"Is it a rare good day today?" Sasha said incredulously, "It's just that I don't know? ”

"Come on," said Beelzebub, coming out of the bathroom, and instead of bothering to dry the water with a towel, he shook his hair like a black Newpoliton, his mane-like hair was full of moisture, and it was so warm that it seemed that there were small circles of transparency on the floor that were so warm that it seemed soft, "just a kiss! ”

"A kiss." Little Hopkins repeated gloomily.

"A kiss," little Beep said bewildered, "what's wrong?" ”

Avery left before school started, replaced by little Bepp. He's the new ninth-grader at Grande, and in order to get this spot, Chegalle's casino has lost a lot of income - but it's still quite worth it, Bep's father is a steady and capable fellow, loyal to Chegalle, Bep's mother is Chegalle's cousin, and Bep himself is clever and nimble enough, anyway, he was originally in Chegalle's plan - after him, more Poseidon Island children will enter the universities of the Western Continent, where they will get knowledge, bonuses, degrees, and important"Friends", and with the money and status that comes with these friends, they will build a huge skeleton belonging to Poseidon Island on the vast western continent...... It's like coral, which started out as tiny, invisible insects that float in the seawater, find a place, fix, grow, clump together, they die, leave behind a grave of hard bones, and a new generation continues to grow healthy and strong on it, generation after generation...... That's it, three generations. Or four generations later, Poseidon Island may disappear so quietly - as Chegar did. Than what Sandi wants.

The golden age of thugs is long gone, and the path for the perpetrators will only get narrower and narrower – what else can they do? Drugs, weapons, sexuality/sex, these were still vibrant, unscrupulous "trading" more than half a century ago, and now they are all being strongly contained and crushed by those in power and the state apparatus. If it has not yet achieved a decisive correct position in the last few decades, the only thing that awaits it is complete extinction.

It's a pity that not everyone can be like Chegalle. It can be said that it is more far-sighted than Sandi. To this day, most of the people of Poseidon are still following the path of their grandfathers and fathers, who are keen on smuggling, gambling, fighting, murder, spending all their extra energy on prostitutes, hating the police and the law, and contempt for academics. Despise women and children – their children are far more educated at home than at school, and parental authority trumps all else – Chegalle doesn't want to change that, but he has his own ideas.

"I want our children to grow up in a peaceful environment, where they can go out on the street to buy an ice cream or play with their friends as they want; Suffering for a failed exam paper or a returned love letter; Do not hesitate to report to your parents and your own occupation when needed; being able to watch their parents die peacefully in their beds at home; They don't have daggers or pistols in their pockets, and they don't have to be terrified and tremble their legs when they see the police; Their children are able to become academics, military and politicians. Respected and loved. ”

"A wonderful dream." Anthony. That's what Hopkins said.

- Bep's presence caused Sasha's mind to run away a bit, but it quickly returned to its original position - Beep was a few months younger than Sasha and Beelzebub, but he was already a father of a child! The child's mother is only 16 years old this year. They will be married when Bepp turns twenty, and Bep only got a color photograph of the fetus yesterday, and the picture is so clear that you can see the half-closed eyelids, nostrils, fingers and toes, and the head is almost the same size as the translucent body. Bepp said he was beaten twice (his father's and hers's) for "this thing," as well as a couple of meals for his future brother-in-law. But he thinks it's worth it, he loves little babies.

"Fourteen." Hopkins Jr. said. Gloomy and gloomy.

"Beep, get us some sandwiches, and some yogurt soda," and when Bepp was sent away, Beelzebub said, "Okay, now tell me what irritated you—don't tell me it's really just because of a kiss—there's something wrong with the girl?" Beelzebub did not think that Sasha's aberrations came from the girl herself. Sasha just looks like a vaguely shy good gentleman, but in reality they are all about the same, Poseidon Island can't produce the kind of waste idiot who watches his prey bounce around and does nothing.

"Just a little surprised."

