Chapter 4 third chapter

The Black Dog is the most charming restaurant in town.Susie Boyd and Margaret used to go there.Downstairs in the restaurant is a hall full of diners.The restaurant has a reputation for great food at low prices.The owner here is a jovial old man who used to be a horse dealer. In order to leave a business for his son, he joined the catering business after retirement.He is always friendly and loud, and attracts many guests.Upstairs in the restaurant is a small room with three tables arranged in a horseshoe shape for a small group.Most of this small group are some British or American painters, and there are a few Frenchmen and their wives, or wives-to-be.These ladies have a married woman's reserve in their gestures, so when Susie and Margaret were first introduced to the group, Susie knew that if they showed disdain, it would be a mistake. Must be very rude.But she has always felt that the tradition of sticking to Notting Hill on the Avenue Montparnasse is too formal.These women, who have given their lives to the painters before them, behave modestly and dress modestly.They are models of housewives who maintain their self-respect even when the going gets tough, and don't take their relationship less seriously because they don't know high-ranking people.

The room was full when Arthur Burden entered, but Margaret had reserved a place for him between herself and Miss Boyd.Everyone was speaking French at the top of their lungs, debating the value of Post-Impressionism.As soon as Arthur sat down, Susie introduced him to a tall, lanky young man who sat across from Margaret.He was very tall, very thin, and fair-skinned.His high collar and long hair made him look like a drooping lily. "He always reminds me of Aubrey Beardsley's stained look," whispered Susie. "He's a nice guy, but his name is Jaggerson. I haven't seen his work, but he certainly has no talent."

"Since you haven't seen his paintings, how do you know he has no talent?" Arthur asked. "The custom here is that no one is talented," Susie said with a smile. "Everyone here tortures and attacks each other, but we still know each other's artistic attainments." "Tell me who's here." "Look at that little bald guy in the corner, he's Warren." Arthur looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a small man with a head as bright as a billiard ball, a goatee on his chin, and bulging, bright eyes. "Did he drink too much?" Arthur asked lightly.

"Yes," replied Susie promptly, "but he's always like that. The more drunk he is, the more attractive he is. You can't hear a bad word about him, he's the only one in the room who can do that. Interesting." The thing is, he was almost a great painter. He had an excellent sense of colour, and the more drunk he was, the more delicate and beautiful he was able to paint. Sometimes, after several aperitifs, he So he sat in a cafe and painted. His hands shook so badly that he could barely hold his brush, so he had to wait a long time before poking at the board. Incredibly, every time he All beautiful pokes. He beautifully interprets Paris as I know it. He painted hundreds of paintings, each with incredible elegance and atmosphere, and each one is different. When you see his paintings I will never see Paris through the same eyes again.”

The young waitress who was busy taking care of the various needs of the guests stood in front of them, waiting for Arthur to order.She has a resolute complexion, is not young, and is neatly dressed in a black skirt and white hat.Serving these guests she would always grin that wide, charming smile, like a mother. "I'll eat whatever I want," said Arthur, "and let Margaret order for me." "Should have done it for you in the first place," said Susie, laughing. They chatted enthusiastically with Mary about the dishes when Warren's excited voice came. "Mary, I'm kneeling at your feet, please bring me some chicken rice."

"Okay, but wait a minute, sir," said the waitress. "Don't pay attention to that gentleman, he has a bad conscience, and he is trying to lead you in a bad way." Arthur protested that, on the contrary, hunger had now taken over Warren so completely that he had no time to talk to anyone, let alone lead them down the wrong path. "Mary, you don't love me anymore!" Warren yelled. "You weren't so cold to me when I asked for a bottle of white wine." After hearing his complaints, the other guests begged her not to be too hard on the bald, flushed painter.

"But Mr. Warren, I love you! I love everything about you." she laughed. She ran downstairs, past the shouts of men and women, and placed orders for the customers. "There was a tragedy at the Black Dog that day," said Susie. "Mary broke up with her lover, very hard. The man was a waiter at Raphneau's, and when he wasn't working, he came to Come here, sit downstairs and order food. Of course Mary has to entertain him, and every time she brings him a dish, he will try hard to persuade her to change her mind, and the two of them cried into tears." "Her tears burst," interposed a young man with neatly combed hair and a fat nose. "It all dripped into the food, and all the salt we ate was from her tears." .We begged her not to compromise, and if it wasn't for our encouragement, she would definitely come back to him again. He kept hitting her."

