[The End of the Nation] (18)

Chapter 18 Strolling in Rome
This time, it's my tribute to Roman Holiday. Many scenes and dialogues from the original are faithfully reproduced, representing my
feelings of nostalgia and longing. These feelings will gradually change as the original story unfolds in the film…
Of course, there will be modifications. Attentive readers might notice things like the absence of dollars in the story, the
skipped part of Joe's initial gambling game, the fictional photographer friend of Joe's (Joe borrowed the camera and
money from a neighbor), and the reduction of some non-Anne characters' dialogue that was too long, etc…
Of course, I wrote Roman Holiday for a reason; it's not just a side story. It can be considered a prequel to Anne
, because Princess Anne is the only human female character I wanted to create. So,
I started with her at 18 in Roman Holiday, and the other characters are simply Princess Anne… She's just a supporting character...
In my world, there's no need for superfluous characters. Every character exists because they have their own value;
they are all protagonists, without distinction of primary or secondary roles...
As for the character Annie, she was created to promote goodness, beauty, and innocence, so Annie
will basically not have any explicit sex scenes. If it's absolutely necessary, it will be glossed over...
Annie will also be the strongest member of the human faction in the future. I will strive to create a memorable
character without explicit sex scenes, and the way she's described will be different from the artistic and seductive methods used to depict demons. This is also the only
real-life person I've chosen to add to my world...
Fate, fate is endless and inexhaustible. The fates of the five demon queens, Princess Annie's fate, Xiao Qing's
fate—so many characters, how will their fates unfold? I don't know either, because they are all
living beings, and I'm just letting their true stories come to light...
Sneaking in to read them, then suddenly popping up to say "I like it," and then disappearing again
—that kind of liking isn't real liking. Your eternally selfish silence is what I like more...
Sneaking in to read them, then suddenly popping up to say "Great!" but unable to explain why. Suddenly
popping up to say "No!" but unable to explain why either. I hope such replies don't
happen.
Those who don't understand don't need to reply at all. As for those
lowest-level individuals who lurk in forums for life, frantically consuming explicit content, they will eventually pay the price for their evil deeds in reality, because it's a terrible
contagious disease, and its spread is equally frantic, so frantic that the world can hardly cure it
...
The next day in Rome, the embassy released the latest news, stating that Princess Anne had suddenly fallen ill.
The Eternal City of Rome welcomed a new day; today the sun shone brightly, a gentle spring breeze blew, and the temperature was pleasant.
In Joe's room, Joe and the girl were still fast asleep on their respective beds and recliners. Suddenly,
Joe, his routine disrupted, slowly opened his eyes. The girl, her back to him, was still sleeping soundly on her side, her delicate white feet peeking
out from under the patterned blanket, pointing directly at Joe's pillow.
In other words, his feet were pointing in the direction of her head, and her feet in the direction of his head –
a clear indication of Joe's gentlemanly manners.
Joe hurriedly picked up the unhooked alarm clock from under the bed
. He realized it must have broken when he tossed the girl onto the recliner last night.
"Oh no… the princess's press conference!" Joe tossed the broken clock aside, rubbing his forehead.
"11:45… Oh no!" Joe realized he was late for the princess's press conference.
But what Joe didn't expect was that the princess was sleeping soundly on the recliner next to him
, her face nestled in the soft pillow, occasionally shifting to find a more comfortable sleeping position.
The embassy issued an update stating that Princess Anne had suddenly fallen ill, and therefore her press conference had been cancelled
. Joe, however, was unaware of this.
When Joe opened the curtains and saw the clock tower outside, it was already noon. He quickly washed up and rushed
to the newspaper office where he worked. The newspaper's owner, Joe's boss, saw
the late Joe hurriedly getting out of a taxi and paying the driver from his high-rise window.
The boss asked his secretary, who was working in his office, to leave, picked up the newspaper on his desk, and saw the headline:
Princess Anne Falls Ill, Press Conference Cancelled.
