1896: C1896 This Is Atlantis

C1896 This Is Atlantis

Shen Yinbing looked at herself in the mirror.

The European beauty in the mirror also looked at her blankly.

The two of them looked at each other. After a long while, Shen Yinbing slowly stood up and walked to the mirror. She raised her right hand and extended it towards the girl's face.

Her hands were trembling, and her heart was pounding.

The beauty in the mirror lifted her right hand and placed it on 'her' face, sliding it bit by bit.

The mirror was ice-cold, just like Shen Yinbing's body temperature.

Slowly, Shen Yinbing's hands slipped from her face and into her chest. Only then did they droop to the ground.

No matter how much she didn't believe it, how much she feared it, or how unwilling she was, she had to accept the cruel reality that she had become what she looked like in the mirror.

After sleeping for a while, he realized that he had turned into a European. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Shen Yinbing, but it wouldn't completely knock her down.

At most, it would be an accident for Shen Yinbing, who had already mentally prepared herself.

Stretching out her hand and stroking her long, golden hair, Shen Yinbing let out a soft sigh. A trace of mockery appeared on her impeccable face.

Perhaps it was due to Gao Fei's infection. Now, Shen Yinbing and him had a similar habit in some aspects, which was not to think about things that he could not figure out at the moment.

It would be useless, and it would also make him tired. It would definitely be a loss-making deal.

In any case, after he woke up, he had somehow become a European beauty. Then this was better than becoming an ugly monster or walking on four legs?

This was what it meant to be at peace!

Besides, Chen Guoguo would also change. At most, she could change as she pleased. He could only change himself according to the wishes of some people.

Actually, the general direction was still the same.

As long as he could think things through, that was good.

Soon enough, Shen Yinbing calmed down from her incomparable fear and returned to her usual calmness.

After realizing that she was no longer herself, Shen Yinbing didn't run around like a crazed girl, screaming and crying out in fear. This showed that her self-control had reached an extreme level.

To be able to recover one's composure and calmness in the shortest amount of time after losing oneself was already quite amazing.

Of course, Shen Yinbing wouldn't be proud of it. She smiled at the beauty in the mirror, stood up from the brick bed, and walked to the window.

The moment she saw the scenery outside the window, she had completely forgotten that she had already lost her life. She was only shocked by what she saw in front of her.

When she woke up and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, she thought she was inside the bedroom on the second floor of the villa in the suburbs. As long as she looked down from the window, she could see the green grass and beautiful girls happily singing on the swing.

Shouldn't it be like this?

It's the way it's played on TV.

But in reality, it really wasn't like that.

When Shen Yinbing walked to the window and looked out, she realized that it wasn't a lawn outside. Naturally, she didn't give her a pretty girl with a friendly smile, but instead, she saw a mountain peak!

The mountain peaks were surrounded by faint white mist. Above them, white clouds floated by, continuously rising and falling towards the end of the day-- Waterfalls, like white waterfalls, scattered down from the middle of the white mist. The mist rose up under the sunlight and turned into rainbows.

On each mountain peak, there would be two or three waterfalls, but Shen Yinbing didn't know where the water had fallen because no matter how hard she tried to look, she couldn't see where the water had fallen.

There was a waterfall under her window.

When the waterfall tumbled down, the water vapor that rose up could be sprinkled onto her face along with the wind, but she couldn't hear the sound of thunder after the waterfall fell into the deep pool. This was sufficient to prove that the depth of the waterfall's descent was so deep that she couldn't hear even the slightest sound of something crashing down.

Shen Yinbing was stupefied as she looked out the window at the scene unfolding before her.

On each mountain, there were a few independent and beautiful buildings. The waterfall flowed down from the villa, and after walking out of the house, there was a small path that led to the grass.

On the grass, there were large horses untied by the reins, leisurely gnawing at the grass in groups of twos and threes. Groups of white geese crawled under the horses, squawking, unhurried, and only after the maid waved the bucket towards the cow did they quicken their pace and run away, dragging their fat buttocks.

The song Shen Yinbing heard when she woke up was sung by the maid with the wooden bucket. It was very happy, very happy, and even more real.

Real, fairyland.

Wonderland.

Shen Yinbing didn't know how else to describe what she was seeing.

Atlantis.

Suddenly, the name of this place rose up in Shen Yinbing's mind.

Yes, other than the Atlantis described by Hera and Jess, what else could this place be?

