"Freedom, freedom. God, I'd rather not be Brutus, I'd rather be a countryman who doesn't understand anything, so that I won't be caught between emotion and righteousness. Brutus tilted his head, and by this time the thunder and lightning and dark clouds had flickered and rolled over the entire city of the Seven Hills, "Then take up the sword, and kill the enemy like a fierce soldier, the only thing I can do now is to say goodbye to my mother and wife." Brutus's tone trembled as he said this.

Then, instead of going into his own doorway, he went up the hill to the house where his mother lived, and the slave who came out was very attentive to guide Brutus in, and Seville in the garden, with her eyes down, stroking the lyre in her hand, correcting the rhyme of the papyrus scroll with the poems, the years had left wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and eyes, and Brutus choked and walked slowly to her mother.

Seville was then alarmed by the child's approach, and she hurried up, took Brutus by the hair, and asked her son kindly and tenderly what he was thinking, whether he was unhappy because of some trivial matter, "Is it not that your friend Cassillo has forsaken his friendship because you have taken his office as chief justice?" Then don't mind, because friendship is not a compromise and a concession, but a sweet responsibility. Since Caesar trusts you, you can do it well, Brutus my young child. Then his mother cupped his face and said, "Look at this pleasing face, a face of learning who seeks eternal happiness and serenity, the philosopher Brutus, the natural justice of the capital, you will surely find order for the whole republic." ”

"It is Caesar's order, not the order of the state." Brutus licked his tongue. I didn't dare to meet my mother's gaze. Say this.

"Now Caesar is the state. Isn't it? Seville, a woman who was good at playing the piano, but did not hear the voice of her closest relatives, smiled and sat back down in the circle chair, muttering, "Maybe the world has gossip about us that you are Caesar's illegitimate son, but don't care, even if you are not related by blood." Caesar always treats you as a true son, and he owes nothing to our mother and son. By the way, I remember that when he was not yet promising, he liked to hide here all day to avoid debts and listen to my plays, and he had a lot of time with me at that time, but he was not happy. ”

Brutus laughed, and looked at the rectangular stone chair in the garden, on which Caesar liked to lie down in those days. "He doesn't come very often now, doesn't he?"

"So he should be happy. It has been said that his illness is getting worse and worse, but his dreams are also increasing, sometimes like a child—the city of Rome made of marble, the influx of half a million new citizens, the opening of many canals, the expeditions to the farthest lands—I think he is now like the flying Icarus who rushes to the bright sun, his passion and pleasure burning rapidly in the flames, he shouts, in the trembling pain, turns into a wisp of smoke, and finally merges with the sun. Seville looked up and finally said, "Then let him continue to be happy, and leave me to keep quiet memories in this mansion." ”

"Will you be lonely? Mother. Brutus' eyelashes trembled, and tears were about to fall, when white electric light flashed over the eaves and cloisters, and a rainstorm was coming.

But Sevilla just turned her back to him and gently raised her white arms to indicate that her child could leave.

On the 14th of March, on the calendar tablet in the waterlogged square, several priests were climbing the ladder to remove the alphabet board from it and replace it with one suitable for the fair, and then all kinds of people, selling jewelry, spices, and fish, began to shuttle through the surrounding streets, and Rome soon became lively, although it was not sunny today.

In the sound of the trumpet, Caesar walked through the square with his entourage of rods, towards the God of War campus in the northeast corner of the city, the temperature slowly warmed up, and after walking for a while, Caesar's bald top was shining with sweat, and then he sat under the arcade to rest, at this time several craftsmen and merchants came up to greet the dictator, Caesar also nodded and smiled in return, and then Caesar looked up and saw the prophet in black cloak on the corner of the street, still standing there, like the shadow of a tree.

"If you have anything to say, then say it, I'm going to have a banquet in the cavalry commander's villa soon." Caesar continued with a disapproving smile.

"Your closest people will save you, but you, Julius, will turn a deaf ear. The Temple of Jupiter was now covered with dark clouds, and the sound of cavalry platoons fighting on its rooftops had been witnessed during last night's thunderstorm. ”

"That's just thunder, and the ignorant would make a fuss about it." Caesar replied, then patted his knee and stood up.

"There were witnesses in the streets under the heavy rain, and a lioness came up to give birth to her young and then ate it."

"Perhaps you should ask the fence keeper of the Gladiator School of Argos, who has starved his lions for too long, but refuses to strengthen the railings and locks." Caesar's playful reply made the people around him laugh.

The prophet had no angry or embarrassed expression on his face, and he saluted Caesar respectfully, and then disappeared into the street.

"I won't stop because of these signs, to be honest, just like if I had been resting here today, I wouldn't have been able to eat a delicious meal at my friend's house, and as a person, the most powerless time is when he is stagnant, will the walker be afraid of his own shadow?" Caesar spoke to the servants and the people, and then to the women and proprietors of the shops behind the arcade, wishing Mercury to bless your business, and then said goodbye, and continued in the direction of Prima.

In Prima's Apollo restaurant, a long rope on the patio hangs a huge copper pot, which amazes all the people who come to the feast, and the host, Li Bida, explains, "This is the food from Britain, called the miner's pot." ”

Since the name is so named, what the barbarian miners in Britain eat, is to pour lumps of lamb meat, mixed with beans, wheat flour, salt, herbs and chopped green onions, all poured into a cauldron, boiling with a tangy aroma. ”

"That's a pretty pushy idea, and hopefully my mouth won't get burned when I'm eating right away." Caesar, dressed in purple robes, appeared at the corner of the cloister and the frescoes, and then greeted everyone with a smile and walked towards the restaurant. (To be continued......)