"Hello? What are you doing!"
Frandy, who was not at the celebrity party, sounded much more normal (not normal), he exclaimed.
"Give you an hour, put on a wig and a beard, or put on some lipstick to increase the height of your insoles - it doesn't matter what the hell you do, come to me with a different face and a guitar." Qin Jue said in a rough voice. explain.
"Fu*k, what do you want to do?" Before Frandi's unique tone of voice started to fly around, Qin Jue quickly gave the address and hung up the call.
She stood there and waited. Frandy came a little slower than she expected, but it didn't matter, just come.
"...A sultry blond man with third-rate aesthetics." When the little lunatic approached, Qin Jue complained mercilessly.
"I can only find this one! Otherwise I really have to put on lipstick!" Frandy cursed and swept his hand across the surface of the acoustic guitar. With the thing with long strings in his hand, his mental state was much better.
Crystal fragments of light flashed by, Qin Jue noticed the glass particles swept off the guitar, and his eyes twitched:
"You're not going to smash the window of someone else's musical instrument store, are you?"
"I threw a card in there!" Frandy said confidently.
"You...forget it."
Qin Jue couldn't tell whether he was happy or tired. She found a direction and walked forward. Frandy followed her intermittently - the guitar he snatched didn't have a strap, so he could only hold it on his lap while tuning with one foot. Jumping around.
"It's too factory, tasteless, soulless."
Frandy, who was holding the guitar in his arms, did not ask Qin Jue where he was taking him, but just kept complaining about the sound of the instrument.
Qin Jue could tell that he was still very happy for the time being. Compared to not long ago.
They walked and walked until Frandy had to switch legs and continue jumping, and Qin Jue stopped.
"?" Frandy looked at her, but closed his eyes before she could answer.
The sound of an accordion could be heard faintly not far away.
"Let's go."
Qin Jue smiled.
Frandy stopped jumping around and followed Qin Jue with his guitar in his arms. There was a kind of jumping and crazy cuteness in his expression, like a lion whose hair exploded and was gradually smoothed by the wind.
A few minutes later, a "gondola" with a dark hull and bright red seats appeared in their sight. The musician wore the familiar straw hat and played the familiar accordion. This time there were no people around. Street lamp, it turns out that she has a pair of light green eyes.
Seeing Qin Jue's arrival, the accordion played a string of brisk notes.
Frandy's expression became intoxicated, and without Qin Jue's need to say anything, he jumped on the boat with her, the guitar strings vibrating between his fingers, and sporadic melodies drifted out.
Qin Jue sat next to them and listened to their "conversation".
The musician seemed to welcome Qin Jue's new friends. She stopped playing, took off the accordion and handed it to Qin Jue. She bent down and touched it, took out the portable electronic organ from under the seat, and put it on her lap. .
"Well……"
Qin Jue put the accordion on his back and said, "I don't know how to do this."
Frandi laughed loudly with his guitar solo, and was given a speechless middle finger by Qin Jue.
The musician didn't seem to understand English. She gestured to Qin Jue twice and showed her how to play the accordion, spitting out a few beautiful but obscure words.
Now Qin Jue couldn't understand, and she blinked in confusion.
"Sei del posto? (Are you a local?)" Frandi turned to ask in Onelian.
The musician's eyes were shining, and he nodded and started chatting with him.
Qin Jue watched from the sidelines as the two people communicated without any obstacles. He squinted his eyes and lowered his head to ponder the accordion.
She recalled and imitated the movements of the musicians when they played, and quickly found the doorway, rudely interrupting the conversation between the two people with discordant music, and condemned them with a dark look.
The musicians giggled, and Frandy scoffed unceremoniously, along with his guitar.
Qin Jue pretended to kick him: "I've never heard that you have such a good talent for languages before."
"Yeah, how fucking free do I have to be to tell you that my mother is from Onelia, and has Chilan blood in her ancestors. She was a noble eight hundred years ago." Frandy retorted.
