Jack couldn't stand it anymore, since he was a child, when had he ever seen such a bloody scene, even if he killed pigs and sheep, he hypnotized them first, and then euthanized.

For a while, my stomach was on fire, and I felt uncomfortable, and if it wasn't for the hotel owner's support, I would definitely sit on the ground.

Avaichiro stared wide-eyed, refusing to let go of every detail. Only the boss stood upright, with a triumphant look on his face, like an angel of vengeance.

"Thank you very much, sir," said Ava to the innkeeper, "and you have helped us a great deal when we are in a dilemma. ”

"Yes," replied the boss, turning to the young man with a proud smile, "it's all because that foolish Mark Ski is not good, so that I can't help you with your problems at any time." He didn't mention your plight to me, and I'd love to find an opportunity to get to know my good neighbors. As soon as I heard that I could help you, I hurried to seize this opportunity to help. ”

When Jack was relieved, his strong feeling of nausea was no longer so strong, and his mind cleared up, he saw Avaichiro drinking from a cup of water, his face turned pale, and he saw the boss changing into the clown costume.

He mechanically looked into the square, and everything was gone—the guillotine, the executioner, the corpse, everything was gone, all that was left was the crowd, a noisy and excited crowd everywhere.

"Hey," he asked his boss, "what else happened?" ”

"Nothing," replied the boss, "it's just that, as you can see, the has begun." Let's change your clothes. ”

"Indeed," said Jack, "this terrible scene has passed like a dream. ”

"Yes, for me, but for the prisoner?"

"It was a dream, too. But he is still asleep, and you are awake, and who knows which of you is happier? ”

"Abe Taro is a very well-behaved young man, he is not like ordinary people, who lose his temper when he doesn't get the attention of others, but he is happy to see that the attention of the public is focused on his companions. He slipped into the crowd while everyone wasn't paying attention to him, and didn't even thank the two venerable gendarmes who had accompanied him.

Alas, man is really an ungrateful, selfish animal. Hurry up and change your clothes. Lo and behold, Mr. Ichiro has set an example for you. ”

Ichiro had indeed put the silk pants on his black pants and the long polished leather boots. "Hey, Ichiro," said Jack, "do you really want to go to Mardi Gras?" ”

"Honestly, no!" Ichiro replied. "But I'm really happy to see what happened here, and I now understand the meaning of what the boss said, and once you're used to it, you're not going to be emotionally moved by anything else."

"And it's the only time you can study human nature," the boss said. "In the guillotine, death is the fairest, whether you are rich or poor, it tears off the mask that people wear all their lives and reveals their true colors. Honestly, Pipiru's performance is really ugly, this hateful scoundrel! Come, get dressed, two, get dressed! ”

"Boss, your talent is far beyond my imagination, being a businessman has really wronged you, you should sit on the quiet podium and talk about the meaning of life."

"I just talked about death, death is eternal, the meaning of life is to wait for death, everything we do while we are alive is to prepare for death." The boss handed him the clothes he had prepared for Jack.

Jack thought it would be ridiculous not to follow the example of his two companions.

So he put on his clothes and put on a mask. The mask, of course, was no paler than his own face.

When they had finished their disguises, they went downstairs. The carriage was waiting for them at the door, and it was piled with colorful shredded paper and flower balls. They mingled into the carriage. This mutation is unimaginable.

In the square, instead of the gloom and silence of death, there is a scene of elated and noisy carnivals. In all directions, groups of masked people poured in, some running out of the door, some running down the window. From every street, from every corner, there were horse-drawn carriages.

The carriage was filled with clowns in white clothes, white trousers and white masks, comical characters in floral clothes and wooden knives, men and women in masks, some playing noble marquises, some playing pirates with one eye buttoned, and some knights and peasants.

Everyone screamed and screamed, fought and pretended, and flew all over the sky with eggshells full of flour, colorful paper, and flower balls, and attacked people everywhere with their cold words and all kinds of throwable objects, whether they were friends or foes, companions or strangers, no one was angry, everyone just laughed.

Jack and Ichiro, like people who drink to kill their sorrows, feel that there is a thick veil separating the past from the present after they get drunk.

But they always saw, or rather, to be more precise, and they were still thinking in their hearts about what they had just witnessed. But gradually, the excitement that pervaded them was contagious, and they felt that they too had to join in the noise and chaos.

A handful of confetti was thrown from a nearby carriage and scattered all three of its companions all over the body, and Ichiro's neck and the uncovered part of his face were tickled by a hundred small needles, and he was drawn into a scuffle that was going on around him.

He stood up, grabbed a handful of confetti from the carriage and threw it at the man near his left, as a sign that he was also a veteran of the art.

