Chapter 568: Italian Language Teaching and Invitation to the Noble Ball
Milan, Via Montenapoleone.
The incident that happened a few days ago shocked everyone nearby to learn that on this most luxurious street in Italy,
The 'Victoria', which was only opened for aristocratic ladies, has changed its owner.
It is said that a noble king from the Far East spent a lot of money to buy that store. It became the talk of many people after drinking.
However, in fact, in the store named after the queen of that country's most prosperous era, except for replacing the supervisor, everything continued as usual.
only...
The upper floor of the hall, where luxurious and expensive jewelry and dresses with noble and complicated patterns are sold, was originally a whole-floor room used by the previous owner as a temporary resting place.
It has been completely used as a bedroom by young people and girls.
Although I have a beautiful manor in the suburbs, I only stayed there for two nights before I realized clearly...
Living in such a big place with only two people is really troublesome.
Why do you think it would be more convenient to live in a bustling area like Via Montenapoleone, where you can just go downstairs and walk around in the busiest city center of Milan?
So he only took Sharon and a servant and handed over the manor to the housekeeper to take care of.
This may be the difference between nobles and ordinary people's concepts between villas and apartments.
In the past few days, under the clear blue sky, a girl wearing a black and white gothic skirt was walking through the streets of Milan a hundred years ago.
The leather short boots under the black stockings followed him step by step, and when he walked through the steaming stone street at the sewer entrance,
Fangran had simply decided in his mind to regard the manor and the store as fixed assets.
Although he doesn't care at all how much money he can make.
At this moment, in the room on the top floor of Victoria,
The young man and the girl, who had visited almost all the interesting places around them, were sitting at the classical and elegant desks.
There were various handicrafts and decorations that they bought casually when they saw them. Sharon gave them Darjeeling black tea with a smile.
Don’t forget, this is the world a hundred years ago,
However, although there is no Internet for convenient entertainment, Fangran does not feel bored because he found a new and interesting thing yesterday.
"Seven...it...oh? Qiao?"
Wearing a pure white shirt and a flat suit vest, Fangran looked a little bit like an aristocrat of this era.
He spoke out the pronunciation with difficulty and hesitation, and then looked at the word "ciao" written by Ling on the paper in front of him with a look of confusion like a scumbag.
The girl sitting opposite him with long sleeves and soft white shoulders nodded to him, and then she sorted out her words slightly.
Ling, who was not very clear about the specific meaning of the language, explained with some uncertainty:
"It means hello...it can be used when meeting or seeing each other, but it can only be used with familiar people..."
"Does that mean hello and goodbye..."
As a poor student who started learning Italian without even understanding English, Fangran reluctantly understood that this word has two completely opposite meanings. He felt a little stunned and felt ashamed.
Um... By the way, have I heard this word in any hot-blooded comic...
Yes, this is what Fangran came up with when he was bored in his spare time.
Learn Italian with Ling,
only...
"Fang Ran?"
"Ah, it's okay, it's my turn, right... Well, Ling, just say it this time..."
When the young girl with light blond hair in front of her called her name, Fangran, who was pretending to think, looked at her, then took out his mobile phone that couldn't connect to the Internet and turned on the camera. He suddenly blinked and said:
"Ling, tell me to try Oni-chan once."
click,
REC, ding...
I was slightly stunned. In the past two days on the street, I have become accustomed to the other party taking out a machine and pointing it at me from time to time and saying with a smile, "Eggplant~".
Ling played with the cuffs of her long sleeves and glanced up at Fang Ran, then in a clear and frail voice, she tried to speak cautiously:
"Onii...chan?"
boom!
Looking at Ling with her delicate and fair shoulders exposed in front of her, making people want to hug her tightly, and her delicate and beautiful face in her youth, the moment she said this word to herself with an innocent look on her face...
Fangran felt as if his heart had been shot. Nuojia slipped and fell to the ground, and his whole body froze directly on the chair. He couldn't help but make some kind of terrible crazy sound in his mind.
"Onii-chan...what does this mean?"
There was curiosity in the light golden pupils, and the girl's clear voice rang in her ears,
Looking at Ling who was calling "Oni-chan" to him and asking what he meant, Fangran was stunned and felt steam coming out of his head!
"This, this, this... this word means... well, it's a dialect used to address and greet people. Yes, it can only be used on familiar people..."
The old man's face was slightly red, and he scratched his cheeks and forehead with his fingertips and smiled with cold sweat. He stammered and tried his best to explain, but he didn't turn his head and look away.
At the same time, he picked up the black tea on the table to cover up and tried hard to brainwash himself.
I didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie, didn't lie...
"Onii-chan..."
Ling thought the pronunciation was a bit strange and repeated it. She looked at Fangran with big light golden eyes and repeated it again for confirmation.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough... cough cough!"
He never expected that there would be a day when Ling would call herself 'Oni-chan' in an innocent and crisp voice. Fangran was caught off guard and spit out a sip of black tea.
No...it won't work! Her Majesty the Queen said this word with too much lethality!
However, it feels so good to be able to have Her Lady Queen say such words... Guhehehe~~
"Ahem..."
Finally, he coughed twice quickly to get rid of some crooked thoughts he had. Fangran, who was serious about talking nonsense, hid the embarrassment and heat on his face, looked serious and coughed lightly:
"Okay, okay, that's it for today..."
"Aren't you going to teach me?"
The girl's crisp question instantly made a guy with evil thoughts feel full of guilt.
Are you not going to teach me any other names?
"Next time...next time...next time..."
After thinking of a sentence that seemed to have gone astray, Fangran hurriedly turned away his eyes and sneered awkwardly, but in his mind, Ling of this age unconsciously called him in a simple and clear voice...
"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you, but here are things sent by Mrs. Laila."
But at this moment, a knock on the door interrupted the scene in Fangran's mind. Sharon, wearing a maid's outfit, walked in and handed over an envelope with a seal on wax.
"Didn't I say I won't see anyone?"
He was slightly stunned, and the look of getting along with Ling slowly disappeared from his face.
Fangran looked at the classic European envelope on the table, frowned slightly and said strangely.
I can imagine how many troublesome guys would come to visit me after throwing away so much gold.
Perhaps this is a rare opportunity for others who want to enter the Milan aristocratic circle to expand their network.
But Fangran, who only found it troublesome, turned away all visitors, so until now, no noble and wealthy businessman in Milan has met the legendary prince from the Far East.
After briefly asking Sharon, Ling looked at Fangran with her big light golden eyes and explained:
"Sharon said this is an invitation to a ball... from the most prestigious Marchioness in Milan."
"Prom...?"
Fangran's expression was slightly startled. Looking at the envelope with a seal on the red wax in his hand, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
Then he stood up and walked to the bookshelf, took down a silver letter opener, opened the envelope,
Inside was a gold-edged invitation with floral letters.
"A ball held by European nobles..."
Fangran looked at the invitation in his hand and muttered in a low voice, and suddenly thought of something,
Then he suddenly felt a tugging, and subconsciously turned around and lowered his head. What he saw was the girl who had come behind him, tugging at the corner of his clothes.
Like a child looking at an adult who is about to go out, the delicate and delicate Ling raised her delicate face and looked at Fangran with her big light golden eyes.
"Are you going to the dance?"
Fangran scratched his head with the invitation letter in his hand, and he smiled and nodded without knowing how to explain it to her:
"Well, there are some reasons, so I plan to go there..."
"Sharon, help me prepare the carriage for tonight. No, forget it. I'll go by myself."