Roses for Rosalind

Rosie hid at a street corner in front of the Montague mansion, looking out from a distance.

She wanted to call Romeo out to learn about the situation in Montague, but there are too many people who recognize her face now, if she stepped forward rashly, she might suffer some kind of trouble.What method should be used to call Romeo out without disturbing other people, Rosie wanted to break her head.

She sighed in distress, and from the corner of her eye, it seemed that someone had been watching her.Rosie froze for a moment, then turned around, and saw a boy about four or five years old standing behind her and staring at her unblinkingly.Seeing Rosie turning her head, the little boy was not in a hurry to hide.Instead, he even winked at Rosie and blew a kiss.

"This beautiful lady," he deliberately wanted to imitate his elders and fathers, but the pretentious appearance appeared on his pink and immature face, which only made people feel extraordinarily funny: "What are you worrying about?"

"Hello, little gentleman." Even though she was still troubled, Rosie couldn't help being amused by the little guy.She supported her knees, and squatted down in front of him, so that the two people's eyes became even: "I'm worried about how to call a person out of there." She pointed to the Montague mansion in front of her.

"What's so distressing about this?" The little guy said he couldn't understand.

"Because I would be embarrassed." Rosie said casually.The reasons for each are too complicated, even if you explain it to the little guy, he probably can't understand it.

The boy showed a "I really can't do anything about you" expression.He pretended to think for a while: "Well, maybe I can help you with this?" He put his hands behind his back and raised his chest a little higher: "Who do you want to call?"

"Really?" Rosie was surprised. "Thank you so much. Could you please help me find someone? His name is Romeo, you should know him too?" The boy nodded, and Rosie added: "If he doesn't believe you , you just tell him 'Mier', and he will come with you naturally, and I will wait for you here." It really didn't take much effort to come, the Montague family wouldn't embarrass a child.

"Mi'er? Your name is so beautiful." The boy said solemnly: "Then, what will you give me as compensation?"

"... Compensation?" Rosie took out a few coins in her pocket: "Is this okay?"

"No, no, I don't want this." The boy shook his head again and again: "Can you give me a kiss?"

... Sure enough, * has become one of the innate skills of the Italians, even children.Rosie bent down dumbfounded, ignored the boy's pouty mouth, and lightly touched his forehead. "Okay, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

"Oh, Mi'er, you are playing tricks." The boy muttered dissatisfiedly, reached out and touched his forehead, and went there unwillingly.

Rosie waited there for a while, and Romeo's figure appeared in her sight.He lowered his head and asked the boy a few words, and soon followed the boy towards Rosie.

"Mi'er, luckily you fulfilled your mission." The boy happily ran towards Rosie, not seeing the strange expression of Romeo behind him when he heard this address: "You can give me another kiss as a reward." ?"

Before Rosie could speak, Romeo moved first.He took a few quick steps to pass the boy, and stood between the boy and Rosie. "Obviously not." He raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for your help." Although he said thank you, Romeo was not polite at all.He mercilessly ordered the boy to leave: "You can go now."

Overwhelmed by his height, the boy stared at him for a while without daring to speak, then turned and left aggrieved.

Rosie smacked him from behind: "He's just a kid."

"I know." Romeo turned around and said as a matter of course: "It is precisely because he is just a child, otherwise I would not be so polite just now. You know, there are two things that Italian men must never touch. Sisters, on the other hand, are wives or lovers."

"..." Rosie didn't know what to say about him.

"Sissy," Romeo said, reaching out his hand, as if he wanted to hug her.But in the end, she changed the direction and just touched her cheek lightly: "Why are you here suddenly?"

"...I haven't seen you for a week." Rosie lowered her head and rubbed her toes on the ground embarrassingly: "I'm here to discuss with you what we should do next... Come and see you."

This is the first time Rosie has seen Romeo since the accident.

Perhaps because he has been worrying about Benvolio, a faint shadow appeared under Romeo's eyes.Compared to a week ago, he was undoubtedly much thinner.Although seeing Rosie brightened his eyes, but the gray shadow of melancholy still shrouded his brows, lingering.