The battle unfolded smoothly. The scene seen half an hour ago gradually faded from the minds of the two youths, and all they could now be absorbed in was the elated and colorful procession. The hotel owner, on the other hand, remained indifferent.

The whole sky seemed to be obscured by falling colored paper and tossed flowers. The streets were filled with a lively crowd of people dressed in strange costumes - big-headed ghosts on stilts staggered through the crowd to find their foothold, bullheads and horses poking out from behind people's shoulders and roaring.

In the midst of all this chaos, a mask was lifted upward, revealing a pair of anxious eyes, which had been nailed up, but suddenly a team of demons came and took him in another direction.

On the second lap, the boss stopped the ox cart and said goodbye to his companions, leaving the ox cart for them to use.

Jack looked up and saw that they had reached the front of the hotel. In the middle window, where the white satin curtain was embroidered with red 'I love you', sat a man wearing a blue half-mask, this person, Jack easily recognized her as the cat girl, and behind her showed half of his face with the same mask, Jack tried to wave his arms at her, but unfortunately, there was no response, their eyes fell on the distance, and it was useless to see him.

"Two," said the boss, jumping out of the car, "when you are tired of being an actor in this scene and want to be a spectator, you know that I have a place in my window for you. Now, please use my coachman, my carriage, and my servants. ”

Jack thanked the Earl for his attention. Avaichiro was busy throwing flower balls at a wagon full of peasants parked near him.

Unfortunately, the procession of carriages moved again, and he headed for the central square.

"Ahh My dear! He said to Jack, "Do you see that?" ”

"What?"

"There, the low-wheeled wagon full of Roman peasants."

"Nope."

"Hey, I'm sure they're all pretty women."

"How unfortunate you are, Ichiro, wearing a mask!" "This would have been a chance to make up for your past frustrations." ”

"Oh," he replied, half-jokingly, half-earnestly, "I hope to make up for it before the carnival is over." ”

But regardless of Ichiro's hopes, there were no unexpected encounters that day, except for the low-wheeled carriage full of peasants, which was met two or three times later.

There was a time when they met, and I don't know if Ichiro was intentional or unintentional, his mask fell off. He immediately stood up and threw all the remaining flower balls from the carriage.

One of the pretty women—as Ichiro had inferred from their coquettish make-up—was undoubtedly impressed by his courtesy.

Because, when the carriage of the two friends passed by her, she actually threw a bunch of violets over. Ichiro hurriedly grabbed it, and Jack had no reason to assume that it was given to him, so he had to let Ichiro possess it. Ichiro stuck the flower in his buttonhole, and the carriage went on triumphantly.

"Hey," Jack said to him, "this is the beginning of an adventure." ”

"Laugh as you like, I do. So I will never give up this bouquet of flowers. ”

"Of course!" Jack laughed and replied, "I believe you, it's a matter of love." ”

However, the joke soon seemed to come true, for when Ichiro and Jack met the peasant women's carriage again, the woman who threw the violet to Ichiro clapped her hands when she saw that he had put the flower on his head.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Jack said, "It's a wonderful thing. Do you want me to leave? Maybe you'd rather do it alone? ”

"No," he replied, "I don't want to be taken like a fool by a wave."

If this beautiful peasant woman is willing to develop, we will find her again tomorrow, or more precisely, she will come to us, and then she will show me something, and I will know what to do. ”

"In good conscience," said Jack, "if you really want a beautiful woman to throw in your arms, your affair will come to an end, and as a person who has come over, I give you a suggestion, rush forward!"

A qualified scumbag, fantasy alone is not enough, if your beautiful lover wants to turn you into a beast of any kind, you must first send yourself to her. ”

Jack was right, the nameless lover had undoubtedly decided not to do anything new that day, and though the two young men had gone around a few more times, they would never see the low-wheeled carriage again.

At this moment, the bell announcing the opening of the carnival signaled the end. Jack and Avaichiro were across the street from Nahobashi at this time.

The coachman, apparently under orders, drove down the street without saying a word, stopping in front of a hotel.

The boss's secretary came to the door to greet his guests.

"Cook!" Ichiro was puzzled, thinking that he had some strange habit of this partner, and looked at Jack and said, "What are you looking for a cook for?" ”

"Make us two sets of peasant clothes to use tomorrow." Jack replied.

The cook shook his head, "I'll make you two sets of clothes right away, and I'll use them tomorrow?" I beg your pardon, I'm just a cook, I don't know how to make clothes. ”

"So I'm going to have to give up on this idea?" Jack was a little displeased, and couldn't understand how Mitarai could arrange for a cook to wait for him here.