Mary reappeared, totally oblivious to the fact that she had been toyed with by love not long ago.She brought the food the guests had ordered.Susie once again caught Arthur's attention. "Now look at the man sitting next to Mr. Warren." Arthur saw a tall, dark man with a striking face, unkempt hair, and a black mustache straggling over his upper lip. "That's Mr. O'Brien. He's a good example of how strong will and eagerness don't make a painter. He's a loser, he knows it, and the bitterness is twisted." If you talk to him, he will criticize every good painter for nothing. He hates all successful people, and can never see the good in others, unless the person is dead and buried .”

"He must be an easy friend," said Arthur. "Who's that dumpy old lady next to him, the one with the exaggerated hat?" "That's Madame Rouget's mother. The pale woman sitting next to her is her daughter, Rouget's mistress. Rouget is responsible for all the illustrations for the Weekly Magazine. The old woman's name is Rouget's Mine." 'Son', 'my son-in-law', accepting a daughter's unruly union with a man with such a noble disregard for propriety. It really piqued my curiosity at first, but I'm used to it now."

Madame Rouget's mother still has a charming style, she sits upright, and she looks very good when she picks chicken legs.She caught Arthur's eye and gave him an amorous glance.Arthur hastily averted his gaze.Rouget looked more like a successful businessman than an artist.He had been disputing the merits of Cézanne with Mr. O'Brien, who spoke excellent French.One of them thought Cézanne was a great master, the other thought he was just an uneducated liar.Both men repeated their points vehemently, as if a sentence would become more convincing simply by saying it a few more times. "Next to me is Mrs. Meyer," continued Susie. "She's a governess from Poland, but she's too pretty to be single, and now she's sitting next to her with a landscape painter. live together."

