Yang Qinglan placed "Life is Like a Sea" in the 'Social Fiction' category.
"ocean?"
"Hmm." Li Changzhou's voice softened, just like the October night. "Mingcheng isn't by the sea, Prague isn't by the sea either, but Sicily is. Shall we go?"
He then handed over "Confessions of Humanity".
Yang Qinglan took it and looked for the 'Essays' category.
I couldn't find it until she lowered her voice and said, "Okay, I heard there are many sailboats at the dock there," and then I realized that the 'Collection of Essays' was right in front of me.
Li Changzhou couldn't help but chuckle softly, staring intently at her profile, his eyes seemingly shining.
My Iceberg Beauty Wife
Yang Qinglan gave him a quick, indirect glare, took Ji Xianlin's "Time Never Speaks, Yet Answers All Questions" from his hand, and without even glancing at it, casually placed it into the "Masterpieces" section.
Standing on the bluestone slabs of the riverside road at night, looking in from the outside, the glass window framed the two people arranging the bookshelves like a picture frame.
Although they said they should rest early, the three of them actually finished their morning classes and didn't leave for Sicily until 12 o'clock.
It was Friday. Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia had no classes in the afternoon, but Yang Qinglan was skipping class and hoped the teacher wouldn't call roll.
"Let's go!" Li Qianxia gave the order.
The three disappeared into the honey pot world.
As the French writer Guy de Maupassant said, "If someone only had one day in Sicily and asked, 'Where should I go?' I would answer him without hesitation, 'Taurmina.'"
Taormina, the most famous resort in Sicily.
The three of them arrived in the small town built on a hill by the sea at 6 a.m.
“I have two mornings a day!” Li Qianxia said, her gaze sweeping over the black and white floor tiles in front of her, and then looking towards the Ionian Sea and Mount Etna in the distance.
The more specific location is: April 9th Square.
On the west side of the square, beneath a 12th-century clock tower, Aferona walked alone.
Her red hair was wavy, and she wore a fitted long dress and high heels.
"Lord Black Mist." She bent her gracefully straight spine.
“Okay.” Li Changzhou responded, “Don’t use that title anymore. ‘Master’ is my new identity.”
"Yes." Aferona's tone was flat, and she bowed even deeper.
"Let's find a place to have lunch—breakfast?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan nodded in agreement.
"It's said that Italy is the mother of Western cuisine!" Li Qianxia exclaimed with anticipation.
“Lord Mosquito, I have prepared the most authentic Italian meal for you, ‘Master’, and ‘Little Green’.” At this moment, Aferona straightened up and said with a smile.
She led the way, walking through the empty streets in the early morning, introducing the small town.
In Taormina, houses, hotels, and villas are scattered along the hillside and all the way to the seaside.
The evergreen vegetation, interspersed among the white walls and red tiles, along with the beach, reefs and the sea, resembles a giant bonsai sculpted by human hands.
Although it was morning in Italy, Aferona prepared the food for the three of them as if it were lunch or dinner.
Before eating, you have to say "Buoo!".
"What do you mean?" Even though Aferona was there, Li Changzhou insisted on asking Yang Qinglan, a noble local of Ming City.
"Eat and drink well." Yang Qinglan said as she ate fried seafood.
"So down-to-earth?" Li Changzhou smiled as he picked up the Parma ham from the appetizer.
After finishing their appetizers and first course, Aferona briefed the three on the current state of the Mafia while they enjoyed their main course.
The era of the Mafia is long gone. Before the value game began, there were only three Mafia organizations left in all of Italy that were still somewhat respectable.
Aferona's "Camora" is based in Naples.
Calvino was the leader of the Gloriette, a group based in Venice.
And the "ostra" of Sicily—translated as "our own things," for convenience, or simply "our own things," whose leader was Hart.
The three mafia families originally planned to unite and fight against the church.
"Don't you believe in religion? Isn't it said that 87.8% of Italians are Catholic?" Li Qianxia asked, eating her medium-rare Florentine steak.
Yang Qinglan didn't want that; she preferred seafood.
On the long table, before the four people, there was a wide variety of food: beef, mutton, lean pork, turkey, frog, fried fish, potatoes, vegetables, roasted chicken, pickled vegetables... It was an extremely lavish feast.
Various side dishes are placed between the meat dishes.
“I believe,” Aferona said. “But that doesn’t stop us from collecting protection money, arbitrating criminals on our own, and organizing and overseeing illegal agreements and transactions. If the church were to subdue us, it would put us out of work.”
"The employment situation is very serious right now." Li Qianxia nodded in agreement as she sipped her red wine.
She wasn't listening at all; her mind was entirely on the food on the table.
"Originally planned to join forces? Does that mean something unexpected happened?" Li Changzhou asked.
He has no interest in the affairs of other countries, and whatever the Mafia wants to do is none of his business, unless one day he wins the value game and truly becomes "the master".
“The Church is too powerful,” Aferona continued.
A cardinal went door to door and taught everyone a lesson, even Aferona was no match for him (before Li Changzhou became 'Lord').
They were asked to bring offerings and dedicate their faith to the "Lord" on the 22nd day of the month of the Rosary (October) at the Monreale Cathedral in Sicily.
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