I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 22 Reunion in the Woods

Utis jumped out of the carriage neatly, kicked away the sand and rocks on the ground, and helped Helen get off the carriage.

Compared to Rome, Gaul was significantly less regulated.There are charcoal braziers lined up on both sides of the street, and the hawker sells the red sausage in a distorted manner; the chef of the scone is black and fat, and he randomly sprinkles large slices of onions.

Gauls are tall, rough in speech and deeds, and even women can kill fish and chickens.The men dressed up as gods of fire, held fire sticks, ate meat and drank alcohol, and cursed each other while bragging.The recklessness of the barbarians was evident.

Utis put the coachman in charge of the carriage.He took Heron into the market, ordered two glasses of beer, and the spilled beer foam covered his fingers.

"With all due respect, Utis..." Helen glanced at him, "I've never drank beer, my mother won't let me get this."

"Ah, I forgot! Nobles only drink wine, and beer is a cheap drink for you." Utis tilted his neck and drank half a glass of beer, "Let me endure this unbearable thing for you, Your noble stomach can only hold noble food!"

He drank two glasses of beer quickly, in a somewhat rude manner.His black beard was covered with alcohol foam, he wiped it away with his cuff, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

There is a fire blowing show on the street.Acrobats wear oil paint masks and hold torches in their hands, blowing out gorgeous fire balls.Utis asked for some rosin powder and a torch, and blew on it familiarly.

A ball of fire appeared out of thin air in front of Heron's eyes, and his forehead hair was also set off by the heat wave.

He looked at Utis in surprise.

This old guy who seems to have long hair all over his body laughs childishly, as if the aging body wraps the soul of a young child.His long beard quivered wildly, as did his felt hat.The broad shoulders trembled, and the whole person was in a carefree state.

"Do you like it?" He gradually restrained his laughter and asked seriously.

Herron wanted to answer that he didn't like it.But when he saw those blue eyes that were concealed clearly, he still nodded and said lightly: "Not bad."

Utis curled his lips and said clearly: "That's why I don't like it."

Helen was a little surprised, Utis seemed to know him very well.

"I want to take you to a place..." Utis smiled mysteriously, "I can guarantee that this will be something you have never seen before!"

He took Heron's shoulders and enthusiastically led him to the imitation stage ahead.

Mimicry is loved, and it is a dear art, enjoyed by nobles and commoners alike.The mimetic actors are all men, and even the female roles are played by men.When performing, they wear masks and exaggerated costumes, read lines in their mouths, and have extremely rich body language.

In order to celebrate the Vulcan Festival, interested onlookers can also participate in the performance, but they must be screened by the performers.

A scene has ended, and the audience has already come to the stage to fight for roles.

As soon as Heron approached the stage, before he could figure out the situation, he was pulled up by the sharp-eyed performer and appointed him to play Venus.

The script book was forced into his hand, and he was a little dumbfounded.

The scene is Vulcan's wedding, and the protagonists are Vulcan and his wife Venus.

Venus, relying on her beauty and noble personality, angered Jupiter, the father of the gods.Therefore, Jupiter married her to Vulcan, the god of fire.Vulcan was ugly and lame, and was hated by Venus.

Herron quickly memorized short lines and put on a blond wig.

The one who played against him was a young man with red hair.The showman took a fancy to his hair color and thought he was very suitable for the role of Vulcan.

The show will begin soon—

Venus was wearing an orange-red veil, lying dignifiedly on the couch, with vague features.

Vulkan crouched at Venus' feet, speaking the vows of marriage.Then, he raised the orange-red veil.

He saw a pair of extremely beautiful facial features.

—Just one look, and he's hardened.

"In the world of gods, there is no one who can match your beauty! Jupiter, worried about your natural arrogance, threw the orb into the mire! I am Vulcan the blacksmith, and I am your loyal husband. Until the last flame burns All iron objects are turned into rust; until the living world falls into lethargy, and the warm life is forever cold and silent. Time will eventually fall into emptiness, this love will not fall; objects will eventually erode into dust, this love will not erode; colors will eventually fade To be dim, this love never fades!"

He lowered his head and kissed the back of Venus' hand tremblingly.

Venus sat up and pulled the veil forward to cover his head.

"Sorrow has become a fact, and grievances flow into my heart like a long river. After all, I can't hide from the power of the father of the gods! I am in charge of love and beauty, but I am forced to marry someone who doesn't love. From then on, I will let only one true love, But only to one person; I will make beauty pervade everything, but only the discerning eye can see it..."

Venus took off her veil, tied it around Vulcan's neck, and hugged her husband.

The audience happily clapped their hands and threw coins and dried fruit towards the stage as a way of applauding.

