Roses for Rosalind

In the past few days, Benvolio seemed to have suddenly made up his mind. Every day when Romeo opened the door, he greeted Romeo with a smile and forced him out.No matter how reluctant Romeo is, Benvolio can always use all means to achieve his goal in the end.He took Romeo to the favorite places of young ladies such as the Opera House. It seemed that he really wanted to let Romeo "indulge his eyes and see more of this world" as he said. The beauty of the world".

"Your beauty is like the sun in the sky," said Benvolio at the door of St. Peter's Theater, kissing a young lady he had just met.His lips touched the back of her hand lightly, and it fell apart as soon as he touched it, but his hand kept holding the young lady's hand and did not let go: "...and my eyes are almost burned by it."

The young lady's face was flushed, and she gave Benvolio a quick, furtive look from under her eyelashes, with an irresistible shyness and joy in her eyes.

Romeo crossed his arms and leaned against a marble pillar, watching Benvolio and the beauty * boredly.He took a deep breath and weighed his toes impatiently.Benvolio glanced at him, smiled and said something to the beauty, and pointed in Romeo's direction.The beauty also took a look here, bowed her head and whispered something to Benvolio, and finally left reluctantly.

"Another pure girl who fell into your clutches?" Romeo raised his eyebrows and said to Benvolio, who was walking towards him with a smile.

"God bless this innocent lamb," said Benvolio, crossing himself with an innocent look on his face.

"...Okay." Romeo stood up "tsk" and patted the dust on his pants: "Now you can finally let me go?"

"Still not interested?" Benvolio looked at him in disbelief: "We have seen more than a dozen beauties in the past few days, right? None of you are tempted? Is your heart Is it made of iron and stone?"

"...It's useless, Benvolio." Romeo scratched his hair with a headache: "Listen to me, stop wasting our time."

"How could it be a waste of time!" Benvolio hammered him on the shoulder disapprovingly: "This only shows that you haven't seen enough! We can change places tomorrow, um... Let me think about it... Brelazer Plaza might be a good choice."

"Benvolio," Romeo sighed, "I know you mean well, but I..."

He glanced forward inadvertently, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar figure.The man was wearing a cloak that was a little too big for her, and was walking alone on the street not far away, and disappeared at the corner of the street after a while.

"...Then it's settled," Benvolio was still chattering on the sidelines: "Tomorrow we will change places..."

"Benvolio," Romeo interrupted him, "I have something to do suddenly, so I will go first."

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Rosie supported her knees, staring at the cat on the low wall in front of her with a serious face.

This cat is pure black, with no stray hairs on its body.With its sleek fur and shiny golden eyes, it didn't look like a wild cat at all.

But the strangeness is also strange here. In medieval Europe, black cats were regarded as symbols of evil and ominousness, and were often associated with witches.People believe that black cats are also the incarnation of the devil, spreading diseases and plagues, and bringing misfortune to those who see them.Therefore, if ordinary people see a black cat, let alone take it home to raise it, it is already considered very kind if they don't catch it and beat it to death.But although the black cat in front of him couldn't be called fat and strong, he definitely couldn't be called thin.It didn't have any scars on its body, and it didn't rush to escape when it saw Rosie, but squatted lazily on the wall, its golden eyes quietly looked at the human in front of it, and its long tail hung down. Come down and lean against the wall softly.

"Hello," Rosie turned her head left and right to see if there was no one there, and lowered her voice cautiously: "Hello?"

The tip of the black cat's tail moved.

"Hello?"

"..."

"ciaos?"

"..."

The black cat looked at her silently, its golden eyes narrowed slightly, and it put on a typical "fish-lipped human, what are you doing, you are so annoying".Rosie rubbed her nose and muttered softly, "Is it just an ordinary cat..."

If it were before, she would never believe in these strange things.But after she personally experienced this time travel, Rosie subconsciously became awed by such things.So although she also felt that she was stupid for doing this, Rosie couldn't help but leaned over to talk to the black cat. "Sesame paste," she casually named the black cat, and said half-jokingly, "Say something to hear?"

"Sissy."

