fruit of heaven

This chapter contains a lot of information, and the names of several key people appear... Speaking of which, Elena’s name has appeared in the newspapers in the previous chapters. I don’t know who noticed it.

Next, the priest and a certain dork will come out one after another. In the first generation of guardians, Arnold has appeared indirectly many times. In fact, the last one to officially appear is Arnold. Don't ask me why, he is a behind-the-scenes BOSS. It is not too early to appear on the stage. Is it unreasonable? [.

In addition, if you look carefully, you will find that some of the inner complaints in this chapter G are slightly sharp...

In the end, I still failed to fulfill my promise to let Cozart appear in this chapter [Bumping the Ground] I will definitely appear in the next chapter! !Elena will too! !

By the way, I am getting more and more forgetful, and every time I remember to thank, I forget about TUT

Thank you very much for Chen Chen’s deep-water torpedoes, Yuli Zhinian’s landmines, Sejikong’s grenades, shrimp dumpling’s rocket launchers, Xi Ran’s (≧▽≦) (dear how should I complain about your reader’s name) mines, Gongxi Jieyang .The landmine of Shen Qing, the three mines of Shen Qing, and the landmine of being cute is a physical labor!Aww, let everyone spend money!

Sheila Vido got permission to open the door and walked into Minerva Bruni's bedroom.It was past dawn, but the blonde girl unexpectedly found Minerva still sitting at the desk with a kerosene lamp on.Different from her daytime attire, Minerva was wearing a long silk dress that didn't tie her waist, and didn't have much burden. It looked soft and comfortable.Her brown hair is no longer coiled, but naturally spread out over her shoulders, making her oval face look smaller.

Minerva Bruni suffered from insomnia, and Sheila knew that very well.So she pretended not to see the brown-haired woman almost hugging the incense burner on the table into her arms—it was something she got from China, including the spices inside, all of which were from the old housekeeper who had taken care of her since she was a child. Arranged by Guccio, it is said that it has a calming effect and can help her fall asleep.Sheila has always been not optimistic about those spices. In her opinion, Minerva's dependence on them is too serious, which can already be called an addiction.

"Sir," she stood in front of the desk without looking sideways, and Sheila reported to her: "Mr. Simon has already petitioned the Palermo government yesterday."

"Did Lorenzo send him away?" Minerva moved her right hand, and finally held the incense burner in her hand. The servants reminded her countless times that doing so might burn her hands, but she didn't think so. meaning.Only at this time, Sheila will be willing to believe that she is still a noble lady.

"Because you said hello in advance, Mr. Mayor asked the director of the government office to receive Mr. Simon." Sheila's emerald eyes rolled, and she deliberately chose words carefully, trying to describe the "Mr. Simon" in her mouth It's even more pitiful: "But they didn't give a clear answer to Mr. Simon's request. That is to say, Mr. Simon has been busy for two months, but he finally got stuck."

Minerva, who was holding the censer in both hands, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked up at her, as if mocking her with a pitiful tone that almost made a sigh.

"Invite him to have a cup of afternoon tea for me in two days." She ordered, "Let's inform Guccio, and send someone to bring Wendy over next month." "You don't plan to ask Miss to stay with Madam for a while?" Hearing the familiar name, Shira asked while paying attention to her expression.

Minerva answered lightly: "I don't trust her."

"Then I'll go and send a telegram to Butler Guccio now."

"Go."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another knock on the bedroom door.Minerva watched as Sila went to the door and opened it. After receiving something from the servant who knocked on the door, she turned back to the desk again.

"A letter from Mr. Myers."

"Burn." Minerva Bruni said in a cold tone before she finished her last syllable.She frowned, a look she seldom showed even when she was furious, as if she hated the names she heard: "Traitors are not allowed at Bruny Manor."

The blond girl with the envelope in her hands couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"Since it can be delivered, it means that it has passed the inspection of the Intelligence Bureau and there is no problem." She tried to persuade her, "You really don't plan to take a look? Mr. Mars is yours anyway..." "Sila? Vido, don’t make me repeat my instructions.” Before she could finish speaking, Minerva interrupted her bluntly, her gray-blue eyes staring straight at her figure, as if doing something. A final warning, "Don't forget who you are, you are not a maid."

