Chapter 18 Classic style-2

I bit my pencil and thought for a long time.I wrote I love you, wanted to erase it, and wanted to keep it like this.Ah, I don't care what you think of me, it's just that I really love you.The words I used may not be very appropriate. I love you. From the literal point of view, this sentence is so superficial, hypocritical, and anxious.I hate words. Love, love is the elusive universal, nay, innate numen(5).No matter how beautiful the phenomenon is, it is just a comment on a small part of love.Ah, I'm talking sweet talk again.Laugh at me, love makes people impotent.I lost. Upbringing, reason, and aesthetics, these are the things that put us, me, into the bottom and bottom of troubles.Mr. Juro.I congratulate you on your brand new little love this time.I cried and begged Mr. Juro because of that morning: "If you want to laugh at me or kill me, I beg you this once in my life. Go to the doctor. I was hugged by a bad man." The foolish lover congratulates you.please forgive me.I find that boring.Even the appearance of Mr. Juro, who is so proud of this stupid incident and even calls it the love of the earth, I find it ridiculously ridiculous.I am also twenty-five years old.Year after year, everyone alienated me one by one and got mixed up with the common people.At least I want to raise my old woman to be as short and gorgeous as fireworks.Goodbye.This is parting... no, shake hands.Can I indulge myself a bit?You will definitely come back to me.I wish you a healthy life. KR.

D On rainy days, Mino was writing in his study, frowning pretendingly. Suddenly the poet's playmate sticks his neck out from behind the door. "Hey, let's find something bad to do, I want to regret it a little more." Mino didn't look back, "Not today." "Alas, alas." The poet entered the room. "You're not planning to commit suicide, are you?" "Listen carefully? I'm going to read it." Mino faced the table and read aloud his elaborate work. "Agrippina was the sister of Caligula, king of Rome, a dainty woman with jet-black hair, wheat-colored cheeks, and a thin nose, whose extremely raised eyes resembled the It is as clear as a lake. She likes pure white dresses very much.

The princes and nobles assembled in the court whispered among themselves that Agripaina has no breasts, so she cannot be called a beauty.But that proud, pure and charming posture like a green leaf that hasn't bloomed in May, in front of the few romantic talents at that time, actually had enough charm to drive them crazy. Agrippina was so happy that she almost forgot that she was happy.Her elder brother is a virtuous king with no flaws at all, and he has a tragic consciousness in the lonely fate like Caesar (6). At least my only sister, Agripaina, should get the freedom that a real person should have.He never neglected this wordless refuge.

Agripaina's insults to men are carried out very naturally, and her skill (见事さ) has reached an unprecedented level.The current courtiers took this incident as proof that Agripaina was a rare and talented woman, and the applause and cheers became more and more enthusiastic. Agrippina's misfortune began when her body matured.Her sneer at men, with her marriage, was reciprocated in every way.On the night of the wedding banquet, because of the sudden whim of the groom's drinking, Agripaina let the old monkey she raised with her own hands to moles her, which made all the lewd and drunk guests present at the banquet ecstatic.The groom's name is Blasimba (ブラゼンバ-ト).He was originally the type who could only experience life through trembling. .Agrippina bit her lip and endured the insult.One day, I'm going to make all the men in front of me regret their rudeness tonight.She secretly swore to God in her heart.However, that day of humiliation never came.Blasimbah's despicable power has no limit at all, instead of pleasant caresses, fists and feet with bleeding gums, instead of leisurely walks by the water, gallops of sandy chariots.

The combination of mutual restraint blooms shy flowers.Agrippina is pregnant.Blesimbah found out about this and laughed.Nothing interesting, just thought it was funny. Agrippina has all but given up on revenge.At least let this child—Agrippina put her wholehearted dependence on this child like a weak grass.The child was born at noon in summer, a boy.A boy with soft skin, bright red lips, and a fragile look.Agrippina called him Dometis (ドミチウス) (Nero's baby name). Seeing the baby's first face, the father, Bresimba, pinched half of his soft cheek, and said, "Hmmm, what a strange thing. It must be a good toy for Xibo (ヒッポ) .” Then he shook his stomach and laughed.Xibo was the name of a lioness that Blesimba liked very much.Agrippina answered with a cold smile on her postpartum thin cheeks.This child is not yours.This child must be Xibo's child.