Following Susie's introduction, Arthur's gaze settled on a man with a clean shaven beard and thick, curly gray hair.His face is handsome, with a three-dimensional beauty like a sculpture.He is very elegantly dressed.His demeanor and speech revealed a kind of grandiosity and luxury unique to the romantic thirties.He spoke eloquently, eloquently, with a decisive meaning in his words, but what he said were only obvious things.And the beautiful and young wife beside him who shared the property with him listened to him with admiration, which made him very useful. Now Susie had only the young Largs and the American sculptor Clayson left unintroduced to Arthur.Ruggs is good at painting still life with superb skills.He represents the high society in the Black Dog restaurant.He was smartly dressed, in a style suitable for riding a horse.He walked with his legs bent inward, as if he spent most of his time in the saddle.He was the only one in the room who was applying fragrant pomade to his well-groomed hair.His main feature is the heavy coat with scarlet lining.Warren, who is notoriously incapable of remembering people's names, could recognize him by the coat.It is said that he knew the duchesses who lived in the streets frequented by the rich, and occasionally dined with them in stately attire. Clayson had a rosacea and a tiresome habit of talking grandiose things.With his bright eyes, rosy cheeks, and light goatee, he was a very Frans Hals.But he dressed like those caricatures of the French in the comic books.He speaks English with a Parisian accent. Miss Boyd was about to start criticizing him without scruple, when the door of the room opened and a tall man walked in.He took off his coat with a dramatic movement. "Mary, get me out of this woolen coat! Find a convenient coat hook and hang up my wide-brimmed hat." He spoke terrible French, but his exaggerations made everyone laugh. "Here comes a man I don't know," said Susie. "I know, I met once." Borden replied.He leaned his body to sit across from him, enjoying the delicious food while enjoying all kinds of nonsense Dr. Bojoy around him. "Isn't this your magician friend?" "Oliver Hadow." Dr. Bojoy nodded with a smile. All eyes were on the new visitor.I saw him posing in a commanding pose, and froze the action for a short while without moving. "You look really pompous, Haddo," Warren said hoarsely. "That's what he is," Clarkson said, laughing. Oliver Hadow slowly shifted his gaze to the painter. "Ah! the best Warren! I am sad to find that your bright eyes are now dulled by the aperitif." "Sir, are you saying I'm drunk?" "Drunk, although this word is rough, but it is very appropriate at this time." And then Warren bounced back into his chair with a strange jerk, as if he'd been punched.Then Haddo stared at Clarkson calmly. "Ah! Clayson! How many times have I told you that you have an astonishing degree of lack of breeding which prevents you from attaining the brilliance you crave." Now Oliver Hadow strikes his very visual pose again, and Susie smiles at him.He was very tall, about six feet three inches.But what stands out most about him is his breathtaking obesity.His belly was unforgettably big, and his face was huge, covered with fat.He starts out with a haughty stance, like a Velázquez del Boro in the Berlin Kunsthalle.And he deliberately showed the same contemptuous smile as Del Boro.He walked up to Dr. Bojoy and shook hands with him. "Welcome! My wizard friend! The person I can welcome, even if he is not a master, is a scholar who will not disappoint my respect." His arrogance made Susie laugh so hard her whole body shook.Then he turned to Susie with great dignity. "Madame, to my ears, your laughter is more mellow and charming than a Persian nightingale." Dr. Bojoy then introduced Susie Boyd, Margaret, and Arthur Burden to Hadow.The magician solemnly bowed to them in turn.Then he reached out to the gloomy Irish painter. "My O'Brien, are you still confused, as usual, between bitter water and light Bordeaux?" "Sit down and eat your meal," O'Brien said gruffly. "Ah, my dear friend, I wish I could impress upon your stupid head that rudeness does not equal tact. If in time I can teach you that the sword of irony is more effective than the club of pride, I shall This life is not in vain." O'Brien blushed and looked annoyed, but he couldn't find a rebuttal for a while.Haddo then walked up to the listless and harmless young man sitting next to Margaret. "Have my eyes deceived me? Is this the same Jaggerson with a hollow, stupid name? I wonder if you still devote yourself to your poor artistic talent, and if you will If you use this dedication in the sewing shop, maybe you will have better results." The innocent young man who was brutally beaten blushed helplessly and said nothing.Hadow then pointed the finger at the Frenchman Meyer, who seemed more worthy of his ridicule. "I'm afraid I interrupted your speech as I came in. Is it a discourse on the greatness of Michelangelo? Or an in-depth analysis of Wagner's art?" "We're getting ready to leave," Meyer said, standing up, frowning. "It makes me feel so lonely not to hear the insights from your educated mouth," Hadow said, pulling out a chair politely for Mrs. Meyer. He smiled and sat down. "I saw how crowded it was, and with a Napoleonic intuition, I decided that the only way to get a seat was to humiliate some people. So glad I got rid of it with a jeer that the stupid Largs mistook for wit Those who blatantly lead a life of sin. Thanks to them, two seats are vacant, so I don't have to bend my elbows, and I can have a good meal." Mary brought him the menu, and he looked at it carefully. "Ah, dear, get me a vanilla ice cream, a tender chicken wing, a fried halibut, and some wonderful