he did, without any intention of making any plans.

In the end, Ling pursed her lips and sat up. Although there was nothing on her delicate little face, her big eyes staring at him were obviously unhappy at the slacker in front of her.

Then Fangran, who was lazily basking in the sun, suddenly felt his body sink, and a slender and soft body rushed up.

Maybe it was because he didn't have enough nutrition before, but now the growing girl's body is lying on his body, and there is a soft touch of the girl close to him on his chest, and a nice fragrance floats into his nose.

The light blond hair hanging down feels itchy somewhere...

The moment Fang Ran opened his eyes in shock, he was shocked to find that the person he was looking at was Ling's delicate face in front of his face.

"Fangran, are you up?"

The light golden pupils have never been so close for a moment. At a distance of less than twenty centimeters, which is supposed to be a special relationship, Fangran can feel the shallow breathing of the girl in front of him.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

Then a certain 'lazy creature' couldn't sit still anymore and sat up in a panic!

He was confused for a moment, then sighed with twitching eyebrows.

"well...."

Although he was happy to see that the girl was no longer polite and quiet, Fangran, who also felt a headache, sighed sadly and taught, while passing under her knees and using a princess hug to lift her aside like a doll and put her down.

"I say Ling, girls can't just jump on others. As a lady, be elegant! Be elegant!"

In fact, it was all to cover up his old blush.

“Will cars really be everywhere in a hundred years?”

Not listening to Fang Ran's nagging words like a verbose old father, Ling sat next to him and curiously asked the question she wanted to know most.

"Basically yes, because in our time everyone took a car when going out. A hundred years later, cars are no longer used only for military warfare."

Clearing his throat, trying to divert his embarrassment from feeling the soft touch of the girl's body just now, Fangran replied seriously,

Unknowingly, Ling had mastered the easiest way to deal with him.

It seems that any woman can easily grasp Fangran's weaknesses, which is a sad fact.

"What an incredible world..."

Listening to Fangran's affirmative answer, imagining that kind of world, Ling murmured slightly in ecstasy. Her look made Fangran smile slightly and spread his hands:

"If you want to put it that way, Ling and your era are quite incredible to me."

"Why, shouldn't this be past history to you?"

Ling listened to Fangran's words with some confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

"It's just because of the past that I find it incredible..."

He subconsciously touched her head. In fact, Fangran had long wanted to rub Ling's light golden fluffy hair, but due to the Queen's lusty power and aura, she didn't have the guts to do so.

"At this time, whether it is Einstein, Marie Curie, Tesla, or Roosevelt, Churchill or even Hitler, the people written in my history textbook are still alive."

"Are they all powerful?"

Listening to Fangran naming names one after another, Ling frowned and realized that she had never heard of any of them.

"Yes, they are all powerful, even the last one, otherwise they would not be written into history and be known and remembered by the vast majority of people."

Fangran scratched his head and said, to be honest, when he thought that those historical celebrities he had only seen in books were still alive and kicking in some corner of the world, he was no less incredible than Ling.

"But I still think cars are more powerful."

"(；￣д￣)Um...Yeah..."

I always feel...I kind of understand why the Queen is a technologist...

"Ah... speaking of it..."

When the topic of cars came up, Fang Ran suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment, and then he remembered and said with a slight shame:

"In order to calm down those Italian aristocrats, I drove there to the dance the night before yesterday..."

It’s just that I forgot about it after it was blown up...

By the way, that Ferrari also used a lot of my magic power (sweat...)

"Well!!!"

Upon hearing this, Ling immediately opened her eyes in disbelief. She paused in her words as if to say, 'Why don't you take me with you?' She sat upright and looked at Fangran.

But soon, Ling remembered that night, when the light hit her, she hugged her young man suddenly, raised her head in the rainy night with blood at the corner of her mouth, shook her head gently and asked again with worried eyes:

"Fangran, doesn't your injury hurt anymore?"

His expression was stunned, and seeing the worry melting away in the girl's eyes, Fangran pretended to be embarrassed and laughed:

"That's okay. It's been cured long ago."

"Liar, you were obviously vomiting blood at that time."

Ling looked at him in disbelief, shook her head and said.

"Ah... that..."

As if he only remembered this after being told by the girl, Fangran's face showed a slight hint of embarrassment, and he scratched his cheek with his fingertips and said quietly:

"That's actually because I bit my tongue..."

Fangran coughed twice quickly and straightened up. Fangran showed off to Ling with a beaming look on his face:

"Ahem...Anyway, you saw how strong I was that night. It was only a matter of snapping my fingers to stop the rain. How could I be hurt by those scumbags who were no more than C-level at best?" arrive."

"real?"

Thinking about the unparalleled sense of security she got from the young man that night, Ling believed it a little. She looked at him and whispered, and rubbed her hair. Fangran smiled at her and nodded vigorously:

"Yeah, really."