Roses for Rosalind

A black carriage stopped at the main entrance of the Montague mansion.The horse pulling the cart stomped its hooves irritably, and flicked its tail behind it.Two strong domestic servants were counting the number and working together to unload a huge box from the carriage.I don't know what was in that box, it was too heavy.The faces of the two were flushed, and the veins on their necks were bulging. They used all their strength to lift the box and move it into the room with difficulty.The butler ordered the servant to take the delivery man to the cashier to check out the bill, while he hurriedly followed the two, directing the direction or reminding the two to pay attention to corners or decorative shelves, in case they damage something in the house .

The box was moved into an empty room on the second floor, where the only son of the Montague family and his cousin were waiting.Benvolio lifted the lid and glanced inside curiously. There were several uncarved plaster figures neatly placed inside. "What are these?" He asked Romeo, "What are you doing here?"

"As you can see." Romeo raised the carving knife in his hand to the sun, narrowed his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction for a while: "It looks good."

The answer was so obvious that Benvolio couldn't be sure: "...Carving a stone statue?"

"of course."

"Are you serious?" Benvolio asked in disbelief.Carving stone statues takes a lot of time and energy. He had wanted to complete at least one piece of work on a whim before, but he only persisted for three days.After getting the other party's acquiescence, Benvolio clicked his tongue: "Okay, okay, all I can say is, I wish you success."

Romeo hooked his lips and smiled: "My patience has always been good."

"You seem to be in a good mood today?" Benvolio observed his expression: "Did something good happen?"

"There is such a good thing." Romeo didn't intend to hide it from his brother and friend, and admitted it openly.

"Related to this statue?" Benvolio continued to speculate.

"Yes." Romeo nodded and said, "I think you will hear my good news at the harvest festival at the latest."

"Harvest Festival..." Benvolio thought for a moment, "A month later?"

"Yes." Romeo's hand gently caressed the head of the white plaster statue, as if stroking the hair of the girl in his heart: "At the harvest festival, everything should be resolved."

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The moon outside the window was shining brightly, and Miss Anderson's room was flickering with gentle candlelight.Rosie sat upright in front of the desk, quietly looking down at the books spread out on the desk.

But two full hours have passed, and the book in front of her has never turned a page.

She patted her cheek, trying to concentrate.But after a while, she let out an irritable breath, and simply reached out and closed the book borrowed from Kazapa's house.

That day... Rosie could almost be called running away.

Thinking of the scene that day, Rosie's face began to flush uncontrollably.

Since when did Kasapa...

Before I knew it, the childhood sweetheart I thought I was most familiar with, unexpectedly...

In fact, after eight years of absence, Kasapa is no longer the soft and cute little lady in my heart who blushes and shy when she is molested, right?

He is now, in fact, already...

Rosie unconsciously lay down on the table, buried her face between her arms, and began to picture the current image of that person in her mind.

His eyes are the purest emerald green, his pupils are extremely black and deep, and when he looks at her, he always looks very focused;

The bridge of his nose is straight, and the corners of his lips are naturally curved, even when he is not speaking, he is always smiling;

The figure is also very good, although I don't know if it is the golden ratio of 0.618 in aesthetics, but the two legs wrapped in black breeches are really long and straight; he doesn't look strong at all, on the contrary he is even a little thin, but the The pair of big hands she held up were so powerful... What do you mean by that word, oh yes, you look thin when you wear clothes, but you look fleshy when you take them off;

And finally, the solid chest that peeked out from the wide neckline as he bent down to look at him...

stop!Rosie covered her ears with a red face, and shook her head vigorously: Stop!Rosie!stop!Think no more!

The rapid shaking of the head seemed to really have some effect, and the figure of that man was thrown out of her mind by her, but... his voice appeared in her ears like a ghost.

"Sissy." His tone was easily reminiscent of black velvet, or a cello playing alone on an empty stage.At this moment, for some special reason, it was unintentionally suppressed and slowed down by the teenager, and the rich magnetism in it was almost overflowing.

It turns out that her own name can be pronounced so nicely, Rosie thought in a daze.

The boy's palm silently caressed her face, and his thumb lightly passed under her eyes.She subconsciously held her breath.The place where the skin touches is trembling, I don't know if it is her or him.

