Moonlight on the Bay of Naples

In Odin, it has become common practice for women to wear more or less brown hair.

At first, the aristocratic lady who only cared about the youth dyed her long hair brown.Under the influence of the new drama, the upper class quickly regarded brown as beauty and followed suit.Walnut dye and brown wigs were out of stock several times.

This new trend of fashion quickly spread to the middle class, to the common people, and finally swept the whole country.

The brilliant playwright was rumored to have a brown-haired lover, and to speak the truth.The bishop was one of the few who saw the inside story.

On this day, the youth accompanied the king to the church and was received by the cardinal in person.The bishop immediately noticed the golden curly hair falling on the young man's shoulder.

Brunette lover?What a ridiculous whopper.

With one glance he was sure that the owner of the curl was the child of the devil who had shaken his faith.

Jealousy that corroded people's mind like venom rose in the bishop's heart.He blamed it on the temptation from hell, and it was all Noreen's fault.

At the same time, young people are also observing the bishop without any trace.

The bishop is tall and thin, with a benevolent and tolerant external image. He wears a long trench coat with torn edges all year round, and walks in the countryside to spread the gospel.

It was difficult for the young man to connect him with his vulgar appearance that night.

Young people always have a secret sense of superiority when facing the bishop.

You see, Norling hated the cardinal to the extreme, but he never refused his intimacy.

I don't know how many times he got rid of the clergy's tail - young people often think that the bishop is a lunatic, and he never seems to care about the consequences of those secret exposures - he jumped into a carriage, entered Pinter's tailor shop, and changed into a lawyer through the back door dress up.

High-brimmed hat, gray coat, rather discreet cross-dressing.

With his current status, it is really noticeable to enter and exit this kind of middle-class house.The young man looked up at the half-closed doors and windows, thinking about when he would take Nuolin to the No. 14 manor on Golden Street—the new property he just bought.

The sound of the piano "ding ding dong dong" came from above, and the young man laughed.Living in secluded life is boring, so he taught Noreen a simple tune when he was free.

"You're here." Seeing the figure of the young man pushing the door open from the mirror, Norin stopped his silly tricks to pass the time, and turned around to lean on the piano.

There is a wind blowing through the flowers, and the flowers are ostentatious in the wind.

He wore his blond hair scrawled back with a headband, and wore a baggy shirt that wasn't his own.

Other than that there is nothing else.

The wind slipped through the window and blew him like a flower.

"I'm wearing your clothes, anyway, it's easy to take off." Nuo Lin didn't hide it, his bright eyes were burning like flames.

Every time he looks into Nolin's blue eyes, the young man will feel an urge to give everything he has.

Putting it on Norin's shoulders, the young man bent down and kissed him as always.

Nolin's lips were soft.

The young man went to pull the hair tie.

But Nuolin put his hand on the young man's chest, turned his head to avoid it, and his voice was still soft and moving: "Did the doorman tell you? There are rats in the room. When you come next time, can you bring some rat poison."

Rat poison is in the capital, and you must go through strict identity registration before you can buy it.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," the young man took his hand and kissed apologetically, "Let's move to Golden Street."

"Why bother, I'm used to staying here."

The young man coaxed him, "You will get used to it faster, it will be brighter, more beautiful, and more prosperous."

"No need, I..." Norin lowered his head to hide his displeasure while thinking about his words.

"I mean, if you nod, I'll take you away from the capital...or even Odin."

"Are you crazy?" Norin raised his head in astonishment, his blue eyes widened like cats out of astonishment.For the first time, he swears in front of young people.

The young man repeated his words.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Noreen turned his back on him.

The young man's repeated refusal made Nolin very angry.

He is used to relying on his beauty to do whatever he wants.A person who is always disadvantaged in the vanity fair will be even more unbearable to be frustrated one day.

Rat poison, all he wanted was a dose of rat poison.

Queen Margot tells the owl to tell Noreen that she will make the rat poison the key to his return to the world of luxury and luxury.

Youth is the stumbling block that stands in the middle of the road and prevents him from rushing to enjoyment.Still planning to elope with him?Norlin almost thought that he was watching a vulgar drama. After eloping, he became a commoner working, quarreling and getting sick, and he was insulated from luxury and pomp.

He's had enough.

Norin glanced coldly at the mirror on the piano.These days, he can only look in the mirror to see what is going on outside the window during the day.

Don't let him go to the ball anymore, don't let him play with the lust of men and women, don't let him get drunk again.

Might as well be dead, Noreen thought.

He had long forgotten that if it hadn't been for the youth, he would have died on the gallows.

He also ignored that as long as he dared to throw himself into the trap, his sins could kill him many times anytime and anywhere.

The young man's eyes fell on the back of Norin's neck.

It looks delicate, fragile, and always makes people imagine.

As a first-class playwright, he has directed too many people's performances.In front of him, Norlin's acting skills are invisible.

Youth is not a fool, he is only briefly dazzled by the passion of love.

When the sense of responsibility and long-term vision urge him to think about the future of the two, it is not difficult for the young man to find clues of the past.

Norin's acting is terrible.

He is shallow, frivolous, and vain.He only likes low-brow comedies or pornographic shows, and has no interest in opera, and the time he has spent in the theater is to flirt with the powerful.He is proficient in how to squander wealth in the shortest time, and is good at inquiring and disseminating other people's privacy through various channels.

Maybe Norlin never tried to hide it, but his dazzling beauty made these shortcomings trivial.

A young man loves him, even if he clearly understands all his ways.

The youth still loved him.

Love his shallowness, frivolity and vanity.

He fell in love with the person he despised the most when he was a student, and he was willing to dedicate everything to it.He really wanted to take Nuolin to live in seclusion in a neighboring country.

But the youth knew that was impossible.

Norlin loves the prosperity and is tired of the ordinary.He is like a group of dancing fire butterflies, magnificent and dazzling.If you want to trap the fire in your palm, your body will be covered in cuts and bruises.

These few minutes are as long as a lifetime.

In great pain, the young man hugged Norin from behind: "Don't be angry, dear. I will go buy rat poison."

"I'm not angry." Nuolin snorted slightly, turned sideways, embraced the young man and kissed him.

The minds of the two changed, and their movements were as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The young man's hand slipped into his neckline effortlessly, stroking every tender skin of Nuolin little by little.

The young man's eyes are dark, if only Norlin could be as well-behaved as sex | love.

Nolin was pressed on the piano by the young man, and the piano made a huge sound, and the key of C major rang over and over again.

He groaned|groaned and panted generously, with a sultry ending, which made the young man's head go crazy.

Norlin's face was reflected in the mirror, with flushed cheeks and rolling eyes.

— rat poison.

He hooked his lips towards himself in the mirror, and raised his hand to brush it off.

"Crack" - the mirror shattered on the ground.

The neighbor next door has never heard such a nasty piano sound.

Noisy, intermittent, disorganized, and extremely long.

The author has something to say:

Comedy is a great art form too, and there's nothing wrong with it. (desire to survive)

1. Gong is a pretty idiot

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2. It is not ruled out that follow-up attacks will grow and change character

(I want to teach beautiful idiots how to love, although this is an old meme orrz

(Without an outline I'm not sure)

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