Roses for Rosalind

There had been a moment of silence in the corridor since Benvolio's sudden utterance of the nonsensical remark.

Benvolio squatted on the ground, staring at Romeo in horror.

Romeo changed his position, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Benvolio intently.

"Tell me, what's the big deal this time? Huh?"

This indifferent attitude really cannot be blamed on him.Because according to Benvolio's startled character, it is not bad to be able to believe the so-called big things in his mouth, and he can even discount them in half when necessary.

"Don't you believe it!" Benvolio tried to stand up while leaning against the wall, but the long-term pressure caused the blood flow in his legs to be poor, and he had to squat back again with a grin: "This time it's really a big deal." Son!"

"Oh." Romeo shifted his weight from his right foot to his left foot, and responded coldly.

Benvolio's teeth itch with his indifferent appearance: "It's about Rosalind!"

"Sissy?" Hearing the name of the person he likes, Romeo's calm expression finally changed: "What's wrong with her?" His brows were tightly wrinkled, and a deep mark was squeezed out: "Is something wrong?"

...A good brother is like siblings and a wife is like clothes!fraud!Benvolio "I said, can you pull me up first?"

Romeo stretched out his hand to pull him up, and before he could stand still, he asked again: "Can we talk now?"

"Yes, yes." Benvolio couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Earlier today, I met your beloved Rosalind..."

"Wait," Romeo interrupted him: "Meet me?"

"Ah, I passed by her window casually, and just happened to see her, so I struck up a conversation... No, no, no! Let me get to the point!" Seeing Romeo's unfriendly expression, Banvoli Ao wittily brought the topic back to the original point: "I thought she didn't know, but I didn't expect that she knew! It's just that we didn't know she knew! God! She knows everything!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Confused by his crackling series of knowing or not, Romeo reached out and rubbed his brows: "What do you know? Who knows what?"

"To put it simply, it is," Benvolio grabbed his arm firmly: "Brother! Your identity has been exposed!"

Romeo was silent for a long time.

If Rosie was standing here at this time, she would definitely be surprised.

When she was with Romeo, she usually saw a gentle smile.That smile was so beautiful that people inadvertently overlooked many things that should have been noticed.

For example, momentum.

When he smiled, it was as warm as a spring breeze blowing on his face, but once he restrained his smile, the aura of a superior person would naturally pour out.He kept the same movement all the time and didn't move at all. No one knew what kind of psychological process he was going through.

"Romeo? Hey, brother?" Benvolio carefully waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you still awake?"

"Still." Romeo raised his eyes and glanced at him: "She... how did she know?"

"Did you have an argument with the Capulet lady on the street a few days ago?" Benvolio scratched his hair: "She said...in fact, she was there at the time."

The drooping forehead half covered Romeo's face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. "Then...how did she react?"

As if thinking of something not so good, Benvolio shuddered: "You should have seen her expression at that time, tsk tsk, it was just too scary. Oh, yes," he put his hand into Fumbling in his trouser pocket, he took out a thin piece of paper and handed it to Romeo: "Here you are."

Romeo reached out to take it, and there were only a few words on it.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Secret Hill."

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At a quarter past two in the afternoon, Rosie had already arrived at her destination.She thought she had come early enough, but there was still a figure waiting there.

The boy was leaning on a tree not far in front of him, his figure was tall and slender.He bowed his head, and the black hair scattered on both sides of his cheeks covered all the expressions on his face.He seemed to be preoccupied with something, and he didn't even notice that Rosie was coming, and even the spot of sunlight hitting him through the leaves didn't move a bit, like a statue carved out of marble—— I don't know how long he has been standing here.

Rosie looked at the boy in front of her with complicated emotions.

A few days ago, the person in front of him was just an ordinary person.He was a person who grew up with her, loved her, and tolerated her.In front of him, she can put aside the etiquette of identity and show her true self without any scruples.

Suddenly, however, he had a name she was all too familiar with, Romeo.

One is a childhood sweetheart with flesh and blood, and the other is just a cold name in the script.

Also, what he said before that he wanted to kiss her...was it from his heart?

Rosie took a step back involuntarily, as if some force clenched her heart tightly, and even breathing became a difficulty.

In the original book, before Romeo fell in love with Juliet, he was madly infatuated with Rosalind for a while, which is her current role.So, is his so-called feeling for her true, or... just a "script" arrangement?