It seems that there is no way.Sheila pursed her lips.

"As ordered, sir."

Meanwhile, in the small town of Torto Ridge, a few miles from the Bruny estate, Gatlin's father left him with only the kitchen light on. G is skillfully dicing the washed tomatoes and onions together, and frees up one hand to heat the oil in a hot pan.

"Devil?" He lighted a cigarette for himself in his busy schedule, read the word a little vaguely, and then held the cigarette with his left hand, and skillfully stir-fried the onions with his right hand, frowning slightly habitually: "This kind of Stuff...the only thing I've heard of is Satan in "Paradise Lost", so hell seems to be related to Satan?"

The onion dices were fragrant, so he quickly took them out of the pan, and then put the pork stuffing into the pan and stir-fried them, "Isn't there also in Greek mythology... like Medusa, who overestimated her ability to compare her beauty with the goddess of wisdom, but was killed The centaur cursed by the goddess. By the way, I remember the name of the Duke of Bruni is Athena (Minerva)?"

He quickly added tomato dices and a few tablespoons of tomato sauce to the pot, and finally sprinkled some seasoning, and he made a pot of tomato meat sauce.The spatula scooped up the sauce and poured it on a plate of macaroni that had been prepared in advance. He deliberately shoveled some more to pour the whole plate of macaroni thoroughly before turning around and coming to the dining table. He put the plate on the table and waited for a long time. before Giotto.

Pulling away the chair opposite him and sitting down, G raised one arm and put it on the back of another chair beside him, slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and asked him, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Giotto is the only one who can think of coming to him for supper at this time, G thought.But he didn't keep Giotto waiting too long. Macaroni Bolognese is the dish that G cooks most often and the fastest, and it just so happens that Giotto also likes it the most.

In fact, until now, G still can't figure out why Giotto likes macaroni bolognese. This food is cheap and simple, and it is something that commoners almost get tired of eating.The first time he cooked for Giotto was macaroni, when Giotto was six years old and living with his parents in Torto Ridge.No one in the town did not know the Vengley family. The Vengley couple owned several factories that were few in Sicily at that time. They were quite rich, but they lived in a small town like Tortolic like commoners.Giotto had lived a life not much different from the boys in the town since he was a child. He would come home dirty from playing all day long, as if he had just rolled in muddy water.

G remembers the first time he made Giotto's macaroni, and worried that the kid from a rich family would be a picky eater.Unexpectedly, Giotto just looked at him with his gentle and harmless eyes like reindeer, and asked politely: "Can you put a little more tomato sauce?"

In this regard, Giotto is much easier to kill than Lamborghini Monto, G can't help thinking.He cooked Lambo too, but he swore he wouldn't want to do it a second time—no one would.

"I remember Greer said something similar," Giotto's voice pulled G's thoughts back.The blond youth had already picked up the fork and began to enjoy the macaroni with tomato bolognese, which in his opinion was extremely delicious. Dussa's hair. In addition, there seems to be an afterimage of the sinful horn and heel bone."

Complicated nouns trickled into his ears one after another, and G frowned a little more tightly: "Gler said this kind of thing? But wasn't he a gold sculptor before he became a blacksmith? He should have heard a lot of this kind of thing." Let's talk about it."

Giotto nodded, and then hastily ate some more macaroni.He was starving, and after leaving Bruni Manor, he went to Catania to inquire about the eye that Chaoli Yuyue had mentioned.

"G," Giotto said suddenly after eating most of the plate of macaroni, "Duke Bruni is a sorcerer."

The thoughtless sentence almost choked the red-haired young man who was smoking a cigarette a second ago: "Warlock?"

"Didn't the godfather also say that they are the kind of warlocks who can create hallucinations. In the Middle Ages, they were called wizards, and they were slaughtered on a large scale because they were regarded as alien... They gradually disappeared. But I I have also heard many rumors that the surviving warlocks have been used by the governments of various countries or black forces. In other words, warlocks do still exist."

