When the rose sunset casts onto the second-story bridge corridor and drags various beautiful patterns on the bridge deck to reflect the reflections, a young man leisurely walked onto the stone bridge.

Looking at the crowded crowds on the bridge and looking at the densely blocked and colorful sunshade tents on both sides of the bridge, Ding Mu felt a little strange.

I have to admit that the scene I saw in front of me was very different from Ding Mu's previous imagination, or the difference was too big.

At least he could not imagine that the famous places and historical sites in China would allow roadside vendors to set up their tables and start business. But now, on both sides of the stone bridge that is famous throughout Europe under his feet, there is a veritable market.

This is Florence, a famous European city known as the origin of the Renaissance. Dinmu is standing on the famous old bridge across the Arno River.

It is a rare opportunity to go to the famous European literary and artistic capital, let alone eat and play for nothing.

The reason why such a good thing happened is that Ding Mu's mouth is famous for being strict.

A few days ago, Ding Mu came to Italy with his boss to discuss business. After the business was done, the boss said he wanted to go to Rome to watch football games, and asked Ding Mu to "work freely in Florence for two days, and the cost was calculated by the company."

Looking at the boss who was hugging the little secretary and smiling, thinking about how many Serie A teams he could name, and then thinking about the boss's famously fierce wife, Ding Mu felt very despised, and smiled, nodding with his face "I understand".

Then he began his two days of "paid leave".

Soon, Ding Mu was fascinated by the city.

Whether it was the circular dome of the Baihua Cathedral or the dazzling art treasures in the Florence Academy of Fine Arts, he felt that this trip was really not in vain.

But the scene on the bridge in front of him made him stare at the nameplate beside the bridge for a long time. Until he was sure that he had found the wrong place, he walked onto the ancient stone bridge with countless legends and was called "old bridge" by the locals.

After taking a few photos on the bridge, Ding Mu remembered someone's repeated pleas before coming to Italy.

Ding Mu is usually very popular but not many friends. Xie Xun is one of these few friends.

As a senior game fan, Xie Xun does not spend most of his time picking up girls, but often participates in some very home-friendly activities such as cosp1ay enthusiasts.

When she heard that Ding Mu was going to Italy with his boss to discuss business, Xie Xun immediately begged Ding Mu to bring back photos of the famous landscapes in the game. In order to let Ding Mu understand where he should pay attention to, Xie Xun ignored Ding Mu's strong desire to be intimate with his girlfriend before going on a business trip, so he forced him to spend a whole day at home and popularized him with various scenes in a game masterpiece known as a masterpiece. The most important one mentioned this "old bridge" that is not only famous in Florence, but also in Europe.

In fact, Ding Mu is not unfamiliar with this famous historical bridge. As an employee of a large tourism and cultural promotion company, Ding Mu is not interested in European history, but has gained some knowledge of some famous cultural landscapes in recent years.

What's more, this old bridge, which is said to have carried countless beautiful legends of Florence, has indeed had too many legends.

But the bridge in front of him was actually a little different from what Ding Mu imagined. Seeing tourists with different skin colors walking around the street vendor tents set up by the bridge, although it felt too skinny, I remember Xie Xun's glittering eyes before leaving, and then to think about his assassin's outfit in order to perform the famous "Leap of Faith" in the game, he jumped off the window of the second floor of the dormitory in an assassin outfit, and as a result, he plunged into the pile of sand, and his legs were cramped, and he kicked several times. Ding Mu still took out his cell phone and thought of taking a few close-up photos as Xie Xun asked, which was considered a match.

It happened that there was a crew filming on the bridge, and it can be seen from the clothes that it should be a typical Renaissance background.

While watching the filming, Ding Mu found a bridge corridor on the old bridge that looked slightly protruding, according to Xie Xun's previous instructions. According to Xie Xun, this was once a place where an idol showed his famous "leap".

Ding Mu took his cell phone and looked out of the bridge railing, preparing to take pictures of this "holy place".

At this moment, Ding Mu suddenly saw a woman in medieval costume shouting at him while running over anxiously.

However, Ding Mu did not understand Italian, and he had no time to wait for the woman to repeat the warning in English. With a "click", the phone flew out of Ding Mu's hand in an arc. The moment he landed, the camera happened to capture the scene of his head falling down into the river.

The next day, a news about "A compatriot traveling and drowning, unfortunately taking the last scene on his mobile phone" immediately became a hot post that burst into clicks.

In the comment section, in addition to words like "It's a pity" and "going well", posts such as "I'm taking selfies with my life" and "Cherish life and stay away from selfies" are also emerging one after another.

One of the particularly sharp replies quickly became popular on the Internet and became an almost well-known Internet hot phrase: "If you don't commit suicide, you won't die."

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Jonnini's legs hung outside the boat, letting the cold sea water slap his bare feet.

The wind at the sea was very cold, and it was poured into it from its wide trouser legs, as if a knife was constantly cutting the flesh.

Jonnini is no longer young. The injuries suffered from wars when he was young have always tortured his body. The rheumatism in winter makes him even more painful, but in order to make a living, Jonnini has to go fishing every day.

