Chapter 11 amazing rome

This is my first time in Rome.I come from the countryside, although I am only twenty-four years old, but the few years of running around have given me a clear understanding of life. I am no longer so simple and fanciful, so before I came to Rome, I did not expect to live in this world. There is no surprise in the most beautiful big city, let alone an unexpected romance. Life itself is a big lie, and I no longer expect anything. Although the scenery of Rome is not as beautiful as people say, but because I have been mentally prepared, I don't feel overly disappointed.Things in life that are worse than expected are everywhere.In such an ancient and prosperous big city, how can people have only one feeling?

While I was thinking, I was walking alone on the streets of Rome, the neon lights on both sides were always flashing in an unexpected rhythm, cars followed one after another, and the horns of various music were singing, screaming, sneering, and whining.The lights of the cars flickered past, reflecting the uncertain faces of pedestrians, like characters in a farce.Opera in Rome is always known for being lively, and each character has his own task.Pedestrians on the street are like characters in an opera, rushing to their own nightlife.Rome is a city for nightlife, and everyone has their own nightlife.

I was the only one walking aimlessly on the street. I feel like I'm out of place in this city.Of all people, only I am alone.This feeling makes me a little sad, and suddenly a little proud, after all, I am different.I felt as if I was an explorer, looking for a different experience in this unknown city.It has been several years since this kind of teenage self-indulgence.I couldn't help quickening my pace. I walked through one of the most crowded small streets in Rome, crowded with food shops and cafes on both sides, and a strange medieval style chapel.At the end of the side street, I went up the stone steps and turned the other way, trying to get back to my hotel.

This is an ancient street, and the mottled stone steps on both sides of the road tell its vicissitudes. The road was deserted, with almost no pedestrians. Although it was only one block away from the street just now, it seemed like two centuries.At the end of the road, a cathedral was looming in the twilight.On the left side of the road, there is a dark cemetery, but the air is filled with the aroma of pizza. I realized that I was the only pedestrian on this road, and this road belonged to me. When I was getting more sad and excited about this idea, I suddenly found a woman walking from the other end of the road.

She gets closer and closer.I found her very plainly dressed, and carrying a handbag with Latin writing on it.Her walking posture is a bit like a supermodel in a fashion store, but it is definitely not so exaggerated. It is a posture that makes people admire at first sight, and it is a very tasteful gait.Her face seemed to be covered with a veil, and she could not be seen clearly, but it was almost impossible to imagine that she was not beautiful. She gets closer and closer.But it made me feel more ethereal, like this empty and bewildered night, and it seemed that the emotions of the whole night were condensed on her.I couldn't help turning my shoulders slightly, trying to turn my head to the side.Her appearance undoubtedly aggravated all my emotions tonight: sad, desolate, unrestrained, and lonely.

Passing by, I was going to turn my head away.The sentimental reserve makes me not believe that there are any Romans in this city.But before I turned my head, I couldn't help but glance at her face.Just one glance. I couldn't help but stunned.I stared closely at her dream-like beautiful face.The sobriety after the momentary question made me realize my gaffe immediately.Her beauty is far beyond my expectation. She is also laughing.He smiled a little hesitantly, a little reserved. "Whore." The word flashed instinctively in my mind.But I immediately denied my guess. Her smile is not professional, not the kind of flirtatious and utilitarian smile, but rather cold and ethereal.

She actually spoke first.Sound good to hear. "I... I know I'm presumptuous, but it's a beautiful night... Maybe you're lonely too, like me..." I was amazed by her beauty.I couldn't answer for a moment.But I know I return her with a smile.I'm sure I smiled at her. She seemed to be encouraged by my laughter and relaxed a little.But her voice still hesitated: "I think... Maybe...we could go for a walk together, eat something together..."I finally calmed down and found my vocal chords." Of course...yes.I'm very honored, there are many good restaurants on the street over there. "

She laughed again. "You're welcome, my house is not far ahead..." We walked back side by side in silence.Although I have traveled this distance, I suddenly found that when I looked back, the prosperity on the road was completely different.Perhaps, the scenery didn't change much, only my state of mind changed.But I don't believe that there will be any Romans in a city like Rome!I'm not that naive yet. The night is slightly cool.She walked beside me, nodding her head slightly, her face more hazy and flickering. The breeze blows her muslin cloak, which outlines the plump and slightly shrugged shoulders. I can faintly feel her translucent white skin shining beautifully, a bit like French cheese, but much cooler, maybe more It should be said to be like frost and dew under the moonlight.I took a peek and saw that her eyelashes in the silhouette were very long, picking out a graceful curve, trembling slightly, as if they grew all at once, making one feel that the eyelashes of one centimeter can be stretched infinitely, weaving into a web with only vertical lines .

I knew that if I kept watching like this, I would throw myself into the net.I don't believe in anything too beautiful in life. I am twenty-four years old.This is Rome. I have just recovered from her web.Suddenly, we realized that we had come to a big house.She stood still and gestured to me with her right hand, then took out a large golden key and opened the iron gate.I noticed that her hands were fair and slightly thin, and her slender nails were painted with rose-colored nail polish. A manservant in livery, dressed as a butler, came out of the house.She ordered a few words softly, and signaled with her hand that there were guests.The butler bowed to me, then stepped back quickly.