G put out the cigarette butt, staring intently at Giotto who continued to eat the macaroni.Although as one of Tom Monto's many godsons, G, like most of his other godsons, does not often deal with him, but because of his close relationship with Giotto, G still knows a lot about Tom.Of course he knew that Tom Monto's deceased wife, who was also Sapphire's mother, was a wizard.Although G never believed it.He preferred to believe that she was just a Jew who knew something about prophecy.

Thinking of this, he reached out and pressed his temple: "Why do you think she is a warlock?"

"The time Tom and the others were arrested, she was dressed as a major on the ship, and I didn't recognize her at all," Giotto told him.This question had troubled Giotto until he heard Sierra Vido bring up the demon's curse on the Bruni family, and he has now been able to find a reasonable explanation: "And two days ago, she shook hands with Mike. At that time, even Mike didn't find out that she was a woman. I thought, maybe the Bruni family was originally a wizard noble. Everyone in the parliament knew this fact, so they rushed to take away her power."

"It makes sense." Even though he thought it sounded absurd, G still accepted the statement, "But if this is the case, things will be troublesome."

"Don't think too much." Giotto could hear the reluctance in his tone, so he raised his head and smiled at him, trying to comfort him: "I will write to Xie Pila, she should be more clear about this."

After finishing speaking, Giotto stuffed a big mouthful of macaroni pasta into his mouth, puffing his cheeks and praised: "Your skills are getting better and better, G."

This way of diverting attention was less serious than before, G glared at him, expressing that he was not happy about it at all, and directly demolished him.

Shepira was a friend of Sapphire's mother, but G had suspected that they were sisters—at least by blood, because Shepira was also a wizard.To be honest, G never liked them, and if it weren't for the fact that they were both kind and mild-tempered women, he can guarantee that he would not even deal with them.He is an atheist and does not believe in gods or devils.At the same time, he still has a little traditional Sicilian concept: he doesn't like foreigners, especially Jews, even if he doesn't think they all have sinister horns on their heads like the legend.

"Alright." In the end, G decided to put the matter aside for the time being, and changed the subject: "By the way, how did you convince Luigi to agree with Gino to work in the factory? I heard from Julia that he even Bought a harvester and brought it home."

"I told Luigi that he was right. Landlords can still live in the manor today because they hold on to the land and food, so if Luigi persists, he will surely enjoy the land and wealth for generations like them." Regarding his Forgiving Giotto was obviously very happy. While holding the fork, he forked up the last bit of macaroni on the plate and smeared the remaining tomato sauce on the plate, recalling in a rather regretful tone, "Luigi suddenly said : 'The damn landowners will disappear sooner or later', and then walked away in a huff."

"...well, you know what Luigi hates the most is the landlord." G was silent for a long time before taking his words, watching him eat up the whole plate of macaroni.Sometimes G also wonders whether it is true that Mike came up with all the tricks that the boys in the town used to play tricks on girls when they were young. His clever mind is used in the right way.

Just when he was distracted, Giotto had already picked up the dishes and came to the sink to boil water to wash the dishes: "I heard that a young couple named Simon moved to the town?" "It shouldn't be a couple, they are too young , the two children they brought are probably adopted.” G didn’t stop him, and was still sitting at the dining table, but after Giotto’s mention, he remembered something: “He seems to be a good person, that Cozart? Simon It's Lily's nephew. Speaking of which...he seems to have visited the governments of all regions of Sicily in the past two months."

After a pause, Giotto turned off the tap reflexively, and turned to look at him: "The government that has traveled all over the region?"

"Ah, for the sake of the Cherny family." As he said that, G took out another cigarette, bit the cigarette butt with his lips lightly, fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while and took out the lighter: "It seems to mean that Simon and the others are from the card. They moved here from Tania. You also know the situation in Catania, the Czerny family is basically going to toss it into ruins after the war, but the government has completely ignored it."