He called her name again in a low voice, she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him, but she could feel that he was looking at herself carefully.The temperature of the air was very low, or maybe it was because the temperature of her body surface was too high, tiny goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin, she flinched a little, but at this moment...

"I want to kiss you."

Rosie covered her ears again, blushing and shook her head vigorously, but this time, no matter what, the voice echoed low in her ears and lingered for a long time.

"I want to kiss you."

"I want to kiss you."

"...Sissy, I want to kiss you."

Rosie jumped up and threw herself onto the bed, shrunk into a small ball, and pulled the quilt to wrap herself tightly.

...the heart beats so fast.

This is myself, do you like Kasapa?

Fell in love with a boy you could almost say grew up watching?

impossible?

……but……

In the boudoir of Baroness Anderson in Verona, Italy, a small ball moved on the bed, wrapping itself tighter, revealing only a head of brilliant blond hair and the tips of small ears that were so red that they were about to bleed.

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It's night, in the Capulets house, in the study of the Capulet master.

Even in his own home, Viscount Capulet still wore formal attire.He refused the servant's service, opened a chair for the visitor and asked him to sit down, and poured a cup of black tea for both of them.Curly smoke rose, and the aroma of black tea spread in the study.Viscount Capulet watched the visitor pick up the cup and took a sip, "His Royal Highness Paris," he said after the other party gently put the cup back on the bone saucer, "Your visit is truly amazing. It’s full of splendor here.”

"You are too polite." Earl Paris was much younger than Viscount Capulet, about 20 years old. He was a relative of the Prince, the lord of Verona, and a nobleman of the royal palace. "Actually, I should have come to visit a long time ago, but I have been dragging on until now. Not only did you not blame me for my fault, but you entertained me so thoughtfully. It's really..." There was no red wine in the study, so Paris had no choice but to relax slightly. Raising the teacup in his hand, he replaced the wine with tea: "—for your magnanimity."

Viscount Capulet quickly raised his teacup.

The two drank tea in silence, and no one spoke for a long time.In the end, it was the young Earl Paris who lost his composure: "I noticed," he said, "Verona...seems a bit uneasy?"

"..." No matter who it is, it is easy to know the grievances between the Capulets and the Montagues just by asking around in the city.Viscount Capulet's face was a little embarrassing: "Yes." Thinking that the other party was expressing his dissatisfaction on behalf of the prince, he quickly added: "The rumors you heard may be a bit exaggerated, Your Highness, the recent battles in the city have already Much less. After all, Montague has the same responsibilities as I do; and it's not too difficult for us aged people to keep the peace."

"The two of you are both well-known families, but it is a pity that you have formed such an incomprehensible enmity." Having said this, Earl Paris paused for a moment, and suddenly changed the subject: "However, That's not what I'm here for."

Here comes the point.

Capulet quickly sat up straight.Across a desk, the young Earl put his jaw on one hand, and gently tapped the other hand on the armrest of the chair: "Viscount Capulet," he asked, "if I propose to my daughter Juliet?" , what is your opinion?"

Capulet was stunned for a moment: "But my daughter is not yet 14 years old this year, and she is still an ignorant child." He said: "I thought it would take another two summers before I would talk about her marriage. "1

"People younger than her are already happy mothers," Paris said. 2

Capulet hesitated for a while: "Trees that bear fruit early must wither early." He said: "I have no hope in this world, and only Juliet is my only comfort." 3 "The Capulet family and Anderson Like a family, there is only one only daughter, and they are all pampered and raised in the palm of their hands.These two parents are probably the only ones who don't want their daughters to marry early.So Baron Anderson never urged Rossi's marriage, nor did Viscount Capulet.

But the status of the other party is much higher than his own after all, he dare not say it too absolutely; and if Juliet is really willing to marry the earl, it would be a good thing: "However, I will hold a grand ball, Many relatives and friends are invited, and you are certainly one of whom I am inviting. Then you will be able to see the brilliant stars descending, lighting up the dark sky; and you can fully enjoy the joy of youth among the young girls as delicate as buds; You can listen to as much as you like, and see as much as you like, and choose the best one for you from among many beautiful girls, including my daughter. As long as you can win Juliet's favor at the ball, I will naturally agree There is no problem. 4" He said: "It won't be too long, but we can't make preparations too hastily. How about setting it around the harvest festival?"

"At Harvest, we'll know."