[Crossing] Beacon Fire Dragon Line

Xiao Mo stood at the door.

The dim light made his face look a bit obscure.

"Did you forget something?" Sheng Rui was a little puzzled.

Without saying a word, the other party stuffed something into his hand and turned away. His back quickly disappeared into the darkened street.

Sheng Rui didn't return to look at the things in his hand until he could no longer see him.A fist-sized oil-paper bag, heavy and plump, like a plump orange.When you open it, the shredded toast and cheese shine like gold and diamonds.

In addition, there were even a few scattered pieces of dark chocolate.

Chocolate is almost a special offering in this era, and few common people in Europe can see it.

Moreover, this chocolate seems to be a little special.

Sheng Rui spread a piece of paper on a box used as a bedside table, and pieced the pieces of chocolate together bit by bit.

It can be seen that their original shape is fan-shaped, like a sliced ​​small pizza, with circles of record-like raised patterns neatly arranged on it, very similar to the wifi symbols that people in the 21st century are very familiar with.

This iconic shape should be "Scho-Ka-Kola" brand chocolate (Scho-Ka-Kola).

Sheng Rui couldn't help drawing a big question mark in his heart.It has a special purpose in this era, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get it.

Suppressing his doubts, he took a piece and put it in his mouth.To a hungry man, it doesn't matter where the food comes from, as long as it is available.

Compared with those Belgian chocolates that will melt the taste buds of later generations, its taste is not strong, and the slightly hard edges bite the tongue, and it takes a long time to release a trace of sweetness.But he insists it's the best he's ever tasted.

Despite his stomach's gleeful anticipation, he ignored its protests and reclosed the precious little packet, out of reach so he wouldn't swallow them all in one gulp.He has learned to eat the limited food slowly and evenly, without wasting any energy.

When he woke up the next morning, he couldn't help but suspect that what happened last night was a dream, a hallucination caused by too much hunger.But when he sat up, the little oil-paper bag still obediently stood where it was, telling him that it had really happened.

Xiao Mo came early.

Without even a polite greeting, he squatted directly beside those boxes and began to sort out the damaged scrolls.

Sheng Rui hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he should simply say thank you.

"Uh, yesterday...thank you for the stuff."

Xiao Mo nodded, but still said nothing.Neither did he put on a gesture of being kind to him, nor did he intend to use this to get closer to him, as if everything was taken for granted.

Sheng Rui had a vague feeling that his attitude of rejecting people for thousands of miles, apart from his own personality, seemed to be to prevent others from prying and asking.

After all, in this chaotic world, many people have to live alone with all kinds of secrets, and Sheng Rui himself is actually the same.

This person should be the same.

All morning, there was hardly any conversation.

The division of labor between the two is very clear: Sheng Rui registers the items, and the other party repairs the damage.Registration is of course faster than repairing, so Sheng Rui spends most of his time free, watching the other party work.

A torn book with missing pages, first disassemble the spine, cut the repair tape to the same length as the page, stick it to the binding along the grain direction of the paper fiber, fix the other side to the spine, and scrape slowly Flat speech bubbles.With a little tidying up, a book will be neatly ordered and supplemented.

Xiao Mo was very efficient, and within a short time, a restored book was placed at hand.He stopped, looked around, and asked, "Is there any more patch tape?"

"On the box over there." Sheng Rui pointed to his "bedside table".

It wasn't until Xiao Mo walked past that Sheng Rui suddenly remembered that the paintings he drew before going to bed every night were also left there without putting them away.He turned around quickly, only to see Xiao Mo looking at the little black dog with green eyes.

"This... that... that is..." Sheng Rui hesitated, wondering if he should explain something.If it's just a little black dog, it's fine, but those green eyes are too obvious a notice, almost like writing "This is you~~~" next to it

Xiao Mo looked at it for a while, picked up the repair tape without saying anything.Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly paused, and turned his gaze to a few books spread out to the side.Those books were a bit damp, Sheng Rui picked them out to dry, waiting for the next step.

Xiao Mo picked up one of them.

It was a yellowed manuscript, not too thick, filled with letters that looked like Latin.Because of the age, the handwriting is illegible, the edges of the paper are frayed, and several pages have been scattered.He carefully flipped through them, and a strange look slowly appeared in his eyes.

After a while, he turned to Sheng Rui and showed the book: "This, I'll take it back to repair at night, and bring it back tomorrow."

Because the priest had told him that everything could be left to him, Sheng Rui nodded without asking.

Xiao Mo caressed the cover with her gloved finger, and suddenly said something strange: "Ray, you are a person who can bring good luck to others."

The voice was very soft, almost a sigh-like soliloquy.

What was even weirder was his look.

It's like a kind of...

A relief as if finally freed.

Sheng Rui was puzzled.But he was used to Xiao Mo's mysterious style all the time, he didn't ask if he didn't explain.

