【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

Ladd expressed disbelief. Even if Solby was a somewhat boring person on this topic, it was impossible for him to never think about the possibility of the future.He is human, and as long as he is human, he has desires. His coming to Italy from France is the best proof.

"Then I'm going to ask." Seeing that Solby had no intention of speaking, Gerald decided to pry his mouth open by himself.He called a stand-in and silenced Solby's voice.This is a common method he used when interrogating prisoners. When he came to ask questions, the other party could only nod and shake his head to answer. The limited response made it difficult to establish a lie.

Thorby was familiar with his system, and decided to follow Gerald's idea.He once asked Gerrard to tell the truth, so he should respond with his own honesty, but it is impossible for Solby to dig himself out, so he gave the initiative to the other party.In fact, Solby was also very curious about what Gerald would ask. He knew that he had been shaken that day, and he had never felt that way before.

"Well...then I can think about it casually." Gerald glanced at the drama on TV, and the plot changed to another group of couples who were going through a marital crisis, "The reason why you don't want to say it is because you don't want me Know? In other words, there is no place for me in your future." He repeated the lines that came from the TV just now, without changing his expression.

It's good for you to watch less shitty TV shows.Solby wanted to say that, but he couldn't make a sound and could only shake his head.

"So there's me, oh, I'm so touched." Gerald pretended to wipe away tears, "We'll live here."

Thorby shook his head.Of course they will move, and once the organization leaves Naples, they have to pack their bags and leave that day.

"But we'll live together," Gerald went on.

Solby nodded.

"We'll have a lot of money." Gerald gestured. "A lot, a lot of money."

Of course.Solby thought.Their bosses have been generous, at least so far.

"Then we'll get out of here." Gerald put his hand on Solby's chest, he secretly unbuttoned Solby's shirt, put his hand in through the neckline, and felt the other person's heartbeat and breathing with his hands .

Solby neither shook his head nor nodded, but looked at Gerald with a puzzled expression.

Gerald looked him in the eyes, kept them, and sat down on Solby's lap.Lights fell from above his head, and his eyes were in the shadows.Solby liked his eyes, which, seen from this angle, were wet and the irises seemed to bleed color like liquid.

"I mean, we'll run away to a place where no one knows us." Gerald leaned against his ear, speaking in a breathy voice, as if he was trying to decipher a code.He was indeed deciphering the code, he felt Solby, and read the message that flashed across that face under layers of burial.He knew he was on point, at least close, and his heart pounded under his palm.

"One has to fantasize," said Thorby, his voice returning, and his heart beating steady again.

"Would you like to hear my fantasy?" Gerald pulled out the hem of his shirt, and the clips used to hold the shirt made a sound, and his knees were brought together and clamped on both sides of Solby's waist.

"Then you have to tell me well." Solby bit on Gerald's right earring. He bought a new one during the New Year, and it was in better condition than the original one.

A few days later, Sorby went into town to meet his informant, and returned through a gallery.That gallery is going out of business and is running a markdown.Hanging on the door face is a landscape painting. Solbey is not very knowledgeable about art, he only knows that it is an oil painting with relatively immature brushstrokes, like a student's work in an art school.But that painting was very to his liking. It was a natural scenery, a seaside he didn't know, the sea breeze was blowing the boats in the distance and the nearby trees, the sun was golden, and the sandy beach was as white as teeth.If the rest of their squad came, they would think it was a bad job.It doesn't contain any emotion, and it doesn't have much creativity. Even if you think about it for half an hour, it's hard to guess what the author wants to express—I'm afraid the author didn't think of anything when he drew this picture, maybe He just copied a photo.

But Solby had bought it by some mysterious act and hung it on the wall of his and Gerald's bedroom.They finally realized Illuso's sinister intentions when placing the full-length mirror, so they took advantage of the opportunity of hanging the picture to move the full-length mirror.

Gerald also took pictures of the hanging picture, and he converted one of the houses into a laboratory so he could develop his own film.In the past few days, Gerald has been dealing with the backlog of film, and after today's shooting, he also developed new photos.

At night, he sorted out all the photos, and there were hundreds of them.The tasks belong to the tasks, and then they will be destroyed, and the life belongs to the life. He has not yet figured out what to keep and how to save it.