I followed her along the gravel road, across a large lawn, and in front of me was a swimming pool with a fountain. There are tables, chairs and awnings by the pool.Lights shot upward from the pool water, bright and soft. We sat by the pool together.The smile began to be idle.I was twenty-four and by no means ugly, so I had no shortage of experience dating girls.Small talk with women was even more my forte, and I used to be quite smug about it.Although I was born in the country, I have read many books, so I know the history of Rome, especially the myths and legends of Rome. We found common ground easily.There have been so many romantic stories on the Apennine Peninsula, and we have endless conversations.

The footman brought the wine with ice.The color of the wine is very intense, like ruby.She smiled and toasted me.We clink glasses lightly.The mouth of the wine is very cold, refreshing and pleasant; but when it reaches the esophagus, it starts to warm up; when it reaches the stomach, it is actually a little hot.I have never had such a fine wine.As if she knew what I was thinking, she whispered to me that the wine was produced in Persia. Maybe it was because of the effect of this wine that I could have such a good conversation with a strange woman.I didn't really believe in romance myself. Her eyes stared at me indifferently, and the eyes became more hazy, which was the color of wine.Her lips were half-closed and half-opened, changing in a variety of ways in my fussing and laughing, as if she was signaling something to me. I have to be careful.I don't believe in romance, and I know it's best to say goodbye now if something doesn't happen.I stood up, thanked her for her hospitality, and was about to politely offer to leave. She interrupted me suddenly.First a slight smile, then a very sad expression. "Dinner is ready. If your business is not urgent, can you stay with me for a while? I know it's rude. You must think I have other purposes. After all, we only met an hour ago, and it was me Suspicious too." "Absolutely not, madam. How could I possibly suspect your sincerity?" "Frankly, although I don't know you well, I don't think you are comparable to those boring rich people in Rome. You have an inexplicable aura that attracts me. On the street, I immediately felt that you are a man with character and depth, so I chatted with you.Don't ask why, it's a woman's intuition.Can you... stay with me again? " How can I go away?I don't believe in romance because I've longed for it for years, and life has always laughed at me mercilessly.Today's encounter is my dream for many years.Although I am wary of Rome, if I just walk away at this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life.I'm not a coward, nor am I someone who fears beauty.Although, my fingertips are trembling slightly. There was something special about this woman that attracted me.I trust her.Life should always be beautiful, how can life be a complete lie? I have dinner at her invitation.The servants shuttled non-stop.The dinner was sumptuous. Shrimp, turkey, beef steaks, pies, fruit... and gin. After dinner, we sat on the sofa by the grass.The servants have retreated unconsciously.The night light is like a curtain, covering the surroundings of the house, making the space between heaven and earth look very spacious.Only the two of us——I suddenly realized that she had fallen into my arms at some point. We snuggled together in the peaceful atmosphere without saying anything.After a while, she stood up, gently took my arm, and walked towards the house. There was an unbreakable silence between the two of them.I don't know what to say.Her hand was gently holding mine. We walked across the marble floor of the hall.My heart was beating so nervously that I could even hear it beating.fear?No, no, I hasten to deny that.I am by no means a worldly person who is afraid of beauty, just as life should not be completely dark. I'm just excited, on such a beautiful and charming night, I'm just excited - smell, I almost forgot, I should still have some enthusiasm. We walked up the stairs and into her bedroom with the sound of our hearts beating.There is a full-body photo of her hanging on the head of the bed, wearing only a thin gauze, like an angel painted by a French painter.I turned my head and found that she was even more beautiful in person than in the photos. She had taken off her coat while I looked at the picture. Everything is wonderful.There was absolutely nothing wrong with this night.In any case, what can I suffer? I said that I am not a secular person who refuses to be beautiful.I can no longer hold back my desire for Roman, why should I?In fact, before I could say anything to myself, I picked her up.Her body is very light.Her mouth is slightly upturned, her curves are close to mine, and her hands lightly unbutton my shirt. Is there anything wrong?Is there something wrong?My excitement and enthusiasm have overwhelmed my ability to think.life is beautiful. Love turned out to be so wonderful. We were lying naked on her bed, and my lips were about to touch her blooming lips—suddenly, I felt something was wrong.I stopped, carefully observed, listened, and smelled... She was lying on her back beside me, so perfect, knee-long, enthusiastic, and expectant.There is nothing wrong with her.I suddenly realized that it was me who was wrong. I was so impatient that I forgot to turn off the bright chandelier in the center of the ceiling.The lighting made me uncomfortable - I'm not used to having sex in such bright light.I vaguely remember that the switch should be on the wall next to the door.Should I turn off the light, I couldn't help but hesitate. She lifted her long, fluttering eyelashes, and saw me staring at the switch, and immediately understood my intentions. Her eyes twinkled, and she murmured softly beneath me, "Don't worry, my darling—don't move, don't leave me..." She held out her hand.Her hands got bigger and bigger, her arms got longer and longer.Her arms stretched beyond the bed, across the curtains, across the rug, across the long bedroom, casting huge shadows in the light.Her arms stretched out to the wall by the door more than ten meters away.The giant index finger touched the switch. "Crack." There was a crisp sound. She turned off the light.