Giotto turned on the faucet again, looked back at the plate in his hand, and slowly washed it clean, "The storm of residents uniting against the Mafia in the past two years also started in Catania."

"Yes, it was still owned by the Domazuo family at that time. I remember Long Xiang mentioned that the one who first caused the problem was..." After a pause, smoke slowly overflowed from his lips and teeth, G narrowed his eyes slightly, "Wait a minute , that woman... I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Which one?"

"Lives with Cozart Simon."

Giotto put the cleaned dishes in the cupboard.

"I have half a day off tomorrow, do you want to visit together?" He returned to the dining table, met the gaze of the red-haired young man, and suggested with a smile, "But before that, I have to go to Paul's house first."

☆, Trippi's Encounter

The author has something to say: it has been fixed. ——2014.1.4

Another early morning to catch a bug and make a fake update...

Yesterday I was stuck at the place where Elena played OTZ, I was on the 25th, um, I will get my college entrance examination results tomorrow, and then I will fill in my volunteer application... so I will update in the past few days

The situation is not stable, all kinds of restlessness. Please bless you on the 25th!In addition, my good friend Ah Chen started the high school entrance examination today. I know that the high school entrance examinations in various provinces are also concentrated during this period, so I wish you all the best in the high school entrance examination, and you will be able to perform well!Of course, there are also various final exams, everyone should work hard! RP+MAX! !

Well, the whole house will be occupied by our own people in the future.I finally let Cozart and Elena play (≧▽≦)/

In the last chapter, I made complaints about G people and wives, you are too much!Usually when the room is full of men and women, the men stay at the dining table chatting while the women go to the kitchen to cook... Look how much G respects women!Is there equality between men and women?

The second chapter of the next chapter begins!This time it will be Giotto who strikes first...but he will leave Minerva with a retreat that is good for everyone.

Also... Giotto's next mental monologue is: Although she herself is not as cute as her name sounds.

Paul is a fruit grower on a landowner's estate in the small town of Tripi.Tripi is very close to Torto Ridge, the town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the landowner almost owns the entire hill, but let Paul live with his wife and two daughters in a small dilapidated house next to the orchard at the foot of the mountain .When the winter was cold, the Paul family had to live with their livestock. All along, they were not only oppressed by the landlord, but also often had their wages deducted for various far-fetched reasons.

Giotto would often visit Paolo with food such as fresh bread and roast chicken. It looked as if he had just bought food from the market and passed by their house, but in fact he would always come when Paul and his wife left the house for work , and gave the purchased things to Paul's two young daughters for food sharing. G has said more than once that the appearance of Giotto stuffing the paper bag full of food to the two little girls is exactly the same as the priest who distributes sweets to the children in church on Sunday.

However, this time, the first reaction of the two girls when they saw Giotto was not expecting to know what food he brought today. "Giotto!" Paola, the younger sister of the twin girls, trotted up to Giotto, stretched out her arms, held up an old wallet in her hand, and told him eagerly, "I found a wallet under my pillow." It should have been dropped by the red-haired gentleman who just came to deliver the milk, can you bring it to him for me?"

"Why did you leave the wallet under the pillow?" Giotto squatted down to hold the girl's shoulders so that she would not be so anxious. After blurting out a question, he suddenly understood something, so he smiled and promised her: "Okay, I'll help you." You bring it to him. A gentleman with red hair? How long has he been away?"

"He just left not long ago," Chiara, the elder sister who had already run to G's side who was still standing at the door, rushed to answer.She liked G better as a baby, perhaps also because she always liked to pull at his fiery red hair: "Red hair, brown hat, tall, wearing a jacket."

Due to the request of the two sisters, Giotto and G had to give up their plan to stay longer.Giotto could guess why they did this. More than once, he heard Paul blame the Chiara sisters for eating the food Giotto sent. Paul always thought that they should not owe Giotto too much.So before leaving this time, Giotto made an excuse to go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, and "accidentally" left two bags of food in the kitchen.