This person is someone she is familiar with.

This person was someone she was not familiar with.

She couldn't figure it out.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out the name of the person in front of her, but she didn't know which one to call.

After hesitating for a long time.

"...Carl."

She still called the name.

"!!!"

As if being awakened from the deepest dream, the boy suddenly turned his head to look this way, the force was so great that Rosie couldn't help but wonder if he would break her neck. "...Sissy." He stared blankly at the girl in front of him without blinking his eyes. "There you are," he whispered.

"……Um."

There was still some distance between Rosie and Romeo.Although this distance is not long, it is covered with slippery moss and overgrown vines. Wearing a big skirt that gets in the way like Rosie's, it is easy to fall if one is not careful.Romeo naturally stretched out a hand to her, wanting to help her over, but suddenly stopped abruptly, his frozen posture in mid-air was unspeakably ridiculous.

Rosie was startled, and did not move for a long time.At the moment when the boy lowered his eyes and wanted to take his hand back, a hand rested lightly on his - Rosie stretched out one hand and grabbed his, the other hand slightly raised the hem of the skirt to reveal Vamp, stepped over carefully.

"Sissy..."/"You..."

Two very different voices sounded at the same time, and both of them froze for a moment. "Go ahead," said Romeo.

"I think what we're talking about is actually the same thing." Rosie looked him straight in the eyes: "You know why I asked you out today, don't you?"

Romeo nodded.

"Then, come on, explain." Rosie took a deep breath: "Master Romeo of the Montague family, why did you lie to me with a false name? If I didn't find out by chance, did you plan to You've been hiding it from me all this time?"

"I didn't mean to hide it from you." Romeo quickly explained: "You also know that the only one in Verona who can compete with Montague is Capulet. Apart from Benvolio, I There are almost no playmates of the same age. After knowing my name and surname, those people's attitude towards me is surprisingly consistent-flattering. I... I don't want you to become like that."

"Also, Kasapa is not entirely a pseudonym." Romeo paused, and continued: "This is my grandfather's name, and it is also my middle name."

Rosie stared at him without saying a word.

In fact, what Romeo said was not wrong. If she knew that he was Romeo from the beginning, she would definitely stay as far away from him as possible.

"……I'm very sorry."

Rosie continued to stare at him for a while, then suddenly let out a heavy breath, and her puffed up chest was completely flattened: "...There will be no next time." She said sullenly.

"Ah."

"..." Rosie looked down at her skirt.

"So," Romeo's cautious voice came from above her head: "There is no problem between us, right?"

"No, I have another question to ask you." Rosie took a deep breath and looked up at him again: "Do you have anything else to hide from me? If so, please take advantage of it." Today is the opportunity to say it all at once. I don't want to receive another 'surprise' one day."

Romeo shook his head quickly and surely, but after a moment he nodded slowly and hesitantly.

... So in the end there is ah or no ah!

Rosie glared at him angrily, and kicked a pebble away from her feet.

"I have nothing else to hide from you. But..." The young man stared into her eyes, and said slowly and word by word: "But, I do have such a very important matter that I want to sign up for." With your consent."

When he mentioned the word "very important", he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation.Rosie, who was inexplicably nervous because of the boy's solemn appearance, held her breath unconsciously: "Say it."

The boy's hands hanging on both sides of his body unconsciously opened, curled up into fists, opened again, and closed again, repeating this cycle—this is a sign that a person's emotions are already extremely tense.

"...Sissy, are you...would you like...to marry me?"

The sunlight penetrated through the layers of leaves, forming beams of golden light, pouring down on the young man's dark hair like a crow's feathers, and the shadows set off his emerald green eyes into an incomparably deep color. The well-fitting white shirt and black trousers Modifies the figure to be slender and powerful.And the other protagonist of the incident, Rosie, stared blankly at the expectant face, and couldn't help but suspect that she had an auditory hallucination.

... what?

...and now he is... proposing?

☆、Chapter 24

Italy, Verona, inside the Montague Palace.

"...uncle?" Benvolio rubbed his eyes again and again, hesitantly and suspiciously called out: "...what are you doing here?"

The figure standing by the crack of the door, which had been peeping for a long time, was startled and turned around quickly.With such facial features, who else could it be other than the owner of this mansion, the Viscount Montague?

