[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

If it hadn't been for Antonio's grasping hand, Joey felt that he might have fallen into the sea in fright.

...he knows?

When did you know?

After knowing it, you still pretend to be okay? !

The moment of great embarrassment made Joey react subconsciously to protect himself.

"I, I need smelling salts..." She rose weakly and slid down the railing weakly.

Antonio reached out his hand to stop her downward trend, and lowered his head to her ear.

If you don't look closely, he looks like a thoughtful gentleman.But his tone was slightly joking: "Your Highness, you and I both know that you never need that kind of thing."

Joey: "..."

Since when did Antonio actually grow crooked under her nose?

How much she missed the boy who was immediately grasped by her when she first met on St. George's Day.

Sure enough, distance creates beauty.

She opened her eyes angrily, and grabbed the railing herself.

Pretending to be dizzy won't work, so I have to accept my fate.

"...If you do this again, I will jump into the sea."

At the most impulsive moment, Joey really thought about jumping in.

Antonio blinked, "Can you swim?"

"Uh..." Joey choked.

She can't swim.Neither will the original owner, who was born and raised in the inland city of Madrid.

Antonio sneered lightly, which was very clear in the sound of the waves.

"It's okay, I can swim." He said slowly, "You jump, I can jump too."

"When I'm in the sea, I'll wait a little longer—I'll hold you up after you've drank a bellyful of water and passed out without the strength to struggle."

Rescue him after fainting?Isn't that...

Joey couldn't control his thoughts, and his face burned with a bang.

No, don't be led by his rhythm!

It will only run more and more crooked.

Back to the topic.

What's the big deal if you lose your horse?

Just talking nicely, how decent is this look?

It's so easy to misunderstand.

She stretched her arms vigorously to avoid the shadow of the sunlight falling through Antonio's body.keep distance.

"...Wait a minute, so you know everything?" Joey tried to sound as imposing as possible.

momentum!You are now Her Royal Highness Princess of Spain.

"I'm not a fool." Antonio seemed to feel her resistance, and sure enough, he didn't approach any further, leaving her a little space.

"Then what do you want to say?"

Because I don't know what to say, I turn the other person into talking.Perfect.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you what you want to say?" Antonio raised his eyebrows slightly.

Joey saw himself in his teasing pale blue eyes, and the Mediterranean beyond.

The pounding heartbeat overwhelmed the sound of waves.

calm down.

Don't be fooled by appearances.

Antonio, like his works, is too beautiful to be true, but it is made of cold stone.

Isn't the historical fact enough to prove it?Stones are not warm.

"Well, I didn't mean it." Joey muttered, "You also know that in the previous situation, it was dangerous to reveal your identity..."

She suddenly thought of something, and her voice lowered with guilt: "Of course I'm very grateful to you for saving my brother, did he say anything? I'll write to him..."

"...Thank you for saving your brother?" Antonio's voice suddenly sank a little.

He stared at Joey for a moment, and his blue eyes seemed to have cooled down.

Joey felt a "thump" in his heart.what does he mean?

Could it be that as a Catalan, he still has a grudge against the royal family of Madrid...

Before she could figure it out, Antonio's facial features suddenly magnified in front of her eyes.

An ambiguous sense of oppression suddenly approached, with shadows enveloping her.

Joey closed his eyes subconsciously and waved his hands, saying in a panic: "Don't touch me! Who allowed you to move like this?"

The sense of oppression that was approaching suddenly disappeared.

When Joey opened his eyes again with a beating heart, Antonio had already taken a step back.

He leaned on the silver railing with one hand, expressionless.The drooping thick eyelashes covered his eyes, preventing her from seeing his expression clearly.

A wave smashed against the side of the ship, and a burst of fine mist immediately fell on them.

The moment he was shrouded in white water mist, the salty sea water drifted into his eyes, and Joey suddenly felt his eyes a little sore.

Too much, this man.

A faint trace of grievance quietly emerged from his heart.

You already have your building.

If you don't love, don't provoke, understand?

There is nothing crueler than gaining hope and losing it.

Water mist wets Antonio's white shirt, and the translucent thin material sticks to his chest, slightly undulating with the vaguely outlined muscles.

There was a sudden silence on the deck.

Only the endless waves were left in Joey's ears.

"Meow……?"

A meow came from overhead.

Joey froze for a moment and looked up.Ziyawu sat by the highest porthole, staring at them curiously with his head tilted and his eyes wide open.

The legend that black cats are magical animals seems to have some truth.

At least Ziyawu's meow seemed to have suddenly unraveled some curse that froze time.

Antonio breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with his hair—the chestnut brown hair was twisted into locks and locks because of the water mist, and there were shiny drops of water hanging at the end.

He turned around and took two steps, and opened his arms to the cat on the porthole: "Purple tooth crow?"

Joey: "..."

Do you think it is a sugar glider that can fly?Fly to your hand with a single cry?

Ziyawu heard this call, raised his tail and arched his back, and looked around vigilantly.

Then, under Joey's jaw-dropping gaze, he leaped lightly, and really jumped into Antonio's arms.

