Chapter 563 Milan, the capital of art a hundred years ago
It feels like on a night that is not warm,
The petite figure struggled in the hay at night. "Home" could not provide her with warmth, and neither could hay.
Even the fruits in the fireplace were eaten. She curled up, resisting the pain and the urge to cry, urging herself to go to sleep early, because she would have to get up early to work on the ranch tomorrow...
The repetitive and tiring work every day made her shoulders and wrists injured by the officer from the tavern more than a month ago not only not healed, but also become more serious.
Fangran saw her huddled in the collapsed ruins like a little animal that was about to freeze to death.
No one cares, no one cares,
Only herself.
In the dream, I need to think about how to spend the coming winter.
My eyes widened unacceptably, and the moment I stretched out my hand and took a step,
The world buzzed, and the scene in front of me suddenly disappeared.
It seems like it will never happen again.
I opened my eyes hazily, listening to the noisy whistle of the steam train, and then the scenery outside the window changed from the wheat fields and plains speeding along the way to the slowly entering station.
Fang Ran was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be a dream.
The card is still shining slightly on a certain page, but it has not yet fully awakened.
Shaking his head, he shook off the bitter feeling he had just seen.
Fangran looked at the girl who was sleeping on his lap. She was sleeping quietly like a little princess, with a peaceful sleeping face under her light golden hair.
The black Gothic skirt with white lace, the long sleeves with only exposed shoulders spread out on the train seat, the slender legs wearing black stockings were bent and crossed together, and she was also wearing a pair of cowhide short boots.
Fangran bought the best seat on the steam train, with enough space and soft cushions for the girl to lie down on like a bed.
Yawning slightly, Fangran looked at the destination he had arrived at, picked up a strand of Ling's hair and kept brushing her ears.
"Hey, hey, little lazy cat, wake up, hey, we're here!"
"Um...."
With a vague groan, the angel lying on Fangran's lap slowly opened his light golden eyes, but the half-opened eyes were still half-asleep and half-awake, and he seemed to shrink down on Fangran's lap.
Plan to sleep for a while longer.
"Hurry up... get up... get up..."
Fangran sighed helplessly, lengthened his urging voice, and slowly helped up the sleeping Ling.
She took out a small comb from somewhere and tidied her hair that had been messed up by her sleep. The light golden hair was in a mess, and a lot of soft hair was rolled up.
Staying in bed is not a good habit, Ling, you can't learn from me... Ahem, pretend I didn't say...
Silently looking at the little yawning girl with her long sleeves covering her mouth, she was sitting on the seat like an exquisite doll wearing a gothic skirt.
But Fang Ran, who was sitting behind her and combing her hair, silently cursed in her heart,
Really, Ling, how could you have the nerve to do this when you were a child? You used to despise me and stay in bed every time...
"Okay, okay, go wash your face quickly, there should be a bathroom over there..."
"Um."
Finally, Fang Ran, who was wearing an old-style vest and suit, pushed the girl to the washbasin in the bathroom. Looking at the girl who was obediently gargling her mouth and face, she suddenly felt a little mixed and sighed helplessly.
Damn...this life is going wrong, right? I'm obviously still a single person who can't get enough love.
Why do I suddenly have the illusion that I am a father...(sigh)
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Even a hundred years ago, the city was prosperous.
In his own time, Fangran remembered that it was known as one of the famous international metropolises and one of the eight metropolitan areas in the world.
The most developed city in Italy and one of the four major economic centers in Europe, the world capital of fashion and design and the most influential city in the fashion industry,
As a transportation hub, it has a long history. The former capital of the Western Roman Empire and the capital of the Kingdom of Lombardy are its nicknames. Fashion, art, painting, opera, football, tourism, and all kinds of Italian romance are praised to the extreme in this city.
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Its opera, its football team, its fashion week, which is considered a "barometer" of fashion design and consumption in the world,
Everything makes up this city where all kinds of upper class people, rich and nobles gather,
——Milan.
But having said that, Fangran only knows what is written in these books, which are full of what sounds like all kinds of high-consumption and high-end fashionable things.
He never thought that he would come to this city, and he felt that it was not suitable for him.
Compared to herself, Fangran always felt that Ye Sheng, Hua Ling, and Su Xing were more suitable here.
But looking at Milan a hundred years ago, the overall color was light-colored, and the flashy and towering buildings were located in the most prosperous upper-class areas.