Viscount Montague raised an index finger around his mouth to signal Benvolio not to speak.He left the door as silently as possible, signaling Benvolio with his eyes to follow him.

...What is this for?

Benvolio stepped aside from him curiously.

"Benvolio, my good nephew." Viscount Montagu carefully looked in the direction of the room, as if he was afraid that the people in the room would hear him.He tried his best to suppress his voice as low as possible: "Do you know, my son, Romeo, what happened to him recently?"

"what?"

"He locked himself in the room all day long." Viscount Montague frowned deeply, and his eyes were obviously worried: "No matter it is day or night, he closes the window tightly and keeps the big The sunshine is locked out of the room. But I remember that he was not like this when he was young, even if the weather was cloudy outside, he always liked to run outside. But now... I am afraid that his strange temper is not a good sign .”

"You said that, but I remembered something." Benvolio slapped his head: "I had nothing to do yesterday, so I decided to ride a horse and go for a walk in the countryside. At the edge of the woods west of the city , I saw Romeo in the distance. I am sure he saw me too. I was about to say hello to him, but he turned away from me and hid himself in the depths of the wood."

"He's always been so reluctant to see people recently, he must have encountered some troublesome things." Viscount Montague sighed: "It's good that you are usually like this, you must know the root of his troubles, right?"

Benvolio shook his head: "As you said, he doesn't want to see anyone recently. I can't even see his people, so how can I know why he is troubled?"

"Maybe there is something that he can't tell me as a father, but he is willing to talk to you as a brother." Viscount Montague patted her on the shoulder: "He is in the room now, you go ask him , Come back and tell me quietly."

"Okay." Benvolio nodded, "I'll go right away."

He walked to the door of the room, cleared his throat, knocked on the door twice meaningfully, and entered. "Romeo!" he said aloud, "what are you doing?"

"As you can see," Romeo said without raising his head, "I'm making a sculpture."

"Are you still working on this? Haven't you finished yet?" Benvolio frowned and looked at the thick layer of lime powder on the ground with disgust, and carefully stood in a relatively clean place: "Sculptures can be made at any time. The sun is so bright today, let's go out for a walk together."

Romeo glanced up at him slowly: "Father sent you here?"

"No, nothing." Benvolio denied it outright, "You are my best brother, and I care about you."

"Come on, I've seen it all." Romeo snorted and motioned Benvolio to look at the gap in the door: "The door of the room is not closed tightly."

"...Well, I didn't say it this time." Benvolio spread his hands and shrugged: "But, my dear Romeo, what's the matter with you recently?" In order to make the atmosphere a little easier , he even began to imitate the tune of the opera house affectively: "Oh, what kind of sadness makes the time of handsome Romeo so long?"

Romeo was silent for a while: "... because I lack something that can make my time short."

"What?" Benvolio asked inexplicably.

Romeo ignored him, but lowered his head again, concentrating on the work at hand.He moves slowly, stopping from time to time to brush off the lime powder on the sculpture to prevent the accumulated powder from affecting his vision.He seems to have poured all his energy into the sculpture, with the same care and detail as if he were carving Galatea's Leather Marion.

Benvolio stared at him inexplicably for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "My God!" He took a few strides back exaggeratedly, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Romeo, have you lost your love?"

"...No." Romeo was silent for a while, and slowly put down the carving knife in his hand: "I'm still struggling outside the door of love." He said sullenly: "I...I can't get the favor of the person I want .”

"Is there any woman who can refuse Romeo? I remember when we were still in public school, every time we went out to have fun, you were the most girl peeping!" Benvolio didn't care about getting plastered , he patted Romeo's shoulder hard a few times, gloating and giggling: "Handsome Romeo, invincible Romeo, you have today!"

"..."

"Tell me," Benvolio put his arm around his neck and lowered his voice furtively, "beautiful Don Juan, which beauty conquered your heart?"

"..." Romeo was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and gave him a sharp look: "Roseline Anderson."

"..."

"That's right," Romeo said coolly, "it's the one you're thinking of at this moment."

Benvolio touched his nose deflatedly: "Oh...it's her." He complimented cautiously: "That's really a beauty."

Romeo's eye knife has become sharper.

...Uh, it seems that I said something wrong?

