[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

Finally, let us go back to the time point of 21 years old.This is my 12th year in the mafia world, 11th year since I met Squalo, 5 years since I slept with him for the first time, and 1 year before XANXUS is released Year.

My name is Lin Zhongyue, and no Italian can pronounce my name.They all call me Luna, Luna, the moon, the moon everywhere.I am an official member of Pengelie's direct combat force, and I am also registered on the peripheral member list of Balian.

Most of the time, I'm either on combat unit duty or picking up garbage after the Balian's big men.Human life is real garbage to them, and every time I start cleaning up the bodies and blood, they usually don't even look at the battlefield anymore.They talked and laughed, or quarreled, or accused each other.In short, they don't look at the dead, whether it is the enemy killed by them or the companions killed by the enemy, it seems that before I started to collect the corpses, at the moment when the dead people died, these dead people had already been captured in their consciousness. Sweep it into the dustpan and completely disappear from their eyes.

Most of the time is spent like this.Other time is spent working on paperwork, attending drinking parties, and learning the essentials of Vanity Fair.This is another weird place, the Mafia was raised as a beast when we were young, but when we grow up, we start to learn how to package ourselves as "normal people".The bigwigs hope that our cadres are bright and bright, like decent elites who came out of a certain institution of higher learning, not hyenas chasing rotting corpses.

Squalo hated the hyena metaphor.It's not just him, there's very little Mafioso who doesn't resent the trope.They prefer to think of themselves as animals such as wolves, lions, and eagles. They feel mighty, powerful, and more importantly, glamorous—they can say it.For example, when others introduce the leader of Pengel, they like to say that this is a lion, and when they introduce Squalo, they say that he is a ferocious shark, but no one wants to be introduced, "This is the famous 'hyena' xxx".

That's right.The mafia is not hyenas because we are worse than hyenas.Hyenas eat carrion corpses, but protect each other and lick their calves deeply. Even hunting is just for survival, instead of showing off their power like the mafia and completing their own set of "glory" by trampling others to death.

Well, after dividing this part of the time, I have a little time left.On those few days, I can just lie in bed in my apartment and sit in a daze, or sit in a daze by the window.I bought a very good headphone, Sennheiser’s flagship, with all the earmuffs. When you put it on, the whole world will be far away, and only you will be immersed in the music.The tuning of German headphones is cold and flat, suitable for listening to classical music and symphony.I listen to Mozart, the music prodigy they say you should listen to when you're depressed.

I also bought a lot of books, Calvino, Borges, Nabokov, Thomas Mann Hesse, Hemingway, Fitzgerald...even Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Su Tonggefei from China, Yasunari Kawabata, Ryunosuke Akutagawa from Japan Ichiyo Higuchi...not Yukio Mishima, I don't like Yukio Mishima.A defense of militarism.

Most of these books stayed intact on the shelf collecting dust, and they stared at me quietly for a limited time.For me, it seems that just looking at them quietly, looking at these familiar and unfamiliar names, I can hold the connection with the past again, and once again muster up the courage to say to myself: I am Lin Zhongyue.

——Physical death is not real death, but conceptual death is.Some people are dead, but they are still alive; some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Only when I put on headphones and listen to Mozart, and flip through these books that I didn’t read much in my previous life, life is life, not just “alive”.

Sometimes Squalo would come to see me at the apartment—during the day, of course, as I said they were not allowed to stay anywhere else at night—and he would meet me in a living state.This proud shark is usually only interested in fighting and killing, yelling and losing his temper, pondering whether Peng Lie has evil intentions, how to rescue XANXUS, and at most one thing, so he was interested in it at first. I'm not interested in music or books.

Later, probably due to the frequent encounters, he couldn't help becoming curious.I remember, I was sitting by the window reading a book, I just got out of the shower, so I was wearing a nightgown, stepping barefoot on the thin carpet, thinking that it would be nice to have money to rent a house with heating.At this time, for the first time, he leaned over, resting his chin on my shoulder, staring at the book in my hand.

That is Yu Hua's "To Live".Chinese Version.original.My mother tongue and my predecessors.

I remember his hair smelled a little bit of shower gel, which was mine; it was wet against my side, and the drops of water soon soaked my hair, my neck, and my bathrobe.Also, I remember his high nose and tightly furrowed eyebrows out of the corner of my eye.He stared at my book, the disgust and dissatisfaction almost overflowing.

"What kind of ghost painting are you looking at?"

"Get out of the way," I pushed his head, "go dry your hair. You wet my clothes."

"What are you looking at?" he asked stubbornly. "It's not Italian."

He probably suspected that I was a spy.I have dealt with the darkness for a long time, and it is inevitable to be suspicious.I sighed and told him that this is Chinese, the author is Yu Hua, and the book is called "To Live", which is very famous in that country.

"Why do you know Chinese?!"

"I'm Chinese." I closed the book and reached for the hair dryer next to me. "I could speak Chinese before I was born."

Sure enough, he immediately lost his temper loudly again, saying that I was playing tricks on him, how could it be possible for someone to speak a language?I gave him a perfunctory "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" while blow-drying his hair.Years of getting along have made me fully understand that it is impossible to expect him to blow-dry his own hair.

"...What is that book about?"

When his beautiful long silver hair was about to be dried, he suddenly asked.

"What are you talking about..." I thought for a while, "It's just a living story."

"...Hey! If you dare to play tricks again, I will chop you into pieces!!"

You see, he is unhappy again.Spelby Squalo is a man who easily gets upset.

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