My years as a menswear boss

"In Rome, there are only four times of the year that are lively: Carnival, Easter, Eucharist, and St. Peter's Day."

Jiqiu walked ahead, leading Albert and Franz through the crowd, "During the rest of the time, the townspeople are just living repeated days, if you come on days other than festivals, you will find They have very different attitudes."

Albert watched the tall and thin young man politely accepting the violets handed to him by a beautiful woman, and couldn't help joking, "Mr. Rosie is very popular with girls."

"Sometimes I wish I could stand out from the crowd." Jiqiu put on the blue-faced fangs mask in her hand. In order not to be short beside the two big boys, she specially wore three-inch high-rise boots.

"Why?" Albert asked puzzled, and he scratched his cheeks a little embarrassedly, "I was looking forward to meeting a beautiful woman in Italy, so that I could provide some talking points for my friends in Paris. .”

"If you're just looking for someone to have a good night with, you might be disappointed here. Italian women like mature and handsome men, and basically don't choose young children, with only a few exceptions. Eyes." Jiqiu pinned the violet to her chest as a brooch.

"But...Mr. Rosie doesn't seem to belong to the type that Italian women would fall in love with."

Franz said that he felt that he and his friends were standing next to the young man, and that Mr. Rosie was the only one in the eyes of all the women.

"And I'm the exception." Jiqiu's confident voice came from under the mask.

"Then our trip is fruitless?" Albert said rather annoyed.

"That's not necessarily true." Jiqiu stretched out his fingers and made a silent gesture, "The difference between Italian women and French women is that if they have a lover, they will only choose a fixed lover, and they will rarely betray their lover. Spend the spring night with others. This can be regarded as a different kind of loyalty."

She raised her finger and pointed in one direction, "Look there, there are many sweet ladies. They don't like to be hanged on a tree, and they will divide their love into many shares. Of course, they don't mind paying attention to you guys. body."

Albert and Franz looked in the direction of Jiqiu's finger. They were a group of young and beautiful girls, all of whom were pretty and cute, which was pleasing to the eye.

Under Jiqiu's gesture, the two boys who pretended to be veterans mustered up the courage to walk up to the girls and tried to strike up a conversation with them, and soon the girls also responded, expressing their willingness to play with them.

Jiqiu sat in an open-air tavern not far away, ordered a glass of beer for himself, and looked at the young men and women not far away.

She had to admit that although Albert's father was her father's enemy, Albert was indeed a good boy, with all the vanity of a boy of this age, but not annoying.

"Are you finished?" Ji Qiu watched the two boys walking towards her and asked with a smile.

"They agreed to our invitation, and we agreed to meet on Burnt Field West Street." Franz was in a good mood when he met the girl he liked.

"Oh? Let me guess, you're dating the lady with thick black curly hair, you've been staring at her since the beginning." Jiqiu rubbed his chin and said.

Franz felt shy, and his little thoughts were seen through, "Yes, I thought she was a Greek, who knew she was a real Roman beauty."

"What about you, Albert?" Jiqiu looked at another boy who didn't say a word, "One of the girls is very interested in you, if you show your favor, she will agree."

"Those ladies are all very likable, but I can never forget the girl I met that night. Her face is always lingering in my mind." Albert said dejectedly.

Jiqiu immediately realized that he was talking about Haidee. She was a little curious about Dantès' intentions. After all, Albert was the son of her who killed his father and enemy. Fernand's current status was obtained by stepping on the corpse of Governor Ali. Haiide must wish to smash him into pieces.

"Maybe you will meet again." Jiqiu took a sip from the wine glass, hiding the smile on her lips. She also looked forward to the scene where Dantès arranged for them to meet again.

"Thank you, Mr. Rosie." Albert had a simple smile on his face. He felt that Mr. Rosie was really the kind of person pursued by the upper class. He was young, handsome, wealthy, considerate, and famous. Yuanyang has everything that a girl expects from her future husband.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Roman Theater. The real carnival doesn't start until the evening, and the daytime is just a warm-up." Jiqiu patted Albert on the shoulder, motioning him to follow.

Dantès specially prepared a carriage for them. During the Roman Carnival, all the carriages had been booked, and it was very difficult to rent a carriage. Fortunately, his own carriage was very rich.

During the carnival, few people are willing to watch the opera, so there is no need to book tickets early.