Joe entered the newspaper's lobby, greeted his colleagues, and grabbed a sip of
the coffee the secretary, who had just come out of the boss's office, was holding, trying to perk himself up.
"The boss keeps asking where you've been," the secretary said.
"Oh no!" Joe then tossed half a small bread roll from the secretary's plate and knocked on the boss's office
door.
"Come in," the boss said.
"Were you looking for me?"
"Just back at work?"
the boss asked.
"Me?"
"The newspaper opens at 8:30...we need to do an interview..."
the boss said.
"The interview was completed last night." "Which news?"
the boss said.
"The Princess's press conference." "You've already attended the press conference?"
the boss said.
"Of course...I just got back." "Then I misunderstood you," the boss said apologetically.
"It's alright," Joe tried to slip away.
"Wait...did she answer all your questions?"
the boss said.
"Of course...the answers are right here." Joe pretended to search his pockets, then pretended he didn't have it with him and tried to slip away.
"No need to trouble you...I have a copy," the boss said.
Joe glanced at the boss guiltily, his heart pounding as he tried to remain calm.
"What does the princess think of the European Union?"
"She thinks it's pretty good." "Really?"
the boss said.
"She said there are two kinds of impact." "Two kinds?"
the boss said.
"Direct and indirect." "Great." Joe continued to chat with the boss, constantly loosening his tie,
feeling increasingly hot under the boss's relentless questioning.
"Are you feeling too hot?"
the shopkeeper asked.
"No... I just ran here." "You said she wore a gray dress?"
"I didn't say that... She often wears gray clothes... it must be gray." "I remember that dress... with a gold
collar," the shopkeeper said.
"Right, I just can't describe that dress." "You described it very carefully." The shopkeeper's face began to look
very stern.
"But the princess developed a high fever at 3 a.m.... and then fell ill... all her activities for today were canceled."
"Really?"
Joe knew his white lie had been exposed.
"Of course it's true..."
the shopkeeper said.
"That's unbelievable." "You just left her?"
the shopkeeper said.
The shopkeeper picked up today's newspaper and handed it to Joe, pointing to the headline.
"I overslept... everyone makes mistakes,"
Joe finally admitted his lie.
"If you had read the morning paper after you got up... you would have seen these little news stories that everyone is paying attention to... and you wouldn't have
lied to me." The shopkeeper pointed to the newspaper in Joe's hand, on which was a picture of the princess. The princess,
dressed in an off-the-shoulder lace gown, possessed fair skin and a slender neck adorned with a five-strand pearl necklace,
exuding an air of nobility.
Her features were not only beautiful but also revealed her personality: slanted phoenix eyes, a nose that
seemed somewhat narrow compared to its length, a rounded tip with delicate nostrils, and a slightly wide mouth
with a noticeable indentation in the lower lip, which deviated from classical beauty standards. Her chin, while exquisite
, didn't quite match her slightly exaggeratedly wide jawline. Overall, her face seemed
a bit too angular, but her unique气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and presence) rendered all her flaws insignificant.
Joe carefully examined the princess's photo in the newspaper, finding it increasingly similar.
"You should consider becoming a mattress tester," the boss said sarcastically.
"This is the princess?"
"Yes," the boss pointed to the princess's photo.
"Not Olina or Madame Chiang Kai-shek," the boss said.
Joe felt as if the person he had met last night was Princess Joe. Startled and frightened, Joe closed his eyes, then opened them again to
continue looking at the photo.
"Look closely, and perhaps you'll have another chance to interview her," the boss said magnanimously.
"I'm fired?"
"No… if I were to fire you… you wouldn't need to ask me… you'd know you're fired," the boss said.
Joe quickly slipped out of the boss's office. He had intended to call his landlord, the old man, in the lobby,
but worried about being overheard, so he went to a private room in the meeting room to call his landlord, acting
furtively, afraid of being overheard by his colleagues.
"Hello." "Old Joe… this is Joe." "Now listen carefully… go to my room and see if anyone is
sleeping." "Understood… no problem… wait a moment." The old man hung up and went to Joe's room to check.