"It seems that you will have to find ways to make excuses in the future," G glanced at Giotto's empty hands when he came out of the manor, "They have learned how to politely decline your kindness."

"Paul's family can't be hungry all the time." Giotto was always very insistent on this issue, but he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth after saying this, and his golden-brown eyes didn't bring up this topic as usual His eyes dimmed like that at the time: "If Paul knew that the red-haired gentleman left the wallet, he might find the food more acceptable to him."

G frowned, "You mean, that person dropped the wallet on purpose?"

"I think so," Giotto's tone changed slightly, but it was indeed lighter than usual.He found it impossible not to smile, and from the moment he got the wallet, he was looking forward to meeting the kind red-haired man: "After all, I've never seen anyone leave a wallet under a pillow, unless he's the master."

"Then you are in a good mood now," G quickly noticed that he was in a good mood, and G also rarely loosened the frown between his eyebrows, trying to use his so-called "funny" to make a joke: "It's because someone is better than you." Make it more exaggerated?"

The smile in the eyes of the blond-haired young man really got stronger. He deliberately put away his smile and corrected him solemnly: "Because there are people who are willing to lend a helping hand to those in need."

They were walking on the widest street in Trippi Town, and Paola had told them that the red-haired gentleman lived in Torto Ridge, so he must pass by here.Soon, they found that person—there were only a handful of red-haired youths in the town, and the flamboyant color was too conspicuous.

"Hey! The one with the red hair!" G took the lead in shouting at the figure who was a few meters away from them.

The other party stopped half a second later, and when he turned around, his expression was still a little confused, as if he was just distracted.He looked about the same age as G, tall and thin, with a thin face, his nose was slightly higher than the average Sicilian, and the color of his eyes made him look like two glasses of red wine.He has a plain and gentle appearance, and looks easy to deal with.

Stopping in front of him, Giotto took out the old wallet in his hand, and without saying hello, he first explained with a smile: "Your wallet was left at Paul's house."

"...Yeah." The red-haired young man was taken aback for a moment. After seeing the wallet in his hand, his wine-red eyes dimmed. Through the wallet: "That's it. Thank you so much."

Giotto held back the smile that was about to emerge from the corner of his mouth, and met his gaze questioningly.The red-haired young man seemed to understand what he meant, and he couldn't help but smiled apologetically: "Paul's family has been bullied by the landlord, I can't stand it, that's why I left my wallet there."

This answer finally made Giotto smile reassuringly.He turned his head and looked at G beside him, implying that his guess was right. "Ah, so that's the case, then it seems that we are meddling." Then Giotto looked at the red-haired young man in front of him, pointing his thumb back in the direction of Paul's house, "But don't worry, we have just 'Leaving' the bought food at Paul's house."

After hearing this, the red-haired young man was startled, then looked into his golden-brown eyes, looked at him knowingly and smiled.

"My name is Giotto, Giotto Vongola. This is G, my friend." At this time, Giotto introduced himself and G without haste, and stretched out his hand to the young man: "Nice to meet you. "

He helped the crooked beret on his head, and the other party shook hands with him with a friendly smile: "I'm Cozart Simon." "So it's Mr. Simon, the new resident of Tortolich? What a coincidence Yes, we were just going to visit." When G was still slightly surprised by his name, Giotto had already reacted from the brief surprise, and naturally tilted his head and smiled at Cozart: "Yes Call you Cozart?"

"Of course. I also heard people in the town mention Giotto, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Cozart Simon didn't seem to feel anything wrong with Giotto's familiar personality, and even followed his previous actions, Thumbs back pointing to the small town of Tortoridge, he invited them with a smile: "Would you like to have lunch together?"

Now G has confirmed that the two men have developed a good impression of each other because of each other's "leaving things at Paul's house", and they have become relaxed and comfortable friends before they really get to know each other.

They walked back to the small town of Tortoridge, chatting a lot along the way.

"I heard you moved here from Catania?"

"Yes, I originally lived in the town of Ed, which is where the residents' uprising first occurred two years ago. But at that time, I had already left Sicily."