"It's only a week." Rosie raised her head and reached out to touch the protruding cheekbones on his thin face with distress: "How did you make yourself like this?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry about me." Romeo grabbed her hand and stayed on his face for a long time: "I can still handle it."

But your performance doesn't say that.Rosie sighed, and swallowed the words that had come to her lips: "How is the situation in the Montague family now?"

"It's not good, father and mother are very angry," said Romeo, which is what Rosie expected: "They think it's all Tybalt's fault, and Benvolio just suffered innocently."

"The situation of the Capulet family is similar, no, it should be said that it is much more serious than the Montague family." Rosie bit her lips: "Earl Paris came to propose to Juliet, and uncle has already agreed... On Thursday, the day after tomorrow, their wedding will take place."

"What?!" Romeo couldn't believe his ears: "Are you serious? Why did Viscount Capulet make such a hasty decision?"

"The reason is complicated, and it's hard for me to explain it clearly to you." Rosie pursed her lips: "Today is already Tuesday, and we don't have much time left, so I came to you in such a hurry. You know Where is Benvolio now? I think he has a right to know."

"I know." Romeo turned to leave: "I'll tell him right away."

"Wait!" Rosie pulled him back, "What's the use of telling him now? He's already been expelled from Verona. Do you want him to come back and fight Paris desperately?"

"..." Hearing what she said, Romeo also became overwhelmed: "But..."

"Listen to me." Rosie took a deep breath, patted the back of his hand to calm him down: "I went to find Father Lawrence, and he promised to help me find a medicine to fake death, which can make people drink It's like being really dead."

"If the bride is dead, the wedding will naturally be impossible." Romeo said plainly, "After Capulet 'buries' Juliet, Benvolio can secretly take Juliet away."

"Hmm." Rosie felt her face was burning badly. Before that, she had always asked Juliet not to elope, but she still had to adopt this method in the end. "But this is just a stopgap measure," she said hastily: "We will have to find a way to solve this problem later on. The top priority is not to allow Juliet to marry Paris."

"Yes, of course I know that." Romeo said: "Like Benvolio's matter, Montague will never let him be exiled for the rest of his life. We will always find a way to solve this matter and wrong him. "

As he spoke, he sighed sadly, and his brows were involuntarily wrinkled.Too many things have happened during this period of time, and the heavy burden is on his shoulders, making him breathless.

"Benvolio is only being exiled now, which is already worthy of our gratitude." Rosie wanted to comfort him: "According to the law, Benvolio was supposed to be executed. At least he is still alive now." Life, this is already very good, isn't it?"

"Yes." Romeo sighed: "For us, this is indeed the grace of the prince's kindness, but for Benvolio, this is a torture worse than death."

"..."

"For Benvolio, only where Juliet is is heaven. Every cat, every dog, even every mean little mouse in Verona can look up to her but he could not see her. The filthy fly could touch dear Juliet's white hand, and steal from her lips heavenly bliss, while he must fly far away. In this Verona city , even a beggar is a free man, but he is an outcast. To Benvolio, even a well-prepared knife, a sharp knife, or any deadly weapon is far more important than Exile is a much more merciful word."

"Such a dark day without a ray of sunshine," Romeo concluded: "It's just a desperate, helpless end, never an option."

"...But how do you know?"

"Of course I know." Romeo looked deeply at Rosie: "Because that's what I think."

"If one day I am forced to leave your side, I will definitely die."

Rosie suddenly couldn't bear the man's gaze any longer. "...I should go." She lowered her head in embarrassment. "At nine o'clock tomorrow, I will go to the church with Juliet. I will ask her to write a letter. After you take it, you must remember to hand it to the class." Volio."

"Ah."

"……I'm leaving."

"it is good."

Rosie turned to leave, but couldn't help turning back after walking for a while.Romeo still maintained the posture just now, standing still and looking at her, like a stone statue.It seemed that if Rosie didn't look back, he would stay like this forever, standing forever.

"That's right, Sissy."

"……Um?"

"Not a week."

"……what?"

"The time we were separated was not a week." Romeo looked at her deeply: "It is a full ten days."