Joe listened anxiously on the phone; this was a golden opportunity to interview the princess.
"Joe?"
the old man said.
"How is it?"
"She's still sleeping." Hearing this, Joe looked up at the ceiling with relief, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Old Ji... I love you... Listen carefully... You must do everything you can to prevent her from leaving... even with a gun
." "A gun? No way..."
the old man said.
"A gun... a knife... anything is fine... Don't let anyone into my room," Joe said.
"Okay," the old man said, feeling a little confused.
Joe stuffed the newspaper with the princess's picture into his suit pocket. Then he went into the boss's office to inquire
how much it would cost to interview the princess. The boss was initially reluctant to say and didn't believe Joe could interview the princess alone, but after
Joe's repeated questioning,
"Talking to her about world affairs is worth 250 yuan... Talking to her about fashion would be even more valuable... maybe 1000."
"I mean a comprehensive and thorough interview... her views on everything," Joe said. "
The princess's secrets revealed... revealing all her inner thoughts and desires... everything is in this private,
exclusive interview..."
Joe said, gesturing excitedly.
The boss looked at Joe, who was giving a vivid speech, with a look of disbelief and longing. At this moment, Joe pretended that the boss
didn't like it and pretended to walk out.
"Come back quickly," the boss said, coming back to his senses.
"And your views on love?"
"Of course." "Any proof?"
"Maybe... how much is it really worth?"
Joe asked.
"Any newspaper would offer 5,000." "But let me tell you... if you were sober... how would you
get this exclusive interview?"
the boss said.
"Anyway, I have a way... you said 5,000? Then let's shake hands." Joe extended his hand to shake hands with the boss to
make the agreement.
The boss sat in his chair, looked down at Joe's outstretched hand, thought for a moment, and then shook
hands with Joe to make the agreement. They also agreed on another thing: if Joe couldn't do it, he would lose 500 to him. Joe took out
the newspaper again, carefully examined the princess's picture, and then agreed to the boss's bet.
"It's a deal." "Then let's shake hands to make it real," the boss said.
After shaking hands, the boss revealed a sly smile.
"You're definitely going to lose this time... you idiot... you're destined to be my slave," the boss said with a wicked grin.
Joe didn't say anything, chatted with the boss for a bit, and then left.
"Goodbye... idiot," the landlord smirked as Joe left. —The old landlord, dutifully standing outside Joe's
door, held his old rifle, mimicking the drills he'd practiced in the army, pacing back and forth.
Five mischievous children in the yard were throwing stones at him on the stairs. While the old man was disciplining them, Joe returned.
Joe walked past the children sitting on the stairs, lightly tapping the more mischievous one twice with a newspaper, and went up...
He spoke to the old man.
"Joe." "Is everything alright?"
Joe asked.
"Yes...no one has entered or left your room...it's perfectly fine." "That's good...thank you." As Joe prepared
to open the door, he remembered he might need money for the interview, so he concocted another
lie—a white-hearted investment with double returns—to borrow some money from the old man. The old man wasn't stupid.
"You already owe me two months' rent...and now you want to borrow money? No way," the old man said.
"You'll regret it," Joe said. —When Joe entered his room, he had a feeling because
there was a woman in his room, and that woman was sleeping on his recliner, covered with his thin
blanket, lying on her side in the soft pillow, her arm pressed against it, her delicate white hand covering her forehead. The princess
was still sleeping sweetly.
Joe now knew that this girl was a princess. The fragrance emanating from Princess Anne in this room
, which used to be filled with the smell of men, smelled different.
Joe gently locked the door from the inside, then took the newspaper to Princess Anne's side. He looked at Anne
's sleeping posture and compared it to the princess's beautiful photo in the newspaper. To confirm, he sat
on the low stool next to the princess, gently lifted the hair covering Anne's face, and carefully
compared the newspaper to her features. Finally, he confirmed that the girl was indeed the princess.
"Your Highness...Your Highness," Joe called softly several times.
"Yes...what is it?" the princess mumbled sleepily, then continued sleeping.
