immortal person

Giovanni is sitting on the head of the bed, his upper body is naked, and the morning light is streaming down his graceful shoulders, neck and back, reminiscent of the smooth and powerful lines of classical sculptures.

Lorenzo looked at him quietly for a while, then put his arms around him.Giovanni turned quickly, bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, "Good morning, Your Highness."

"Good morning," Lorenzo blinked, "Joe."

He put his arms around the young man's neck and pulled him down.The dark gray eyes stared at him unblinking, reflecting his own features.Once the eyes were like a misty sky, but now they were so clear and so bright that Lorenzo would try to compare them to two gray crystals.He kissed the tip of Giovanni's nose, and Giovanni kissed his lips.They taste each other like a piece of candy.

Giovanni ran his fingers between his fair hair and whispered, "Your Highness."

"Ah."

"Lorenzo."

Lorenzo smiled: "Yeah."

They kiss again.If desire were a white bird, it had hovered over them all day and night.He looked at the crucifix above the bed. The dark blue ribbon still bound the eyes of the Savior, making him unable to see or hear.This big bed was supposed to be his marriage bed, but now it was used to breed evil.But if this is what it feels like to be in sin, then he understands why the archangels are willing to fall.One heart rushes to another as willingly as sticks to a fire, making sinking feel like rising, and being damned like being in heaven.

He stroked the back of Giovanni's neck, feeling how the body was expanded and filled again, how the boundaries between self and others, "I" and "non-self" were completely annihilated.How can a person find a new "life" in another person, and how can he be willing to die while being born again?Most of the time, he can't think, and he has no time to feel confused. Warmth, joy and satisfaction lift him up like ocean waves. He feels complete, brand new and happy, just like Adam held God's hand for the first time when the world was created.

Thank you Lord, he thought with his eyes closed, please accept the gratitude from the rebellious.It turns out that too much happiness is as good as too much pain to encourage faith. Thank you for giving me your most gentle creation.

They embraced, blond and black hair intertwined, sweaty skin pressed against each other, as if that alone would be enough to quench their thirst.Nobody wants a little separation.Both of them have always adhered to the good work and rest of the French, but this day they hang out in the bedroom for too long.At noon, there was a knocking sound outside the door, Lorenzo pushed him away with a smile, and opened the door with his clothes on.When he came back, he held a stack of documents in his hand, his eyes quickly scanned the entries, and he went to the table to pick up a pen and sign his name.Giovanni asked, "What is it?"

Lorenzo picked up the paper and waved it at him: "The bill."

On paper is a figure that is unimaginable for ordinary citizens.Seeing his surprised expression, Lorenzo smiled: "Of course the happiness of the whole city is not cheap."

Florence needs a grand event to sweep away the stagnant atmosphere brought about by his long illness, and last night was his way of showing off his financial power and appeasing the hearts of the people.In addition to the dinners and dances prepared for the dignitaries in the palace, a mythical dance drama was staged on the banks of the Arno River for a long time.And these are paid out of the Duke's treasury.

Lorenzo continued to flip through the rest of the documents, frowning occasionally.His tunic is only loosely knotted at the waist, and Giovanni stares at his bare chest.It's too pale.

Reviewing the remaining paperwork did not take much time.Not long after, Lorenzo turned to look at him: "I'm going to have a long vacation. I want to go to Carreggie - that's where I spent my childhood."

"why?"

The Duke is as diligent as the hands of a clock that never stops. This is the first time he has heard that Lorenzo is going to take a vacation.Lorenzo shook his head: "I did something that many people would not approve of. If I stay here, people will come to my door to persuade me to change my mind in the next six months. I can leave on the grounds of recuperation, and leave Florence at this time. Maybe that's enough to show my attitude."

After a pause, Lorenzo asked, "Aren't you curious about what it is?"

Giovanni shook his head.Lorenzo laughed. "Don't be so discreet. Soon, everybody will know," he said. "I think . . . I haven't had a real, full vacation in about seven years. Will you come with me?— — there will be a month without anyone bothering us."

"Really?" Giovanni raised an eyebrow.

Lorenzo laughed. "At least not for the first few days—what's your answer?"

Giovanni smiled and shook his head; he was content enough.He walked over and put his arms around Lorenzo's waist, "Of course," his lips pressed against Lorenzo's neck again, "Of course."

A week later, they came to Karegi.This famous spa valley in Tuscany is located in the southwestern outskirts of Florence, where the Medici family owns a manor.The Duke's carriage left the city gate in the early morning, passed through green fields and poplar groves, and crossed clusters of citrus groves and grape arbors surrounded by cobblestones, and came to this huge mansion in the twilight.Even on the hills that are several miles away, people can see the square manor by the river bank and its towering bell tower from a distance. It is a beautiful building completed by Michelozzo 20 years ago.The carriage drove along the stone path all the way to the black iron gate, and a group of female relatives were already waiting under the tree. Giovanni recognized the leader as Mrs. Clarice Tornaboni, Lorenzo's mother, with whom he had been at five There was a relationship at the wedding a year ago.This noble lady has maintained the same appearance for many years, and time seems reluctant to make her a little haggard.She obviously still remembered him, too, and treated him like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time.According to etiquette, she greeted Giovanni first. "We all like your pictures," she said softly. "I'm glad you're back in Florence."