In addition, there are three- and four-story buildings located continuously in various blocks, and the crisscrossing complex streets extend into the distance with no end at a glance.
Most of the people walking on the street are decent people dressed in simple but clean clothes. Occasionally, you can see men in suits and ladies with complicated skirts. They hold canes and feathered fans.
The streets are clean and tidy, and the iron bars of the drainage outlets are faintly steaming white on the street. All kinds of high-end carriages come and go on the road. On both sides of the road are expensive shops hanging with various floral plaques.
In this era, the atmosphere of a prosperous metropolis is coming!
Watching this scene unfold in front of me, the level of prosperity is simply incomparable to that of Delirzhen before.
Fangran felt slightly shocked from the bottom of his heart, and the girl beside him grabbed his sleeve nervously.
Fangran looked at the girl who had a rare expression on her face and smiled at her to indicate not to worry. Looking at his smile, Ling exhaled softly.
In front of the station in Milan, pedestrians passing by couldn't help but look at these two figures. Whether it was the young man's special temperament or the girl's admirable dress, they were both extremely eye-catching.
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Ling stood next to Fangran, looking up at the young man wearing a black vest and suit and carrying a suitcase and asked.
"Find a place to live first,"
Wearing leather gloves on his hands, he took out his top hat, pressed the brim of his hat with a slightly mysterious smile and said:
"Then I have to ask you, Ling, to help me negotiate the price later."
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In 1916, Italy was still in the age of kingdoms.
In other words, there were nobles at this time.
Starting from knights, barons, viscounts, counts, marquises, dukes, and princes all the way to King Vittorio Emanuele III, the Italian upper class in this era was composed of these nobles.
They have large tracts of land, abundant wealth, and a life so extravagant that ordinary people can hardly imagine it. Even though the wars in this era have been raging,
On that plain, their army had fought a total of nine wars with the soldiers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but they had not achieved any significant results.
However, it did not affect at all the fact that in this city, the nobles of the upper echelons of the kingdom lived a luxurious life, squeezing and enjoying every ounce of hard work and sweat from the people at the bottom.
Just like this manor in the suburbs of Milan, with the most convenient access to the center of Milan.
The grapes began to mature on the vines, the red wine filled with wooden barrels was hidden underground, there were several luxurious carriages, and a large number of servants from gardeners who pruned the gardens to maids who cleaned the gardens.
This manor, which makes its owner proud from every angle, belongs to a certain hereditary viscount in the Kingdom of Italy.
At this moment, in the beautiful white bungalow building in the manor, in the reception room that is only used to welcome distinguished guests, the Viscount is welcoming two special guests today.
At this moment, in the room where the master was resting, Viscount Barofi looked at the things on the table in front of him and confirmed to his butler for the third time:
"Are you sure it was really the two people who came here who asked you to bring this up? Is this true?"
Next to him was the old butler who could not hide his shock. He bowed slightly and replied:
"Yes, my master, I have confirmed it. This is true."
"He asked you to give me this thing just so that I could meet them!?"
Listening to his loyal old butler answering him so surely, Viscount Barofi still felt ridiculous and asked incredulously, his tone was like pie in the sky.
"Yes, that gentleman indeed told me that."
His brows were furrowed tightly and then slowly relaxed. Finally, looking at the object placed on a white handkerchief in front of him, Viscount Barofey made up his mind and said:
"It seems I have to go see him."
"Yes, the gentleman who was so generous as to present such a thing just for the 'letter of introduction' for the meeting is worthy of your visit. In order not to appear rude, I have already invited them to the living room.
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"You did very well."
Looking at the old butler who was bowing to explain, Viscount Barofey, who had a mustache and curled hair and was already in his forties but still looked tall, stood up.
He praised the old butler of Jujue, and then strode towards the living room.
But just after taking a few steps, he turned to his old housekeeper worriedly and warned:
"Oh, by the way, put this thing in my treasure house."
"Please rest assured, my master."
The figure wearing a black butler costume bowed respectfully and spoke, then carefully picked up the object on the white handkerchief and carefully put it away.
It’s no wonder that both Viscount Barofey and the old housekeeper are so cautious, because the ‘letter of introduction’ that allows two unknown strangers to be received so seriously by a noble viscount in this era,
It is an item that can buy many things that ordinary people cannot imagine, it can instantly change the living standard of a family, and it can support the high expenses of a noble lady in the upper class for a long time...