[Crossing] Beacon Fire Dragon Line

〖Time is the best author, it will always write a perfect ending. ——Chaplin〗In Rome at the end of April, the sun was shining brightly.

After lunch, Sheng Qinglan took Sheng Rui to go shopping on Corso Avenue.This is a commercial street that runs through half of the city. Among the ten miles of soft red dust, there are row upon row of Qiongloujie Pavilions.

It is not the first time for her to come to Rome, but every time it is as fresh as the first arrival.This city known as the "eternal capital" is like an unpredictable lover, always changing its style with time.

Contrary to her, Sheng Rui's mind is completely elsewhere.

Every once in a while, his phone would vibrate for a new email.And he will definitely stop immediately and read the email carefully.

While resting at the corner coffee shop, Sheng Qinglan finally couldn't bear it and complained: "Brother, you are so busy accompanying me on vacation, it's too dishonest."

Sheng Rui still buried his head in the screen and didn't even raise his eyes: "It should be that I am so busy that I don't forget to accompany you on vacation. You must think about the problem from the correct angle."

Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a photo on his cell phone, and she couldn't help but her eyes lit up: "Ah, is that the Ritz Hotel in Paris?"

"Well, it's the room we reserved."

"Let me see, which room do we live in?" Sheng Qinglan was very excited.She has never stayed at the Ritz and has only been to L'Espadon once.Recalling the cloud-patterned dome and gilded mirrors there, it still feels like a palace in the clouds.

"What's the rush, you'll know if you're there." Sheng Rui unceremoniously knocked off her outstretched claws, and turned the screen to an angle she couldn't see.

"Cut, pretending to be mysterious." Sheng Qing said with a flat mouth, picked up the coffee cup, and followed the trend with his eyes to linger on Sheng Rui.This creamy nobleman wrapped in a custom-made shirt exuded the confidence and self-satisfaction that is unique to being sought after.

Caesar Ritz created the Ritz Paris with the idea of ​​all the luxury a prince would expect from his own palace.

And the man in front of her can satisfy all the beauty and elegance that a woman expects from her prince.

What a rich and noble flower in the world.

"Monster." She spat out two words bitterly.

"Praise me again? Thank you." Sheng Rui put away his phone and smiled calmly.

Ever since she was a child, Sheng Qinglan had never seen him angry or depressed.When he was studying in the United States, his apartment was burglarized once, and he lost everything he could.It so happened that he was in a cold war with his father at that time, and his father cut off all his sources of income.Worried, she secretly called over to offer her condolences, but the old man was still cheerful as if nothing had happened: "There's nothing left, I have to sell myself to earn dinner money. How much are you willing to pay me for a night? Give me a price." Take a look." It was heartless.

Sheng Qinglan boredly picked the crystal carvings on her nails, and turned her gaze to the crowded streets of Rome: "It's really boring. You ignore me, and Qi Yu's pig has no news at all. Ask him where he is on a business trip. Not to mention. Hey, what the hell is he busy with?"

"I wouldn't know." Sheng Rui changed the subject vaguely, pointing to Lu Dong: "Here, we're almost at your favorite wishing well, go and toss a coin."

The Trevi Fountain is full of people.A pool of rippling blue waves lies in front of the tall marble statue of Poseidon, and the coins at the bottom of the pool, which are as dense as fine scales, glisten in the sun, being contained and washed by the cool water, as if one by one has not had time to tell. desire.

Sheng Qinglan found a one-euro coin from her satchel and stuffed it into Sheng Rui's hand: "Brother, go and make a wish too. Anyway, today is your birthday after all."

Due to various reasons, Sheng Rui has never had the habit of celebrating birthdays since he was a child, and his family members usually don't mention it.

Sheng Rui took the coin and walked towards the pool, seeing that Sheng Qinglan didn't intend to follow, he asked, "Why don't you go by yourself?"

She made a grimace: "I made a promise when I came last time." I hope Qi Yu will propose to her soon.Before this wish came true, she didn't want to make anything else. "Leave me alone, go quickly." She pushed him over.

When a blond woman in the front line gave up her seat, Sheng Rui stepped forward and turned her back to the fountain like everyone else.Just as he was about to throw the coin over his shoulder, the phone suddenly vibrated.As soon as he saw the caller, he immediately stepped aside to answer.

"Brother, have you read all the emails, everything is ready on my side." Qi Yu said.

