Rosie couldn't understand what the other party was planning. He instinctively felt that this behavior seemed too weird, so he quickly withdrew his hand: "Simmons..."

"Parisa is fine." The blond young man glanced at him with a smile, let go of his hand, and brushed the palm of his finger vaguely.Rosie noticed that the other party's fingers were slender and clean, only the index finger had a rough callus, and the tiger's mouth and hypothenar had similar bruises.

That's the mark of years of gun ownership, and Rosie herself has thicker gun calluses, which is normal for an army commander.But Parisa is completely opposite to him. The aristocrat in Rosie's memory loved extravagance, and he liked some gorgeous decorations with no real effect.Complaints from other adjudicators.

Parisa hates war. What he is keen to do is to hold concerts in East 4, build many underground gardens and squares, and sit by the rustling fountain and play the violin.Rosie has heard a lot about his bizarre legends. It is said that in the garden outside Parisa's residence, the plants near the piano room will bloom gorgeous flowers that the world has never seen.

Long-term contact with the violin will leave calluses on the four fingers of the left hand, and some people will have piano kisses printed on their necks; but after ten years, all the calluses on Parisa's fingertips have disappeared, and there is no trace left.

Rosie followed the other party to the depths of the camp. When passing by row after row of tents, he couldn't help but look up at the side of Parisa's neck. This is the observation detail learned from Deng Huailing. He urgently needs to understand that he is not inIn the ten years since then, what kind of changes have taken place in the second district.

"Are you looking at this?" The other party stopped suddenly, turned his head, and his eyes collided with him suddenly.Before Rosie could react, Parisa took his fingers and guided him to touch the faint piano kiss on his neck, stroking it down little by little.

"I haven't touched the piano since you left," Parisa murmured.

Rosie frowned subtly and said nothing.The other party's contact with him was not considered offensive or presumptuous. In theory, he shared a round table with the eleven adjudicators, and their status was equal. However, Rosie felt that she was not familiar with Parisa, so she did not reach such an intimate level.

He didn't understand why the man had a special attitude towards him, as if there was some inexplicable emotion mixed in.Rosie thought hard, the closest moment between the two was nothing more than a visit to East 4, and he ran into Parisa practicing in the piano room.

The other party owns an extraordinarily luxurious mansion in the jurisdiction, with warm golden artificial sunlight sprinkled on the transparent glass roof, like a world of glazed glass.There is a wall of gardenias outside the house, and those double-petaled flowers appear light golden under the light, and the rich fragrance floats in the room.

Rosie waited outside the piano room, listening to each other practice through the glass.The bow flew over the strings with dazzling bows, playing a piece of music he had never heard before, Paganini's "Bell".He, like everyone else in this era, knew nothing about classical music, and all the repertoires of the masters were hypnotic white noise to his ears.

Parisa smiled at him and motioned for him to come into the room and sit on the piano bench.Rosie finally fell asleep in the drowsy fragrance of flowers, and lay down between the keys with a "clam", smashing chaotic notes.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was touching his face with his fingers, and the calluses on his fingertips were thick and hard.Parisa interrupted the difficult repertoire practice, stared at Rosie's face, and the moment she put on the bow again, the phrases flowed naturally from the strings, wrapped in the texture of honey and sunlight, and the bright fragrance of gardenia.

Rosie always remembered the string of melodies that kept echoing in his dream, but he didn't think to look it up; after all, he never paid much attention to the other party and the other party's music.Mind to explore someone's inner world.He acquiesced in Parisa's flashy style, which was already the greatest tolerance.

If he had looked it up, he would have been amazed to find that the piece was a marriage proposal given to his wife by a composer two hundred years ago—Elgar, "Love's Greetings."

He didn't understand how the other party looked at him at that time, and he didn't know how remorseful and disappointed Parisa's expression was when the news of his death spread throughout the second district.The beautiful musical instruments made of maple wood were packed into boxes in batches and put into darkrooms. The glass-like mansion was vacant, and the sound of gears colliding began to sound in the spring capital full of music.

The hands holding the piano picked up the gun and never put it down.

"What kind of mutant did you bring back, a six-legged deer?" The killer cut a piece of venison from the fire and put it in his mouth to chew, "It's disgusting."

Rosie gave him a cold glance, and threw another twig into the fire, sparks crackling and popping in front of the killer."Don't eat it if you find it disgusting, and don't stay in the second district. After all, everyone may be irradiated into a monster. It's safer to stay in the main city."

"I just said it casually, who knows if two roots will grow after eating it—" The killer looked up and saw Parisa walking towards here, so he swallowed the remaining words civilly.The elegant young man took off his gloves and handed them over to his attendants. Both he and Rosie were a bit rude because of their gentle demeanor.

