Chapter 4 Chapter Four Autumn Wind

A letter came from Grandpa Seiji Agata. how have you been?Since your trip to Italy, I often feel very tired and become very forgetful.Writing letters like this is also a means of not getting dementia. Recently, I've been too lazy to travel, and I haven't made any progress in painting, so I'm quite lazy at work.But the communication with the painting circle is deeper, and I have to serve as the director of the painting association, which does not matter what I do. This is also based on the rotation of seniority, and there is no way to refuse, but it is more and more boring to participate in the meeting.

In a country where politics and the world of painting are alike, opinions are difficult to integrate.Let’s take the budget as an example. This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work. It’s endlessly exhausting every day. Because of Juane's illness in bed these days, it's rare for me to go out, thinking blankly about my last big adventure while you're still in Italy.I wanted to take a good look at Renaissance paintings that I had been interested in before.I visited several Italian art museums when I was young, and as I grow older, my views may be significantly different.Although the itinerary has not been arranged yet, the art fair is planning to hold an exchange meeting with similar groups in Europe. If my physical strength permits, I would like to stop by your side.

It would be great if your father could go with him, but with his character, he would probably end up saying that I have no money and no heart, so you can go by yourself. I am afraid I should go alone.When I was young, I traveled around the world. Although I will be seventy-five next year, the itinerary in Italy is nothing.Just trying to burn the street scene of Florence onto the canvas. Did your restoration go well?The last letter said you were working on restoring a fifteenth-century fresco, really nice!This is an excellent job of passing on the past to the future.You can choose to work with faith, which makes me prouder than my rich son.I bless you at the edge of Asia, take it easy and specialize in this.

As the seasons get colder, a young body is the greatest asset, so please cherish it. in a hurry September 15th Seiji Agata I took out the letter that I had read many times from the drawer, and showed it to Yashi who was lying on the bed.After watching it, Yashi smiled and said: I can probably imagine what your grandpa looked like.Then we make love again. Autumn breath seeps in through the open windows with the evening breeze.Every time I breathe, I feel sad deep inside. Yashi's sleeping face is endearing.Yashi, who hadn't felt enough having intense sex several times, acted coquettishly, and finally fell into a deep sleep exhausted.Long black hair fell down her face, half covering her face.When I quietly reached out to brush her hair and kiss her face, she opened her eyes.

woke up? Had a dream. What dream? I don't know your dream of running there. Not a good dream? After a moment of silence, Yashi said he didn't care about him, opened his eyes wide and wrapped his arms around my neck forcefully. She clung to me.Sleepy-eyed Yashi kisses my face like a dog.My cheeks are wet, and I turn my face away.So Yashi straddled me and pushed my shoulders with both hands.Her waist sank on my penis and slowly rubbed.The flesh of her soft butt stimulated me. If you want to do it, you have to use contraception! Yashi ignored my words and continued to twist her waist.I felt that part of her was ready to accept me.The cock jerked quietly, angled, about to be sucked in there.

No, I can't do it without contraception! I made it clear that I knew Yashi was still in the extension of the dream. There will be children! I was startled by my own voice.At that time, a gloomy cry came from the depths of my memory.That's not my voice.It was Aoi's voice.Aoi's voice heard several times in the dream.Aoi crying bitterly. The moment the head of the penis was about to disappear into the hole, I quickly retracted my waist and twisted my body away from Yashi.I couldn't control the strength, and Yashi was pushed to the end of the bed by the reaction force. It's okay that you don't have to worry.Yashi said while sitting up.

Why? I've vented so many times just now, it's already empty. What nonsense! Yashi shrank back in astonishment.She has never seen me so angry.I haven't cursed so loudly myself for a long time. My heart is beating so fast that I can't calm down for a long time.The eardrum swells and you feel pressure.The feeling of blood rushing violently came from the inside of the skull.It felt like a drum was beating in my head. Aoi's crying face did not disappear for a long time.That face overlapped with Yashi, and I was even more sad.An unbearable memory. Aoi and I also love each other all the time, and there are errors in the repeated physical separation and reunion, resulting in instant slack.We broke up because of that, but that's what really connected us.Although we can't be lovers again, we once shared a life-long destiny.Contrary to the separate us