Hearing this, Joe felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. Princess Anne was sleeping in his room! Joe
put the newspaper in his suit pocket. He thought, "I can't let Princess Anne sleep on the recliner now; she should sleep
in the bed."
Joe went to his bedside, placed the alarm clock on the bedside table, the blanket on the bed frame,
put the pillow back on the headboard, and smoothed the sheets by hand.
Joe approached the recliner where Princess Anne was sleeping, carefully placing her arm over his
shoulder. He then gently lifted the still-sleeping princess and carried her to the bedside. Because he had miscalculated the carrying position,
it wasn't easy to put her down, so he moved the pillows to the foot of the bed. Finally, he could place her on
the bed.
The princess's body felt so light to Joe, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness.
Just then, the princess was about to wake up.
"Dr. Benno," the princess said with her eyes closed.
"Yes… I'm the doctor… You're much better… What do you want?"
"I want many things," the princess said.
"Really? Tell me… Tell me everything you want." "I dreamt…"
"What did you dreamt about?"
Joe asked.
"I dreamt I was sleeping on the street… A young man came… He was tall and strong," the princess
said, half-asleep with her eyes closed.
"He was very mean to me," the princess said, frowning.
"Really?" The princess finally slowly opened her eyes and saw everything unfamiliar—the reservoir,
Joe.
Annie, thinking she was still dreaming, closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw Joe standing by the bed.
Annie couldn't remember who he was.
"Good morning." "Where's Dr. Benno?"
"I don't know him," Joe said.
"Wasn't I just talking to him?"
"No," Joe said .
"Did something happen to me?"
the princess asked.
"No." "Can I sit up?"
the princess asked cautiously.
"Of course," Joe said, helping to place a pillow at the foot of the bed so the princess could lean against it.
The princess looked at the unfamiliar Joe, slowly sat up, and leaned against the pillow. She was a little afraid that Joe was a bad person,
so she covered her chest with a blanket.
"Thank you," the princess said.
The princess looked down and realized she wasn't wearing her own clothes.
"Is this your pajamas?"
Joe nodded, one hand on the headboard, leisurely watching the princess.
The princess was startled, thinking something terrible had happened. She reached her small hand under the blanket to check her genitals.
After confirming that nothing had happened, she closed her eyes in relief and let out a sigh of relief.
"Have you lost something?"
Joe asked deliberately.
"No," the princess shook her head apologetically.
"Could you tell me where I am now?"
the princess asked shrewdly.
"This is my humble abode." "Did you force me to come back?"
the princess said.
"Quite the opposite." "I've been here alone all night?"
the princess said slowly.
"If you don't count me." "I spent the night with you here?"
the princess said, taking a breath.
"I don't know if I should say that... but it's not wrong." The princess pressed the blanket over her
chest with both hands, tilting her head thoughtfully. Joe looked at the princess teasingly.
After a while, the princess smiled and looked at Joe.
"Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you." "What's your name?"
the princess said.
"Jobri." "It's a pleasure to meet you," the princess said.
"I'm even happier." "You can sit down," the princess said.
"Thank you." Joe sat on the headboard, and the princess leaned against the footboard.
"What's your name?"
"Call me Anya," the princess said.
"Okay... Anya." "Would you like coffee?"
"What time is it?"
the princess asked.
"Almost 1:30." "1:30! Oh... oh, I need to change right away... and leave." The princess remembered that there was a press conference
to attend, but she didn't know that it had been canceled.
"What's the rush? There's plenty of time." "No... I've already caused you a lot of trouble," the princess said.
"Trouble? You definitely haven't caused me any trouble," Joe said with a smile.
"Really," the princess said with a smile.
"I've prepared bathwater for you." Joe opened the bathroom door, placed a prepared bath towel
where the princess could easily reach it, and then walked out of the bathroom, gesturing for the princess to enter.
"Please," the princess said, still trying to cover herself with the blanket, slowly moving into the bathroom, then turning back to watch Joe close
the bathroom door. Joe, feeling embarrassed, hurriedly left his room, forgetting
that he had locked the door from the inside.
