Chapter 7 04 The Big Ghost (Part I)
Rome, Italy
Rome is the capital of Italy, known as the city of Vientiane and the capital of the ancient Roman Empire, it has the ancient Roman Colosseum, known as the eighth wonder of the world, beautiful natural scenery, splendid history and culture, since 1953, with a Roman holiday broadcast, Rome has become a sacred romantic encounter place for many men and women...... The update is so fast.
Italy is best known not only for its natural beauty and rich history, but also for Sicily, the birthplace of the world's largest gangsters.
Mafia is a collective term given to local gangsters by local Italians, a group of people from all walks of life, they are large and well-organized, and their tentacles extend like an octopus into all economic spheres of Italian society. Whether it's extortion or smuggling and assassination, there's nothing they wouldn't dare to do. Even the government and the police department did not dare to provoke them lightly. And the highest decision-maker in the mafia is called the godfather or godmother.
Edmund, the head of the American gangster, is actually half Italian, and his maternal grandfather was the former godfather of one of Italy's biggest mafiosa, and now the godfather of the mafia is his cousin. In the end, he was able to defeat Hold smoothly and take over his father's position, and this cousin also contributed a lot. He came to Italy to meet him.
Edmund's apartment in Italy is located near Piazza di Spaña, one of Italy's most famous and prime locations, bringing together all the world's most famous brands, and it is the popular Roman Holiday starring Hepburn Dali that really makes Piazza di Spaña famous all over the world.
In the open space in the middle of the Plaza de España, a young man is playing the violin, the beautiful sound of the piano hovers around, attracting many tourists to stop and listen, after the song, the onlookers applauded, when the applause gradually subsided, everyone heard a childish voice sounded: "It is Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 3 in G major." Everyone looked at the person who spoke, and it was a little girl about three or four years old, wearing a white princess dress, with two little pigtails, and a pair of blue eyes bluer than the sky overhead, as delicate and lovely as a doll in the window.
When the young man who played the violin heard her say the name of the tune, a look of surprise crossed his face, and then he changed the tune, but when the tune was finished, the little girl said the name and author of the tune, so that you played a dozen songs back and forth, and the little girl could say it with great precision, without a single mistake. As long as the onlookers looked at the young man's face, they knew whether what the little girl said was right or wrong. I can't help but be amazed that such a young child can have such a profound knowledge of music, which is really amazing.
"Little sister, do you know how to play a tune?" asked the young man, putting down his violin, walking up to the little girl, crouching down.
The little girl thought for a moment: "I can pull a little bit, but not as good as you." ”
The so-called thousands of wears, sycophants do not wear this sentence suddenly made the unhappiness in the young man's heart disappear by half. He handed the violin in his hand to the little girl, "You play a song for everyone." The people around me listened attentively
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