My years as a menswear boss

Grossi felt the biting coldness, and he looked at the boy in front of him blankly, "So, are you going to hand me over to the Pope's guard?"

"I don't have this plan. It's okay if you turn yourself in." Jiqiu said while sitting on the sofa, "I'm a person who likes to listen to stories, and I'm curious about the grievances between you, and how you let John Nice Graziano set himself on fire in the piazza?"

"Master Rosie, you must have investigated my background, my father and Graziano have been playmates since childhood, and he has always regarded him as his best friend in life.

It's a pity that Graziano didn't think so. He was in love with my mother, Amandina, but my mother was deeply in love with my father.

So Graziano conspired with Cosimo Migliorati, and ruined my father and my mother, who could not stand the insult and threw herself into the Tiber.My father also couldn't digest such great grief, he cowardly chose to leave this world. "

"However, Graziano relied on the appreciation of the old pope to become a cardinal. Migliorati usurped the wealth belonging to the Grossi family, and became a cardinal from a small priest.

I was sold into a slave market and picked and picked like an animal.Finally, he was bought by Boris, the owner of the theater, and trained as an eunuch. "

"Boris was not reconciled to Bennett being a small theater in Venice, and he began to curry favor with the nobles of the upper class. Giovanni Pacelli was his first object of curry favor."

With disgust on his face, Grossi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then tore off his shirt.

Jiqiu frowned, looking at the body covered with a thin layer of muscle, covered with symmetrical scars, "Did Pacelli do it?"

"No one knows that the venerable bishop of Venice is not only keen to collect beautiful women, but also likes to use violence against lovers."

Grossi put his clothes back on, leaned against the door, and lit the homemade tobacco roll in his hand.

"Well, I don't like this smell, can it be extinguished?" Jiqiu raised her arms obediently, and she couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Okay." Grossi looked at the boy's clear golden eyes, and had the illusion of bullying a small animal, so he had to stifle the cigarette butt.

Jiqiu walked to the window and opened it to let the wind blow away the smell of smoke in the room. She sat back and said, "Go on."

At this time, Grossi believed that the young master really just wanted to listen to the story, "In Venice, as long as the beauty he likes, regardless of gender, he will be snatched to his mansion. Gradually, he is no longer satisfied with For the pleasure in front of him, he wants more rights."

"That is, he wants to become the Pope. Of course, it is impossible for someone from a small family like him to have too many contacts to use."

Grossi seemed to think of something funny, and smiled, "So I told him quietly, I learned from other lovers who are the most likely candidates to become Pope, and seduced him bit by bit, Just get rid of the people in front of you, and you'll be pope."

"The greedy bishop believed me, and he threatened Graziano with the truth of my father's death.

If he didn't do what he said, and expose the matter to the world, he poured Graziano with a special potion and ordered him to take off his tunic in St. Peter's Square. "

"My grandfather was good friends with Bramante, the rebuilder of the Sistine Chapel, and he told me about the secret road leading from the market to the church.

I inadvertently leaked the news that Pacelli sent someone to kidnap Migliorati from the Sistine Chapel and drown him in the Tiber River with his own hands. "

Grossi looked at Jiqiu, who was listening carefully, and tentatively put his hand on her head and rubbed it. It felt good, "Aren't you curious why Graziano spontaneously ignited in the square? In the last century, uh , Venice captured a large group of witches, tortured them, and asked them the formula of some potions, which were included in the church library.

Pacelli's men hide in the crowd, put the two lenses together, and shine on Graziano against the sun. "

All the doubts in Jiqiu's mind were resolved. The liquid that Pacelli applied to Graziano should have a combustion-supporting effect similar to that of gasoline. With the addition of a mirror, the reaction occurred, and the spontaneous combustion of the human body occurred. She quickly By analogy, "Then you also read the book, prepared a potion, and poured it into the black tea that Pacelli was drinking. If I guessed correctly, the effect of this potion is to constrict the throat, so Pacelli eats He choked to death halfway through."

She revealed a lazy and comfortable whole body, "According to your original plan, the Pope's guards would search Pacelli's room for the tools he used to murder Graziano and Migliorati. Cruel and ruthless, the fallen soul is not accepted by the world, and finally returned to hell!"

"Yes, you are really smart." Grossi looked at the young boy's white and tender face full of compliments, and he couldn't help but laugh for a while. Thinking of his next fate, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Jiqiu wanted to pat him on the shoulder encouragingly, but he could only pat Grossi's elbow, "Your plan is very good, so be it."

