Mr. Consultant

The consultant's villa located in the south along the lake has only undergone the simplest decoration, and all furniture and supplies have been kept to a minimum.The furnishing in the room was quite empty, and there was no sign of human habitation, only the wall flickering under the dim yellow light, still left a little bit of lively breath.

Xavier sat on the cold floor, looking at the silhouettes of Giuseppe and Cesare under the headlights through the huge bay window.And that Mr. Consultant's slender figure appeared even thinner under the light.

Giuseppe finally got in touch with Cesare using the old-fashioned telephone in the villa half an hour ago.He didn't explain more about the situation to the corner head, but asked him to deal with the two corpses in the car as soon as possible in an orderly tone.But Cesare, the cornerman of the old city, seemed to refute Giuseppe's decision, and made the latter so angry that he spoke Italian.

But unfortunately, Xavier's poor language skills could not support him to understand the hysteria of the consultant.But he still understood what Giuseppe probably did, a rather incomprehensible decision.He saw the consultant was arguing under the lamp, waving his arms vigorously, facing Cesare's protest with an oratorial attitude.

Xavier really wanted to hear what kind of mistake Giuseppe had made to make Cesare, who had always been docile, refuse his order.However, before the consultant left, he solemnly asked him to stay where he was and not to interfere in the affairs between himself and Jiaotou.Originally, Xavier never paid attention to this kind of request, but because of Giuseppe's repeated and repeated life-saving grace, the young master could only sit motionless like a big dog whose whistle was blown. on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the consultant finally persuaded Cesare, who drove away the Ford with the dead body outside the window.Seeing Giuseppe, he turned back to the villa and found a small white medicine box from the low wooden cabinet next to the entrance.Then with a tired face, he walked in front of Xavier.His brilliant blond hair was covered with raindrops, and his khaki wool suit was also spattered with deep and shallow water marks.

"it's raining outside?"

Xavier asked, and raised his eyes to watch the expression of the consultant.This seems to have become a habit. Whenever he felt that he couldn't figure out what the consultant was thinking, he couldn't help but observe Giuseppe's calm expression.

And the consultant, after listening to his question, nodded slightly.With dexterous hands and feet, he took out alcohol and bandages from the medicine box, and there was a crisp sound when the iron sheets collided.Xavier wasn't actually hurt too much, he was just scratched and had some scary-looking bruises on his hands and feet.However, for a person who was almost dead, this is undoubtedly the luckiest thing.

Giuseppe's hands and feet are very light, even with some kind of illusion of tenderness.The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose shimmered under the lamp, like a star, like the burning flame in his heart.

Xavier stared at his face speechlessly, the souls that had been frightened by the strangeness before slowly returned to him.He began to understand what was going on and why it all came down to it.He realized that if it weren't for his arrogant stupidity, maybe this thing would never have happened, Giuseppe would never have to bear the crime of murder, and those two hapless people would have survived from death. get away.

This young master, until now, has completely begun to regret his actions.Not for himself, but for the advisor, for those innocent people.He was even ashamed of Sandra's friendship. He had a better way, but he insisted on choosing the worst execution, and even screwed it up completely.

As a result, Xavier inevitably discovered his incompetence.Giuseppe was right in saying that he was a conceited and ignorant bastard, flattered by the adulation of the crowd, who claimed to be omnipotent, but who was actually contemptuous and dull.He believed what people said, those silly lies, was urged by fame to rush for success, and thus hurt others.

He was a little frustrated, and he recognized the simplest and cruelest law that exists in this world——

There is a price to failure.

"Giuseppe, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me..."

Xavier hesitated a bit, expressing his apologies to the consultant, but was pressed on the wound by the alcohol cotton ball in his hand, and cried out in pain.

Giuseppe retracted his hands in a panic, then opened his eyes, trying to understand the reason why the young master suddenly admitted his mistake.From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want Xavier to notice the clues of the matter, such as how he tried his best to save him, such as why he didn't notify the soldiers in the family.And in this kind of concealment, although there is a sense of making a big event into a small one, more of it comes from the incomparably deep kindness of the consultant.

Giuseppe knew that people sometimes need a lesson, but he was afraid that the lesson would be too great and that the young master would give up all his vision.However, Xavier seemed to have known the facts, which made him panic, afraid that the young master would say such a decision as breaking away from the family.

But the young master didn't seem to know his thoughts, he just complained in his heart that he didn't strike lightly or seriously.Xavier paused, trying to resume the topic interrupted by the pain, and then said softly:

"I understand very well that all of this is my fault. I should be calmer, more careful, and more thoughtful. Instead of letting my inexplicable anger overwhelm everything like I am now."

After he finished speaking, he raised his honey-brown eyes and watched Giuseppe's every bit of expression.He was afraid that the consultant would be disappointed, afraid that he would say sharp words like a knife, and even more afraid that he would persuade himself to give up gently.But Giuseppe didn't say a word, just kept silent, letting the lights dance in his eyes.

Xavier opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, he really wanted to hug the consultant, and pour out his love to him tirelessly.He didn't understand why there was such an irrelevant thought at this moment.But he knew that every cell in his body was screaming, screaming silently, trying his best to save him.

Giuseppe felt that the atmosphere of facing each other was a bit awkward, so he couldn't help but cleared his throat, and said to Xavier: "Okay, it's okay, it's all over..."