"Hey, hey, brother, don't look at me like that." Benvolio raised his hands begging for mercy: "At first I didn't know she was your sweetheart, but then I didn't expect you to be so serious about her. You know I am Take a serious surprise, okay?"

"Then you know now," said Romeo slowly.

"I will always remember to keep a distance from her in the future, really." Benvolio almost raised his hand to swear: "Is it all right?"

Romeo grunted helplessly.

Small-minded and jealous guy.Benvolio complained silently in his heart.Although he (jing) occasionally commits two (chang) mistakes, he is not a fool, so naturally he will not really say these words.

"Since you have aimed at the target, then you should use all your abilities!" In order to show that he really has no desire for his brother's wife, Benvolio tightened his grip on Romeo's neck, and he was very kind to the two brothers. He advises: "Rome wasn't built in a day. If you don't practice a lot, even if you have Cupid's golden arrows, you will never be a good archer!"

"Even if I had Cupid's golden arrow, it would not be able to hit her heart." Romeo said bitterly.

"why?"

"She..." Romeo pinched the nails of the carving knife so hard that they turned white: "She has made a vow, and she is willing to serve the Lord for life, and she will remain chaste and never marry."

"What!? Are you serious?" Benvolio yelled in surprise. "I thought such an old-fashioned thing was only done by those old nuns in the former monastery."

"I can't believe it more than you." Romeo lowered his eyes: "But it's true."

"..." Benvolio was too shocked to speak a word.

"Yes, you heard me right." Romeo said calmly. "The day after I proposed to her."

"...Marriage proposal!? The next day?!" Benvolio's mouth was so open that he could almost stuff a fist into it: "My God, this is really..."

"But she didn't agree." Romeo caressed the cheek of the sculpture under his hand: "After I proposed to her, her reaction was to run away—as if she saw some monster that eats people. I didn't give up at first , wanted to find her, but heard rumors in the street that Baroness Anderson wanted to go to the convent to become a nun-in order to avoid me, she swore to give up her love. Tell me, Benvolio, if this That’s not rejection, so what is?”

"Her beauty is so precious, but she doesn't know that she wants to pass it on to future generations." Romeo was so calm at this time, he even started the sculpture again. "Benvolio, tell me, do I have a terrible bull's head like the Minotaur, or a terrible hunchback?"

"The God of Venus must have disliked me." He whispered, "That's why he ordered Cupid to shoot the lead arrow at the person I love."

"...God," Benvolio, who was overly shocked, said what he was thinking unconsciously, "Could it be because of me?"

"..."

"........."

"…………"

"……………………"

"...Don't! Romeo don't! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Aww!!!"

Seeing Benvolio grinning in pain, Romeo's mood strangely improved a little. (…)

While rubbing the place where he was just beaten, Benvolio racked his brains to organize the words in his head, but until the end, he didn't know what he should say at this time.So, he could only open his arms to give Romeo a comforting hug, and slapped him hard on the back twice.

"Thank you," said Romeo in a low voice.

"...Romeo," Benvolio hesitated for a while: "...I still say the same thing, listen to my advice, and forget about her."

"Forget?" Romeo looked up at him: "You teach me, how should I forget?"

"You can indulge your eyes," cried Benvolio, "you can make them see more of the beauties in the world!"

"It only makes her more beautiful," said Romeo. "Does a blind man forget the precious images that remain in his lost sight? No, never. .In the same way, even if you show me a beautiful woman, her beauty will have no other use than to remind me that there is someone in the world who is far more beautiful than her." 2 He Carefully sweep the powder off the sculpture: "I know you have good intentions, but please don't persuade me anymore, just let me be alone. Father... I'll trouble you to make up any reason to deal with it." Bar."

"No, never." Benvolio selectively ignored his words, stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled him up from the seat: "The last time I listened to what you said and left you alone, it made you change It has become what it is today. This time, I must prove to you that my opinion is correct, otherwise I will not rest in peace." He pulled Romeo out of the room forcefully, pushed him into the bathroom, and closed the door Luosuo: "Go and give me a good bath and change into decent clothes. Let's go for a stroll in the street. Don't let the sunshine down so easily."

☆、Chapter 25

Peter, a servant of the Capulet family, stands blankly on the street holding a scroll of parchment.

