Klaus dragged the poet silently into the crowd and left before the crowd could react.

At this time, the young janitor, who had just finished venting his relaxed face, happened to come over, looked at the three people who left in a hurry and shouted, "Hey, didn't you say that you are not allowed to go in!" ”

The scruffy poet was dragged by Klaus as he busily jotted down the poem he had just written.

Andrei walked quickly and followed, every now and then he needed a trot, panting and said, "Eh, what are you doing walking so fast." ”

Klaus also ignored what he said at this time, although he knew that there was someone following him, probably knowing that it was an acquaintance, and he didn't think carefully who it was.

He had just spotted an acquaintance in the tavern, and if he was not mistaken, the man who was lying on the bench with a few women beside him was the commander of the group of soldiers that night.

Although he felt that no one should see him clearly in that situation that night, otherwise he should have himself in the wanted warrant, but he was still afraid that the other party would recognize him.

I just don't know why that person is drinking on his stomach in such a strange position, isn't it uncomfortable?

Put aside the doubts in my heart and look at the sloppy poet.

It should have been written.

It's finally written!

The two walked into the bar from before.

The boss greeted them warmly: "How is it, is his poem ready?" ”

"I think you should ask our great poet."

"His poems are very well written, and the emotions are completely integrated into them, and if I were a woman, I would definitely be touched by this infatuated man."

"Well, I didn't see a real person."

The sloppy poet was also resurrected at this time, and for the first time he looked at the world around him: "Yes, I have done it. ”

After saying a word, he entered his own world, took out a delicate piece of letter paper from his arms, and rewrote the poem on the paper with flower characters with the most careful care in his life.

The boss was also a little curious at this time, stretched his neck long, looked at the poem, and then read it in a low voice.

“........ Could it be that I really love you? ”

After reading it, the boss also sighed.

"Love, alas, is wonderful."

Then I remembered something, said hello to everyone, and left.

Klaus probably also has some sadomasochistic past.

"What a sin love is."

Fortunately, there was nothing to do, and Klaus also copied the poem casually, that is, he felt that he might not be able to recharge this poem, and felt that it was good to write well, but there was no experience of love dying and living, and it was difficult to resonate.

In short, I will copy it down first, maybe I will sacrifice a sincere love in the future, and I can get a strong ability.

Loves Sorrow may really be the best fuel for art.

After copying, the poet also wrapped the envelope.

Klaus just asked for an autograph: "I like this poem very much, could you please sign it?" ”

"Absolutely!"

The stone in the sloppy poet's heart was also put down, and he readily agreed.

The excitement of writing a good poem counteracts much of his humble mentality in love.

Now I am excited and apprehensive, and my mind is full of the romantic scene of the other party reading this poem on the windowsill in the middle of the night.

"Friend!" He solemnly gave the envelope to Klaus.

"Thank you so much for your music, it helped me create this poem. I have to apologize to you, you are a very talented artist. ”

"Yes, Klaus played 'Dream of Love' so well, you don't know that he is a well-known young pianist in Europe."

"It's fine." Klaus replied.

"You must hand over this letter to Madame Butterfly."

Then he said an address.

"Madame Butterfly?"

"Yes, her name is Madame Butterfly, and no one knows her real name, but no one knows her beauty."

Klaus:...... I do not know.....

Andrei whispered in his ear: "It's not that exaggerated, but I've heard of it, but it's said to be very good-looking." Let me tell you that there are so many beauties in Moshi that it is impossible to choose the top ten or the top hundred, for example, I like the famous duchess the most. ”

Klaus heard what he said this time, but was not interested in his strange sexual fetish of liking married women. Mr. Liszt was caught in this pit.

"Be sure to send it for me, you help me say, no, don't say anything."

"It's all in the poem. It's all in poetry. She would come to see me if she wanted to, and I would give her all my blood, even my heart. ”

Seeing that the poet had started again, Klaus simply said goodbye and left.

It's already night, but the sun is still stubbornly stuck in the sky, shining blindly.

It was not yet dark so late, which made Klaus a little uncomfortable.

It always felt like it was too early, so he planned to go to that address now to see 'Madame Butterfly', who had fascinated the scruffy poet.

Seems to have forgotten something?

Never mind.

Andrei, who was forcibly looking for someone to talk to in the tavern, turned his head and didn't see anyone.

I was busy going out to look, but I didn't see anyone, and then I asked the sloppy poet: "Do you know where Klaus went?" ”

"You are?"

.......

Klaus called a car and finally arrived at Madame Butterfly's house, which was filled with all kinds of flowers.

When I walked in, I found such a paragraph: 3:00-4:00 a.m. during working hours, do not disturb at other times.

Klaus's face was black: What kind of abnormal time is this?

Looking carefully at the notice next to it, it turns out that 'Madame Butterfly' is still a costume designer.

Since the time was written on it, Klaus decided to visit again at that time.

Now he's going to go back first, there's a JOJO waiting to be fed at home, and he's a part-time nanny now, but who wants the other party to be the owner.

Klaus frowned, "But I always feel like I've forgotten something." ”

He recalled it with his heart, and then casually called a car.

And Jost Joestar is still doing indescribable things with potatoes.

There are some things that potatoes will never understand, why the iron ball has to smash itself into bruises and juice.

"My hands are sore."

Looking at the system, it only took an hour for the evolution to be completed.

"Take a break."

That's when he heard a knock at the door.

I washed my hands and went out to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, I saw a big face full of resentment that came into view, like a licking dog who gave wholeheartedly but was abandoned at will.

"Bang."

Jost slammed the door shut.

Then it opens again.

It's still this face.

"JOJO, CAPTAIN, I'M #@%¥#%@......"

Entering the house, Andrei began to complain about his tragic experience of being forgotten.

Jost politely comforted him, and then asked if there was anything interesting.

"Madame Butterfly?"

Jost seems to have heard about it, and Grandpa Dalio seems to have talked about it, but it has been a long time.

He had a gut feeling that this was another stand-in.

After a while, Klaus came back and asked clearly, his stand-in was about to evolve, and after three days at home, he was a little tempted to go to the waves. And it is possible to meet Tchaikovsky.

It's exciting to think about.