When the Xibo child, Nero, was three years old, when the spring came, Blaisimba ate the pomegranate seeds, causing severe abdominal pain, and died moaning and tossing.Agrippina was taking a morning bath at that time. When she heard the news of his death, she jumped out of the bathroom before she could speak, wrapped a white cloth on her wet naked body, and passed the door of the dead husband-in-law's room without seeing him, rushing in like the wind. The destination, Nero's room.Agrippina hugged the three-year-old Nero tightly, and groaned like a moan, "I'm saved, Dometis, we're saved." Nero's beautiful face was blurred by tears and kisses.

This joy lasted only for a moment, and the reason came from the madness of his elder brother King Caligula.Yesterday's gentle king, in one dynasty, was burdened with the honor of one of the few tyrants in Roman history.His brows, which were once brilliant with wisdom, were engraved with unsightly and deep vertical lines as if cut by a dagger. The blue suspicious flames burned in the small eyes, and the maids laughed like a breeze. , the footsteps of the generals stepping on the corridor too high, all of them were given harsh punishments.Under the extreme gloom, Caligula turned into a sick dog that bit people without making a sound.One night, three soldiers stood silently beside Agrippina's pillow, one of them was holding the death sentence, the other was holding the poisoned wine inlaid with gems, and the other was flicking the scabbard of the dagger.

"do what? 』Agripaina maintained her majesty, sat upright and questioned them.The other party did not reply. The declaration was handed over to Agripaina. Agrippina glanced at it, "I have no reason to accept this, this capital punishment.Get off me, scumbag. 』The other party did not reply. "You should remember the reason yourself. ’ King Caligula said as he appeared from the window. "You were walking in the garden this morning with that fellow Dometis in your arms, complaining. 'Why are we so unlucky, Dometis?' I heard those words. Don't try to hide it from me, you The suspicion of treason is strong. Die with Dometis."

"You cannot kill Dometis. 』The voice of Agripaina’s desperate protest seemed to fall from the sky and echoed solemnly on the ground. "Dometis is neither yours nor mine.Dometis is the son of God.Dometis was a beautiful child, and Dometis was the son of Rome.You cannot kill Dometis. 』 The suspicious Caligula chuckled.well.I will reduce your first-class charges.Go to the far islands and take good care of your Dometis. Agripaina boarded a ship with Nero and was exiled to an isolated island in the South China Sea. The monotonous days continued day by day, and Nero, who grew up drinking the milk of the cows on the island every day, became fatter and became a brave and beautiful young man.Agrippina took Nero's hand, wandered on the coast of the isolated island, pointed to the other side of the horizon, and told Dometis: Dometis, Rome must be in that area.I really want to go back to Rome as soon as possible, Rome is the most beautiful city in the world.As he spoke, he sobbed with tears streaming down his face.Nero played innocently with the waves.

At this time, there was a commotion in Rome.King Caligula, pale-faced, murdered by his courtiers, and alone without an heir, who will take the throne next?The officials and people were trembling with excitement, discussing in private.The successor was decided, and it was Caligula's uncle Claudius (クロオジヤス), who was over fifty years old at the time, and was considered the most pertinent candidate for the various forces in the court.The courtiers deliberately picked an insignificant figure.Claudius is an impeccably nice guy, and seems to fit the bill quite well.He is famous as the number one shell collector in Rome, and he can speak his mind on the cultivation of black roses.Ascending to the throne, he always felt uncomfortable and terrified, and he continued to carry out amnesty and amnesty, especially thinking of the terrible situation of Agrippina and Nero who were exiled to an isolated island. Feeling sorry for such a reason, he blushed and signed the pardon letter for the two of them.

Agrippina, who received the certificate of pardon on the isolated island, was overjoyed, and proudly puffed out her chest like a triumphant queen, shouting, Dometis, your time has come, hug Nero, barefoot He rushed out of the house, stepped back and forth like dancing on the dry rocky shore without a single flower, and then stopped again, sobbing for a long time. Agrippina returned to Rome, stretching her limbs slowly and leisurely.There's no one I'm afraid of here anymore!Suddenly, Agrippina felt a burning gaze behind her.That was Claudius' queen Messalina.Mesalina glanced at Agripaina's pupils and thought, this is too dangerous.From within she saw the flames of burning ambition.Mesalina gave birth to a son named Britanikas (ブリタニカス), who is as steady and steady as his father Claudius.If Nero's beauty is compared to sunflowers in midsummer, Brittanicas is to cosmos in autumn.Nero was eleven, Brittanicus nine.