"Still haven't asked?"

"Um...."

In an unknown town, on the streets of the early 20th century town built with bricks and tiles, in front of the church that sheltered the refugees, the young man looked at the quiet and lost girl on her face, asked softly, and watched her nod gently.

Then he gently took her hand and smiled warmly:

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the next town. I'll definitely be able to find out about Ling's parents at the next place."

"Um."

Walking through the bluestone streets and alleys, the two figures walked toward the exit of the town, and started traveling to the next city again under the sun...

...

...

Where have they all gone?

There is no longer a nightmare of killing that man in a small room in the capital, and the uneasiness and anxiety of rushing out of the campus, which symbolizes a stable daily life, have also disappeared.

Maybe it’s because the figure he’s following is only one step away from him, or maybe the young girl is already in his arms,

The sound of carriage wheels turning in the dream, the only pictures left in the dream are the ranch tavern in Er, the laughter holding the grass under the windmill, the sunshine in the forest, the fish swimming in the river, and walking together holding hands

Milan...

Where have they all gone?

Without taking the steam train again, I left Milan that night and followed the direction of Il, passing through small towns and villages.

No need to worry about money, no need to worry about meeting bad people, no need to worry about time and direction, in an unknown country, you can do whatever you want, and go wherever you want.

How about it, it sounds great, doesn’t it?

The beautiful and free journey, all the scenery and memories along the way make people hope that this journey will not end.

A girl wearing a Gothic skirt is traveling in a carriage in the pastoral wilderness of the early 20th century, passing through forests and crossing streams. The memory of the journey under the bright sunshine is so safe and perfect that it is incredible.

So it's okay,

It doesn't matter where you are now...

The light that penetrated the partition curtain opened my eyes in a daze. In the farm carriage that was exchanged for the noble carriage in the manor that was not suitable for long-distance travel, dry wooden boards were spread on the Simmons mattress, and I slept surprisingly well.

Laptops, tablets, game consoles, snack bags, messy data cables and many used-up power banks were all scattered on the mattress.

Fangran raised his upper body staggeringly, yawned without any appearance, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the sunshine that was probably already morning, and lazily pulled away another rolled up blanket beside him.

,

It revealed the petite girl who was huddled inside and hadn't woken up. Her light blond hair was disheveled, her delicate and quiet sleeping face was breathing lightly, her body was slightly curled up like a young wild cat, and her thin nightgown was messed up.

She was disheveled, revealing her fair thighs and a large area of ​​snow-white girlish skin under her shoulders...

Then Fangran turned a blind eye and sighed helplessly. Compared to Ling, who could still sleep in, she didn't know what to say.

As for why he, who is usually so timid when facing women even remotely intimate, is so calm now...

"..."

Please see the responses from all the normal young people here who are over 20 years old. Please, if you see a girl in her early teens, would you have any strange thoughts?

Okay, okay, I understand (perfunctory expression),

For those who answered in the affirmative, please leave your name and phone number here so that I can call the police station to report you later.

In short...for this reason, even if he lives close to each other every day and takes care of Ling's daily life, Fangran is not as timid as he usually is when facing Ling...

Instead, I developed a mysterious old father's mentality...

The idiot who has never been in love at the age of 20 often laments that he is really old.

"Ling, Ling! Don't sleep anymore. You're going to be basking in the sun. We're going to the next town soon. Get up quickly."

Activating the skill [Old Father Calls the Bed], Fangran urged the lazy cat who was still lying in bed to get up quickly.

Um... The name of this skill is obviously correct, but why does it sound weird...

Ling, who instinctively opened her eyes when she heard his voice, also got up in a daze. The shoulder straps of her nightgown completely slipped off her thin and white shoulders this time, and then she fell drowsily into Fangran's arms.

.

"Well... I'll... get up... right now..."

Then you should get up!

Seeing the disheveled Ling lying in his arms and planning to take a nap, Fangran sighed helplessly and decided that if she didn't go to bed early tonight, she wouldn't be allowed to touch the steering wheel again.

Then he reached out and found the black stockings from the pile of clothes that the girl had taken off, straightened her body and put them on her little by little. Although it sounded very perverted, he was really a helper in bed these days.

Ling, who couldn't afford it, was already very familiar with dressing up.

Ling leaned in his arms without paying any attention, her disheveled hair lazily rubbed against Fangran's shirt and she was yawning, letting his hand holding the stockings slide across her slender calves to the depths of her thighs.

"Okay, okay, go wash your face and brush your teeth quickly."

After putting on her old-fashioned cowhide short boots and tidying up her messy nightgown, Fangran took the towel and toothbrush and pushed Ling out of the carriage, got a basin of water, and looked at the dull hair on the top of her head that had not yet emerged from sleep.

The combed girl brushed her teeth in a dazed manner and sighed.

Alas, I am getting old...

...

....

The outline of the town was already in front of him. Fang Ran, who was driving the carriage slowly, was sipping a cup of cappuccino out of boredom. Ling, who had already put on her skirt, was sitting in front of him, watching the song "Hundred Years" played on her tablet computer.

Become Sakura Magic Card".

Then Fangran suddenly felt Ling moving in his arms and looking at him. As soon as he lowered his head, he heard the girl's puzzled voice:

"Fangran, why does the person named Taoya always look at the person named Xuetu? Aren't they all men?"

"puff!!"

Then he squirted out.

(ー△ー;) Can I say I don’t know?

Speaking of which, why is Her Majesty the Queen so keenly aware of these things at such a young age? When I was a child, I didn’t notice anything other than ‘f*ck, this card is so awesome’...

"Well... I guess they have a better relationship..."

In the end, Fangran could only answer in a cold sweat, and Ling said "oh" obediently and turned off the tablet in her hand.

It has been almost a week since they left Milan. During this period, the traveling carriage passed through countless small towns and villages, accompanying the girl who wanted to find her parents. Fangran held her hand and did not know where to start.

I have opened so many house doors and walked through so many streets and alleys in towns.

The expected route is to follow another route ending in Ire to the border, and then return to Ire along the most likely place to find those who were separated during the war.

After spending this period of time together, Fangran discovered that Ling, who was only in her early teens, had an incredible learning ability in using things from the future.

Some things are even more familiar than myself (cross out)...ahem, I'm almost catching up with myself.

"Speaking of which, Ling, are we really on our way without driving? If you are worried about attracting attention, I can..."

"Fangran, you idiot!"

"Hey! No...why..."

The girl sitting in front of Fangran, using him as a backrest, didn't give Fangran a chance to finish his sentence, and directly threw out a dissatisfied sentence, leaving a certain fool confused.

"Fangran, I'm so bored. How about we answer each other's questions?"

Then after a while, he put down the tablet computer that had interested him so much these days, raised his head and looked at Fangran, blinked and asked,

With this action, Lao Fangran's old face turned red as he poked him, and he subconsciously bit the straw in agreement.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Then I'll go first, um..."

Ling swung her leather boots against his chest, thinking about her curious question, and then turned to look at him with blinking eyes:

"Fangran, will you get married in a hundred years?"

"puff!!!!"

Cappuccino: "..."

"Cough! Cough cough cough...why...why do you ask this suddenly...?"

Fangran, who was panicked and confused, almost choked to death and asked in a panic. Huaililing blinked her big eyes and looked at him, then turned back and murmured thoughtfully:

"It looks like it's not yet..."

Hey! Listen carefully!

?(&`Д′;)?You guessed the answer directly before I even answered it!

Guessing the answer from Fangran's simple and easy-to-understand reaction, Ling turned her head and looked at him seriously and said:
To be continued...