pea bisque." "Okay, one soup, one halibut, one chicken wing, and one ice cream." "Why did you serve the meals in this order instead of the order I just said?" Marie and the two remaining Frenchmen in the room were appalled by his extravagance.Oliver Hadow waved his fat hand. "Ah, Mary, I'll start with ice cream to cool the fire in my eyes because of you. Then I'll gobble up chicken wings without hesitation so I can resist your smile. And then I'll eat Flounder, with a thick soup at the end, and that will fill up the meal." After Oliver Hadow successfully grabbed everyone's attention, he ate in the order he said.Margaret and Arthur looked at him contemptuously, but Susie was not disgusted by the attention-seeking vanity, but looked at him curiously.Obviously, he is not very old, but his obesity makes him look much older than his actual age.He has good facial features, small ears, and a straight nose.His teeth were large, but white and straight.His mouth was also large, with thick, moist lips.His neck was as thick as a young bull's.His curly dark hair thinned slowly from his forehead and temples, as if to expose his clean-shaven face uncomfortably.The crown of his head was bald, like a shaved priest, which made him look like an amoral and sensual priest.Marguerite stole a glance at him while he was eating, and suddenly felt a violent shudder—he made her feel an uncontrollable revulsion.He slowly raised his eyes, and she quickly looked away, her face flushed red, as if she had been found out of control.Haddo's eyes were the most wonderful thing about him.They are not big, and the color of their eyes is very light blue, which makes you feel uncomfortable when looking at you.At first Susie didn't understand why he had such an ability, but after a while she discovered the mystery.When most people look at others, their eyes are focused on the other person, but Oliver Hadow's eyes are parallel and disjoint.His eyes make people feel that he is not looking at you, but looking over you at the wall behind you.It's incredible.And another odd thing about him is that you can't tell if he's joking or not.There was always a hint of sarcasm in those grotesque eyes, and there was always a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, making people wonder how to deal with his rude words.Also, you can't tell if he's actually entertaining you when you laugh at him.This is really very infuriating. His presence greatly dampened the interest of the other guests in the room.The French got up and left.Warren staggered out with O'Brien.O'Brien's crude sarcasm is no match for Hadow's biting sarcasm.Ruggs put on his scarlet-lined overcoat and left with the tall, lanky Jaggerson.Jaggerson was still hurt by Haddo's arrogance.The American sculptor paid the bill quietly, and Hadow stopped him when he reached the door. "Dear Clayson, you made a statue of a lion in the Arboretum. Have you ever hunted a lion on the grassland?" "No." Clayson didn't know why Haddo asked the question, but he was furious. "Then you must have never seen those wolves who were biting the carcasses of antelope and fled in a hurry when they saw the king of beasts slowly approaching for a delicious meal." Clayson slammed the door, leaving only Hadow and Margaret, Arthur Borden, Dr. Bojoy, and Susie in the room. Hadow smiled silently. "By the way, are you a lion hunter?" Susie asked casually. He turned his head to look at her with his strange eyes. "There is no great man like me. I have killed more lions than any man alive today. Jules Gerard may be compared to me, called in nineteenth-century France the 'lion hunter' ’, and I can’t think of anyone else.” There was a moment of silence at this remarkably calm statement.Margaret stared at him in astonishment. "You make no pretense of modesty," said Arthur Borden. "It is ill-bred to pretend to be modest, and my origin does not permit such a thing." Dr. Bojoy looked up at him, a sardonic smile on his face. "I think Mr. Hadow would like to take this opportunity to introduce his origin and family to us. I guess, like the immortal Count Cagliostro, he must be born in an unknown but very noble family, secretly in the educated in the palaces of the East." "My parentage is comparable to that of Denis Zagalli or Raymond Larry. My ancestor George Hadow was Queen Anne's entourage and followed her to Scotland. When her husband James I inherited the British throne Afterwards, the Staffordshire estate was bequeathed to my ancestors, which is still in my name. My family has always been married to the noblest blood in England, the Millstons, the Parnabys, and The Holringtons are proud to marry their daughter into my family." "These are information that can be verified in the literature." Arthur said coldly. "Yes." Oliver said. "Did you spend your childhood in an eastern palace? Did any black slaves serve you? Did the bearded patriarch teach you any secret knowledge?" Dr. Bojoy asked loudly. "I studied at Eton and graduated from Oxford in 1896." "Would you mind telling me which college it is?" Arthur asked. "House College." "Then you must know Frank Herrier." "He is now a Physician Assistant at St. Luke's Hospital and is a very close friend of mine." "I'll write to him and ask." "I'd love to know what you did to those lions afterward," said Susie Boyd. She wasn't irritated by Haddo's brazenness the way Margaret and Arthur were, but instead he amused her.She couldn't wait for him to continue talking. "To decorate the floor of Shane's room. Shane is the name of my property in Staffordshire." He paused, lighting a cigar. "I am the only person alive who has killed three lions in three consecutive shots." "I thought you killed them with rhetoric," said Arthur. Oliver leaned back in his chair and put his