"Then, later..."

"Last Christmas I came back to Ed. I have friends still there. It was bad and one of my friends passed away so I moved temporarily to Torto with her baby and two mates Rich."

"I'm very sorry."

"No, it's nothing. For Catania, this is not the worst." Shaking his head slowly, Cozat sighed softly, the pair of wine-red eyes hidden in the shadows under the brim of the hat glowed Gradually faded, replaced by slightly tired eyes: "During this time, I tried to petition the governments of various regions in Sicily, but it didn't work."

"Only the blindness of the government will make most people really desperate." Giotto looked away from the side of his face.He knows it all too well.It will never be poverty or life-threatening bullets that make people desperate, but the government's indifference.Because poverty, disasters and dangers will never completely disappear, people choose the government in the hope that such an organization with power can protect the life, livelihood, freedom and property of the vast majority of people.This default system is originally a rule closer to equality to get rid of the law of the jungle in primitive society, so once the balance maintained by this rule is broken—that is, when the government cannot fulfill its duties, people have to return to it. To the original state, use violence that ignores the rules to overthrow the original regime, and then re-establish new rules.

The Sicilians did it.In other words, the establishment of any new kingdom relies on this method.

"I also tried to contact the government of Florence—and the government at a higher level, but I didn't get a response." Cozart was noncommittal to his words, and it was obvious that he still had a glimmer of hope for the current government of Sicily, "Originally, I was I think that if the administrative environment in Sicily is improved, it may be possible to curb the atrocities of the Mafia to a certain extent.”

"I've thought about it before, but it won't work." Giotto was thinking of Minerva Bruni, who was convinced that no matter how hard he tried in this direction, he would have no effect: "The current Sicilian government is a mess. , Kozart. They don’t understand Sicily and cannot control the Sicilians, so they rely on the long-established hegemony of the Mafia to consolidate their ruling position, and turn a blind eye to all atrocities. The existence of the Mafia and order There is also no way to eradicate it, so if you want to achieve the effect of dredging the bottom... What you really need is not to improve the existing administrative environment of the government."

Giotto certainly thought so.At this time they had come to the streets of the small town of Tortoridge, and he occasionally greeted the acquaintances who came oncoming.He knew G was looking at him, and Cozart looked at him too.Giotto had never said these words before, and the implied meaning was too obvious and bold. He thought that G could not believe that he would actually say these words to Cozart, whom he had known for less than half an hour.But Giotto is very sure, he believes that Cozart thinks the same as himself, and it can be seen from his expression.It's just that the two of them didn't express their thoughts. After all, it was too risky, and they haven't met the right time yet.

"Only Sicilians can manage themselves." After a long silence, Cozart muttered to himself.

Cozart lives on the east side of Torto Ridge, the exact opposite of where G lives.Kozart pushed open the door, and was about to turn his head to say something to Giotto and G, when his attention was first attracted by a touch of gold in front of the coffee table in the living room.

"Huh? Elena?" He was obviously a little unexpected.

Giotto and G also followed his gaze.Sitting in front of the coffee table was a young woman. She was wearing a thin long dress favored by girls in the town. It was dark green and the cut was simple and dignified. With her fair skin and golden curly hair docilely draped over her shoulders, she made her It looked as dazzling as a golden cornflower.She has a beautiful oval face that makes people feel close, with soft features, coral-colored lips with a serene smile, and eyes as blue as the vast sea, soft and gentle.

"Kozart." Still holding a cup of black tea in her hand, she just stood up, nodded slightly to Kozart, then turned her gaze to the two people behind him, with a smile in her eyes: "So you have a guest today Woolen cloth."

The red-haired young man who was still standing at the door hadn't recovered yet, "Why did you suddenly...?"

"I'm going to visit Mi...Minnie, so I'll stop by and see you first." After explaining, Elena gently put down her teacup, folded her hands naturally in front of her body, and waited for him to introduce the two guests. "What a surprise." Cozart finally reacted, and invited the two people behind him into the room sideways, and introduced them: "Giotto, G, this is Elena, my friend. These two are Giotto and G, a friend I just met."