Hera and Shen Yinbing had once told Shen Yinbing that there was a fairyland in the Western World, which was the Atlantis. Everything they tried to do was to become a member of this place.

Were the milkmaids divine servants like Hera?

If this is the Atlantis, and those people are divine servants, then what kind of identity do I have?

Guest?

Shen Yinbing thought about what Hera and the others had said before: Atlantis, I hope Shen Yinbing can come here as a guest.

At that time, if it wasn't for Chu Yang's advice, Shen Yinbing definitely wouldn't have agreed to Hera coming here.

Other than the fact that she couldn't let Gao Fei go, it was also because she didn't expect it to be so beautiful here.

Who doesn't want to live in a fairyland?

Forever.

Shen Yinbing slowly stretched out her hand. The mist that rose from the waterfall quickly soaked her hand. It was very cold and comfortable.

Smiling, Shen Yinbing retracted her hand and took a deep breath. Then, she turned around and walked out of the bedroom to the dining table.

She was really a little hungry.

Regardless of whether the scene before him was real or just an illusion, there was no one guarding the table full of delicious food and even allowing him to starve.

Shen Yinbing had just reached the dining table when the door opened and two women came in.

Both of them were European women of about 30 years of age. They were plump and wore white hats (similar to those worn by female textile workers). They wore black White Shirt dresses, had red aprons around their waists and held silver plates in their hands.

From the way they were dressed and the respectful smile on their faces, they must have been maids.

The one walking in front had a small basin on a silver tray, along with towels and soap. The maid at the back had some toiletries.

It seemed that Shen Yinbing was coming to the dining table for dinner, so the maids brought toiletries.

"Dear customer, are you here or are you going to the bathroom?"

The maid who came in first placed the silver tray on the cabinet before carrying the washbasin and placing it on a chair. She then asked Shen Yinbing if she needed to wait on her or go to the bathroom.

"I … I'll do it myself."

Only then did Shen Yinbing notice the bathroom door, shake her head, and walk quickly towards it. She was not used to being treated for washing her face and brushing her teeth, even though it was normal for the European aristocracy in the Middle Ages.

A few minutes later, Shen Yinbing, who had finished washing her face and rinsed her mouth, came out of the bathroom. The maid had already taken away the things she had brought with her.

Naturally, Shen Yinbing sat on the chair.

Immediately, the other maid handed over a cloth. Westerners liked to wrap a piece of cloth around their neck to prevent the soup from splattering on their clothes.

By the time Shen Yinbing picked up her knife and fork, the maid had already poured her wine.

It was indeed a delicious dish, similar to the western cuisine Shen Yinbing had eaten before in the Sunset Restaurant. It was even more delicious, probably because she was too hungry, right?

Whenever the two maids who served Shen Yinbing's meals looked up at a particular dish, as if she were looking at a large shrimp, they immediately understood and took it with their special clips, carefully peeling and dipping it in sauce.

It was the first time Shen Yinbing had been served by two professional maids while she was eating, but she did not feel displeased at all. On the contrary, she enjoyed it a lot.

She did not ask the two maids: Why did the sisters turn into such a ghost after sleeping?

Because she knew that even if she had asked, the two maids would not have told her.

What's the point of asking?

Director Shen had never been the kind of person who liked to ask questions.

After eating her fill and wiping her mouth with a tissue, Shen Yinbing stood up.

The maid on the left immediately pulled out the chair for her, and the one on the right took the tissue.

"Can I go out for a walk?"

Shen Yinbing asked.

"Respected Madam, you are our master now. No matter where you go, you don't need to seek our advice."

The maid replied obediently.

"Oh, then I'll go out for a walk."

Shen Yinbing walked to the door and said lightly, "I still wish to have someone by my side because I am not very familiar with the environment here."

"My lady, my name is Lily. Please allow me to follow you and introduce you to some things that you want to know."

The maid who brought in the washbasin immediately walked over and opened the door.

The air was even fresher and smelled of fresh grass. Shen Yinbing couldn't help but take a deep breath and walk out of the room.

Immediately, Lily opened an umbrella to cover her face from the sun.

"No need, I like to bask in the sunlight."

Shen Yinbing shook her head, standing in front of the door and looking around.

Standing in front of the door, compared to standing in front of the window to look outside, the field of vision seemed to be more open and distant.

Beneath his feet was a small path paved with limestone, winding down to the grassland below.0

At some point, the melodious song had stopped.

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