Mr. Consultant

It was already very late at night, but the banquet in the brownstone building showed no sign of it coming to an end.The little young master sat by the octagonal bay window, a little lacking in interest, watching all the true or false human relationships and positions in front of him.He had already obtained an agreement from Fernando, the word that the old man who was not reused swore to work for Barone.That was enough, the banquet served no other purpose in itself.

Xavier himself didn't know where the idea came from, hoping that Fernando would help Gustavo with his work in the army, so as to relieve the pressure of the transition period.He obviously still has many choices, he can find Cesare, and he can find countless trustworthy characters in the Brownstone Building.But he still hoped to give the old man a chance to get a little so-called sincere thanks, which was actually useless.

Of course, this decision is not entirely wrong.At least Fernando understands the situation in the army and has a very good relationship with Gustavo, so it will not cause some unpredictable and worrisome conflicts and crises.It's just that he is too old, so he can no longer be as energetic as a young man, nor can he have the courage to desperately like a young man.

But, why do people get old, why is there this inevitable weakness?

Xavier couldn't help thinking about something that didn't make sense.The young master felt sorry for Fernando and the poor old man from the bottom of his heart.He thought that if Don Barrone could understand his loyalty and value his ability, then perhaps the old man would not be living in such a depressing and rather miserable situation as he is now.Fernando failed to do the best thing at the best time, which is why he regretted it all his life.

Because of this, the young master felt a little inexplicable joy amidst his helpless sorrow.It was Giuseppe, the counselor, who rescued him from the swamp of his fall and lifted him up on the waves of the world.If it weren't for those chattering preachings and sacrifices, Xavier should still be living the same muddle-headed life at this moment, and shouldn't be able to survive under Maldini's machine gun.

He was grateful for everything that Mr. Consultant had brought him, all the good fortune and misfortune he had brought him.He is grateful for those flashes of inspiration in the confrontation of power, grateful for those stupid moments of wandering and worrying, he is even grateful for the setbacks that made him strong, and the heart-wrenching pains that bit and pulled him to grow.It's a pity that Giuseppe did not yet understand this kindness, nor did he understand the love in his heart.

Xavier would never have had any thoughts about this before, after all, he had already argued with the consultant that this was a fruitless topic.For now, however, most troubles are over and most jobs are under new rules.

And in the final analysis, neither the "Great Garden" nor those old-fashioned figures would act in a momentary way.Although in fact, they still have some complaints and some ulterior selfishness.But those are not important anymore. When there are enough interests in front of him, no one will refuse the temptation of money, just like no one will challenge the young master's power.

They are smart people who would not choose some frivolous folly.

So Xavier no longer has to worry about the threat from the "big garden" and make family affairs some unproductive, emotional premise.He had another subtle expectation, hoping that the consultant could understand his heart.

However, things are not completely settled.The young master looked at the consultant who was not far away, with a cigar in his mouth, and realized that he was indeed a rather wonderful person.If Xavier's memory is not wrong, most of the old guys around Giuseppe have been greeted many times by the consultant with titles such as "bastard" and "old man". .So much so that Xavier could remember their names, and the unreasonable and embarrassingly stupid things they did.

But the consultant himself, as if nothing happened, just leaned on the sofa and chatted happily with others.In Giuseppe's hand, he held a glass of brandy that had run out. While crossing his legs, he tilted his head and told some rather boring jokes.If it weren't for his gold-rimmed glasses and his neat silk suit, Xavier would almost have thought Giuseppe had become an old man, or rather a tasteless old rascal.

Xavier didn't want to treat his lover like this either, but the words and deeds of the consultant had completely broken away from his gentle and restrained mask, and turned straight to some kind of hysterical nature.He recounted Maldini's crimes in total war, and then joined the old guys in cursing Salvatore, cursing the allies for ignoring them.He even mentioned Giovanni, the unlucky cornerman who had gone to hell.He said it was a nasty pedophile, and their opponent Maldini, there is not a good thing at all.

Having said this, Giuseppe put down his wine glass ferociously, and talked about Don Barone's benevolent deeds with those old antiques.He was almost sincere, advocating the old man's virtues and worshiping the old man's words and deeds.He talked about some touching things in the past, such as Don Barone's care for them, such as the situation of sharing joys and sorrows.Giuseppe seldom used such an eloquent, orator-like tone. His thorough confession made those old people almost shed tears.

But Xavier didn't understand why the consultant would do such a thing.He thought that Giuseppe should choose to maintain a certain appearance of inconsistency, and say some hypocritical and high-sounding words.He didn't think that Mr. Consultant was sincere and wanted to build a good relationship with these old guys.After all, Giuseppe has always been a very vengeful figure, and he will not give up his bottom line and determination so easily.

Therefore, the young master had no choice but to carefully observe Giuseppe's words and deeds, hoping to find out what purpose the consultant had.He saw Giuseppe take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and communicate with Gustavo something he couldn't hear from a distance that made him very dissatisfied.Xavier looked at the face of the consultant, and at the extremely gentle smile in those gray-green eyes.He felt baffled, and even had some ulterior jealousy and suspicion.It would be nice, he thought, if Giuseppe treated him like this, if only the advisor was always gentle with him.Although in their shady relationship most of the time, Giuseppe was not without consideration, nor did he show a certain coquettish demeanor.

Yes, you heard it right, "coquettish", that young master stubbornly used this word.

In short, Xavier had never seen such a good-natured voice of Giuseppe except for the few times when he was drunk in the past.The advisor seemed to take pleasure in poking fun at people, and seemed to presuppose a certain bitter tone of his own life.Xavier had no idea of ​​the reason for this personality, and could only comfort himself in his heart while bearing the merciless blow from the consultant.