Before leaving that day, Xiao Mo gave Sheng Rui a paper bag full of food.Every day after that, it was the same.

Bread, cheese, chocolate chips, and occasionally pate.The weight is not much each time, but the effect is immeasurable.Sheng Rui's hypoglycemia was cured, and his spirit is getting better and better.

But the relationship between the two remained the same, and they didn't become a little familiar at all.As long as you get used to this way of getting along, you will feel relaxed, and you don't have to be embarrassed to find topics for chatting.

However, a certain doubt that Sheng Rui had been deliberately avoiding became more and more obvious with time.

First of all, the food Xiao Mo brought came from extremely suspicious sources.They are so finely chopped every time that ordinary people in this day and age probably wouldn't notice anything strange.

But Sheng Rui is not an ordinary person in this era.He found that, in terms of variety, they resembled the "iron rations" of the Wehrmacht.And that kind of "chococa-cola" chocolate is usually used as a combat ration.

Secondly, Xiao Mo's every move shows traces of long-term training.For example, his fingers often unconsciously cling to the outer middle seam of his trousers, and his upright posture shows that he is a person who is used to standing in a military posture.

In the end, there was a more obvious evidence, so obvious that Sheng Rui could no longer ignore it.

One of the top crates was out of place that day and fell on top of the lower crates with a loud bang.

At that moment, out of the corner of Sheng Rui's eyes, Xiao Mo's figure shortened, and his right hand quickly reached out to his left waist.The movements are quick and quick, completely subconscious conditioned reflexes.If Sheng Rui hadn't been paying attention to him, he wouldn't have found out at all.

The left side of the belt is the place where German soldiers stipulate to wear a pistol.

Everything seems to be pointing to an answer that is ready to come out.

This answer hung over Sheng Rui's heart like a dark cloud, making him more and more entangled, wondering whether he should report it to the priest.

And that's not the only thing that troubled him.The trip to Florence, which he had been thinking about, now seems to be in vain.

Rome is not far from Florence, less than 1 kilometers.The last time Sheng Rui went there, he drove a Ferrari along the A[-] National Highway, kicked the accelerator, and it took two hours, all right.

But that was before.Life is such a thing, 30 years in Hedong...ah no, in a moment in Hedong and in a moment in Hexi.Let alone a car now, he can't even touch a bicycle.In this era of Rome, people who own bicycles need to rely on them to go to the adjacent countryside, and try to change a little food from the peasants, so they are never easy to borrow.

Without transportation, the departure date had to be postponed again and again.

Unexpectedly, when there was no place to scratch, the trouble was suddenly solved in an unexpected way.

That day, after sorting out all the books in the Pantheon, Xiao Mo took off his gloves and stood up from behind the crate.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will not come any more," he said.

"Oh." Sheng Rui had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether it was relief or loss.After getting along for a while, he didn't even know his name, so he was about to part ways and forget each other.No matter what kind of secret Xiao Mo harbors, he will never interfere with him in the future.

I was thinking about whether it would be abrupt to ask his name now, only to hear Xiao Mo continue: "I heard that you want to go to Florence?"

"Ah."

"If you don't mind riding a horse, I can take you there."

Sheng Rui agreed to this sudden invitation without even thinking about it.He was surprised by his own reaction.With such eagerness, it was as if he was afraid that the other party would change his mind if he was a second late.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that he should add two sentences: "Uh--I lost my ID card, and I can only leave the city through places without checkpoints. If this is the case, it will be very troublesome..."

"It's okay." Xiao Mo shook his head, "I'll come here to pick you up tomorrow morning."

After saying hello to the priest, Sheng Rui waited anxiously in Luotongda Square early the next morning.

Until now, he still can't figure out why he agreed so without thinking yesterday.He had an indescribably strong premonition: there would be no more smooth sailing between them along the way.He will touch a certain secret of the other party.And that secret is closely related to himself, which made his life turn around again.

He reached into his pocket and gently touched the wishing coin hidden on his body.It was as if a voice were saying: — are you ready for that secret?

The sound of hooves from far and near interrupted his thoughts.

Looking back, two tall brown-red Hanoverian horses appeared in the field of vision covered in milky white morning light.

A familiar figure was sitting on one of the horses. Those dark green eyes were condescendingly looking down at Sheng Rui, expressionless as always.

However, the clothes on his body were quite different from usual.

Black knee-high riding boots, angular blue-gray uniform, two four-pointed stars on the left collar patch, and two shocking lightning-shaped logos on the right collar patch.

Sheng Rui's pupils suddenly constricted, and he took two steps back involuntarily.Although he had doubts about the other party's identity for a long time, the reality still caught him by surprise.

This "field gray" plus "SS double lightning", everyone who is familiar with the military uniform of World War II can recognize it at a glance——

SS M40 uniform.