"Thank you. We fly to Paris tomorrow."

"That...has Qing Lan mentioned me?"

"Well, say you're a pig."

"...Is this really okay..."

"Don't be afraid, the more angry she is now, the more moved she will be then. Have you memorized all your lines?"

"I know it by heart. But I am always afraid that I will lose the chain at the critical moment..."

"Then recite it a few more times." Sheng Rui said earnestly, "Brother-in-law, I can only help you so far. If you still mess up at this point, you really can only wash up and sleep."

Qi Yu, a student at Yali Shanda University, hung up the phone sadly.A few days later, he faced a daunting task.

Since childhood, Sheng Rui loved Sheng Qinglan, his half-sister, and always obeyed her requests.Sheng Qinglan adores Napoleon, and yearns for the love between him and Josephine.So Sheng Rui painstakingly arranged a coronation ceremony that belonged exclusively to her.

When the Louvre is closed next Tuesday, the Daru exhibition hall in the Denon Pavilion will be open for a special hour for their group.Qi Yu will propose to Sheng Qinglan in front of the famous oil painting "The Coronation of Napoleon I", and present her with a specially customized Chaumet tiara, which is the same style as that worn by Empress Josephine in the portrait.

It is not so easy to rent the Louvre privately.After negotiating and coordinating in all aspects, the matter was finally achievable, but Sheng Qinglan's originally planned travel date was imminent, and there was not enough time for preparation.

After discussing with Qi Yu, Sheng Rui decided to divide the troops into two groups.Sheng Rui held Sheng Qinglan back in Rome, while Qi Yu was busy in Paris.Since early this morning, photos of the scene and various confirmation information have been continuously sent to Sheng Rui by email.Tiaras, veils, flowers and other items have been sent to the room of the Ritz Hotel, and the cameraman and etiquette have also simulated the walk-through.

So far, everything is going according to plan.

Sheng Rui bent his lips habitually.He likes the feeling of being in control.

Just as I was about to put away my phone, a new email came in.

Looking at the sender's name, he hesitated for a moment and clicked open.

It was a not too long letter.

Just after watching it, a slender jade claw flashed in front of my eyes with lightning speed.The phone disappeared and fell into the claw.I saw Sheng Qinglan standing in front of her aggressively: "You've ruined your good mood. From now on, I will take care of this."

That's not enough, she "by the way" snatched his wallet: "This is also mine for the time being. It doesn't hurt to swipe your card."

"..." Sheng Rui responded with endless contempt for her, "You are so skillful, have you been specially trained by the pickpocket gang?"

"Why, do you have an opinion?" She rolled his eyes at him, "I'm going to go shopping, let me let you go, and go relax on your own. If you really have nothing to do, you can go back to the hotel to sleep." After taking two steps, she He turned back and said, "You, you have to learn to relax. Always push yourself so hard, and something will go wrong."

After she left, Sheng Rui had nothing to do, remembering that the Pantheon was not far from here, so he strolled westward across Via del Corso.Just as Sheng Qinglan likes the Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon is a must-see for him every trip in Rome.

Perhaps because the Pantheon will not be open tomorrow, May [-]st, there are so many tourists here today that even the porch and steps are full of water.

Sheng Rui never liked crowded places, so he planned to sit in an ice cream shop on the north side of the square for a while, when he suddenly remembered that his wallet and mobile phone had been confiscated.Now all his property is the unthrown one-euro wishing coin in his pocket.

That's all.The weather is so nice, it's not bad to take a walk casually.

With his hands in his pockets and his head down, he strolled around the Rotunda Square in front of the Pantheon, thinking about the business negotiations in Berlin a few days later.

After an unknown amount of time, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice.The ominous scream, like an air raid siren, continued to echo in my ears.

He looked around in surprise.

The square, which was still bustling just now, became empty and silent at some point, with no one in sight.All the surrounding shopfronts were gone, replaced by dilapidated houses.The gate of the Pantheon was closed, and it was desolate, only the obelisk in front of the steps still stood alone, and all the tourists taking pictures around disappeared.

Responding to the screeching sirens, a group of planes swooped down on the skyline from the direction of the Tiber River in the northwest.

As a fan of World War II weapons, Sheng Rui is no stranger to that kind of wingspan structure and unique double vertical tail - the American B-24 "Liberator" long-range bomber.

He stood motionless.In the white consciousness, two large characters with golden stars appeared slowly: lie, trough.