Qin Jue frowned: "Look at this fancy blond boy!"
Then he said: "Hey, you are obviously a gangster from country A."
"You have to ask why my mother married my bastard father from country A in the first place." Frandy snorted.
They were "quarreling" and playing instruments at the same time. The musician didn't understand, but he joined in with music with a smile.
After a while, Qin Jue finally understood Frandy's chaotic and dramatic family relationship. It turns out that his full name is Fran di Liya von Clemens Jenova. "Di" and "Von" are both symbols of affiliation and emphasis on the family. The translation is about "Chi Lan" Ms. Leah, whose ancestors came from the ancient territory of Clemens, is Fran, the son who was born in the city of Jenova in the country of Onelia."
"..." It's really complicated. Qin Jue's facial muscles twitched.
Logically speaking, Frandy should take his father's surname from Country A and be named Fran Coches. He indeed lived with this name for more than ten years, and then took the initiative to change it to his current long name when his mother passed away.
After his father also died, Frandy, who inherited the family business, decided to change "Coches" to "Von". Anyone who questioned was solved with thunderous means. Over time, people spontaneously labeled the act of changing their surname as "This is "The leader is expressing his determination to transform" and other meanings, only Frandi himself knew that this was just his own willfulness.
Qin Jue continued to talk. Frandi knew her intention, but he was not prepared and answered in his usual singing tone.
Piecing together the clues piece by piece, Qin Jue learned that the so-called "D Family" was Demetrius, a gangster group in Asia A. When Frandi led the Feng family to gradually transform from a black man to a business empire. He was still engaged in pornography, gambling and drugs in the underground. The reason for the quarrel with Rasul was the conflict over the energy business. Frandy's Magic Bar suffered an unreasonable disaster purely because of its proximity.
Dragons have reverse scales, and Frandy, who was touched to the bottom line, really got angry this time and wanted to bring down the two families one by one.
Continent A has a vast area and complicated forces, so he returned to Onelia first. His mother's reputation as the "Queen of the Mafia" is still there, and Frandy's return here is just like returning to his hometown. If he is determined, he can gather a group of huge forces again and clear out the Rasul family, an outsider who has taken advantage of the chaos. turf.
Qin Jing’s evaluation of this is——
"You're mentally retarded," she sighed.
Frandy is the most successful underworld leader in the transformation of Blue Star. He has made a lot of money through the smart car resale cooperation with Qinyi Technology, and is as rich as a small country. However, the two groups of Rasul and Demetrius are weak in power and have little money and money. They also do dirty work that cannot be seen in the light. Frandi specially allocates his strength to deal with them, just like a lion biting into a mud pit. Like a dead wild boar, I am angry, but I am so tormented that I am smelly, which is okay but not necessary.
What's more, in order to avenge a friend who played music with him, he finally killed his head and completely transformed into a leader who was strong on the outside and depressed on the inside. He could never regain the happiness he had originally intended... Is this really worth it?
Frandy responded with a string of angry piano sounds.
Qin Jue first played the accordion "ha, ha, ha" three times, and then fumbled to play a sad melody, which was an impromptu lyrical version of a rock song.
Frandy glared at her and quickly looked away, staring at the water, mourning the dead in his hands.
The musicians sit quietly on the boat, and the sound of the piano changes as their styles change. Sentiment and melancholy filled the air, and then gradually, driven by the sound of Frandy's guitar, he burst into intense anger. Qin Jue tried to resist, the guitar roared hysterically, and the thinnest string screamed in grief.
The ensemble was no longer harmonious, like someone was tearing cloth, it was harsh and unpleasant to listen to. Just when this piece of illusory cloth was about to completely split, the sound of piano sound like a stream of water spread quickly but gently over a large area, just like drizzle extinguishing a fire, leaving only the moist and burnt aroma of firewood in the air.
Frandy was stunned.
He looked at the musician, who didn't look back or notice his gaze. She played the 61-key electronic keyboard with concentration, her fingers dancing on the keys, her eyes sometimes closed and sometimes opened, and her face was filled with misty tenderness like the city of Venazzola.
