I warmed his cold blood

Lucas heard his whisper, walked in quickly, and put his arm on the master's shoulder.

He didn't wear a cloak, and his muscular body made it hard for him to feel cold.As a result, the body temperature under the coarse cloth came through, wrapping Helun tightly, like a bone tightly wrapping a stamen, like a afterbirth wrapping an embryo.

Unconsciously, Herron pressed his back against Lucas' chest, almost half leaning against him.This kind of behavior is the same as seeking asylum, even veiled coquetry.As if he was looking for some comfort, he turned sideways, put one arm around Lucas' waist, the other on his shoulder, and his chin was embedded in the socket of his collarbone.He tore his master's face apart, whimpering in Lucas's ear, desperate for comfort, weak and embarrassed, like a noble god who had just fallen from his high altar.

Lucas' eyelashes trembled, he raised his hand tremblingly, froze in the air for a moment, and finally wrapped his arms around his waist.

Herron's nails dug into his flesh, bit his shoulder, and punched his back hard to vent his pent-up emotions.He removed all pretense, pure and exciting.

In Lucas's eyes, his soul is naked and naked.

He hugged him muffled, and silently endured his beating and biting...

After a long time, Helen let go of him in a daze, stared blankly at the tooth marks, and stroked them with his fingers a few times.

"I'm fine." Lucas smiled.

Herron glanced at him, turned around, and stared at the female slave kneeling beside the bed.

Felitina was in tears.She took Fanny's hand, and kissed it carelessly, her shoulders shaking convulsively, her swarthy face a little purple.She cried so much that her tears flowed down her cheeks, and her crying sounded like a mountain crossing a sea. When she was hysterical, she would slap herself fiercely, even though her ears were ringing.

She had served Fanny for ten years and never left her side.She learned of the existence of the Red Ring and knew its importance.

Remorse flowed from her soul like thick hot oil; she was used by Brutus with his love lies, and the faithful became the most useful moles.

"By God!" she slurred, "what have I done?! I almost killed my master... that damned Brutus... the lying villain should go to hell immediately..."

She cursed angrily, her face showing a trace of determination.She straightened up tremblingly, and pulled off the ruby ​​earrings, blood spattered from both ears, and the blood flowed into the neck.The veins on her forehead were bulging, and her expression was solemn, like a soldier who went to the battlefield and regarded death as home, and the pain had no effect on her.

"I am a sinful slave girl, I want to be buried for my master..." She growled, stood up tremblingly, and grabbed the scissors on the table.

"Stop her!" Helen saw her intention to commit suicide.

Lucas stepped over and grabbed the scissors.She was thrown to the ground with a bang, the scissors rubbed against her neck and hit the floor, leaving a shallow bloodstain.This is a bit of a warning.

Helen sighed, "You were deceived by the villains, so you are also a victim. When my mother was seriously ill, you took good care of her and won her favor. Therefore, I will draw up a release order for you. From now on From now on, you are an honored citizen of Rome."

He paused, "But because of your ignorance, I will exclude your dowry privilege. I believe that after you are released, with your hardworking hands, you will always be able to fill your stomach."

Felitina was stunned for a moment, corrected her kneeling posture, and repeated words of gratitude, vaguely.She buried her face in her palms, crying bitterly, with snot and tears flowing from her fingers.She seemed to cry out all the water in her body, not only the shame of her master, but also the resentment of being cheated.

After a while, she held up the bloody red earrings and dedicated her hands to Heron.

Her back was tense, her body no longer trembled, and her expression was serious and dignified; like a person who has been a cultist for many years, but by chance, she changed her beliefs and finally became a tired cultivator.

Herron took over and drew up a release order for her.

……

In the afternoon of that day, Helen organized slaves to bury Fanny in the family tomb outside the city.

More precisely, the mother was buried with the father.

The clan mausoleum was still as dark and dusty as ever.

Herron had been here a few days ago.He found his father's love in the place of death, and now he comes here to send away his mother's love.

He brought many slaves, including Lucas.Everyone held a candle to illuminate the dark and deep corridor.The candlelight is like yellowish fireflies, arranged floatingly to form a long river of candlelight, enclosing the sarcophagus of the joint burial, which has a sense of sacred ceremony.

Fanny's body was carried by slaves.Felitina washed her body, put on clean clothes, put obsidian on her forehead again, and insisted on accompanying her in her burial all her life.

The slaves pushed back the lid of the coffin to reveal Pliny's withered bones, and the candlelight gilded the bones with gold.It seemed a little warm.

Heron did not bury her immediately.He was silent for a while, then stepped forward and reached out to touch his father's cold bones.He had looked back at his father countless times in his memory, but when the father and son met each other, they were swollen pus and blood or cold white bones.

Pliny was tall and thin-boned.Heron touched his skull lightly, scratching the hollow eye sockets with his nails, cheekbones, teeth; he even brushed the neat ribs with the back of his hand.