While the princess was bathing, Joe borrowed a camera from a neighbor nearby. When Joe returned to his
room, he didn't see Princess Anne, but everything inside was neatly arranged. Joe thought for a moment,
the princess should be on the open-air balcony. —On the sun-drenched open-air balcony, surrounded by
potted plants, one could see the courtyards and street scenes of the commoner's neighborhood.
The weather was lovely; a gentle breeze stirred the wire railing. Princess Anne, her
long, flowing hair flowing, stood there, captivated by everything in the courtyard. "So you're here," she called.
"I was looking at the street scene… It's so interesting living here." Hearing Joe's
voice, Princess Anne turned to look at him.
Bathed in sunlight, her innocent face beamed with a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth.
Beneath her delicate eyebrows, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes were filled with pure innocence. She wore a round-necked, snow-white blouse with a rectangular
tie, and a long, pleated orange skirt that reached mid-calf tucked the blouse in. The skirt's belt accentuated her slender waist, making her appear as graceful
as a willow branch.
The princess wore flesh-colored stockings and low-heeled black shoes, which accentuated
her pure and innocent charm.
"Yes... I can introduce you to the neighbors," Joe said, remembering his task.
"I have to go... I just wanted to say goodbye," the princess said.
"Goodbye... we've only just met... shall we have breakfast?"
Joe said with a smile.
"I don't have time," the princess said with a smile.
"If you're leaving on an empty stomach, it must be urgent," Joe said, looking at the princess.
"That's right." "Then I'll see you off," Joe said.
"It's alright, I know the way," the princess said, turning back to Joe as they passed Joe's room
.
"Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed," the princess said, holding her white gloves.
"It's nothing... don't mention it." "You're so kind... it must be uncomfortable for you to sleep on the sofa," the princess said
, not realizing it was a recliner.
"No... I often sleep on the sofa," Joe said a little embarrassedly, quickly opening the door for the princess.
"Goodbye... Mr. Bully," the princess said.
"Goodbye," Joe said, pointing the princess down the stairs. He then went back into his room, closed the door, and immediately ran to the open balcony
. Seeing the princess passing by, he turned back and chased after her.
He almost bumped into her as she was turning back onto the street. She wanted to borrow some money from him, as she never
carried any cash, and she was planning to go for a stroll.
"What a small world," Joe said. "Yes… I almost forgot… could you lend me some money?"
the princess asked.
"Sure… yes… you don't have any money… how much do you want?"
"I don't know… how much do you have?" the princess said.
"Half for each of us… here's 1000," Joe handed the princess the money.
"Thank you for lending me so much money… I'll send someone to pay you back… what's the address?"
the princess asked with a smile.
"51 Maguda Street." "51 Maguda Street… Joely," the princess said with a smile.
They smiled at each other.
"Goodbye… thank you," the princess said.
The princess's beautiful figure gradually receded from Joe, blending into the crowd on the street. Joe secretly followed the princess
, not forgetting his mission and responsibility to protect her. Princess Anne dodged motorcycles in the alleyways
, entering the bustling area under the bright sunlight. The diverse lives of the citizens overwhelmed her.
Princess Anne walked gracefully down the street, her distinctive attire featuring a long, pleated orange skirt cinched at the waist with a
belt that accentuated her slender figure. No other girl along the way possessed such a slender waist and beauty as the princess.
She carried a pair of short white gloves, and her long, flowing hair was pulled back and secured with hairpins,
cascading down her straight, beautiful back, swaying occasionally in the breeze.
Everything was new and intriguing to the princess. Joe followed closely behind
, both protecting her and looking for opportunities to complete his own mission.
Princess Anne strolled leisurely down the street, observing everything around her with curiosity and wonder. Princess Anne
walked through the fruit stalls to the seafood stalls, reaching for a slippery fish held by a vendor. Startled by the fish
's sudden movement, she cried out in surprise.
With her hands and gloves in the pockets of her skirt, Princess Anne continued her delighted stroll through the bustling street, her hands tucked into the pockets.