Qin Jue's accordion music also joined in after a brief pause. The music was gentle and melodious, and the night wind blew over Frandy's remaining ferocious face.
His guitar made a slicing sound and was silent for several minutes.
Qin Jue started playing jazz.
The music became lazy and frivolous, and everything from the beat to the notes was full of randomness. Frandy struck a few notes from time to time, as if he was absent-minded or drifting with the flow. But slowly, he hummed some melody.
Qin Jue imitated the drum beats with less than superb ventriloquism, Flandi spat out words sporadically, and the musicians opened their mouths to harmonize.
For a long time, there was only music and singing on the boat.
Then Qin Jue returned the accordion and exchanged places with the smiling musician. The piano music started again, Frandi was singing, screaming, and roaring. Venazzola's canal caught his falling emotions, and his sadness and anger were wrapped in soft clear waves.
The church bells rang in the distance, only once, symbolizing half an hour.
Qin Jue adjusted his sleeves and pressed the signal through the cloth.
Five minutes later, a buzzing vibrating sound sounded. She switched to playing with one hand, took out her mobile phone with her other hand, held it between her face and shoulder, pretended to listen to a few words, and answered softly.
The musician met Qin Jue's apologetic gaze and considerately turned the passage into a transition before the ending. Soon after, the song ended, and Frandy looked at the river in a daze.
"Hey, it's almost eleven forty-five." Qin Jue stretched out her hand in front of his eyes and snapped her fingers.
Frandy woke up from a dream, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and exhaled.
He immediately raised his head.
Qin Jue: "..."
Musician:"……"
Frandy: "?..."
Frandy: "."
He put half of the fake beard that was dangling back and forth while the other half still stuck to his face and pressed it back intact, forcing nothing to happen.
"It seems that the quality of your glue is not very good." Qin Jue teased.
"Shut up!" Frandy shouted angrily.
The musician chuckled, and Frandi glared at Qin Jue and chatted a few words with the musician in Onelian.
He received the warm smile of the brown-haired girl, and the sound of the accordion began to flow again. Qin Jue backed away from the "Gondola" while waving with a smile until the long and narrow boat was blocked by a building.
Turning around, Frandy was carrying the guitar like a gun.
"How do you feel?" Qin Jue said leisurely.
Frandy kept his mouth shut.
Qin Jue took out the stack of cards and turned them over one by one: "Watch, ring, necklace, pocket watch, belt, T-shirt, jacket, jeans, windbreaker, long skirt... Well, I hope it won't cause me too much extra." workload. As for these—"
She imitated Frandy's behavior at the dinner party and slapped the three cards at the bottom back into his hand.
"Second-hand musical instruments, music score manuscripts, and out-of-print vinyl records, let's assume that they add up to a total of 21 grams."
Qin Jue laughed briefly and patted Frandi's left breast pocket with the back of his hand. "With this weight, it's better to stuff it back here. What do you think?"
Frandy lowered his head, and his furry beard blocked part of his field of vision, but this did not affect his feeling that his chest was still vibrating with excitement and satisfaction.
"Hey, what's that girl's name?" Qin Jue suddenly asked.
"Lola." Frandy replied without thinking.
He met Qin Jue's interested gaze, "Stop your talk show host look!" he shouted angrily.
"Ah, okay, okay." Qin Jue responded perfunctorily, then smiled and waved his hand.
"Go back to your sleep, little madman. The bloodshot eyes in your eyes are no better than the strings of a piano."
"Wait!" Frandy yelled.
Qin Jue, who had already taken two steps, turned around and there was another "pop" sound. It was Frandy who took out an improved pistol that was light and thin and had the same appearance as a mobile phone from the wrinkled plaid shirt. It captured Qin Jue's palm.
"Give it to you!"
Frandy walked away menacingly, carrying his guitar and holding three brand concept cards in his left breast pocket.
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(End of chapter)