He stared into his dark eyes, bent down, and kissed the back of his father's hard hand.

Fanny was set aside.Herron sprinkled hazelnuts, dried dates and roses that symbolized marriage happiness into the coffin, covered Fanny's face with an orange veil, wrapped wool around her wrists, and smeared animal fat on the coffin, just like a wedding scene .

He kissed the coffin, and smiled lightly, very innocently, the kind of smile that adults who have experienced vicissitudes and are tired of the world will not have.

This is absurd behavior, but Herron will do it.He wants to fulfill his wish.

——Only children with unhappy families can understand this wish.

When the group walked out of the clan mausoleum, the sky had already cleared.The snow on the statue of Hades also melted and fell down tick-tock.Heron was dazzled by the sun's rays peeking out from the clouds, so he covered it with his fingers.

The bright yellow sunlight poured over Rome like a pouring paint, and the temperature grew in the air like new sprouts.The ice began to melt, and the sound of flowing water was everywhere.The Romans enjoyed the occasional warmth in the cold. The slaves hung up the stuffed sausages to dry, the women cleaned the softened snow at the door, and the men carried the children on their shoulders, and the children reached for the ice on the eaves.

Everything is like a newborn.

Herron took a deep breath.When I looked up, I saw a rainbow in the sky.

The rainbow grows from the top of the mausoleum and stretches to the clouds in an elegant arc, like the streamer left by the goddess when she ascended to the God Realm, or like a stunning stroke on the blue canvas, which is untouchable but close at hand.It seems to have a magnetic force, attracting the eyes of all Romans, reflected in the colorful pupils.The beauty of nature always makes people sigh their insignificance while being amazed.

Herron pointed joyfully, "Look, Lucas! That's a sign of God's blessing!"

Lucas glanced at Rainbow lightly, then turned his head to look at his master.

His smile only bloomed when he saw Herron.

Harron looked into his blue eyes.There should have been Baixue or Jinguang, but there was only my own face and long hair.In Heron's line of sight, the hair like golden fleece happened to be covered with a rainbow, and behind it was a wash of blue, but it was not as clear as his eyes.

Helen suddenly reached out and stroked his golden eyelashes.

——he proactively touched Lucas more and more.

Lucas was stunned, grabbed his wrist and moved away, "What's wrong?"

Herron's enjoyment of being immersed in a certain kind of appreciation was interrupted.

He cleared his throat, and said with a straight face: "It's nothing... I plan to burn those two rings, they will only bring me trouble, and make evil people more coveted."

"Well." Lucas looked serious, "You need a new ring, replace it with a bright agate stone, and engrave your own portrait. This is what nobles and adults must do."

"Do you have any good suggestions?" Heron asked rarely, "For example... color or something."

Lucas was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "My master, you should never ask me about this kind of thing. The seal ring is a symbol of noble status, and you know that slaves have no right to ask about such things."

Helen punched him, and said fiercely: "If you tell me, just say it!"

Lucas touched his chin, and his clear blue pupils moved down, reflecting Heron's black eyes.He has seen this pair of black pupils countless times, joyful, sad, and angry, he is all too familiar, and he can even explore Heron's soul through these eyes, and feel what he feels; A playboy with a broken shell reaps the little happiness brought by unrequited love.

He smiled and said softly, "It's black."

Rather than saying that he was answering, it would be better to say that he was admiring.

Herron frowned.Lucas's advice didn't go his way, but he got to the bottom of it: "Why?"

Lukas paused for a moment, "...Because black is very calm, as long as it is present, other colors will appear frivolous. You are a noble man, you should pay attention to your dignity, just like Jupiter holding a scepter. Yours The temperament should intimidate everyone, every step is calm, the black ring is the most suitable for you..."

Helen listened to this quick-witted answer with great patience.In his eagerness, he should have interrupted the flattery, but he didn't.From beginning to end, he listened carefully.

——This is probably because the speaker has a special place in his heart.

He thought for a while, and finally said: "Let's use blue, with a gold ring, I think it will be very good."

Lucas's blue eyes lit up, like the rolling waves on the sea.

"Go home, Lucas." Herron smiled at him, "The senate is about to start elections, I need you to be my audience, and see if my rhetoric and rhetoric can conquer you."

"With all due respect..." Lucas smiled, "arguments and rhetoric were never meant to conquer slaves, they were born to conquer noble statesmen."

"You're wrong." Helen smiled slyly, "It was born to conquer those who want to conquer."

Lucas was stunned, his lips trembled slightly, and his blue eyes shook slightly, as if some turbulent emotion was about to burst out of his eye sockets.He suddenly pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Helen with a complicated expression, with sorrow and longing intertwined in it, harmonious and contradictory.

"Then you have done it, as my master," he said.This is a seemingly obvious fact, but there is something different hidden.

Helen chuckled lightly, noncommittal.