He used to work for a country gentleman who lived in a small place, and his master dismissed him, so he had to try his luck in Verona.It happened that the Capulet family was busy recently and was looking for a new servant everywhere, so he was lucky enough to be hired.But he hasn't had time to learn many rules, and the housekeeper doesn't feel at ease entrusting him with important tasks. He does repetitive chores every day, and he is so bored that he is almost moldy.When he passed by the door of the study in the afternoon, he saw his owner, Viscount Capulet, holding a roll of parchment, and seemed to be looking for someone to run errands. As soon as he got excited, he volunteered to take the job.

When he woke up, his feet were already standing outside the gate of Capulet's mansion.

Peter tried his best to recall the Viscount's order, um...it seems to be going to find the names on the list one by one, and then invite them to dinner at home tonight?

Oh yes!That's right!That's it!

But... Peter was dumbfounded by the crooked letters all over the parchment, but he couldn't read at all!

what should we do?

He didn't want to go back to the house in despair and explain the situation to the housekeeper, that would be too shameful.thought Peter.John, who looked down on people with a dog's eyes, had been laughing at him behind his back to other servants, and had made things difficult for him several times, both openly and secretly. If he went back like this, it would be another laugh if John found out.He must complete this task no matter what today, so that he can gain prestige in front of John.

Then, you can only ask a literate person to read the name on the parchment to him.

But who?

Hmm... Maybe the young man with his back to him at the front stall is a good choice?

The clothes on that person were very decent, and his hair was clean and tidy, combed neatly behind his head, unlike in the countryside, no matter a man or a woman, his hair always looks greasy.Although he didn't wear a saber, he didn't look like an old man with no status, and he should be able to read a few words.Peter thought so.

Having made up his mind, Peter quickly walked over and stood a meter away from the man: "Good day, sir."

The man turned around quickly. "Good day", he nodded kindly to Peter: "What can you do?"

Unable to resist Benvolio's temper, Romeo had no choice but to be dragged out by him.As the harvest festival approaches, there are many novelty gadgets on the stalls.Benvolio took a fancy to one and was comparing options with great interest.Romeo had nothing to do, so he stood aside and waited for him.

"Yes." This person looked more like a person of status from the front. Peter wanted to hand him the parchment scroll directly to ask him for help, but just to be on the safe side, Peter asked: "Sir, may I ask you?" Have you ever read a book?"

Romeo nodded: "Yes, I read it."

"So," Peter thought for a while, then asked anxiously, "May I ask if you can only recite, or can you read the words one by one?"

Some upstarts who can't read or write will wear the most gorgeous clothes and the most expensive jewelry in order to squeeze into the upper-class social circle as soon as possible.Before they had time to learn to write, they memorized some famous works by rote, so that they could show off their talents when they showed off their talents.The way to identify them is also very simple, as long as you find someone to write something at the scene, or find an uncommon article for them to read, and everything will come to light - those nobles who are truly literate naturally do not The so-called, but those arty upstarts can only make a fool of themselves in public and become a laughing stock.

Romeo shrugged: "If it's a word I can read, I'll read it."

"...You are right." Thinking that Romeo was also one of those upstarts, Peter shrank his hand holding the parchment scroll slightly, and bent slightly towards Romeo: "Excuse me, I wish you a lifetime hapiness!"

He turned to leave, but Romeo reached out and grabbed him back in time: "Wait a minute." He spread his palm to Peter, and reached out for the parchment scroll in his hand. "Give it to me, I can read."

Peter dubiously handed him the parchment scroll.Romeo unrolled the scroll, cleared his throat, and read according to the contents above: "Mr. Martino and his wife and ladies; Count Anselme and his sisters; widowed Mrs. Vitruvio... Mr. Lascencio and his nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; Baron and Mrs. Anderson and Rosalin... the good niece?" Romeo paused when he read the familiar name, and the corners of his eyes froze. Guang glanced at the servant from the top of the scroll, and continued to read quickly: "... Livia; Mr. Valencio and his cousin Tybalt... Lucio and the lively Haili Na. Well, that’s all.” He re-rolled the parchment scroll and handed it back to Peter, pretending to ask casually: “Which family are you a servant? What do you want for such a large group of celebrities and ladies?” where to go?"

