My darkness through your life

July, evening, Venice.

Midsummer is the peak tourist season. Although there has just been a heavy rain, the water in St. Mark's Square has overflowed to the ankles. It still can't stop tourists from all over the world from coming here to experience the unique water in Venice.

The business of Florian's Café was as busy as usual, and it was not convenient to perform outdoors, so the band moved the violin performance indoors.

A slender, 20-year-old waiter with a flaxen-colored wavy shawl and long hair and a handsome face walked among the bustling customers with a tray and a smile.He is Quinto Moritti, a third-year journalism student at the University of Bologna. He traveled during the summer vacation and fell in love with the romantic city of Venice, so he decided to live here for a while. Ann cafe to work.Tonight is his second day at work.

Suddenly, the eyes of many customers turned to the door, and Quinto followed their gazes.

A tall and straight young man in a black shirt and jeans appeared at the door.The man's short chestnut hair is fluffy on the top of his head, and a pair of sunglasses is placed on the bridge of his nose. He walks vigorously and freely, with an all-powerful spirit. Behind him, the bustling tourists immediately dim as the background.

Entering the door, the man paused for a moment, stretched out his hand, and took off his sunglasses. A pair of clear eyes glowed faintly like an owl in the dark night, a handsome face was fully presented, and his facial features were as exquisite as God's own hands.He glanced sharply around the cafe and walked towards an empty seat—the seat where Goethe used to sit.

For a moment, Kunto was stunned by the man's extraordinary aura, there is such a sharp man in the world!A feeling of admiration arises spontaneously.

"Quinto, prepare a cup of cappuccino, and bring over a tiramisu." The manager at the side showed a flattering smile on his face, walked quickly to the man's seat, and greeted him humbly.

The man responded with a smile, picked up a magazine on the table, and flipped through it.

Kunto brought over the prepared coffee and cake, bent down, put them in front of the man, and said, "Sir, please use your coffee slowly!"

The man stared at the magazine without looking up, and said, "Thank you!" in a thick and elastic voice.

A scent of cologne mixed with a touch of herbal fragrance fills the heart, it is the taste of Chanel ANTAEUS!Kunto's heart moved, and his eyes moved to the man's face.The man picked up the coffee with his right hand, his full lips slightly parted, protruding slightly, close to the mouth of the cup, the coffee was a little hot, he only took a sip, and then put the cup down.

Seeing the man's lips opening and closing, Kunto's heart beat faster, he quickly looked away, turned and left.

After quickly flipping through the magazine, the man closed the book, put his chin on his arm, stared at the violinist, and listened attentively to his performance of Sarasat's "Song of the Wanderer".Although the man's expression didn't change, Quinto seemed to be able to feel his heart, which was wild with the unrestrained music, and sad with the melody.He scanned him with his eyes from time to time, his heart was like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the wind, and the ripples of joy rippled out wave after wave, seeping into every corner of his body.

The man sat for more than an hour, checked out and left, Quinto felt melancholy, and the man's shadow occupied his mind, which was full and lingering.

The next day, he secretly bought a rose. If the man came again, he decided to give it to him.

However, he waited all night until he got off work in the early morning, but he didn't see the man. He laughed at himself in his heart. Maybe, like himself, he was just passing by here, but he immediately denied this idea. The manager would not Being so familiar with a traveler and knowing his hobbies, he will definitely show up again.

On the evening of the third day, at about the same time, the man actually appeared, and Quinto was very excited.The water in St. Mark's Square has completely receded, and the band has moved to the open air, while the men are still sitting in the same position indoors.

Quinto won the opportunity to deliver coffee to the man, and put a rose that had been prepared a long time ago on the tray.

"Sir, please use your coffee slowly." Kunto's finger muscles were trembling slightly with tension. He slowly took out the coffee cup and cake, and put the rose aside. He secretly practiced for a long time and confirmed that flowers and cups are the most eye-catching placement location.

"Thank you!" The man was flipping through a book, and without looking up, he inserted the flowers into the vase.

Quinto was a little bit happy, a little bit lost. He went back to the backstage and secretly looked at the man's side face, full forehead, straight nose bridge, plump lips, jade-shaped chin, and smooth and lively facial lines. He savored carefully It's like enjoying a visual feast.

