[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Antonio said he had nothing to say about the fact that after sleeping for a long, long time after the injury, the first person he saw when he woke up was Joey's brother.

The literal kind.

In the early morning of midsummer, the melodious call of the chrysanthemum warbler is accompanied by the rustling of fine leaves.There is a lot of life outside the window, which makes the room quiet like a vacuum.

Antonio, as the wounded, naturally ignored the responsibility of breaking the silence.So, the awkward silence lasted for nearly a minute.

In the end, Alfonso was the first to speak with a sullen face.

"...Why did you save me?"

He was trained at an early age to deal with assassins' life-threatening threats, and thus was able to recover from a daze of fear faster than his sister when an emergency came.

Joey may not remember, but he knows very well—if it wasn't for Antonio, he would have been unable to escape the second shot.

So, why did this man save himself?

This is a very suspicious signal.

Alfonso became the crown prince at birth. The royal family collapsed when he was ten years old and he was forced to go into exile overseas. He didn't return to Spain until he was 15 years old.

In his short 16 years of life, countless people approached him wearing various masks.

He has seen too many flattering and envious eyes, the eager eyes of those people looking at him are like looking at a pile of golden treasures; To his future, all were lashed and mocked mercilessly.

Except for the few people closest to him, no one approached him without purpose.

First of all, he is not a person, but a symbol—once represented royal power, money, and power, and later represented a bereaved dog at the end of the collapse.

If the person in front of him knew his identity... Alfonso's eyes turned cold.

"what do you want?"

Hearing his words, Antonio showed an indescribable expression.

"...I'm just saving Joey."

Alfonso was not fooled by him: "Then you can obviously just save her."

But he dragged his wounded self behind the desk.

Antonio:"……"

Such a boring conversation is not worth wasting his life for.

So, he said unceremoniously: "How old are you this year?"

"..." Alfonso was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened, and he refused to answer.

That contemptuous tone made him feel that he was underestimated.What does this have to do with age?

Antonio had a panoramic view of his tiny expression, and then said lightly: "You are still a child."

Alfonso frowned immediately.

bold!He felt insulted.

He's almost 16!Coming of age soon!

However, before he could speak, Antonio continued blankly: "I don't need a reason to save you."

"After all," his eyebrows rose with a hint of sarcasm, "this is Catalonia, kid."

……

"Welcome to the land of France, madam."

"Thank you."

Joey's French is not very fluent, but in this era, the status of French in the world is about the same as that of English more than 100 years later-so for the neighbors south of the Pyrenees, it is not necessary to know French at all. Not unusual.

The voyage from the port of Barcelona to the port of Marseille was not long, and she was lucky enough to see the most sunny and mild Mediterranean Sea.

However, Paris is located in the northwest of France. After disembarking from the port of Marseille on the east coast, it takes more than a day to take a train there.

"Wow! Miss, look at the train!" Ada flushed with excitement.

In fact, Joy was just as excited as she was—it was the first time for both of them to see a steam train.

A tall red iron train was parked at the bustling railway station, and the red, white and blue national flag hung on one side of the locomotive, blackened by the smoke of burning coal.

The railway line from Marseilles to Paris has only just opened, but it is already being enthusiastically sought after.

Middle-aged men smoking pipes, women wearing bonnets, children yelling and laughing and running around, and train attendants who specialize in carrying luggage for wealthy passengers all began to get on the train bustlingly.

Joey doesn't have much.She walked in a hurry without carrying any bulky things.

Strictly speaking, this is still a business trip for her.

She just brought enough checks, because the banking system all over Europe is very developed now, as long as she brings a thin check, she can exchange enough francs at the Barings Bank on the Champs Elysees.

"Miss, please show your ticket——compartment 3, No. 6, you are welcome to ride."

In the middle of the first-class carriage is a magnificent sofa and bar for guests to socialize and relax.There's even a gaming table in shiny bronze covered in emerald velvet.

The floor was covered with a thick dark red carpet, and golden velvet tapestries were hung outside the wooden compartments. There were lilac lavender bouquets inserted by the windows in the compartments, and a few fine buds fell on the window sills. Casts smoky shadows in the sun.

"Woooooo-"

The whistle of the train echoed the whistle of the ship in the port, and the train moved slowly.

The air is fresh and humid, and the Mediterranean Sea in the distance is as blue as a piece of melted turpentine, and the calls of seagulls can be heard from time to time.

Joey sat by the window, watching the train slowly pull out of town.

This piece of terrain is relatively high, the train is driving on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the busy city, you can see the light blue and bright yellow domes, the bridges are high and low across the blue ribbon-like river, the snow-white The marble church is hidden in a large lemon grove, and flocks of birds fly around the bell tower.

The scenery in front of him was extremely open, and Joey gradually became more cheerful.

After all, isn't he just a man?

Although it is indeed a bit sad, the world is so big, and there is not only one person.

There are still many, many beautiful things, and many, many unknowns.

A new world that has never been set before, here she comes.

"How many louis do you bet on?" There was a faint voice of talking and laughing.