Giovanni was taken aback; his few public paintings were all in the Vatican, and there was no trace of his handwriting left in the Medici Palace.The Duchess has been living in Carreggi for a long time and rarely travels far. He doesn't think she has passed through Rome in recent years.He looked at Lorenzo, and Lorenzo turned his head to talk with the servants of the manor, seemingly not paying attention to their conversation.

Then the Madame turned to Lorenzo, who smiled at her and held out his hand.And she turned to look behind him: "Where's your brother? He didn't walk with you?"

Giovanni noticed that Lorenzo paused and silently withdrew his hands that would have embraced her.

"He still has some business to attend to."

"When will I be back?" she asked eagerly.

"I'm not sure," Lorenzo replied. "Maybe in three months, maybe in six months."

Madam nodded slightly, but failed to hide the disappointment hidden in her eyes.Lorenzo stood there, silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, mother."

He kissed the Duchess lightly on the back of the hand, asked the guards to unload the carriage for her present, and then walked into the palace without looking back.Giovanni's eyes swept between the two one by one, and the servant at the side saw his doubts, and said in a low voice, "It's always been like this."

Giovanni said nothing.From then until the dinner, Lorenzo was not in high spirits—even though he still maintained the smile that seemed to grow on his face, Giovanni could see that he was absent-minded, and his eyes frequently dropped, as if he was waiting for something.He did not wait long.After the meal, the maid served the silver plate containing the wine and milk jelly. At this moment, someone knocked lightly and hastily on the door of the banquet hall.A middle-aged man with the appearance of a messenger hurried in, handed a bundle of sealed scrolls to Mrs. Clarice, and whispered, "Your brother."

She looked up at Lorenzo first.The young duke was picking up the handkerchief and quietly wiped the corners of his lips.She withdrew her gaze, slowly unfolded the secret letter, only glanced at it, then frowned.

"Monsieur Buonarroti," she paused, smiling up at Giovanni, "may I ask you to give me some alone time with my child?"

Giovanni nodded.Lorenzo shook the back of his hand as he rose. "Please don't go too far away from me," he said.

The door closed quickly behind Giovanni.He stood behind the door, knowing that this was probably what Lorenzo was talking about this morning.Behind the bronze door, the murmur in the hall only lasted for a short period of time, and it was the Duchess who raised the volume first: "He is your uncle..."

"I know that very well," replied Lorenzo.

"I hope that you should at least let us know before making such a decision," she scolded, "to draw lots for two civilians of unknown origin to join the ruling body? The names of the Medici and Tornaboni are Defilement. Your uncle should have the right to know, and perhaps he can prevent your recklessness. You will do yourself a disservice."

"Power beyond utility is despicable. It's the same for us all."

"He insisted against—"

"As you may know, the silver mine he invested in did not get the expected returns, so he is looking for other sources of income recently." Lorenzo sighed, and Giovanni imagined that he was probably pressing his forehead, "Guess, he Is it so objectionable to outsiders joining at this time, because they might thus discover his business?—you understand that I mean those which must be done secretly."

"...he is your uncle, Lorenzo."

"It was me who made him a member of the ruling body," Lorenzo said. "To be honest, I often regret this decision."

"Anyway," she insisted, "he is our kin."

Lorenzo was silent for a while.For some time Giovanni heard nothing.

"I almost died of illness half a month ago, mother." After a long time, he heard Lorenzo say softly, "I happened to notice that no one in the Tornaboni family cared about me—even you Too."

As expected, the conversation immediately stalled.Even standing outside the door, Giovanni could still feel the uneasy oppression in the hall.The Duchess said no more, and Giovanni wondered if she had begun to sob softly.After a short pause, Lorenzo apologized to her, but she never spoke again.Not long after, the door was finally opened again for the servants, and Lorenzo left the banquet hall quickly, his face pale and terribly pale.When he saw Giovanni outside the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took his hand.

He held on so tightly.There were still two maids standing by the door, but Lorenzo didn't seem to care anymore.He took Giovanni back to the bedroom and hugged him hard after the door closed.Giovanni put his arms around him and stroked his back gently.

His loss of control ended quickly, as if the fleeting touch of a limb was enough to soothe him.When he let go of Giovanni, Giovanni put his arms around him again.

Lorenzo froze in his arms.Immediately, he put his forehead on Giovanni's shoulder and sighed.

"Not a great start," he said. "I mean, for the holidays."

Giovanni shook his head.Lorenzo patted Giovanni on the arm, motioning him to let go.The young man didn't move, but tightened his hands.So Lorenzo stopped moving.Leaning on Giovanni's chest, he said, "... Am I relying too much on you?"

"Not enough," replied Giovanni.

In the still darkness, Lorenzo saw his soft gray eyes, calm as if they could forgive all discord.Lorenzo smiled.

"Guess what I'm thinking right now."

"what?"

The smile finally returned to Lorenzo's voice: "I'm such a lucky man."

thank God.Maybe for the hundredth time today, he added in his mind.