"...Damn it!!" He actually spoke! ! !Rosie was so frightened that she took several big steps back, and slammed into a solid wall of warm flesh behind her.

Kazapa firmly stabilized the bodies of the two, and reached out to help her up.He looked down at Rosie who was still in shock in his arms: "What's wrong?"

"...you scared me to death!" Rosie's eyes widened and her heart was beating fast: "Why do you make no sound when you walk!"

"Of course, it's just that you didn't notice it." Kazapa glanced at the black cat watching them silently, and frowned.The latter glanced at him lazily, got up and walked away slowly.

"I really thought it was the witch's black cat or something... I'm so disappointed." Rosie curled her lips.She twisted her body and broke away from Kasapa's hands that had been on her shoulders: "Next time, walk louder... Thank you."

... How loud do you have to be when you walk?Walk with drums and gongs?

Kazapa looked down at her and saw that she was biting her lower lip with one small white tooth in annoyance, loss and confusion mixed with a bit of embarrassment and embarrassment flashed in her bright green eyes.He paused, nodded his head and said yes.

"Why don't you run away when you see a black cat?"

"It's just a cat," Rosie waved her hand, and replied, "But then again, this place is quite remote...Why do you come here?"

Speaking of this, Rosie silently complained in her heart, the frequency of the two of them seems to be a bit high.They met on the mountain at the beginning, and the first time they met on the street after Kazapa came back to Verona, and today it happened again... This kind of rebellion that only the hero and heroine of romance novels can have What's the matter with the frequency of encounters in the sky? Hey! ∑q(Д)p

"I saw you on the street, so I followed you." Kasapa replied honestly.

...Do you have my radar sensor installed on you, boy! =mouth=!

Luo Zhendi Xi suddenly had a bad premonition, as witty as she (...) decided to follow the call of the sixth sense, racking her brains to change the topic.

"Then what..."

"Sissy."

Two very different voices sounded at the same time, both Rosie and Kasapa froze for a moment.The boy paused, as if he had just made some important decision: "Let me talk first."

His expression was rare and serious. Rosie stared blankly at him, swallowed unconsciously, and nodded silently.

"...Sissy,"

The boy stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, twisted her body towards him, and looked straight at her.Rosie was a little uncomfortable with the battle, she suddenly felt a little thirsty, and her lips were uncomfortably dry.Rosie moved slightly uneasily, and the grip on her shoulders suddenly increased.She couldn't move, so she had to turn her head to the side, trying to avoid the boy's overly focused eyes at this time.

"Cissy." Romeo originally planned to explain his name to Rosie when they reunited, and beg for her forgiveness, but he missed it by accident.But luckily it is not too late now, thought Romeo.The young man took a deep breath and mustered up the courage in his heart: "Actually..."

"Clang-clang-clang-"

There is a huge bell tower in the center of the city of Verona. From ten o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening, every hour on the hour, the bell keeper will ring the huge bell.The deafening bell rang suddenly, and Romeo's words were completely covered up.He frowned in displeasure, reached out to cover Rosie's ears, and was about to repeat it after the lingering sound died away, but Rosie screamed and jumped up.

"Ah, it's over!" Rosie wailed, "It's already four o'clock! My mother told me that I must go back before four o'clock today!"

She finished howling quickly, raised her head and glared at Romeo, with an astonishing momentum: "What did you just say again? Hurry up and I'm going home!"

...Maybe today is not a good time.

Romeo swallowed the words silently back into his stomach: "...I'll take you back."

Just as Rosie was about to refuse, the boy had already taken a step in an attitude that could not be refused: "Let's go."

Rosie followed him for a while, and couldn't hold back her anxiety: "You are too slow!" She pulled the boy past him and ran quickly: "Hurry up! My mother's anger is very scary. of!"

The boy was pulled by the girl and ran forward in big strides, his attention was quietly and quietly placed on the hand holding his wrist.Warm touch, soft skin...

He couldn't help adjusting his posture, sliding his wrist up, and secretly inserted his five fingers into her fingertips.

Fingers clasped.

This is his.

He held it and wouldn't let go.