"No, no." Xavier interrupted him, and the young master scratched his hair in distress, and then said as if eager to add: "Giuseppe, my advisor, I know that I should take care of myself." deal with it. But, but sometimes, anger is overwhelming, it destroys everything."

"Xavier, you need to be calm, no matter what happens, you need to be calm. Because in the end, only a clear mind and perfect execution can save you, not the so-called full of spirits. Damn, spirits are the worst in the world. It is nothing but a slave to self-esteem!"

Xavier nodded with a wry smile. He thought the sharp look of the consultant was a bit cute, but just before he was shaken by this inexplicable thing, he thought of a more difficult problem.The young master hesitated, but he felt that Giuseppe seemed to care about him, and seemed to be worried about his situation.Then, with a feeling that seemed desperate, he wrenched the thought out of his chest, cupped it in his hands, and said to Giuseppe:

"I just don't understand, when will I be like you...or like Al?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Giuseppe's expression.He felt a little regretful, feeling that he had asked a rather stupid question, and also brought in a little sincerity of admiration.He couldn't help giving up on himself, waiting for the consultant to laugh at his ignorance.

However, Giuseppe did not speak for a long time.He looked at the hair on Xavier's head, and recalled that many years ago, the young master seemed to admit his mistakes in front of him in the same way, begging him, but actually only a few words of forgiveness.He recalled everything that had passed away with some vicissitudes of life, and was dazed by the tide of time in his thoughts.

After all, no matter what Xavier did to him, no matter what mistakes the young master made, Giuseppe could tolerate it without limit.Although he often complains, ridicules, and even hates from the bottom of his heart, in critical moments, he will still take all the risks regardless of his own life.

Just like today, the ghost knows how much courage it took him to restrain the idea of ​​asking Gustavo for help in his heart.He didn't want Xavier to be denied because of this, and he didn't want to hurt the decency of the young master—although it was just some dispensable decency, it was still more important than his life.

When Giuseppe left the brownstone and gave Cesare the order, he was ready to sacrifice for it.He was born a hopeless, hysterical workaholic who deserved to die on the family battlefield.

But Cesare, the cornerman of the old town, couldn't understand his stubborn behavior.Rarely, he had a big quarrel with Giuseppe, accusing him of being selfish and scolding him for being irresponsible.He refused to carry out the consultant's request, and suspected that he was confused by the relationship in bed.He asked Giuseppe to immediately give up the overprotection of Xavier, and follow the family practice to go abroad as soon as possible to avoid the limelight.

But Giuseppe didn't admit it, he swore it was just his job, and Cesare didn't understand his intentions.He explained a lengthy reasoning to the cornerman again, to explain the relationship between himself and Xavier, and the reason why he couldn't leave now.But Cesare didn't listen to his argument at all, he shook his head, denying everything Giuseppe had done tonight.The consultant was a little impatient, and had to move out of the Mafia's commandments, ordering Cesare to finish his work immediately and end his comments on the work.

Cesare sighed and ended the topic resignedly. He said to Giuseppe:

"Counselor, I admire you more than anyone else, and therefore I obey all your commands. But... But Giuseppe, you must not lose your heart."

his heart.

But now his heart seemed to be tightly clenched, held in the hands of that young master.Giuseppe looked at Xavier's lowered head, and suddenly an inexplicable, sad and trembling emotion filled his heart.He realized that he had burdened so much, but wanted so little, and even only hoped for that second of silence within the dim yellow walls.

Giuseppe laughed, a rare, heartfelt laugh.He stretched out his hand to ruffle Xavier's hair, and when the young master raised his head to complain, he hugged him tightly into his chest.He felt the young and vital body, the heart beating vigorously and the blood flowing in the body.He realized that he might be really old, and he couldn't resist the scorching gaze of this young man.He put his lips next to the young master's ear, whispering softly with his slightly hoarse voice:

"Xavier, listen, you can't be like me, and you can't be like Al. You're just yourself, unlike anyone else...my young master."

Xavier froze, he didn't understand what happened, he always felt that there were too many emotions in this sentence, too many emotions that could make him misunderstand.Thinking of this, Xavier couldn't help but have some inexplicable expectations. He turned his head furtively, trying to infer emotions from Giuseppe's eyes.However, that consultant gentleman buried his head tightly, only showing a brilliant blond hair and a little red ear tip.

The red ear tips may be due to drunkenness, or due to other reasons.

drunk?

Xavier was suddenly a little scared, worried that some weird things would happen again last Christmas.However, in fact, this kind of worry was completely unnecessary, because in the next second, Giuseppe straddled him, and then looked down condescendingly with a fox-like expression.

The consultant, rare, covered his lips lightly and softly, as if yearning for the development of violence and conquest, and like a prostitute pretending to be reserved.He is opium, a demon, and the sum of human desires, and he often performs extremely obscene actions with a cold expression.He tilted his head, shaking his waist and hips, and unbuttoned his clothes.He ignites like a gale, burning the thin air that lies between them.

"Xavier, my sweetheart, you probably don't know..."

Giuseppe paused, and let out a sweet gasp from his throat.He bit his lower lip, touched the little young master's, somewhat hot organ, then smiled lowly, and said:

"In the past on Bertoni Street, riding seats were charged separately.

However, just treat it as your first time for free. "

The author has something to say:

The third volume is finished! ! !Next, it will enter a staged repair, and the MUA will be suspended for three days!Miss me!

Volume [-]: Gunshots from the Past