Centennial

Warm sun, blue sea.

This is Sicily, an isolated beauty.

"If you don't go to Sicily, it's like you haven't been to Italy: because in Sicily you can find the beauty of Italy." These are the sentences Gus wrote when he arrived in Palermo on April 1787, 4.

Palermo is located at the bottom of a basin formed by an extinct volcano, surrounded by mountains on three sides and leading to the blue Mediterranean Sea on one side.At noon, the whole city glowed slightly under the golden sunlight.Splendid marble columns of Greek temples, Muslim towers like spider webs, and numerous Spanish churches can be seen everywhere here.And beside the glorious ruins, there is also a shadow that cannot be concealed.

In the civilian area of ​​Palermo, most people have no sanitation facilities. Even if there are thousands of flowers and the cool mountain breeze blows, it still cannot eliminate the smell of garbage after the sun shines.The mottled walls support the old-fashioned balconies, and the balconies can even whisper to each other. Residents mostly like to go outside and talk about their lives.

Just like now, Paul, a well-known good guy in this seaside town, was talking with his neighbor next door. The black-haired girl standing behind him glanced at him and then turned to look at the ruins of the ancient Normandy castle winding on the hillside in the distance.

The girl was petite and looked less than 15 years old. She had long black hair and amber eyes. Her oriental appearance stood out among a group of Westerners.It was also because of this that Paul asked her to cover up her face.

If you want to talk about why Paul, a native Sicilian, would have such an oriental girl who habitually pretends to be facially paralyzed... It starts from a week ago.

At that time, Paul thought about going to the beach to catch some fish to make a living, but he didn't expect to find a man on the beach.At that time, the other party was breathing in but not out, and Paul just took it home with the mentality of trying it out. After the other party regained consciousness...

"Ah, what a broken place."—this is the first sentence.

"Well... who am I?"—this is the second sentence.

That's right, Paul was very bitter to find that the kid didn't remember his identity, his past, or even his own name.After staring at the girl for about 3 minutes, Paul reluctantly agreed to take her in, and asked her to promise not to cause trouble.

"Alas... a girl like you shouldn't stay in this kind of place." After chatting with the neighbor, Paul frowned, looking at the girl in a state of fugue with distress.

"I can't do anything until I recover my memory. Let me hang out with you for a while." The girl shrugged, and sat on the stone in front of the room with her cheeks on her shoulders, squinting her eyes, "I think my name may be Ling Boli .”

"...you said your name was Asuka this morning!" Paul twitched the corners of his mouth, "I've never heard of such a strange name!"

"I think I may also be called Liang Ri." The girl tilted her head and thought for a while, "No, it may also be Monkey King."

Paul stood up decisively and walked into the house.

Paolo Quiliano, 41, is slender, sallow, with a scraggly beard and the only big black eyes he gets.He used to be cheerful and always kept a smile on his face when encountering any setbacks, but recently he has been a little melancholy.

And the girl who was the culprit was chatting with Gina next door on the balcony with her cheeks on her hands.

"Gina, has Paul been alone all this time?"

Gina has reddish-brown fluffy hair that doesn't look easy to manage. From her face covered by heavy makeup, it can be seen that she should be a beauty. She supports herself by her body. In this place, her behavior will not be condemned, but it is enough to make many people keep a distance from her.

At this time, she was lying on the edge of the crumbling balcony of her house. The clothes with a low neckline were gone, and her bright red lips were slightly parted: "Paul used to have his own family, a wife and a daughter. But because he offended the authority, Or, the daughter was also taken away, and the wife also left her, well, generally speaking, it’s more ominous than good.”

Gina said that she narrowed her eyes slightly, straightened her body, and turned her head slightly to face the sun: "Anyway, your appearance gave him a comfort, little beauty."

Because the girl couldn't remember her name all the time, Gina kept calling her Little Beauty.Girls always feel that this is a kind of irony.But compared to the previous racially discriminatory "Oriental" title, she still chose to accept this.

At this moment when she has no memory, the girl weighed the pros and cons and firmly held onto Uncle Paul who had saved her.She can tell that the other party is a good person.After she heard Gina next door say that Paul went to the pier every day to fish for work just because there was an extra girl in the family, she began to reflect on whether she had caused trouble to Paul.

When Paul came back that night, he was scared to death by the black-haired girl hiding behind the door with only half of her face showing before he could move anything: "Wow! What are you doing hiding here?"

The girl raised her head, looked at him and said, "Paul, I want to go out to work."

Paul was taken aback: "But you don't remember anything, you'd better stay at home..."

"It doesn't matter, I think I will be blessed if I survive a catastrophe." The girl looked at the jug to confirm that she was well-groomed, and then picked up a bunch of grapes to eat, "First, I need a name. Paul, help Shall I have a name?"

Paul stroked his beard with his hands, thought for a while, and said in a deep thought, "Let's call her Elsa."

"Elsa?" The girl tilted her head and repeated.

"Well, it means God's oath in Hebrew." Paul smiled, "Remember, Elsa, you can't break your oath no matter what."

In fact, I prefer those names in my memory... And I don't believe in God... Now the girl named Elsa nodded: "Well... okay."

The next day, Elsa sat in front of the door basking in the sun and thinking about what she could do.coolie?no!Same as Gina?Absolutely not!She thought about the occupations of the people she met these days, but there was still no result.

What on earth did I do before?How do you make money?In my impression, I seem to live off my lips... Elsa began to pick up a wooden stick and poke the ground boredly, flashing a series of words such as "Ninja", "Alchemist", "Mafia", "Gundam" in her mind. Eggs" and the like are probably professional things.

"Is this Paul's house?" A sudden voice called Elsa back from her fugue. She looked up and found a red-haired boy with a dark blue hat, who looked friendly.

Elsa stood up and faced him. When she got closer, she could see the pattern of four-pointed stars reflected in the crimson pupils of the other party. For a moment, something like "Sharingan", "No, why not?" Pentagram", "There must be some killer skills", "When will Hokage end", and finally she came back to her senses, put her hands behind her back, and answered the other party: "Paul is out, who are you?"

The other party was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Hi, I'm Simon, Simon Cozart."

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