Roses for Rosalind

"Well, I was wrong." Romeo, no, it should be said that Benvolio raised his hands bitterly: "But I must defend myself, I really didn't know that was your girl."

Kazapa relaxed his body again and leaned back on the chair.He raised one eyebrow and lifted his chin, motioning for Benvolio to continue.

"……what?"

"anything else."

"Anything else?" Benvolio froze for a moment, "Not anymore!"

"..."

Benvolio scratched his head and tried to remember for a long time: "I really can't remember." He asked Kazapa strangely: "I haven't done anything to apologize to you recently, have I?"

"Let me remind you, Benvolio," Kazapa frowned, "It seems to be my name that you used when you were out?"

"...That's it?" Benvolio looked at him inexplicably: "Haven't I been doing this for many years?"

Benvolio is a very typical Italian young lady, who has received a very good education since childhood. He can speak romantic and elegant love words like poetry.His figure was slender and tall, and his facial features were handsome enough.When he looks at you intently with those deep black eyes and whispers those touching words of love in a low and moving voice, no matter whether it is a noble lady or a country girl, they all blushed shyly and lowered their faces. Head away, obediently let go.

He had provoked too many women, and there were many silly girls who thought they had found true love who came to him specially.For this reason, Benvolio spent a period of embarrassing days hiding in Tibet.At the same time, the Viscount Montague and his wife were also busy planning the marriage of their only son.The Viscount Montague began to mention the importance of family inheritance intentionally or unintentionally in his letters home. In contrast, Mrs. Montague was much more direct.She collected portraits of unmarried ladies in Verona who were friends with the Montague family, and sent them to Romeo every now and then (of course, there was no Anderson family who was related to the Capulet family. ), Romeo was annoyed.So, gradually, with Romeo's tacit approval, Benvolio began to use his first name on dates.In this way, not only fewer portraits were sent, but those Miss Jiao could only cry and leave after discovering that the owner of the name was not the person they knew, because they wanted to maintain their demeanor and decency and could not make a scene. .

Both of them are very satisfied with this "deal", because they both think that they get convenience and less trouble from it.

"I thought we knew it all the time, didn't we, Romeo?" Benvolio asked inexplicably.

"..." Romeo scratched his hair irritably, and said "tsk" loudly: "It's fine in the past, but from now on, you should never do this again."

"...Oh no! Why!" Benvolio stepped back three steps in disbelief, and exaggeratedly covered his heart with his hands: "Handsome Romeo! Ruthless Romeo! Why did you treat me? So cruel! Don't you love me anymore!"

"...Enough, Benvolio." Romeo looked helplessly at the playful Benvolio: "Can't you watch less of those messy dramas?"

"No way, the beautiful Linda likes it, so I can only risk my life to accompany the beauty." Benvolio spread his hands with a smile, expressing that he was helpless: "However, my dear Honey," he pinched on purpose The voice said: "If you want to abandon someone, you have to give him a reason, right?"

"Put down your damn disgusting address!" Romeo shivered.He gave Benvolio a warning look, and stretched out his hand to wipe off the goosebumps on his arm in disgust: "In Venice before, we still had reasons to argue that the news was false. Now that we are back in Verona, we have done What you did, what you didn’t do, can reach the ears of your father and uncle within a quarter of an hour, how much use can a different name do? If you are really afraid of being chased by women again, just calm down honestly. "

"Do you really think so? I'm afraid not." While he was speaking, Benvolio simply turned on all the lights in the room.He dragged a chair and sat down on Romeo's, and raised his legs carelessly: "The real reason is that you are afraid that someone else will misunderstand you, right?" He ignored Romeo's last words and put his jaw on one hand. , smiling and looking at someone who pretended to be nonchalant in front of him: "For example, that beauty in the afternoon? Huh?"

Romeo glanced sideways at him, but said nothing.

"I seem to have discovered an interesting thing," Benvolio looked at him with interest: "You don't seem to have told her your real name? When I introduced myself to her, my name was Romeo Montague. At that time, she didn't have any abnormal reactions."

"I only told her my middle name." Romeo replied in a deep voice: "I don't like the reaction of those people after they know my name, you should know." He frowned, as if thinking of something not so good Recollection: "That made me feel bad. I wish she knew me, not Romeo Casapa Montague."

"And your neatly packed letters." Benvolio tapped his fingers rhythmically on the handle of the chair: "Every time the postman comes to deliver a letter, you will always be there; After that, I always become a little more talkative than usual; after reading it, I always lock it in the box like a baby, and I don’t even want to let others touch it. I used to wonder who could Let you do that, now it looks like that beauty, isn't it?"

"Benvolio." Romeo interrupted him suddenly, a suspicious red flashed quickly on his face: "You ask too much."

Benvolio changed his posture and continued to look at him with a smile.

Romeo cursed and turned his head away: "One day," he said through gritted teeth, "one day, Benvolio, you will be punished by love."

Although Benvolio grew up with him, this was the first time he had seen Romeo look embarrassed in so many years.Although he was already clapping his legs and laughing wildly in his heart, he still had to put on a calm appearance on the surface.However, his camouflage skills are not yet perfect, so the tone of his speech is still slightly raised: "How is it possible?" Benvolio said nonchalantly: "How can there be a woman in the world who doesn't love me? What's more, if she doesn't love me, why should I love her?"

"If you say that, it proves that you don't know what love is like," said Romeo.

"It's you who don't understand, my brother." Benvolio sat up straight and put on a serious look: "Women are just lessons that we men must learn. And I was 14 When I was ten years old—" He spread his hands and made a helpless expression: "I have already learned the first lesson."

"A woman's wish, a woman's joy. I know everything clearly." He tilted his head and smiled: "—I am a very good and competent lover."

Romeo was silent.

"Listen to me, brother," said Benvolio, "indulge your eyes and let them see more of the beauties in this world."

"That would only make her more beautiful to me."

"There are tens of thousands of beautiful girls in the world," Benvolio said with a snort, "Why are you so stupid as to hang yourself from a tree?"

Romeo just shook his head.

Seeing this, Benvolio wanted to say something more, but Romeo suddenly stood up.He stepped over Benvolio and opened the door, "Let's stop here today." He put on an obvious gesture of seeing off the guests: "It's late at night, Benvolio." He said: " You should go back and rest."

Benvolio had to stand up too, shaking his head and walked across the room.

"I said, brother..."

The door closed mercilessly in front of him.Benvolio put his hands in his trouser pockets and shrugged resignedly. "In a while," he whispered to the door, "maybe three or two months, maybe three or two years, but no matter what, one day you will understand that what I said is correct. "

He yawned, turned around, and was about to take a step—

"Hey! Romeo!" Benvolio rushed back to the door of the room: "Come out! This is my room!"