Parisa stood by the bonfire, her green eyes looked around calmly, avoiding Rosie deliberately, and asked the killer, "Can I sit next to you?"

The killer nodded of course.There were two dead tree stumps facing each other on the left and right of the fire. Parisa sat down next to the killer, as if facing Rosie face to face.No difference.

The last one who came was Piper. There was still a seat next to Rosie, so she sat down cross-legged unceremoniously, took the venison skewer that Rosie handed her, and took a bite: "I'm starving! Every time I go out to huntThey are all starved to death, and they can't hunt any good things, so it's really a waste of effort."

"Is it possible that your marksmanship is too bad, Piper?" The killer pointed out with a smile, "There are good things in the sky and in the water, it depends on whether the hunter can shoot them down."

"Shut up, as long as the people I brought hit you." Piper poured wine into the glass, while pointing to the soldiers carrying prey not far away, "Do you still need to do it yourself as an adjudicator? Don't youAre they all hunting by themselves?"

Rosie smiled and said, "Yes, I hunted a six-legged deer."

Parisa followed innocently: "A nest of foxes."

"Don't look at me, I haven't gone anywhere." The killer shrugged, "Isn't it good to hide in a tent in a snowy day? I have to go to the wild to suffer."

"Then you're still laughing at me?" Piper glared at him angrily, looking like he wanted to stab the branch down the killer's throat.

The killer hurriedly raised the iron cup and changed the subject: "Everyone is gathered now. In short, this is a hard-won moment. Why don't we celebrate the gathering of the eastern adjudicators of the second district—although two of them areServed as an adjudicator."

He was right. If it had been ten years ago, this meeting would have brought together the high-ranking leaders of the eastern part of District 2. Excluding the barren East 6, the adjudicators of East 1 and East 2 used to be Rosie and the killer.The current leaders of East 3 and East 4 are sitting in front of them.

Rosie was silent for a moment, picked up two glasses and filled them with wine, and poured one of them on the flame, and the flame instantly rose under the night sky.The adjudicator of East 5 is the dead Cheng Wen.

The second district is divided into east and west sides. The adjudicators on the east side support Rosie, while the west side is closer to Victor's faction.In the ten years since Rosie disappeared, no one can suppress Victor's power anymore. The eastern part has been shaken up, and the entire second district has been shrouded in high pressure. Even Piper and Parisa couldn't express their dissatisfaction until Cheng Wen died.Piper fought like crazy.

To return to the position of leader, uniting with the eastern forces is the only way to go.Rosie clinked glasses with the other three, drank the wine in their hands, and looked over the rim of the glass at Parisa opposite.

When everyone else has a clear stand, Parisa's attitude is particularly important. That person not only controls the increasingly powerful Dong 4, but also spreads to Dong 5, which has fallen into chaos due to Cheng Wen's death. If ParisaTurning around and leaving, turning to Victor is bound to break the precarious balance of the second district.

The other party agreed to Piper's invitation to come to the border to attend the meeting, which is a positive sign.So, should we continue to woo, or rather - please Parisa?

Rosie has never done this kind of thing, and it has always been only for others to please him. The best he can do is to restrain his edge and try to be friendly.

He was distracted, his eyes slowly moved to Parisa's face, and suddenly he found that Parisa was also looking at him, those green eyes reflected the firelight, extraordinarily clear and bright, flashing interest in him.

"Piper and I discussed your idea," Parisa said. "She advocated gathering the eastern army to fight Victor, but I agree with you. The civil war would be a devastating blow to the second district. Master the mind first."If you lock this technology, you will have the capital to resolve disputes peacefully, and you will be able to make Victor succumb with very few casualties."

He was no different from the young man who couldn't distinguish the caliber of the bullet ten years ago, and he had a clear mind when talking about the situation.Rosie, however, noticed that Parisa was always talking about "you guys" and didn't put herself in any camp.

"I can help you get the lock of the brain, mobilize all the troops in East 4 and East 5 to support you, get rid of Victor and take the position of leader, if you want, I can also attack the main city of Cesina with you, to act as your vanguard." Parisa said persuasively, "However, everything has a corresponding exchange condition."

"What do you want?" Rosie stared at him warily, her eyes icy, completely oblivious to the idea of being friendly.For some reason, tonight he always thought of Deng Huailing's injured eyes in the clinic, like a homeless puppy, which made him restless with guilt.

Parisa smiled, as if he had given up his dream and spent ten years in East 4 bathed in blood and tears. Every minute and every second made his desire grow wantonly in depression, as if he had laid the groundwork for so long just to let Rosie askSaying this sentence, and he was able to logically say the answer that shocked everyone present——

"I want you."