The black cat quickly adjusted its posture, then grabbed his shoulder, arched its nose and gave Joey a "meow".

Joey: "..." Now she feels more and more that this cat is unacceptable.

Spineless guy!

"Your Highness, why are you like a cat?" Antonio turned his head back, and he had already recovered the indifferent and relaxed expression, "but Ziyawu is much easier to raise than you."

Joey raised a question mark.She looks like a cat?

You are like a cat.

Antonio looked at the stern again, and said calmly: "Although there are railings, you still have to be careful. You really fell into the sea. When I rescue you, you must have drunk a water polo."

"You don't have to worry about that." Joey replied angrily.

Antonio gave a low laugh, turned around and walked towards the hatch with the cat in his arms.

The moment he held the handle, he turned his head, "By the way, do you still like the gift I gave you earlier?"

"Ah?" Joey was stunned by this inexplicable question: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"...It's nothing." Antonio shook his head lightly, turned around and walked away with the cat in his arms.

Once in the living room, Mary and Ada are there.

Mary still maintained the posture just now, like a statue reading a book.The sandwich has been eaten, and the glass of milk next to it is still full, and it seems that he has not taken a sip.

Ada raised her head and glanced at Antonio quickly, then lowered her head and coughed lightly: "Mary, finish the milk."

"...Oh." Mary replied wearily.

After Antonio went out through the other door, Ada immediately lowered her voice and approached Mary: "What's going on?"

Mary stared at the cup of milky white milk and curled her lips, "Probably because the academic communication was not very successful."

"Ah!" A flash of lightning flashed in Ada's mind, and she suddenly understood.

Oh, what a pity.

"It's okay, I'm going to Barcelona soon." She comforted herself, "Anything is possible."

……

"Hang on, honey, we're going to Barcelona soon. Everything will be fine!"

Under the scorching sun, a farmer was carrying a heavy sack and helped his wife to rest on the roadside stones.

The dry heat that lasted throughout the summer scorched the fields and forests on all sides, and the entire hills showed a dying brown and withered yellow.

The brilliant clear sky was dazzling, and the surrounding emptiness and silence made people feel panicked, only the listless cicadas could be heard from afar.

If someone passed by at this time, they would definitely be surprised to see the expression on the face of this middle-aged woman who was panting.

Her hair was disheveled and withered, her eye sockets were sunken, her face was blue and gray, wrinkled like dehydrated leather, and her gray lips were covered with chapped skin.

"When we get there, we'll be saved. You must persevere, okay?" The man picked up the kettle with trembling hands and poured water into his wife's mouth.

At this moment, she was like a leaking pot, no matter how much water was poured into it, not a single drop would remain.He could only watch in despair as she quickly shriveled up in just a few days, like a living mummy.

After the plague broke out in the countryside near Zaragoza, they fled all the way, and finally saw the light at the end of the escape road.

But Felisa fell ill at this time.

It's that deadly disease.

It is the most terrible plague-it spreads silently, then bursts out suddenly, and in just a few days, corpses are everywhere.

People died so fast that they didn't have time to bury their bodies, not to mention healthy people didn't dare to touch those rickety bodies that were contaminated by evil forces and died.

Flocks of crows feasted in the fetid canals and villages, and only the vultures could scare them into flight, when they flew black and covered the sky like the worst curse.

Wherever the plague went, it was like hell.

The divine command of Carlos came down - God's will would only punish the heretics and those who are ungodly.Anyone who is sick is a sinner.

In order to survive, they can only escape.

Under the double threat of plague and gunpoint, the fleeing team was reduced from dozens of people at the beginning to a dozen people, and only the two of them were left in the end.

"Honey, did you see it? That's Barcelona!" The man patted his wife's skinny shoulder.

The tops of Barcelona's urban complex can already be vaguely seen from the rolling hills in the distance.

"Look at those beautiful roofs, that tall bell tower! There are also stretches of woods. People in big cities are different. I heard that they water the street trees! There will also be very good doctors there. It will definitely heal you."

The peasant woman gasped for breath, narrowed her eyes and looked at the place her husband pointed at.

Her vision was blurred, and she could no longer see clearly what the shaking ghosts in the distance were.But since her husband said so, she imagined the long-awaited city——

It is a warm orange-red color, and the bright and airy trams shuttle through the high and low buildings.

Take the tram to the top of Montjuic, and you will see the neat grid-shaped streets in the city, as if God couldn't help but build blocks here.

And on the edge of the beautiful city is the blue sea—so blue that it seems to melt the entire sky...

Even the most famous Cervantes said that Barcelona is the most beautiful city in the world.

"I saw...it's beautiful..." she murmured.

A long-lost force suddenly surged from her limbs, she struggled to stand up, as if telling her husband, but also telling herself: "Let's go."

Come on, go to Barcelona.

There, there will be all redemption.

The author has something to say: Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day, big babies and little cuties!Single dog author bacteria and computer depend on each other to write other people's love stories, so difficult orz

Next came the plot bump warning, probably the last one (and the biggest one, eh).Already vaguely saw the dawn at the end of the tunnel, ouch!

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