Joe followed closely behind.
Vendors frequently approached Princess Anne, trying to sell her wares, and she watched and listened with a smile
. When Princess Anne stopped at a shoe store, Joe happened to be standing in front of a watermelon stall. The vendor, assuming Joe
wanted to buy a watermelon, held up a large one and tried to sell it to him.
Princess Anne happily selected and bought a pair of low-heeled sandals, while Joe, observing the princess
, unwittingly bought the large watermelon that the vendor kept trying to sell him.
Princess Anne arrived at a square and stood beside a stall selling various bowls and plates, admiring a large,
artistically designed pool in front of it. The pool featured exquisite sculptures, artificial hills, and a flowing fountain. She lingered for a while before
continuing on her way.
Princess Anne then came to the entrance of a hair salon. In the window were displayed various hairstyle designs and a...
Princess Anne looked at herself in the mirror. Just then, a lady came out of the hair salon, and Princess Anne
stared at the lady's newly cut short hairstyle, admiring it intently. Finally, Princess Anne went into the hair salon, and Joe, carrying
a large watermelon, also arrived at the door.
"Your hair is beautiful," the hairdresser said to Princess Anne, who was sitting in the chair.
"Cut my hair short," Princess Anne said.
"Short?"
"How about this length?"
The hairdresser gestured with his hand, holding up Princess Anne's hair.
"Higher," Princess Anne said.
"Higher? Here?"
The hairdresser gestured another half a knuckle.
"Higher," Princess Anne said.
"Here?"
The hairdresser gestured another half a knuckle.
"Higher." "Where?"
the hairdresser said, seemingly confused.
"Here," Princess Anne gestured, indicating a length that just reached her chin.
"Are you sure?"
the hairdresser said regretfully.
"Sure... thank you," Princess Anne said.
"This short?"
the hairdresser asked again.
"Yes," Joe thought as she peeked inside the barbershop from behind the curtain, holding a large watermelon. She guessed the princess
needed some time for her haircut. A moment later, she left the shop, intending to borrow some money from a friend. As
the barber was about to cut her hair, he asked again,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Princess Anne replied.
The barber then began cutting Princess Anne's hair. Strands of her beautiful hair fell to the ground;
the barber felt sorry for the princess's hair, which had been with her for so many years, and kept asking if she was sure she wanted it cut short.
Sweat beaded on the barber's face as he cut her hair, showing how much he felt sorry for her and how
guilty he felt about her beautiful hair.
Joe went to the pool where Princess Anne had been admiring the watermelon and gave it to a group of children, finally freeing herself from
the burden of this hastily purchased purchase.
Meanwhile, the hairdresser had finished Princess Anne's haircut. Princess Anne kept looking at
herself in the mirror while the hairdresser slowly trimmed her hair. Soon, her hairstyle was finished, and Princess Anne
felt very satisfied.
"Are you a musician? An artist? A painter?"
Princess Anne gave a cute, mischievous smile and shook her head.
"I know... I'm a model." When she heard the hairdresser say "I know," the princess thought he knew
her identity, but when she heard "model," she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Thank you," she said, this time a kind tacit agreement.
"Great!" the hairdresser said.
"You look great with short hair... are you satisfied?" "Very satisfied," the princess said, playing with her short hair.
"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me tonight? The ball is lively and fun... it's at the Angelo Restaurant by the river...
there's moonlight music... the atmosphere is romantic, charming, and intoxicating... please do me the honor,"
the hairdresser said, as if pursuing a girl.
"I'm sorry, I can't go," the princess turned to the hairdresser and said with a sincere and kind smile.
"Your friends certainly won't recognize your new look," the hairdresser sighed, changing the subject.
"They'll be amazed," the princess said, paying the hairdresser and smiling.
"Thank you so much." "Thank you," the hairdresser replied, but still persistently followed Princess Anne, who was about to leave.
"I'm going to the ball by the river at 9 o'clock... all my friends... you'll say I'm the most beautiful one there...
come and see me sometime." "Thank you," the princess said.