fat hands on the table. "I went hunting with Burckhardt. He was a German. He fell ill with a fever and was lying in bed. One night I was awakened by a commotion in the well-behaved herd, and then I heard a lion The roar, close at hand. I came out of the tent with the carbine, the moonlight was weak, and I walked alone, because I knew that the natives were of no use. After a while, I came to a carcass of an antelope , it had just been half-eaten, so I decided to wait for the return of the lion. I hid in a boulder about twenty steps away from the dead antelope. Surrounded by the unique emptiness of Africa, it was very quiet. I remained motionless. Waiting, waiting for hours and hours, until it was almost dawn, and I saw three lions coming out from behind the rock. I noticed the paw marks of a male lion and two lionesses on the ground the day before." "How can I tell the difference between male and female lions?" Arthur asked suspiciously. "The male lion's front paw print is much larger than the hind paw print, while the female lion's is about the same size." "Please go on," said Susie. "They came up to me, standing tall. In the faint morning light, they were as tall as monsters from Arabian mythology. I aimed at the closest lioness and pulled the trigger. It was like being killed. The bull fell down like a felled bull. The male lion let out a loud howl. I quickly reloaded the rifle, and then I realized that the male lion had seen me. It will head Lowered down, the mane on its neck stood up. It twitched its erect tail, opened its bloody mouth, revealing its white fangs. Its eyes were burning with flames, and it kept roaring. Then it went to I walked a few steps forward, still bowing my head. It stared at me with anger in its eyes. Suddenly, its tail jerked upwards, which was a signal that the lion was about to attack. I quickly aimed at its chest , and fired. It raised its forelegs, jumped up, let out a terrible growl, clawed at the air with its front paws, then fell back hard, and died. At this time, there was only one hen left. Lion, I saw it jump up and run towards me through the gunpowder smoke. At this time, it was impossible to escape, because there were tall rocks behind me, and I couldn't climb it. There was a hoarse grunt in its throat , puffing sound. "With desperate courage, I fired all the remaining bullets in the barrel, but missed it at all. I took a step back and tried to fill another cartridge, but I accidentally fell and walked away from the barrel. The fierce lion that jumped at me was less than two people away. It missed me, and the fall saved my life. Suddenly I found it fell down. It turned out that I had actually hit it, and the last shot A bullet went through its heart, and it just went forward. By the time I struggled to get up, she had only one breath left. Then I went back to the tent and had an excellent breakfast." After hearing Oliver's story, everyone fell into silence, but they were extremely surprised in their hearts.No one could doubt the truth of the story, but his exaggerated words were not convincing at all.Arthur was willing to bet big that not a word of his story was true.He had never met such a man, so he didn't see the joy in codifying such an unlikely adventure. "You're obviously very brave," he said. "Going into the jungle to follow a wounded lion is probably the most dangerous thing in the world." Hadow said calmly, "It requires not only absolute calm, but also boldness." His answer had a strange effect on Arthur.He took a quick look at Haddo, and couldn't help it anymore, and suddenly laughed aloud.He leaned back in his chair, laughing loudly.Infected by him, the others also broke out into bursts of laughter.Oliver looked at them gravely.He looked neither panicked nor surprised.When Arthur recovered his composure, he saw Haddo's strange eyes staring at him. "Your laugh reminds me of the thorny branches crackling under the pot," he said. Hado looked around the crowd, this time his eyes were focused, but there was a strange and ironic smile on the corner of his lips. "Even an idiot knows that only the fearless can control the power of the elemental souls. A moody man can never control the spirit of the sky, and a capricious man can never control the goddess of water." Arthur stared at him in surprise.The man's words made him feel confused.Haddo didn't care at all, and continued: "But if a capable man is active, flexible, and strong at the same time, the whole world will obey him. He will walk through the storm without a drop of rain. The wind will not make a wrinkle in his coat. He could walk into the flames unscathed." Dr. Bojoy tried to explain his vague words. "These ladies don't know the mysterious god you speak of, my dear friend. In the Middle Ages, people imagined gods representing the four elements. People usually don't see them. Some of them are friendly to humans, some of them They are malicious. People think they have divine powers. They know their powers, but they also know that they have no soul. Their life depends on some physical form to continue, so they are not immortal. They will eventually return to In the endless abyss of night, the shadow of death has been tormenting them. Later, they thought that since people can obtain divinity through union with gods, then the spirits of the sky, the spirits of the earth, the spirits of water and the spirits of fire Marrying with people, can they share the eternal life of human beings? So many of them, women who are more beautiful than human beings, get human souls by falling in love with members of human beings. But this effect is vice versa. Often harmful Lovesick young people leave the habitat of their kind to live with the beautiful, soulless water spirits or air spirits in