"That's not good," Beelzebub smiled slyly, "You're not telling the truth, my dear. The sun was very comfortable, he lay directly on the floor, it was difficult to call the body of a "boy" tall and strong, but the muscles were not exaggerated, the skin that had been tanned during the summer vacation had not yet returned to its original color for the time being, it was very smooth, and the light from the window into the room dyed his hair a beautiful gold, "Come on...... You ought to talk to me, my dear, so it's fair – look, what haven't I said to you, you know me all about me. ”

"That's not entirely true," said Sasha slowly, "I mean, I don't know you as you describe, or what went wrong, just what you said and what you are doing. ”

Beelzebub blinked, he needed to think a little to understand what Sasha was referring to, "Oh," he tapped thoughtfully on the floor, "I know what you're talking about, you mean that...... Daisy, or Dinah? He tilted his head: "Cute little Sasha, I said it a morning, it was just a kiss." ”

"And then?"

If it were someone else, it would really be like falling into a fog, but Beelzebub still knows something about little Hopkins, "Let me think about it......" He thought for a while, and pointed to a cluster of pink and white wild roses sticking into the room from the window, it was autumn, but they were still blooming very well, the petals were delicate, and the stamens were golden, "See those flowers?" He raised his hand, his fingers stretched out slowly like macaroni, wrapped around the thin stem with small thorns, and folded it off, "Good flowers." The son of the leader of the mob exclaimed poetically, and Sasha shivered expressionlessly.

Beelzebub withdrew his finger and the flower from his finger, raised it to his nose and sniffed it, and finally pursed his lips and kissed it: "That's so," he explained, "I saw this and thought it was cute, the color and shape were pleasing, and the smell was good, so ...... It was just a kiss. He paused: "As for the result, I can only say that it is good and pleasant. If I had the chance, I would kiss her again. ”

The dark-skinned boy lay on his back on the hot floor, the cool wind blowing in through the window, carrying the scent of flowers and trees, the evaporation of the water from his body, all of which made him feel so pleasant, he turned his head to look at his friend who had fallen into silence—he knew Sasha. When Hopkins was in time, he and Hopkins were just real "children", just looking at the appearance, Sasha at that time was really an out-and-out little angel! (Although reality soon shattered this illusion). But many children (at this age) look exceptionally beautiful, and Sasha is the best of them, but it's not surprising that the difference between them and the other boys (and girls) is when they reach puberty, when they walk through the streets of Poseidon Island, or when they go to church, few people can not look at Beelzebub's friends, the girls are shy, the women are much more generous and warm, and the men are more likely to shake their heads after a brief glance. Draw a cross on your chest to show their incredibleness.

The sand of that time. Hopkins still carries a certain amount of uncertainty, but in the last two years, and especially this year, Beelzebub has been able to make sure that God didn't make the usual mistake (or maybe just a prank) with his friends—that many beautiful children grow up to be distorted and distorted to the point that they can't even look at them.

Little Hopkins didn't, his face and body seemed to be getting more perfect every day, Beelzebub didn't know how strange it would end up fixing, but he noticed that even now, when he had to face the sand, little Beep would look away, consciously or unconsciously—human beings are always looking for beauty, but extreme ugliness and extreme beauty can be frightening.

"There was a girl last night...... It should be a pretty good kind," Sasha added, "into my room." ”

Beelzebub encouraged him with his eyes.

"She's sitting on top of me, almost all over," Sasha said slowly, considering whether it was something else: "...... I talked to her for a while......"

Beelzebub struggled to control his expression.

"Later, she was gone."

Beelzebub waited for a while, and when he was finished, he said, "That's it?" ”

"That's all."

"Questions?"

"Because based on the books I've read and the information I've gotten, I'm supposed to have some reactions – like a rapid heartbeat, an increase in body temperature, an erection, something like that...... Right? Sasha frowned, "But I don't, Beelzebub." ”

He's really, in distress about this...... Beelzebub stammered, and for the first time felt that God was really fair. It was necessary to write it down so that he could make fun of Hopkins for fifty years to come, but he had to help his friend for now.

"I like this flower," said Beelzebub, pinching the cluster of wild roses, "and I kissed it." There were flowers out there, and they were all beautiful, but I didn't kiss them one by one—because I didn't like them. ”

He got up from the floor, squeezed to Sasha's side, and hooked his friend's shoulder affectionately with one hand: "Look, it's that simple, brother, that's why, you don't like it." ”

(To be continued)