[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

From southeast to northwest, trains were whining through the green valleys between the Massif Central and the Alps.

Nearby are patches of lush vineyards, with ungrown ruby ​​grapes hanging on the neat vine racks, as if inlaid with a layer of English lace.

The Rhone River is like a wide ribbon of iris blue, which always accompanies the train on the left side, while the continuous snow-capped mountains on the right side present a sweet texture like creamy ice cream under the sun.

The beautiful scenery is already dizzying, but at this moment Joey has completely ignored the scenery outside the window.

It has been verified that the grumpy bearded man in front of him is Jules Verne, known as the "Father of Science Fiction".

Dreams come true, Joey loved to watch "Mysterious Island" in the trilogy when he was a child-especially the part where several people farmed and built infrastructure on the island.

Dear Mr. Verne, can you sign her name?

But Joey never expected that he would soon hear the compelling surname "Courbertin".

She was about to be knocked out.Is this France at the end of the 19th century?

You can meet two historical figures in one train.Can she look forward to meeting Eiffel at the Paris train station?

However, this Baron Coubertin...

Wait, she's a little unsure.

Could it really be this aristocratic man with an artistic air?

I always feel that he doesn't seem like someone who would advocate sports.

Besides, she flashed back, the first modern Olympics were held in 1896.She was very impressed with this year because she had heard that Athens was fiercely fighting for the right to host the 1996 Centennial Olympic Games, but in the end it was the final decision—the Olympic Games that year were hosted by the American city of Atlanta.

Calculated in this way, by the time the Olympic Games are held, the baron will be at least 70 or [-] years old.Do you still have the energy to be the chairman of the Olympic Committee?

While Joy was meditating, Verne was still complaining angrily: "I signed a contract with the publishing house before, and I have to write two novels a year, but last year I ran out of ideas, so I wrote one and a half novels... What do you take?" Take my manuscript, I'm going to jump off a building!"

My God, does a famous writer like Verne have such troubles?Everyone cast a sympathetic look.

Hearing Verne's complaint, Baron Coubertin showed a rather helpless expression: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Verne, even I can't control him."

He knew too well the personality of his slovenly old friend, and of course he knew his son's virtues even more.

He didn't need to ask what happened just now, he knew it must be his youngest son with excess energy who was playing tricks.Not to mention, the brat must have somehow found out that Verne was carrying the manuscript he had just finished, and then he had a bad idea.

After all, he is his own son, and he knows all the tricks—it is nothing more than seducing Verne, who loves to play and has bad hands, to play mahjong. As soon as it was hot, the manuscript was put into the stakes.

Mr. Baron coughed lightly, and his tone became more severe: "Pierre, return the manuscript to Mr. Verne."

Pierre put the manuscript into his coat pocket, and said unconvinced: "You usually teach me to do what you say, to have a sense of rules and contracts. This manuscript is obviously proposed by Mr. Verne himself as a bet. Yes, he lost to me, and it's mine! No one can take it back from me, not even God!"

The baron's face became very exciting.

Do what you say, this is indeed the criterion he has always used to educate his children.But in the current situation, he can't say that Mr. Verne is not responsible for his words, right?

...although he knows all too well how unreliable this old friend is in life.

Pierre looked at the adults vigilantly, as if anyone who dared to snatch it would fight them desperately.

Verne was anxious and ashamed, his face under the gray beard turned into a liver color.

Madame Coubertin was sighing and sobbing repeatedly.

Baron Coubertin was embarrassed.

The surrounding passengers lowered their voices—look, even the baron is helpless in the face of children's education!

During the stalemate, a brisk and joyful voice came from the side: "Little Mr. Coubertin, you are really good at playing mahjong! I think you have never met an opponent before?"

Everyone looked over in surprise—it was a slender girl in a light vine-purple dress, a brimmed bonnet of the same color with a shiny ribbon on it, and a pair of smiling eyes under long curled eyelashes.

Her French is not very standard, with a charming Spanish accent-oh, an exotic beauty from the south.

It was almost the first time Pierre heard such a straightforward compliment, especially from such a beautiful young lady.

The young man's sense of vanity was instantly satisfied. He raised his chin and nodded, but also humbly said, "It's a bit exaggerated for you to say that. I've met you so many times."