Xavier sighed, ready to turn his head away and ignore such inexplicable things.But when he saw the completely empty glass on the coffee table, he suddenly understood something that gave him quite a headache.Xavier couldn't restrain his emotions anymore, and therefore resolutely stood up from the sofa.He told Luca, the baby-faced youth assistant who was in charge of pouring wine by his side, to entertain all the people in the venue and take care of everything in the venue.

Then, Xavier strode up to Giuseppe, unceremoniously interrupting the whispering between him and Gustavo.So the consultant, the flush-cheeked consultant, raised his confused face, and he tried to continue his conversation with the second in command, ignoring Xavier's suggestion to go back and rest.

Gustavo stared into Xavier's eyes, instinctively realizing that something was a little subtle.He knew the relationship between Giuseppe and Xavier, and knew that it was best not to touch the young master's reverse scales.Therefore, the second in command was quite kind and signaled that Xavier could take the consultant away and end the silence and silence at this moment.

Xavier nodded, trying to persuade Giuseppe to go back to the room, but when the consultant just responded with a smile with a blurred eye, Xavier finally couldn't help but hug him horizontally.Of course, his behavior must have attracted the attention of those old antiques, and he even received a few beggings to God and Jesus.

But it doesn't matter anymore, because the young master can't let a drunk stay with those old hooligans no matter what, not to mention, the drunk who caused trouble still has his love.Even though that Mr. Consultant may actually be a middle-aged uncle who is also tasteless, Xavier is determined not to give him up, let alone let others see his tenderness.

Xavier felt a little ridiculous, and even realized a little bit of Giuseppe's feeling of taking care of himself in the past.For him, all this is helpless retribution, who made him like this consultant, and blindly fell in love with everything about him.

The young master walked away with Giuseppe in his arms, took him into the elevator, and put him on the bed softly, listening to him complain but didn't understand what he said.Xavier tried to get him some water to drink, so that he would be fully awake, so as not to repeat the embarrassing situation like Christmas Eve, which was very embarrassing for both parties.But just as he stood up from the bed, the consultant suddenly grabbed his arm.

Xavier looked at the slender and exquisitely knuckle palm that was pressed on the suit, and was wrapped up in a burst of warmth that was very useless.With a good voice, he explained his whereabouts to Giuseppe, telling him not to worry about it.But the consultant didn't understand his words, he just held his arm relentlessly, as if he was afraid of losing.

However, the question that came out of Giuseppe's bewitching lips did not please Xavier so much.The consultant narrowed his eyes, and then said in a vague, teasing tone:

"Xavier, Uncle's sweetheart... how do you say, 'He's my love, the love of my life'?"

Although these words were spoken by him himself, and there were no pathetic fallacies or disobedience, it still made the young master feel extremely powerless.Because the consultant is always happy to make fun of it, and regard it as the iron law of running on Xavier.Since the "Great Garden" incident, Giuseppe has brought up this incident every now and then, and his harsh attitude has severely hurt Xavier's heart.The young master couldn't understand why the consultant could remember this sentence so clearly. Of course he didn't know that it was the only evidence that Giuseppe believed in love.

"Yes, yes, that's what I said." Xavier replied helplessly, and then wanted to pull his arm back from the consultant's hand, but at the same time, he heard Giuseppe's almost inaudible voice Said:

"Then what are you doing, are you lying to me?"

Xavier choked, not sure whether the consultant was awake.He hesitated in place for a while, sorting out his flustered heartbeat, and his heart that was equally flustered with that heartbeat.

Speak up, Xavier!Your feelings, your will, should not be deceived in any way, and there should be no lies in any more!This feeling is undoubtedly true, this kind of love is undoubtedly worth the risk, otherwise why are you palpitations, why are you so anxious?

He lowered his honey brown eyes, looked at Giuseppe's still hazy expression, suddenly wanted to hug him tightly like this, and said the words in his heart thousands of times.He trembled uncontrollably, and those scenes that had been rehearsed countless times once again occupied his mind.Xavier held the palm holding him instead, and the temperature between the palm and the skin blended hotly, as if two silent hearts collided silently with each other.

"I didn't lie to you, it wasn't a lie, and it wasn't some stupid play."

Giuseppe realized the meaning of his words, and was suddenly sobered up by fright, but just before he woke up, an inexplicable impulse prevented him from regaining his rationality and calmness at all.He almost blurted out and asked:

"What do you mean, why didn't you tell me about this earlier!"

"Giuseppe, if you insist on me saying it, I love you, it doesn't mean anything else!" Xavier paused, mixed with disappointment and anger, he explained the details in a broken jar :

"I didn't mean to lie to you, or hide the feeling on purpose. But you see, Giuseppe, if I tell the whole thing, it's going to turn out like this. Would you like to see Would you like to hear, would you accept the affection of a man 12 years younger than you!"

Xavier said a lot in one breath, and was a little dizzy because of this, so he had to take a few deep breaths, and then waited for Giuseppe's reply with a mood of waiting for judgment.

However, what he didn't expect, the consultant just asked in a daze:

"Why don't I want to hear it, why can't I accept it?"

"because of you……"

"Xavier, you'd better remember to me that I love you too. And for this damn thing, I'm not at all more comfortable than you!"

"No, the love I'm talking about is..."

"What is it? I just want to be hugged by you, have sex with you, and solve all inexplicable things for you?"

After the consultant finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and lowered his head in embarrassment.He coughed twice, then pulled the quilt violently, trying to cover up the blush that had spread to his neck and ears.But just before he succeeded, that young master took the lead in ending this nonsensical topic with a deep kiss.

A fool, a fool's love.

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