The blond beauty's eyes lingered briefly on Giotto's face, and she didn't panic or act rudely because of the flame-like tattoo on G's right cheek.She raised the corner of her skirt, made a simple curtsy, and smiled at them friendly: "Nice to meet you."

G nodded in response. He had never been as good at dealing with people as Giotto, and he didn't like those elaborate etiquette habits.And Giotto had already stepped forward, and under the surprised gazes of the other three people in the room, he bent down and bowed to Elena, took her hand and kissed her politely.This is a standard gentleman's etiquette, and only nobles are used to treating ladies like this.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Elena." Giotto raised his eyes and looked at Elena, with a smile on his lips, a sly light flashed in his golden-brown eyes, but he was friendly without any malice: "I think you should I'm more used to this way of greeting."

He didn't directly state Elena's identity, but this sentence was enough for the people present to understand.Giotto is also thankful for his habit of flipping through newspapers. At least he didn’t miss the photo of the only daughter of the Duke of Tonatore in front of him. At the same time, he also knew that she was a top student at the Academy of Florence and donated her property to welfare many times. Poor children in the yard.It's hard not to be impressed with beauty and intelligence all concentrated in one kind woman.

"So," another voice sounded. They followed the voice and saw a petite girl coming out of the kitchen—she looked about the same age as Cozart, with brown hair combed into a ponytail on her shoulders. The common dress of girls in the world, and the unique deep and beautiful facial features of Sicilian women.There were three steaming cups of tea on the tray she was carrying, and her warm brown eyes turned to look at Cozat: "Are you going to tell me that I have to cook a big meal at noon today, Kozat? "

"Ah, Carreline—" Cozart hurried up to take the tray, smiled at her apologetically, and whispered to her, "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

The girl named Carreline didn't have a good face to show him. She simply introduced herself to Giotto and G before telling them: "It's not a big problem, but I think lunch will be half an hour later than usual."

Elena wanted to offer to help her, and Giotto reflexively wanted to help, but G rubbed his temples and stopped them both: "Let me go. I didn't let the woman cook, just leave Men's habits in the living room." After a pause, he looked at Caroline again, and added in a reassuring tone: "And my cooking skills are not too bad."

He patted Giotto on the shoulder, which reminded Giotto that G had said the night before that he seemed to have seen Carreline somewhere.So Giotto followed G's words and said with a smile: "I can also testify to this. G's craftsmanship is very good."

While saying this, Giotto's rapidly spinning head was thinking about other issues.

For example... I hope he wasn't overwhelmed, the "Minnie" in Elena's mouth really sounds like a duke's nickname.

☆、Tolerance in private

The author has something to say:

Has been repaired. ——2014.1.4

Another morning to catch a mistake and update it >

The college entrance examination failed, the comprehensive essay score was ten points higher than usual, the total score was only 32 points higher than the first book, and only 160 out of [-] liberal arts candidates... It is difficult to find a school, but it is almost done .Today, when I was discussing with my father about finalizing my major, my father wanted to persuade me to pay more attention to Chinese language and literature, saying that it would help me in my writing in the future, and maybe I could survive... I just told him not to think about it. I have always regarded writing as a hobby rather than a tool for making money. Besides, I only write what I want to write, and what I want to write is usually cold subjects. I am not good at writing cold subjects, so it is impossible to survive. OTZ, in fact, this is also my current concept of writing. I just want to keep this hobby for a lifetime. Of course, it would be best if I can communicate more with readers around the story.So no matter how it develops in the future, I will still treat this as a hobby and write down the stories I want to write.I am really grateful for having you with me along the way, the key is that I am stupid and don’t know how to express to you, so I just shrink back and communicate with you who are destined to me in the text below.Because I always like to write cold articles, so I don’t want to force everyone to leave a message, mine, please join me, I will write and write, you can read it if you like it, and leave a message to communicate when you are happy, it is a very pleasant thing.I just hope that if you don't like or hate me as a person, then just ignore me