Joey chuckled softly in his heart, and put on a more admiring expression on his face: "It's incredible! You are so young, you must have a bright future in the future!"

"Oh, my dear lady, please stop praising him—" Baron Coubertin had a headache, she didn't know how evil this guy was.

Joey smiled at him politely: "Mr. Baron, your son is really amazing. Look how old he is!"

She turned to Pierre again and blinked: "I don't know if I have the honor to play a game with you?"

"Of course it's no problem!" Pierre waved his hand, but immediately heard the girl's next words: "—I also like Mr. Verne's novels very much. So, can you use the manuscript as a bet?"

Verne was taken aback, and looked at the girl with some doubts—could she know him?Otherwise why are you so kind?

Baron Coubertin also figured out something was wrong.

Pierre was keenly aware of the expressions of the adults around him.

He rolled his eyes and smiled complacently: "Beautiful lady, such a little trick can't fool me—I know, you just want to get the manuscript back. But I won it with great difficulty. Why should I take the risk?"

Joey's purpose was exposed in a blink of an eye, but he still smiled: "Let me just say, Mr. Coubertin is really smart. Such a smart boy, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to beat me?"

"I'm not fooled by you." Pierre chuckled, "I think playing mahjong with a girl is too troublesome—you will cry if you lose, as a gentleman, how can I do such a bad thing matter."

"Oh—" Joey was thoughtful, "I'm not an ordinary girl."

She said mysteriously: "Tell you, I know magic and can predict the future——I predicted that you would lose to me."

The adults around heard more and more something was wrong.

More than a century has passed since the Enlightenment Movement. It is impossible that the wind of democracy and science has not blown over the Pyrenees, right?

No, I heard that Barcelona is very active in developing industries, and the speed of tram laying even exceeds that of Paris.

But... can this nagging girl really rescue the novel manuscript in the hands of the naughty boy?

Pierre couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you show us a magic trick, Miss Magician?"

Although I know it's just a lie, but this lady is really interesting.

Joey knew that the fish had successfully bit the hook.She nodded: "Okay. Then, otherwise, I will predict the content of this manuscript."

She closed her eyes in a serious manner, and then quickly recited "Quiet Night Thoughts" - she couldn't think of anything else for a while, and it could be regarded as a mysterious spell from the East.

Verne's beard was almost up to the sky.

What the hell is this little girl trying to sell?

"Okay." Joey opened his eyes and smiled confidently: "The protagonist of this book is an American."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at Mr. Novelist—his suddenly rounded eyes said everything.

Pierre waved his hand: "That doesn't count! This is too broad, and I can also say that there is more than one protagonist in this book!"

Just like Mr. Verne's usual hobby.

Joey thought for a while and nodded: "There is indeed more than one person. There are five protagonists in this book."

Verne stood up all of a sudden.He looked at Joey in shock, and asked in disbelief, "What else?"

Joey thought about what Verne's question meant, but was not sure: "...and a dog?"

Verne laughed out loud and waved his hands: "That's not what I meant! Miss, what else did you see?"

"Hmm..." Joey thought about what was not a spoiler, "They escaped to an island—that's how the book got its name. The rest of the story is about how they survived on this island." come down."

She blinked mischievously: "I shouldn't say more, otherwise the novel won't be read."

"God," Verne shook his head in disbelief, "I knew it. People always say that I am a staunch supporter of science, but in fact I have never been particularly interested in science. In the universe, there must be something beyond science." Mysterious power!"

"Wait," Joey said quickly, "Uh, sir, my so-called 'magic' is actually based on science—it's still in the experimental stage, so I can't announce it."

Facing everyone's doubtful eyes, she bit the bullet and said: "...This is called Atomic Wave Speed ​​Reading."

It's a pity that in this era, people have not yet proposed the concept of quantum.

"...How do I know that you were not in collusion in advance?" Pierre was dubious.

Joey couldn't help laughing: "I can swear to God, this is the first time I saw Mr. Verne. Why, are you scared now?"

Pierre immediately straightened his back: "What are you talking about! I am French! The French are fearless."

So, Joey smiled and stretched out his hand towards the gaming table and said, "So, Mr. Coubertin, please?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for the cute little mine, who went ashore in one fell swoop for the postgraduate entrance examination!The kind little angel will surely come true!

Also thank you Jiuxian for being so spicy~ so many nutrient solutions!