"Only at this time, we can choose the best box." Jiqiu said after buying the tickets, and she handed the ticket stubs to Albert and Franz, "The tickets for this theater are different every year. Collection significance, some tourists even set aside a day in a year to watch a play at the Lillero Theater."

Albert looked down at the exquisite theater tickets in his hand. He likes to collect all kinds of weird things, and this stuff just fits his preferences. "It seems that for the theater tickets, I may have to come to Rome once a year."

"It's just time to experience Rome at different times." Jiqiu walked to the box and poked his head out to look at the empty seats below. "Fortunately, we caught up. It is estimated that the actors will also go to the carnival next time."

Albert looked around the sparsely populated theater. He noticed that there seemed to be people in the third row of boxes, and a curvaceous figure was vaguely shown. He couldn't help but think, 'What kind of girl is this? When I go to the opera alone. '

Singing is a famous Italian opera troupe, they are performing the first opera "Daphne" in history, and the performers are all dressed in Greek costumes.

Because it is a fairy tale, all the actors are very delicate and beautiful, whether it is the fairy Daphne or the sun god Apollo.

The audience not far away seemed to be infected by the story, poking their heads out of the box.

Albert withdrew his gaze from the stage. He looked towards the box that made the movement, and found that the girl was a bit like the beauty he had met that night, but they were far away, and Albert could not see clearly.

"What's the matter?" Jiqiu put down the binoculars and saw Albert leaning forward with his head poking around.

"I seem to have met that girl." Albert looked a bit hesitant. He was afraid that he might have mistaken her, so he didn't dare to bother her.

'Is Haidee here too? Jiqiu squinted her eyes and looked to the other side. Her eyesight was better than that of ordinary people, and it was easy to see the girl's face. It was indeed the person she thought.

"It's a little far away, and I can't see clearly." Jiqiu said apologetically, she picked up the binoculars, "Why don't you try using this?"

"Wouldn't that be a little rude?" said Albert.

Before he could react, the girl shrank back into the box again and stopped showing her head.

"Pfft, now you don't have to choose." Franz covered his mouth and smiled.

"You can write to her, and the waiter will pass it on to you." Jiqiu offered a feasible suggestion, "This place is different from Paris, you can be bolder."

Albert scratched his hair, followed Jiqiu's suggestion, and wrote a letter. In the end, he didn't sign his signature, but wrote a meeting place, "...I will tie a grandmother's belt on my hand when I get there. A green ribbon, by which I can be identified."

"Good luck." Jiqiu ate a small cookie provided by the theater, and it tasted good.

"Why don't you write your name?" asked Franz.

"Because I don't want to rely on my noble status to win a woman's heart, I want to rely on my charm to win her heart."

Albert originally wanted to reveal his identity, but he changed his mind when he saw Jiqiu, who was dressed in ordinary clothes and was still loved by many beautiful women.

Jiqiu didn't care about Albert's inner thoughts. She felt that if the girl wasn't Haidee, his invitation letter was probably the fate of being "forgotten" on the table.

After leaving the theatre, the three of them ushered in the peak of the carnival, the atmosphere was already heated up, and the men and women held each other's arms and danced freely.

Facing the carnival at night, the three people have different thoughts, Jiqiu doesn't care, Franz is looking forward to it, and Albert is apprehensive. He is afraid that the girl is not the one he wants to see, and even more afraid that he will do this. Everything is self-indulgent, and there is no one there.

"We're going to part here, looking for our own dance partners. When we're done, we'll gather in the carriage at the corner of Browning Street."

Jiqiu clapped her hands, and she took off the withered violets from her body and crushed them into the flower bed beside her.

Albert secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Jiqiu's move at least avoided the possibility of him making a fool of himself in front of his friends.

Even though Franz looked worried, he waved him away, "I will always be in the crowd and will not go to remote places, so don't worry about me."

Jiqiu watched the figures of the two disappear into the sea of ​​people. She put on her mask and prepared to go back. She got up early in the past few days and was a little sleepy now. She wanted to go back to the carriage to sleep and wait for them to come back.

"Master." Haide's voice sounded from behind.

Jiqiu turned her head, she was a little helpless, "I don't know what you and Dad are plotting, don't worry about me, you just let go and do it."

Haidee looked at the young man's clean eyes and felt a little complicated. She put on the hood of her cloak and rushed to the place she had agreed with Albert.