"No, we have ready-made ones. I'll take care of everything, and tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you'll find everything you need to be satisfied. ”

"My dear Jack," said Ichiro, "let our shop do the work, and he has proven that he has the means." Let's go back to dinner, and after eating, we will go to the National Center for the Performing Arts to watch a show. ”

"All right," replied Jack, "but remember, my friend and I must wear the kind of clothes we have just said tomorrow morning, and that is the most important thing." ”

The shopkeeper reassured them that they would do as they were told.

Back at the Imperial Capital Hotel, Jack and Ichiro go upstairs to their room and start changing clothes.

When Ichiro took off his clothes, he carefully saved the bouquet of violets, which he would identify tomorrow.

The two friends sat down at the table.

While they were eating their last snack, the servant came in and asked them when they would like to have their cart ready.

Jack and Ichiro looked at each other, Jack really didn't know what the 'car' in each other's mouths was, if he still picked him up, he was using a wooden box pulled by four horses, he didn't want to ride anymore, besides, he was going into the mountains, not playing, and the 'car' didn't seem to be appropriate.

Ichiro's eyes were full of eagerness, and what he hoped most was that Jack would answer: "I don't have to have a car, I have my own." Or something like that, he'd seen aliens, he'd seen alien flying machines, but he hadn't ridden them.

But the servant thought that he understood what they meant, "the master has indeed commanded," he said, "and the carriage has been at the behest of the two lords all day, so the two lords should use it well, and not be afraid of rudeness." ”

"Well," said Jack, as soon as he entered his room, before Jack could speak, "you seem to have nothing else to do, and you want to talk to the big guys, ah, you have become the best friends in the world." ”

"Not yet," replied Jack, "but I can't deny that we've bothered him all day. ”

"All day?"

"Yes, we dined with him from this morning, then we rode in his ox cart all day, and now he gives us his carriage."

"So did you know him before?"

"Sort of, after all, we have a request for people."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's a long story."

"Forget about the long story, I don't want to listen to your stinky and long adventures, you better go and see Ruyin, and tell her about your adventures. She's been in there for a long time, she's played that song 800 times, my ears are calloused, and I'm going crazy if I don't let her stop. ”

"Our family's Ruyin, what a beautiful tune you play, how many good things you did in your last life, only to come to my Ruyin to play for you personally, I can't listen to it enough in my life." Before he could finish speaking, Jack hurried towards the room with the heavy curtains.

The next morning, the boss went into Jack's room, followed by the cook, who was followed by two servants, with eight or nine local peasant costumes on their arms.

Just as the three of them were each choosing the appropriate outfit and instructing them on how to dress up with two servants, Ichiro walked in with a smile on his face.

"Look," he said, holding up an envelope with a violet on it, "I'm not mistaken, am I? ”

"She answered you!" Jack shouted.

"You read it!" As he spoke, the envelope was handed over, and Jack took the letter, unfolded it, and read: "At eight o'clock tonight, get off at West Street, and follow the farmer who gave you a blue violet, and he will bring you to me." Until then, we will not see each other for the time being. ”

"How?" As soon as Jack finished reading, Ichiro asked, "What do you think?" ”

"Be careful, Ichiro," said Jack, "you've been carried away by that nameless beauty. ”

"I don't care, I've made up my mind." Ichiro replied.

"Are you sure you've read that letter carefully?" Jack asked again.

"Yes."

"I know there's a saying called 'love at first sight', but you haven't met yet, well, I should say, she asked you out to come to the door without meeting in the real sense, how poorly educated are the women here?"

"We call it a thousand miles of fate." Ichiro said.

"Alright then, read the letter again, and lo and behold, the handwriting, and look for any white words or incomprehensible sentences." The handwriting is indeed very beautiful, and there is no white letter, "You are a lucky person born to be born." Jack said as he returned the letter to him.

"Feel free to laugh at me," Ichiro replied, "Anyway, I'm falling into the whirlpool of love, and I can't extricate myself." ”

"You're making me panic," yelled Jack, "I remember you came to tell me that you had a distinguished visitor today. There's no news yet, it's almost ten o'clock, shouldn't you give me an answer? ”

"If my nameless beauty's temper is as soft as her beauty," said Ichiro wistfully, "then I will live here for at least half a year." ”

"Hey, two or three more adventures like this, I think you'll have a good chance of becoming a member of the Royal Breed Society."

Ichiro was undoubtedly eager to seriously discuss his eligibility to join the Royal Sympathy Society, but then the waiter came to inform him that breakfast was ready.

Ichiro's romantic experience did not affect his appetite, and he even pulled Jack in the posture of the host, invited Jack to join him at the table, and prepared to save this discussion for the table.

After dinner, the boss came over and explained to Jack that he had gone on errands, had left yesterday evening, and had only returned an hour earlier.

I don't know if he is reluctantly restraining himself, or if something disturbs his mind, the boss always seems to be restless when he speaks.