"To tell you the truth, my master is the rich and powerful Capulet in this city. The reason why I invited those people is because there is a dance at home tonight—a masked dance, isn't it interesting?" Peter took the parchment roll and carefully put it back in his arms.Finally knowing the contents of the parchment scroll, he was in a bad mood: "Thank you, kind sir." He smiled and said to Romeo: "If you are not from the Montague family, you are welcome to come and follow me." Let's have a glass of wine--just come, my master is a very generous and hospitable man, and I don't think he will mind three or two more guests." He bowed again to Romeo: "There , I should go to work. Thank you, kind sir, and wish you a happy life again!"

When Peter was far away, Benvolio, who had been pretending to pick things up, came up to him and nudged him a few times: "Would you like to go to the Capulet's ball?"

"Are you crazy?" Romeo looked at him as if he was looking at a madman: "That was the Capulet's banquet."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word Capulet, but Benvolio shrugged indifferently: "So what? Didn't you hear? It was a masked ball. As long as you wear a mask, who can Do you know who we are?"

"And," Benvolio continued enthusiastically, "you just saw the invitation list, right? Almost all the ladies in Verona have been invited. You can take this opportunity—"

"Benvolio." Romeo rubbed his eyebrows and interrupted him: "As I said, in my heart, Rosalin..."

"Then I said it too—it was only because no one else happened to be around when you saw her!" Benvolio interrupted him in a loud voice, almost annoyed: "Your You can only see her, so of course you think she is beautiful!" He made a nasal voice of disdain heavily: "At the ball, I can point out any beautiful girl to you, you can Compare her to your sweetheart Rosalind—I'm still saying that once you see other girls who are more beautiful, you will find that the swan in your heart is actually just a crow !"1

"Hey!" Romeo frowned dissatisfiedly: "Benvolio!"

"Oh well, my dearest brother, if you don't want to listen, I'll just not say it." Benvolio spread his hands in compromise: "But I insist that you should go, you know Verona All the ladies in town will come to this dinner—hey man, be patient and listen to me." Seeing that Romeo was still about to refuse, Benvolio gave him a fierce look and signaled him to shut up and listen. He said to himself: "All the ladies in Verona will go to the banquet, including your beloved beauty Rosalind. Even if you don't want to meet other beauties, you will always want to meet the beautiful Rosalind, right? "

"..."

"Huh?" Seeing that Romeo's expression softened, Benvolio quickly struck while the iron was hot: "How is it?"

"... Well, I will go." Romeo sighed and finally nodded: "However, I am definitely not here to see the beauty you said. I just want to see my own lover at the ball. What a brilliance. As long as I can take a look at it from a distance, I will be satisfied."

☆、Chapter 26

That night.

There were many carriages parked in front of Capulet's mansion, and each carriage was decorated to the utmost luxury.Ladies and young ladies in gorgeous and complicated clothes lifted their skirts and carefully stepped off the carriage with the help of servants, trying to make their movements look more graceful and vivid.As a result, the gorgeous skirt rippled a different kind of graceful ocean with the movement of getting off the car.

Obviously, the ladies who came to the ball spent a lot of time dressing up: custom-made skirts and matching lambskin shoes, and necklaces around their necks reflected the sparkling light against the firelight.Not to mention ears and wrists, they didn't even let go of their hair: during this period, unmarried ladies didn't have many hairstyles, and usually they just braided their hair into big whips and hung behind them, which looked the same at first glance.But nearly all had fine gem-encrusted chains or flowing ribbons woven into their braids.They greeted each other with smiles on their faces, and looked at each other's clothing and attire without any trace, and then secretly stomped their feet in their hearts to vent their anger or felt complacent.But at least on the surface, they are still very calm - this is an unwritten rule in this social circle.

Benvolio and Romeo were dressed very simply, nothing more than a common man's suit, not even a new one.

Before coming to the ball, the two carefully removed all the accessories that could represent their identities.

"Romeo," Benvolio said, throwing him a mask, "Put this on."

Romeo caught a look, it was a man's mask decorated with black feathers, low-key yet refined.He put it on without objection.

"Fortunately, Capulet is holding a masked ball tonight, otherwise, we would have to worry about how to get in - oh no, if it wasn't for the masked ball, you wouldn't have come at all." Benvolio said to himself Putting on the mask, he said, "Now, come and dance, my good brother. Just dance all night long, and you won't think of anything else."

He hammered Romeo on the shoulder a few times and quickly slid onto the dance floor