……

At the end of the performance, Herron got over his addiction and tore off his thick wig.

Utis had been waiting for him, and reached out to pick off the peel of the dried fruit stuck to his shoulder.

He hung his head, looking a little lost.He pulled off his felt hat in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "You seem to be enjoying it, I'm really happy for you..."

Helen stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Utis, why is your hair black, but your eyebrows are golden?"

Utis froze, coughed twice, pressed his felt hat tighter, and covered his eyebrows with fine bangs.

"I used to be blond when I was young, but now I'm old and my hair is an old white. You know, gold dyes are much more expensive than black!"

Helen raised an eyebrow and walked out of the stage slowly.

He bought a bunch of barbecue on the side of the road and walked while eating.

The two walked back to the street, casting two shadows taller than themselves.

The streets get deeper and narrower, like an endless tunnel.When passing the last residential house, an open yellow forest suddenly appeared in front of you.

The leaves of the sycamore trees have turned yellow, and the sunlight is streaming in through the gaps in the trees.Everything is golden, even the fine dust floating around.The two stepped on the fallen leaves, making the sound of broken leaves.

The woods are extremely quiet, there is not even a wind, only the sound of walking and the rustling of leaves.They are like two butterflies enclosed in a yellow glass ball, isolated from the world.There will never be a more peaceful and independent time than now.

Herren's throat rolled and he swallowed the last piece of meat.

Utis handed him the napkin carefully.

When he threw away the confetti, Utis asked knowingly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Heron looked up puzzled.At this moment, Utis hugged him violently, and pressed a blade against his neck.

The clamping force is astonishing.Herron was frightened and her heart was beating rapidly.Fear of death made him forget that what was resting on his neck was actually just the back of the knife.

Afraid of the threat of the dagger, he voluntarily gave up resistance.

"Please don't hurt me, I can give you any property! Rose garden, real estate, etc., you can take it."

He turned around and looked at Utis sideways.His eyelashes trembled in panic, his tone of voice trembled, and his black eyes were covered with a haze of trance.His whole body was trembling, as if half of his soul had been scared away, which was very sympathetic.

Utis glanced at him, his brows furrowed and then loosened, his jaw trembled slightly.

He put down the dagger and restored his essential hoarse voice: "Forget it, I wanted to show you the accident you should face. Don't be afraid."

The familiar tone was like a wild beast, forcibly breaking into Heron's ears, running along the veins and rushing into his heart.Herren's whole body was stiff, his back was tensely straightened, his mind was full of water, and his blood seemed to be frozen.

He turns around in a daze, close enough to see the down on Lucas' face.

Lucas tore off his beard and hair, took off his black felt hat, stroked back the bangs that covered his eyes, and said with a chuckle:

"I didn't expect to meet so soon, my dear master."

Lucas was still Lucas, except for the blond hair that had been dyed black.

His strength, his sharpness, just penetrated unobstructedly.Helen had been soaked in this breath for a long time.He lost it, but now he's back.

He stared at him for a while, and suddenly his forehead felt hot, and he grabbed Lucas by the collar and pressed it to the ground.

Lucas fell unexpectedly.Taking advantage of the situation, Helen sat on his waist and punched him on the chin.

His strength was neither light nor heavy, as if he had put all the long-standing grievances on his fists.His heart was beating faster than when the blade touched his neck, his cheeks were hot, his blood was hot as hot oil.For some reason, he specifically wanted Lucas to suffer.

Lucas' mouth was bleeding from the punch.He stared at Herron, smiled generously, and let him go crazy.

Trembling with excitement, Herron cursed under his breath, and strangled him by the neck.His brain was swept away like a hurricane, and there was nothing, and his proud etiquette was left behind.

Lucas easily snapped his fingers apart.Helen got down on the ground in resentment, biting his shoulder as if venting his anger.

His childish behavior made him act like a puppy acting like a baby to his master after a long absence.

"I should have thought of that...Damn it! I forgot you can change your voice, you cunning bastard! I'm going to kill you...I'm going to bite you to death, you self-assertive bastard!" he cursed angrily , mixed with many dirty words.

Lucas remained silent.

……

It took a long time for Helen to calm down a bit.

He grabbed Lucas by the collar and sat up, finding him smiling slightly, staring at his bright blue eyes.

Lucas tilted his head, glanced at his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You bit me until I bleed."

The author has something to say:

Just let them stay in the grove for another day!That's right, this article is 1v1, don't get me wrong, the two of you will stick together forever.

In ancient Rome, mimetic plays were very popular, but only men could act as mimetic actors, and even female roles were played by men.Men can also act like the dan roles in our Beijing opera.