"Goodbye"—Joe, who had been hiding not far from the door, saw Princess Anne come out and immediately followed.
The princess looked at her new look in the shop windows along the street. Princess Anne felt very good about herself and
began to stroll again on the crowded street.
Princess Anne went to Plaza de Espa?a and bought an ice cream. She paid and was about to leave,
not knowing the price, when she bumped into an honest vendor who stopped her and
gave her her change. The princess smiled and said, "Thank you." She then went to a flower shop run by an old man to admire the flowers. However,
she didn't understand the old man's dialect. Thinking he was giving her a bouquet, she politely shook
his hand. The old man gestured that he wanted 1000 yuan. Princess Anne understood and shook her head, saying,
"I don't have any money," and tried to return the flowers. "No money?"
the old man gestured with his fingers, indicating 800. "I'm sorry... I really don't have any money," Princess Anne said.
"600," the old man gestured again.
Helpless, Princess Anne took out her change, but it wasn't enough. "I'm sorry," the old man said, reluctantly
taking back the bouquet, but then took out a single flower and gave it to Princess Anne. The princess happily accepted it and
wanted to give the old man all the remaining change, but he declined, saying it was a gift.
"Thank you." Joe saw all of this from a short distance away. Princess Anne arrived at a
square filled with steps. In the sunlight, she sat on a stone bench, eating ice cream, squinting at the warm sun. The warm sunlight
shone on the innocent, pure, and kind princess, whose legs occasionally dangled and kicked playfully.
The Spanish Steps, a bustling square named for its famous staircase,
are paved entirely with milky-white marble. These 138 steps, viewed from below, resemble a giant
waterfall cascading from the sky, or a beautiful ladder leading to the distant heavens. The Spanish Steps are a
landmark of Rome. Climbing the 138 steps leads to the majestic Church of the Holy Trinity. Standing on the highest
step in front of the church, one can look around at the blue sky, white clouds, green trees, red roofs, and numerous ancient and exquisite buildings. Since
the mid-18th century, the Spanish Steps have been the center of Roman culture and tourism.
At this moment, Joe pretended to pass by Princess Anne from behind.
"It's you," "Mr. Bully," "Does it look good?"
The princess gestured for Joe to look at her new hairstyle.
"Is it really you?... You look beautiful," Joe said.
"So this is your secret date." "I have to confess to you," the princess said.
"Confess?"
"Yes... Last night I... snuck out of school," the princess fabricated a white lie.
"Why... were you unhappy with the teacher?"
"No," the princess said with a smile.
"But you wouldn't sneak out without a reason," Joe asked knowingly.
"I just wanted to sneak out for a few hours... Last night they gave me an injection... to help me fall asleep," Annie
said, sticking out her small tongue to lick her almost finished ice cream.
"I see." "I should take a taxi back," the princess said.
"Wait... Why don't you wander around a bit?" "Maybe another hour," the princess said.
"Life is about adventure... Let's play all day," Joe said.
"I want to do what I've always dreamed of," the princess said.
"Like what?"
"I wish I could do whatever I want all day long," the princess said with a smile.
At this time, because it was quite warm, the princess's long-sleeved shirt sleeves had been rolled up to short sleeves, while Joe was still
wearing a suit and tie.
"Like when you get a haircut and eat ice cream?"
"Yes... I want to sit in a roadside café... go shopping... take a walk in the rain... have fun... even
seek thrills... This isn't anything special for you, is it?"
the princess said excitedly.
"That sounds like fun... Why don't we do that together?"
"Don't you have to work? "
the princess said.
"It's a holiday today." "You don't have to do these boring things with me," the princess said.
"Really? First wish... a roadside café," Joe stood up and took the princess's delicate white hand. —
The two sat on chairs in a roadside café, a small round table between them. The happy princess sipped
her dessert elegantly, admiring the beautiful street scene. Carriages passed by, cyclists
brushed past them, and pedestrians or couples smiled as they walked by.
"What will people at school think of this new hairstyle?"
Joe asked, looking at the princess.