"Huh?" Grossi looked stiff, "Didn't you express anything?"

"Uh...do you want me to applaud you?" Jiqiu rubbed his head.

"I killed someone!"

"Are you asking why I didn't send you to Castel Sant'Angelo prison?"

Jiqiu realized what he wanted to express, she spread her hands out of boredom, "You are in jail, where can I find a model who can sing."

"According to the current law, you are covering me." Grossi said, he felt that he was crazy, and he even instigated others to send him to Castel Sant'Angelo.It was dark and damp, full of rats and cockroaches, and the food was always stale.

"Today's laws are the toys of high society, and there is no justice at all."

Jiqiu said indifferently, she looked at Grossi, "Just say whether you want to go to prison or not."

"No." Grossi shook his head honestly.

"Then what are you still struggling with?"

Jiqiu has her own personal model, and she dresses up Grossi beautifully every day, directing him to pose in various poses and draw one picture after another.

Dantès saw that his son was addicted to painting again, but he fell in love with drawing characters. He didn't know whether he was happy or worried, and he was always worried that his son would be addicted to beauty.

The candidate for the Pope of the Vatican also came out, and it was a big upset. It turned out to be Jupes Cappellari, who was the least optimistic at the beginning.

Jiqiu followed Dantès to meet the young and lucky new Pope. Looking at the too tall figure in front of her, her neck was sore with her head held high.

Cappellari is a person who likes children very much. He noticed the predicament of the teenager, and he knelt down thoughtfully to look at him, "It's nice to meet you, Simon. I often hear Dantès praise your bravery, intelligence, and kindness. Considerate."

Jiqiu stared at the friendly-faced uncle next door. Like Dantès, he had beards, his eyes were gentle sea blue, and his temperament was gentle. He didn't look like a gold digger who liked to deal with money at all.

"Hello." Jiqiu tentatively stretched out his chubby hand and shook him, "Congratulations on becoming Pope."

"All of this is God's will." Capelari crossed his chest, and he stood up and talked about business with Dantès.

Jiqiu wandered around in the church, admiring the works left by Michelangelo Buonarroti, she was deeply shocked, and she also wanted to leave a strong mark in history like this artist.

She looked up at Michelangelo's zenith painting "Genesis", catching every little detail with her eyes. Among them, Jiqiu's favorite was "Creation of Adam", the human muscles on it were pleasing to the eye.

Jiqiu stopped and stopped all the way, and roughly browsed the mural "The Last Judgment". This senior gave her a lot of inspiration. paintings.

"How is it?" Dantès asked standing behind Jiqiu.

Jiqiu nodded, "A person who can leave a name in history must be of great significance. Even though he has turned into dust, Mr. Buonarotti still left a lot of things worthy of my study. He is not only a great painter , and has the top level of carving.

His works are not only now, but in the next few hundred years, when people mention sculptors, they will be the first to think of Michelangelo Buonarotti! "

Looking at his son's bright eyes, Dantès couldn't help smiling, "I think Simon will become a great painter, and future generations will remember your name."

"Father, you are exaggerating!" Jiqiu covered her face in embarrassment, with a small slit in her fingers, "As long as they know the name of one of my paintings, I will be satisfied."

Her guardian's filter is getting thicker every day, and her face is getting thinner every day.

"You are still young and have infinite possibilities." Dantès pulled Jiqiu's hand away and gave her a gentle hug, "I believe in your talent."

Jiqiu hugged Dantès' neck, she leaned into the man's ear and whispered, "Father, I will make you the father of the greatest painter of the nineteenth century."

Dantès laughed and kissed the top of the sweet cub's head, "Then I will wait for this day to come."

Dantès and Jiqiu walk out of the Sistine Chapel hand in hand, their journey is coming to an end.

Jiqiu also began to miss the little oranges and little plums who stayed at home. She wanted to hug and hug the little animals.

"Is it finally over?" Grossi stood on the deck, looking at Rome away from him, a strange emotion surrounded him.His 15 years of purgatory life finally came to an end.

"Eat chocolate?" Jiqiu poked him.

"Thank you." Grossi took the candy and put it in his mouth, and his teeth were instantly sweetened.

Jiqiu continued to stuff a piece into his mouth without changing his expression.