If you can touch those sexy lips, you will have no regrets in this life, Quinto fantasized sweetly.

"Quinto, why are you in a daze, quickly deliver coffee to the guests!" Seeing his silly look, the manager yelled at him angrily.

Quinto snapped back to reality, quickly picked up the tray, and continued to shuttle among the guests.

After two days of anticipation, the man came again.

This time, when Quinto put the rose in the same place on the coffee cup, the man raised his head and looked at him with big piercing eyes: "When did the coffeehouse increase the rules of sending flowers?"

"No..." Kunto's face immediately turned red. Many boys had chased him, but it was his first time chasing a boy. He was very nervous and stammered, "Sir, Hua...it's me... For you!"

"Thank you!" Those bright eyes looked at Quinto, making him dizzy: "I haven't seen you before, you're not from Venice, are you?"

Quinto nodded and replied, "Well, I'm from Milan."

The man gracefully picked up the rose with his right hand, sniffed it close to his nose, and said: "It's so fragrant, it's so big, it's the first time someone gave me flowers!" The man raised his head, and a light shot out of his eyes, directly intoxicating Kunto's heart.

Kunto returned to the counter in a daze, looked back at the man, and found that he was looking at him, when the eyes met, a meaningful smile appeared on the man's handsome face, Kunto burst into ecstasy, and quickly returned a Biggest smile ever.

After that, their eyes would collide from time to time, and the man's smile became more and more warm. That day, the man sat for two hours before leaving.

The next day, the man came again, and Quinto still brought the flowers and sent them there together.

When he placed the flowers beside the cup, the man's strong hand stretched out, pressed Quinto's white hand, and stroked it lightly.

A wonderful current spread throughout Quinto's body.

The man moved his hand away, took out something from his pocket, stuffed it into Quinto's pocket, and said, "Waiting for you!"

Quinto went backstage, took out the thing, and saw that it was a room key of the nearby Baglioni Luna Hotel, Room 108.

The man sat for a while, glanced at Quinto, checked out and left.

Kunto hurriedly asked for leave, and went out after a while.

The Baglioni Luna Hotel is not far from St. Mark's Square. Quinto entered through the back door, looked around, and couldn't help but click his tongue. This five-star hotel is really luxurious!

He found Room 108, opened the door with a key, and a scent of flowers came out.

This is a large suite. The entire room is decorated with dark green series. Directly opposite, thick floor-to-ceiling curtains cover the entire wall. Outside, it should be the Grand Canal. There is a large dark green leather sofa on the left wall, and a tea table. There is a fruit plate filled with fresh fruits of different colors. Opposite is the TV cabinet. A glass vase is filled with blooming perfume lilies. In the corner of the living room, a huge pot of green radishes grows lushly.

There is no door between the bedroom and the living room. When you look in, you can see the dark green bed curtain, spread on the soft and wide bed.

In the room, the chandeliers, wall lamps and table lamps are all lit up, bright and brilliant.

With his heart pounding, he walked in, and someone closed the door immediately behind him, and a cold knife lay across his neck on the right side.

Quinto suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he dared not move, and was so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

"Who sent you, say?" It was the man's voice.

Kunto immediately relaxed and replied with a smile, "So it was you!"

"Pfft", the knife in the man's hand flew across the living room, and was accurately inserted into the center pillar of Luluo.

Quinto turned around and faced the man, staring into his clear eyes, finally able to see him so close, Quinto's heart was beating wildly.

The man was expressionless, and he asked, "Why did you send me flowers?"

Finally having the opportunity to confess to the person he likes, Kunto mustered up the courage and said shyly, "I... like you!"

The man was a little surprised when he heard his direct confession. He took a deep breath, suddenly stretched out his slender and powerful arms, and hugged Kunto into his arms.

"Tell me, what's your name?" The man softly touched Quinto's ear and asked softly.

"Quinto Moritti, from the University of Bologna, you are going to be a senior soon, what's your name?" Suddenly being embraced by the man, Quinto felt his heart was about to pop out, and the rushing blood strongly impacted Every bloodline.

"Quinto, call me Robert."

"Robert!" Quinto murmured, the happiness came too fast, making his muscles weak and his whole body weak.