In the early years, Gionini worked as a fisherman with her family, but Gionini thought fishing was too unreliable. Although his family strongly opposed it, he still went out with the only few Transniers in his arms.

This time he left for twenty years. When he came back, there were only a few relatives left at home. What he had used his blood and sweat over the years was a fishing boat that could hire two helpers.

A cold wind blew over, and Jonnie immediately coughed violently. His lungs were almost pierced by a spear. Even many years later, it would hurt so much as winter came.

The storm that had just raging not long ago has not yet completely passed, and you can still see the dark clouds above the sea in the distance.

However, such weather indicates a good opportunity for fishermen who go out to sea. The fish will float to the water to breathe, and at this time, a great harvest will be achieved if you go down the net.

"More on the lazy guys," Jonnini turned around and shouted to the guys behind her, "Good luck won't come every day, I haven't paid the tithe this month."

"Dad, it seems that there is something on the sea!" A guy who was pulling the fishing net hard toward the boat suddenly pointed at the sea in the distance and shouted loudly.

The guy's scream immediately made Jonnini jump up. He didn't care about the painful legs and scorching lungs, and his eyes were nervously staring at the direction the guy pointed.

Jonnini had to be nervous. In today's years of chaos, various dangers may occur anytime and anywhere.

Especially since the fall of Rome in the East decades ago, it will make people shudder whenever they mention the terrifying Ottoman Empire.

"What's there?"

Jonnini narrowed her eyes and looked at the dark green sea in the distance. Because the storm had just passed, the sea was very uneasy, but he still soon saw the "thing" that the guy said.

It was a broken wooden board, which looked like it had fallen from a boat. Through the waves that could not be stopped, you could vaguely see a person lying on the wooden board, rising and falling with the sea water.

"It's a person," the other guy also stretched his neck and looked at it. "Maybe he drifted from which ship was killed."

"Catch him up," Jonnini said in a muffled manner, and then muttered in a low voice. "I hope it's not a dead man, or if I encounter such a thing, I'll be unlucky. Maybe I should go to the priest of this church to ask for a prayer."

Hearing Jonnini's orders, the two men immediately rowed the boat towards the floating wooden board, and then the two of them worked very hard to pull the man who was lying on the wooden board and still motionlessly.

"If this guy is a pirate, we will hang him on a cable, if it is a pagan, throw him into the sea to feed the fish." A guy said as he turned the man over, and then he unexpectedly said to Jonnini, who was standing behind him, "Dad, this is a child."

Jonnini pushed away the guy who was blocking his face, squatted down and looked at the drowning person who was lying on the board with his back and his eyes closed.

This is indeed a young man, with a short wet dark red on his forehead, which was soaked by cold sea water. His eyes were closed and his lips looked cold and blue. If it weren't for the wings on both sides of the straight bridge of the nose, he might have been considered dead.

"Dad, he shouldn't be a pagan, right?" The guy asked hesitantly as he looked at the unconscious boy.

He would ask this because although this young man had the same European appearance as them, he was dressed a little strangely.

The clothes were neither short waistcoats and wide-leg pants that Sicilians often wore in daily life, nor were they popular in northern cities. They were called "Luko" and fancy robes with ankles. They were rather strange clothing that was old but still exuded the style of aliens.

The brown half-length sleeveless outer robe woven from linen was ragged and half-rolled to cover the boy's knees. The inside looked very thick, but because it was dirty, it couldn't tell the original color of the moon-white inner robe. It was paired with a pair of fur on her feet that had already been turned on to wrap her ankles. This outfit made people tell at a glance that he was a foreigner.

The two guys looked at Jonnini uneasy and waited for him to make a decision. In their opinion, Jonnini's father was not only nearby, but also perhaps the most knowledgeable person on Sicily.

"This kid looks like a stranded fish," Jonnini muttered, pulling the two cuffs of the boy's inner skirt with a fish-cutting dagger and looking at his arms. After confirming that there is no tattoo only for common prisoners, he squatted beside the boy and looked at it carefully, and then said to the two guys: "Don't be stunned, wake this kid up."

"Dad, he is..."

"It's a Greek," Jonnini looked up at the sea south, where it was still cloudy, and lightning was illuminating the clouds from time to time, as if there was something terrible monster hidden on it. Then he threw a dirty blanket to the boy. "When he was not frozen to death, let him get warm, come from the east, poor little guy, probably suffered a lot."

After hearing what my father said, the two guys couldn't help but look to the south.

They knew what Jonnini meant. The world across the Mediterranean was a hell full of horror legends for the whole of Europe.

"The Greeks are rare now, there were many in the past."

Jonnini pulled the fishing net hard and muttered. When he heard a violent cough coming from behind, he turned his head and happened to see the awakened boy opening his eyes.

They were black eyes. When they saw the three people in front of them, they were horror, confusion, and uneasiness. Even so, Jonnini saw other things from those eyes, which were the unconcealed curiosity and restlessness that gradually showed.

This look made Jonnini very uncomfortable because he was too familiar with what was contained and too well aware of what it would bring.
Chapter completed!