Chapter 3351 Sugar and Meat (2)
There was a "whoosh" sound.
A firework shot up into the sky and exploded with a bang.
They were just ordinary Muggle fireworks, not as magical as the Weasley twins' magical ones, but she still found them beautiful. Even in the worst of times, Weasley's Wheezes remained open in Diagon Alley.
There are two "gaps" in the starry sky near Ophiuchus and Scorpio. When they went to Brera Palace, they showed the star map to Georgiana. It is said that there are massive stars in these two positions, which separate the stars in the deep sky. They were all sucked away, creating these two "gaps".
It sounds quite sad at first, even if the stars sucked away by the black hole are insensible stars.
But astronomers believe that passing through these two "gaps" means that they can see farther stars.
It's like there are two holes in the blanket. Through the holes, you can see the world outside the "blanket".
"Put it on," Stanley said, placing a woolen shawl on Georgiana's body.
She remembered that there was a man in Boulogne-sur-Mer who once took off his coat and put it on her. What was that man's name?
Just as she was trying to remember, another firework went up, glowing with a brilliant green light.
She suddenly lost her mood, but everyone else was watching the fireworks and everyone was happy.
"The Godfather" is originally a very dull movie, and the pace is slow, and even the gunfight scenes are not as cool as "The Matrix".
But it's like a glass of whiskey, the longer it sits, the more mellow it becomes.
She suddenly felt very thirsty, so she asked the servant of the Mullah family to pour her a glass of whiskey, and then drank while watching the fireworks.
"Can you sing that song?" Georgiana asked Stanley.
"Which song?" Stanley asked.
"Drunk sailors," said Georgiana, who had heard her in the port bar.
Stanley was stunned for a moment.
"Yes or no?" asked Georgiana.
Then Stanley sang in English.
Turn the winch and raise the anchor,
Turn the winch and raise the anchor,
Turn the winch and raise the anchor,
The dawn breaks the silence of the night,
The mate asked what we should do with these drunken sailors,
The captain said, use the pipes on their bodies to tie them into the drain to sober up.
It's morning, wake up quickly.
Georgiana giggled.
"What's so funny?" Stanley asked with a smile.
"You know how to fish, have you ever thought about becoming a sailor?" She asked a little dizzy, not knowing whether she was really drunk.
"What does fishing have to do with being a sailor?" Stanley asked.
"Is this a necessary skill for a sailor?" Georgiana asked.
Stanley also ordered a glass of whiskey and drank whiskey while watching the fireworks like her.
"Is my life ruined?" Georgiana stopped laughing.
Stanley turned his attention to her.
"This." She picked up the peridot pendant, "It's like a brand on a cow, proving that it has an owner."
"I don't think that's the reason." Stanley said quickly.
"Then why doesn't anyone like me?" Georgiana was about to cry.
Fleur caused so much commotion in the school, who had ever seen a half-veela like her.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and then she just started crying, while Stanley stood there awkwardly.
"Why did you make her cry?" Denon came over and asked.
"I swear, I didn't do anything." Stanley said innocently.
Denon then escorted her back to the house.
Even if it is not all made of Carrara marble like Bonaparte's "Oriental Palace", Murat's home also uses a lot of decoration.
This kind of stone is beautiful, but it is cold and does not have the warm texture of human skin at all.
But the artist found a way to carve them into human bodies, even to look like gossamer, which didn't look like marble at all.
"How about we hold a sculpture competition tomorrow, and I'll call my students here too," Denon said helplessly.
Georgiana looked up at him. No wonder she thought Denon looked like a teacher.
"I knew he was not a kind person, but I didn't expect him to go to this extent."
"What did he do?" asked Georgiana.
Denon stopped talking.
Then she remembered a conversation she had had a long time ago, in a courtroom where two deserters were being tried.
Bonaparte said that some things were not suitable for a lady of pure soul to hear.
She said, people are not sculptures, how can they not shed tears?
"He's not going to win," she whispered.
"Which side is it, the war or you?" Denon asked.
"Even if I get crushed to pieces I'll turn into concrete." She sneered. "That bastard."
Instead of correcting her, Denon laughed.
"What's so funny?" Georgiana asked.
"Do you feel better?" Denon asked.
"Because I cursed?"
"He has a tough attitude and is very good at dealing with enemies, but he doesn't know how to deal with his lover." Denon took a deep breath. "It's like the sun. It's too close to the ground but it makes you vulnerable."
She felt that it was too obvious that Denon was just there to sing praises.
"You can find yourself a lover." Denon said suddenly. "This is not a big deal in Italy."
She smiled and shook her head.
"You don't have to..."
"Making doom will only bring pain. I love Severus, love him with all my heart, so I need another person to help me forget him." She took a sip of the wine and found that the glass was empty.
"You really haven't found the right person." Denon said softly.
"No, it happens to be wrong, maybe it's the best." She smiled and said, "I can't live too comfortably as a betrayer."
"You are so beautiful."
"Can beauty be a reason for betrayal?" Georgiana asked.
"Napoleon often regretted playing chess, but he never regretted playing with you." Denon said with a smile, "I have rarely seen anyone play worse than him."
She was a little angry.
"Sometimes he would put the captured chess pieces on to deliberately mess up the game. When he won, he would put the money in his pocket and happily say, 'I fooled you.' But I don't think he ever did. I have played tricks on you." Denon looked at her seriously and said, "He scolded all of us that day, but no matter how he scolded you, you must be sent away. Do you still remember his instructions before leaving? ?”
"He said so much, how can I remember?" Georgiana said coldly.
"Do you want to stay in Tuscany?" Denon asked. "The King of Etruria is dying."
She was stunned for a moment.
She remembered that the last time she saw the king who looked like a sheep, he was still very young and very healthy. How could he say that he couldn't do it?
"He has been in poor health since he went to Barcelona for a wedding last year. If he dies, the Spanish princess will be the regent." Denon said.
She thought for a moment.
"Is this compensation for me?" Georgiana asked.
"What scholar doesn't like Florence?" Denon asked.
"I love Venice even more." She said provocatively, "Who said I'm a scholar?"
Denong hesitated to speak.
"The Bourbon royal family loves this. The king's order does not need to be registered with the Supreme Court." Georgiana sneered, "They don't like to go back on their word like that little bastard."
Denon stared at her, as if trying to discern what color heart was hidden beneath this beautiful body.
To be honest, it was so pleasant to be able to scold him. No wonder Rana couldn't help scolding him.
Then Georgiana smiled heartily, like a drunken sailor, and went for a drink.