the mountains and forests, and thus lose their eternal life." "I didn't know you were making a metaphor," Arthur said to Oliver Hadow. Haddo shrugged. "What is the world but a symbol? Life itself is just a symbol. If a person can tell what reality is, he must be a wise man." "When it comes to magic and the occult, I admit that I know nothing about it." "Magic is just the use of invisible means to produce visible effects. Will, love and imagination are magical powers that everyone possesses. Anyone who develops these to the extreme is a magician. There is only one mystery in magic , simply put, the invisible must be measured by the visible.” "Can you tell us what powers a capable man possesses?" "This is detailed in a sixteenth-century Hebrew manuscript. The manuscript is now my property. The mighty man who held Solomon's key in his right hand and a branch of apricot blossom in his left had Twenty-one privileges. He can look at God face to face and avoid death. He can talk intimately with the seven devils who are in charge of the heavenly host. He is beyond all pain and fear. He rules the world with God, and all hell is for him Bow down. He holds the secret to raising the dead, and the key to eternal life." "If you have these talents, you must be the most learned man in the world," said Arthur sarcastically. "Everyone laughs at what they don't know," Hadow shot back, shrugging his broad shoulders. Arthur didn't answer.He looked at Haddo curiously.He asked himself, did the man in front of him really believe in these ridiculous things, or was he using this clumsy method to make fun of them.His demeanor was sincere, but there was a strange expression on the corners of his lips, and a sternness in his eyes, which did not match his demeanor at all.Susie was very happy.It was very interesting to her to hear the many mysteries being spoken seriously in such a dull tavern.Dr. Bojoe broke the silence. "Arago believes that doubt is the proof of humility that advances science. The street next door is named after him. But reluctance to believe is not the case, and anyone who uses the word 'impossible' to describe pure A world beyond mathematics, which in itself is imprudent. Don't forget that Lactanti also declared the folly of thinking that there was an Oceania on the other side of the globe from Europe. St. Augustine, Bishop of Hippo To this it was further added that it was absolutely impossible that such inhabited places existed in any case." "It sounds like you have some faith in these mysteries, my dear doctor," said Miss Boyd. "When I was young, I didn't believe in anything, because science told me that I couldn't even fully believe what I felt." He shrugged and replied, "But I saw a lot of things in the East, and I couldn't use known science to explain them." Explain. Mr. Hadow gave you a definition of magic, and I will give you my opinion. The so-called magic, in short, is the skillful use of a power that is unknown, despised, and misunderstood by the ignorant. Young When a person first goes to the East, he always laughs at the magic that people around him say, but I don't know what slowly dispelled his doubts in that atmosphere. Finally, when he stayed in the Eastern countries for a few years , Unknowingly, like many smart people, he firmly believes that maybe there is some kind of magic in this world." Arthur Borden made a gesture of impatience. "I don't agree. No matter how long I have stayed in the East, I still only believe in things with scientific basis. If what Mr. Hadow said is half true, then human beings may not be able to establish any rational theory about the universe." "Your argument is too stupid for a man of science," Hadow said coldly, with an air of arrogance in his demeanor that made one extremely infuriating. "You should know that science only deals with the general The phenomenon does not apply to individual cases that contradict the general phenomenon. Occasionally, the heart grows to the right side, but the doctor does not put the stethoscope on the right side because of this when auscultating. In a specific case, The Law of Gravity can fail, but you still think it holds true in all cases. So some of us choose to specialize in those outlandish exceptions. A boring man plays roulette in Monte Carlo, and he spends all his money Bet on color, usually the last thing that comes up is either black or red, but occasionally when 0 comes up, he loses. And we always bet on 0, so we won double the bet. Every now and then you will encounter some People, whose imagination takes them above the mediocrity of ordinary people. They would rather risk losing it all if they had the chance to get a huge reward. If we could know the future not only by the ancient prophets, but also by the Isn't it pointless to push open the door of the unknown by human power?" Suddenly, the vaguely playful seriousness of his speech was gone, a distinctive gleam appeared in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and harsh.Finally, they knew he was serious. "You simply cannot comprehend that this longing for the ultimate secret has taken over my soul!" "Anyway, I'm very glad to meet a magician," said Susie cheerfully. "Ah, don't call me that." He waved his fat hand, immediately returning to his original arrogance and posturing, "I would rather people call me Brother Shadow." "It's really unexpected. I thought you had nothing to do with this kind of illusory thing." Arthur said with a smile. Oliver's face flushed red, extremely angry.His strange blue eyes were full of hatred, and they became hard.He pursed his scarlet lips, revealing Nero's cruel expression.Arthur's teasing of his fatness hit him hard.祖西害怕他会恶语相向，从而引发一场争吵。 “我们要是还想去集市，那现在就得走了。”她快速地说，“玛丽也一定想赶快摆脱我们了。” 他们站了起来，咚咚地下了楼，来到了街上。