Solbey sat on the sofa with him, flipping through the photos one by one, some were alone, some were photos of him and Gerald together, and quite a few were secretly taken, and he had no memory of them at all.He found a few pictures taken at Augustfest, of him standing on a balcony with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking past the lens of the camera at Gerald behind the camera.After flipping through a few photos, it was a photo of a party in the New Year's Eve. Meloni tried to find Prosciutto for a drink, but was drunk under the table; Holmaggio secretly took a cake from the refrigerator, and Bei West ate half of it first; he was painting Gerald's nail polish, and he remembered that Gerald was holding the camera in the air with one hand, laughing non-stop, his fingers were shaking, and Solbey was painting the nail polish. in the next picture, Gerald goes to kiss him, and he is too drunk to find where Solby's mouth is, and kisses him on the cheek, wet nail polish rubbing on Thor Bei's face was red and gleaming.

"We shouldn't be keeping these," he said.They are assassins without names or faces, and the marks they leave will one day turn into spears and stab each other black and blue.But Solbey couldn't continue to convince himself.Just in the morning, he bought the painting with his own hands, and it is now hanging on the wall of their bedroom, and he can see it every day when he wakes up.

"You're right." Gerald sat on him, absently kissing Solby's ear, rubbing his lips against the cartilage-covered skin, "We shouldn't be together either." He bit his ear Cartilage, while picking up a photo, which was posed just now.The two of them embraced and kissed in front of a vision of a white sand beach, with Solby looking at the camera with eyes open that seemed to say, "This is all mine."He put this photo in front of Solby's eyes, and his intentions were self-evident.

Sorby sighed, unable to refute, took the photo, put it together with other photos, and put it on the table.He pressed Gerald on the sofa, cupped his face in his hands, and kissed Gerald so hard that Gerald was starved of oxygen.His hand moved down to grab Gerald's neck, adding to the suffocation, and with the other hand he found the camera on the table, into which Gerald had put new film not so long ago.

He counted the time in his mind and let the other person go at the right time. Gerald's cardiopulmonary function is very good, but he has never been able to learn to breathe while kissing.Sorbey raised his body, held up the camera, and admired his masterpiece through the lens.Gerald's hair was thrown back, revealing a forehead with a scar from a shrapnel cut near the hairline, and his face was a foggy red from lack of oxygen and lust.This is the sweet and vulnerable side of Gerald that only Solby has seen.

Solbey turned on the continuous shooting mode without hesitation and pressed the shutter.

As it turned out, a roll of film didn't last very long, and the disabled camera was left on the table.They don't have time to change the film, the spring night is fleeting, and life is too short.

Gerald developed all the photographs, put them in envelopes, and tucked the envelopes into the back of the picture frame.Solby didn't know this, and when he looked at the painting in the future, he was actually looking at themselves.

That night, Gerald had a dream that the magic was real, and they were photographed passing through scenes, through their own homes, through the New Year's parties of the assassins, through the August Festival city At night, I finally went to the white sand beach.The sea breeze is blowing, the sun is golden, and the sand under your feet is as white as teeth.

Notes:

*Thank you for watching, see you next time.

*I don’t think it should be clarified in the end, but I don’t have confidence in my expressive ability, so I still write a small essay supplementary package:

- My Gerald is an optimistic pessimist. He knows that if he is an assassin in this life, he will not die well (after all, he was born in a bad environment), so Sorbey actually let him walk on this dead end with peace of mind. people.He knew very well that the best outcome for them was to die together.

- and Solby is more subtle.He went through what Gerald went through when he went into the underworld (including the realization that he had to die), but he was alone and his heart died because of it.However, when I met Gerald, Gerald's immaturity, including his redundant violence (smashing people's faces, abusing prisoners, even dissecting people and eating livers, these are for assassins whose goal is to kill people. Said, shamefully amateurish) gradually regained his sense of being alive.He seemed to return to his immature self because of Gerald's self-abandonment and the extreme romance born of this self-abandonment, and he was so infatuated with him that he suddenly didn't want to die with him.

- If Sorbet made Gerald happy to accept his own death, then Gerrard resurrected the immature Sorbet. He hoped that one day he might be able to leave this place with Gerrard and go to the A foreign land that people know, where they give each other new names.Solby knew it would always be a dream, but Gerald let him have it one last time.

- What Gerald shared with Solby was his past, the thing he cherished the most, the last proof of his past existence.

-Sorbey didn't tell about his past, but he bought that white-sand landscape that was his most forbidden desire—a future.

*A small addition:

The two minors are Gaccio and Bessie, the one who can't lift heavy objects is the too thin Meloni, and the master of human body strokes is Iluso.

*postscript

In fact, I have two plots I want to write, but they have nothing to do with this story, they are after their death.

One is that I think they were betrayed by an informant from the narcotics team.

The other was when Risut buried them, he asked for the two coffins to be buried together.

The steward of the cemetery asked who was in the two unnamed coffins.

——"A pair of desperate lovers."