"They'll be very surprised," the princess laughed.
"What if they know I'm sleeping in your room?"
the princess said.
“Alright… let’s keep this a secret.” “It’s a deal,” the princess said.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Champagne,” the princess said.
Joe called the waiter over and ordered two glasses of champagne. The waiter nodded and left.
“It must be a prestigious school… drinking champagne with lunch.” “We only drink it on special occasions,” the princess said.
“For example?”
“The last time we drank champagne was on my father’s anniversary,” the princess said.
“A wedding anniversary?”
“No… it was our fortieth anniversary… ever since he got this job…”
the princess said.
Apart from concealing her true identity, the princess was telling the truth, putting on a show. Joe understood, and he was
also putting on a show.
“Working for 40 years… that’s truly extraordinary… what does he do?”
“You could say he works in public relations,” the princess said, thinking as she spoke.
“Then the work must be quite hard.” “I don’t like this job,” the princess said.
“What about him?”
“He has complained about it,” the princess said while eating.
"Why doesn't he quit?"
"People in his line of work rarely quit... unless their health deteriorates... and they can no longer work," the princess
said.
Just then, a waiter brought two glasses of champagne, and the two clinked glasses and drank heartily.
"Then wish him good health." "Everyone says that to him," the princess said.
"So what do you do for a living?"
the princess asked.
"I'm in business." "Really? What kind of business?"
the princess said.
"Fertilizer... chemicals... things like that..."
At this moment, the princess playfully took the straw that came with the champagne, pursed her lips, and blew the straw out of the cling film,
then turned to look at Joe, and the two smiled at each other.
"Next... shall we make a schedule?"
"Please don't say schedule," the princess said timidly.
"I don't mean work... school schedule... I mean a schedule for fun... We can set off
now." "Okay," the princess said. —Sunlight shone in the bustling streets and alleys of Rome, the streets
were lively and bustling, and the joy on everyone's faces was evident in the arrival of Princess Anne.
The two rode a women's motorcycle through the streets and alleys of Rome. The princess sat sideways behind Joe,
her beautiful face pressed against his tall, strong back.
Rome, the country's political, economic, cultural, and transportation center, is a world-renowned historical and cultural city,
the birthplace of the ancient Roman Empire, and affectionately known as the "Eternal City" due to its long history. It is located in
west-central Italy, on seven hills in the lower Tiber River plain. Rome is the center of the Catholic Church worldwide,
with over 700 churches and monasteries, seven Catholic universities, and Vatican City,
the residence of the Pope and the Holy See.
Rome boasts thousands of years of historical relics and a rich cultural heritage. Having been destroyed and rebuilt several times,
the ancient Roman ruins are vast and inspiring, captivating visitors.
How could such a place not fill Anne with curiosity, excitement, and joy? She leaned warmly against
Joe's broad back, letting him, familiar with Rome, guide her through this beautiful city
. The exhaust of their motorcycle echoed throughout the city.
The Colosseum in Rome: Built in 80 BC, this magnificent stadium is a model of public architecture.
Here you can see one of the most basic structural elements and greatest achievements of ancient Roman architecture: the arch and vault structure. A series of
arches, vaults, and well-arranged elliptical architectural components make the entire structure extremely sturdy. Architecture at that time relied on...
This high-level structural form liberated the interior space. The arena featured spacious staircases and corridors,
and eighty arches, each marked with a number to help spectators quickly
find their seats, allowing 50,000 people to enter and be seated within ten minutes. Such a design
would be considered very advanced even today. The arena's functional design was also highly rational; the entrances and exits for gladiators, their
resting places, the enclosures for wild animals, and the removal of the dead and wounded were all clearly marked.
Princess Anne, accompanied and guided by Joe, toured the magnificent ancient Roman arena. The enormous and imposing structure
fascinated Anne. Tourists were everywhere, constantly brushing past them in small groups.
Joe, feeling the heat, took off his suit jacket and draped it over his right shoulder.
Joe felt extremely honored and delighted to accompany the princess on her tour, and
his feelings for her began to change.

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