Even if you are sitting in the compartment, you can still hear the crisp and tinkling sound of Louis d'Or sprinkled on the gaming table in the center of the carriage.

A few others were chatting loudly.It seems that there are a few passengers who are both knowledgeable and really want to show their knowledge. You talk to each other, from the dome of St. Peter's Basilica, to the roses in Genoa, to the pyramids south of Gibraltar and Vienna. The Danube, repeatedly praised the gift of God.

Joey thought about it and decided to join in the fun.Even if you don't speak, it's good to listen to the first-hand information.

This is an express train from Marseilles to Paris, and it is a first-class carriage. The people on the train are either rich or expensive. Maybe there is someone among them who has connections who can play a role in the application for the upcoming World Expo. .

Correct your mentality, she is here on a business trip, and she must be in a working state.

However, she never expected that when she saw the gaming table covered with a green carpet, she would be stunned in surprise——

There was a pile of louis d'or in a corner of the gaming table, and a manuscript; and four people sat on the four sides of the gaming table...

Playing mahjong cracklingly.

O Dionysus, god of wine.

What kind of weird black humor is this.

Joey laughed enough in his heart, said nothing, and quietly walked aside to watch the battle.

It seemed that the fight was intense.

"Impossible! I won't lose, I won't lose..."

Facing her was a middle-aged man with a beard and a wrinkled coat that seemed to have never been ironed.His face was flushed red, there were even fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was muttering and touching the cards. It seemed that the situation was not good.

Joey silently lit a candle for him in his heart—this bearded uncle seemed to be the type who was addicted to food.For a game like mahjong that requires both luck and calculation, it is difficult to win if the mentality collapses.

And beside him, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy propped his chin, his round and big eyes narrowed into a smirk, and shone with a sly light: "Why, don't you want to eat?"

Bored, he picked up a card in the center of the table, and tapped it twice on the gaming table: "Sir, you need to be quicker—the Chinese play mahjong very fast, and those cards will be played like golden wings. Chirping like a bird. You are too slow!"*

"Don't rush, you bad boy!" The bearded uncle wiped his sweat, "I knew you had bad intentions——that's the novel manuscript I've saved for three months! Look at me at such an age, My hair is almost falling out like the Mediterranean Sea, so I wrote such a copy."

The young man grinned and showed his canine teeth triumphantly: "Spirit of contract, sir, I draw your attention! You have already made it a bet, and you are willing to accept the bet!"

Good guy.Joey probably understood that this bearded uncle was probably a novelist, and for some reason, he was limped by this bad-bellied young man, and he even used his own manuscript as a bet.

Sympathy arises spontaneously.

"I...I don't want it." The bearded uncle resentfully put down his hand.

"Really?" The Huya boy tilted his head to look at him.

"No!" The bearded uncle had a look of lovelessness.

"What a pity—" the Huya boy looked regretful, and then suddenly pushed his own card like a conjurer: "I'm with you! Mr. Verne, don't break your promise!"

Verne: "???"

Joey: "!!!"

Only then did she come to her senses, and quickly looked at the manuscript—the handwriting was very illegible, but she could still make out a few short words—"Mysterious Island."

Joey didn't catch his breath.

"Pierre?" A lady in a dark purple silk dress appeared at the edge of the corridor at this moment, and when she saw the young man, she showed an angry expression of "you are indeed here": "Pierre! Are you here again?" If you don't study hard, you only know how to play!"

"All work and no play, smart Jack will also become stupid." Pierre made a grimace, reached out and quickly took out the copy of "Mysterious Island".

The lady looked like she was about to faint with rage. "Oh God, why did I have such a bad son like you... I need smelling salts..."

The passengers next to her were so frightened that they all went to help her, and repeatedly comforted her: "Baoness, don't be angry, boys of this age will inevitably be irritating."

Oh, it's a baroness.Joey silently wrote it down in his heart.

I don't know which family it is, whether it is famous or influential.

Pierre curled his lips: "Mother, I told you a long time ago, in fact, you should also exercise more. It will be very good for your body."

The baroness let out a long sigh like sobbing: "Look, he said these uneducated words all day long, and he has no respect for women at all!"

"Pierre? How can you talk back to your mother like that." The baron also came out of the corridor.

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a black dress is meticulous, and his shoulder-length curly hair exudes a romantic temperament. He is personable and personable, making people feel that he is definitely the most typical type of traditional Frenchman.

"Oh, with all due respect, you should really take good care of your youngest son," said the bearded Verne very bluntly, obviously very familiar with this noble man.

"Otherwise, I dare say you will regret it sooner or later, Baron de Coubertin."

The author has something to say: Olympic exclusive surprise!A century and a half ago, the little Coubertin sent a congratulatory message, congratulating me on winning the hardware in a second!rush!

(It's too hot today, so if I'm not careful...it's a bit late orz)

*Homage to Agatha's Roger Mystery.Grandma has written mahjong several times in the book!

Thank you for my account, and the little angel's landmine is missing again. Come on for the college entrance examination review!