"Hmm," Robert replied, parting Quinto's long hair with his nose, rubbing his cheek against his ear, touching his neck with his lips from time to time, Quinto felt indescribably comfortable, and the beautiful electric current passed through his skin one after another, exciting Respond like a flower blooming in the body cells.

"How do you know I like boys?" Robert asked.

"Smell, you have a smell that I like." Kunto replied, in fact, it's your whole body that is written with loneliness.

"Elf!" Robert bit Quinto's ear pinna lightly, his lips moved over, and the kiss turned into raindrops, falling on Quinto's forehead and cheek.Quinto closed his eyes intoxicated, feeling the plump lips that he dreamed of, beating hungrily on his face, every time, a note that made him tremble.

After kissing for a while, Robert stopped, his eyes fixed on Quinto's face.

Quinto's cheeks turned hot pink due to excitement, he opened his eyes, met Robert's bright eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly, revealing a shy and misty smile.

"Oh, I want to swallow you!" Robert muttered, and suddenly pushed Quinto to the wall, wrapped his legs, pressed him against the wall, pressed his lips against his lips, and the warm raindrops It turned into a fiery storm, and he sucked and bit at Quinto like a hungry wolf just catching food.

Kunto was oppressed to the point of suffocation, and was bitten by Yun to the point of pain. The first time he saw him, Kunto knew that this was the man he had dreamed of, the man he had been waiting for with his youth, and he wanted to keep his wildness, keep him Every inch of breath can't be missed.He reached into Robert's waist, rubbed and teased, and couldn't wait for him to melt himself completely.

Robert was so excited by Quinto, he hugged him eagerly, stepped into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, tore his clothes roughly, and pressed his body on top.

Quinto's body and mind screamed for joy...

Passion dies down.

Robert put his arms around Quinto, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the small cut on his lower lip bitten by himself, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

It's kind of hot, but Quinto doesn't mind at all: "It doesn't hurt."

Robert said lovingly: "Okay! Then I'll go."

Looking at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock at night. They got up to take a bath and put on their clothes.

Robert took out a stack of money with a denomination of 200000 lire and put it on the tea table: "Kunto, you are staying here for the time being, and I will renew the room for half a month."

Quinto blushed when he saw the money, and said embarrassingly, "Robert, I'm not that kind of person."

Robert walked up to him, hugged him, and said softly: "Quinto, of course you are not that kind of person, but I still want to see you very much, but I can't always go to the cafe to find you. Please be here Stay here, I will visit you when I have time until you start school, okay?"

Robert's amber eyes were round and bright, and his bushy eyebrows were raised upwards. He looked at Quinto seriously, his eyes were very sincere.

"That...not so much, my life is very simple." Quinto whispered, and Robert said he would come to see him again, which aroused waves of joy in his heart.

"Not much, let you here first. Remember, try to keep a low profile, don't let anyone notice you, let alone tell anyone about us, promise me!"

"En!" Quinto nodded cautiously.

"Goodbye, elf, I will come to see you when I have time." After speaking, Robert kissed Kunto's lips again, stood up, walked to the window, and took out the knife embedded in the middle of the green radish.

When he walked to the door, he turned his head, and Kunto was looking at him reluctantly, with clean, fresh and refined eyes, a living elf.

He smiled knowingly, turned around, and gently closed the door.

The room suddenly seemed very quiet, and Kunto felt sweetness in his heart. He walked into the bedroom, took off all his clothes, climbed into the comfortable big bed, smelled the fragrance left by Robert, and lay on his pillow thinking about every inch of his skin. , into dreamland.

The next day, Quinto quit his hotel room, resigned at the café, visited two more churches, and returned to the Baglioni Hotel Luna.

All day long he was thinking: "Will he really come to see me? Yes, yes..." He kept encouraging himself.

However, after eleven o'clock in the evening, before Robert arrived, he was so disappointed that he had to go to bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, the passion with Robert the day before passed through his heart over and over again, the wonderful taste was like electricity, repeated Agitate his body...

The author has something to say: Hey, welcome to this novel, let us walk through their stories together, there is love, there is hatred, there is affection, there is hurt, love is eternal, love is eternal~~