What's the matter? Ya really peeped at my danger.I hug her gently.Bud really does not move in my arms.I don't want to be sentimental.I must fly away from the distant past as soon as possible. I flip around in my arms, and it's my turn to be on top, kissing her beautifully shaped pink lips.Lips shriveled like flower buds.I stubbornly kissed the bud as if to encourage myself. Well, don't force it!Yashi said quickly after closing her lips tightly. There is no reluctance! I said, slowly covering her body.Yashi's hand reached out and cupped my cheek.It was her turn to kiss mine.After our long kiss.suck, separate, suck, separate

After making love again, Yashi stood naked by the window.The back view looking up at the night sky is so beautiful.She's not shy and doesn't want to hide anything. So, we started having sex in the light.Aoi courts absolutely only in the dark.Yashi is not proud of her graceful figure mixed with Italian blood.Not only did she expose her body, but she also completely exposed her heart. I was thinking, do I want to see my dad? I stood up and stared at Yashi.Facing the light in the room, the surface of her pupils shone brightly. Going to Milan? yes. You have finally made up your mind.

Yes, because I feel that there must be some action to break the stalemate. I don't think so?With a sound.Yashi has her back to me, will you accompany me to Milan? I got out of bed and walked to Yashi's side, peeking at her side.Lights flickered in the dark pupils.The comfortable autumn wind gently caressed his cheeks like thorns. Can!I whispered. Sorry, I'm not confident on my own. No problem, I'll go with you.I'll say it again, holding Yashi, since I'm still alive, it's better to meet up.It's like my mother is dead, even if I want to see it, I can't see it.Moreover, after meeting, maybe they will understand.Now that you have come here, if you go back without seeing him, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Yashi's body began to chill.Her heart pounded to my chest. Do you remember what your mother looked like? Yashi's voice tickled my ears.I shake my head. She died shortly after giving birth to me.I've only seen pictures, it doesn't look like me.I'm like dad, that's fine too.I also don't picture my mother every time I see my own face. Yashi took my hand and walked back to the bed.The two got into the quilt, she hugged me from behind, and they fell asleep with their backs to their stomachs. Woke up the next morning to a call from the studio.It seems that the old restorer of the general manager called to inform me that Kosha's painting, which had been restored for a month, was torn apart.I hurriedly got dressed, leaving behind Yashi who was drowsy, and hurried out of the apartment. As soon as I arrived at the studio, I saw trainees surrounded by paintings.I pushed them away and squeezed inside.The painting was cut with a big X mark by the blade.I was speechless in shock.The painting is only a few days away from being finished.For a moment I couldn't understand what was going on. The historical masterpieces were damaged, the studio could not shirk its responsibility, and the teacher's credit was also damaged at the same time. Takanashi finally came.When I bowed my head in silence, he exaggeratedly said after listening to the trainee's narration: How could this happen!The more I watched him frowning and concerned, the more suspicious I became. Who is it that Takanashi deliberately amplifies the volume. It was like this in the morning.Said the first restorer to find it. The others? Haven't checked carefully yet, but it looks like neither nor the painting was stolen.The Belleglini in the hands of the teacher is intact what's up?It seems that it is only for this painting!Takanashi said to me. I swallowed, trying to calm myself down. Probably the work of the guy who hates me!I didn't look at Takanashi, I just stared at the painting and whispered. Hate you for doing this kind of thing?Either the prisoner's head is too weird, or the prisoner hates you quite a lot. I really want to tear up loudly: Didn't you do it?But he only turned his voice into a heavy sigh and spit it out of his body. At this time, Angelo came.I haven't had a good conversation with Angelo since that day.It's not that I hide from him, but that he hides from me.Angelo looked at the broken painting in surprise and avoided my sight at the same time.That faltering look made me suspicious again.Perhaps Takanashi and Angelo did it together.Doubts cannot be suppressed together. After the teacher came, he called me to the studio in the attic.The teacher said: What do you think?This could be interpreted as who do you think did it? , I refrained from saying the names of Takanashi and Angelo. It's too bad, if it's a thief, you can still explain it to the association.Although I don't want to believe it, I think it was done by my own people, and the credit of this studio may be ruined.Alas, we can't hide it anymore. In fact, this is tantamount to splitting Kesha. I sympathize with the teacher's confusion.She was rarely so restless. What will happen next?I asked. I don't know, maybe it's hard to pick!First of all, you must notify the police, and you must report the crime.This cannot be concealed.The prisoner may have come for this. The police began to investigate in the afternoon, interrogating the first discoverer and the last person left yesterday.Of course, the police questioned me first.Do you know who hates the studio the most, and can you guess who is most likely to do this. The owner of the painting and people from the Restoration Association came to visit one after another to discuss the future with the teacher.Because Florence has not had a case like an incident for a long time, it is impossible for newspapers and TV to let it go.News reporters and people from the TV station also came to ask questions. The next day's newspaper featured Francesca.Kosha’s tragedy was the topic, and the incident was widely reported, and a photo of the teacher was also published. There are even imaginative reporters who claim that the murderer is one of our own.Although the names of me, Takanashi, and Angelo were not listed, they still wrote in detail the interpersonal relationship in the studio that the reporter investigated deeply, so that people can immediately understand who they are referring to when they see their own words. Another report also published the teacher's past male relationships. As a result, Kosha's paintings are no longer restored by me.After the police completed the identification, the restoration work was transferred to other studios.The reputation established by the teacher in the past has been damaged as much as the painting.The teacher was unusually depressed and silent. Precisely because she is someone who doesn't suspect others, she can't hide her confusion about the crimes committed by her own people brought up by the newspapers from time to time, and continues to spend her days exhausted physically and mentally.But she is still strong not to show the slightest timidity in front of the students. The teacher does not give in to the noise outside, and puts himself into work every day.Those who were familiar with her character were deeply afraid that this incident would diminish her brilliance, and rushed to help her mediate work, so the studio did not suffer too much financially.Thanks to Italians for their peer awareness. A few days later, when I was about to leave work, Angelo came and stood in front of me timidly, muttering: You suspect it is me!Without looking him in the eye, I put the tools away in the bag. Because Kosha’s repair work was interrupted, I was temporarily freed from work, helping to guide the trainees every day, and sometimes I was summoned by the police, but I didn’t work overtime automatically like before, and usually packed up and went home early when the time came. You think I'm a criminal!That's the way your eyes look.After that incident, you don't look at me even more, you think I did it to retaliate against you. I stand up slowly. revenge for what?ignore you? Angelo faltered and looked down in a panic.I walked past Angelo.Because I had an appointment with Yashi to have dinner, I was a little anxious.Not only that, but I wish I could get rid of Angelo's melancholy face as soon as possible. I know he's coming after him.I was in a hurry to get out, and when I opened the door with all my strength, I ran into Takanashi who was coming back from dinner. Takanashi looked at me and Angelo in turn, and suddenly smiled wryly. Are you going back? Takanashi's voice was thorny. No job, no way. Repressed anger shook deep inside me.When I came back to my senses, I started to beat someone up.Takanashi didn't dodge my fist, got a punch on the tip of her nose and backed away, falling into the pile of Polylon boxes. You are happy! I yelled Japanese and jumped at Takanashi.Angelo pulled me behind my back, and my anger was out of control.It felt as if the fist that had been hammered released all the patience that had been suppressed for a long time. Shards of Polyron flew through the air.The trainees inside all ran over.I let out a roar that I couldn't suppress. The teacher came down from the attic after hearing the commotion, and stared at me and Takanashi who were pushed away by the trainees.The silent rebuke made me sad.The teacher didn't scold, but looked down on us quietly with pity and sad eyes. The calmer I was, the more ashamed I felt of my behavior. Why so stupid? The teacher only said a word, then turned around and went back to his studio.That back view is the weakest one I have ever seen her figure. In late autumn, I asked my teacher for a long vacation, and accompanied Yashi to Milan to find her father.With Yashi, I also had to change my mood. Ying Zhu helped us pack our luggage.Traveling for a week or so, the luggage is only one suitcase.This was her first domestic trip to Italy. On the surface, she was so excited that she forgot to find her father, or she might have made such a mood on purpose.There was a constant smile on Yashi's face.There are so many places I want to go!San Pioneer Park, as well as the Victor Emmanuel Mall, also visit the Sforzesco Castle and the Santa Maria Grazie Monastery. Yashi's cheerfulness is my only light.Her innocent nature always makes me feel saved.Yingzhu also smiled along with her. Santa Maria Thanksgiving Convent?I looked at the tourist brochure and said. Da Vinci's Last Supper was indeed there.Yingzhu said. Yashi asked: What, what? yes!The Last Supper is also now undergoing historic restoration work.I want to see that situation. Like a mantra, I murmured about the Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie.