"Hello? What are you doing!"

Frandy, who was not at the celebrity party, sounded much more normal (not normal), he screamed strangely.

"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.

Say.

"Fu*k, what do you want to do?" Before Frandi's unique speaking tone started to fly around, Qin Jue quickly gave his address and hung up the call.

She stood there and waited. Frandy's arrival was 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 a 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 did not have a strap, so he could only hold it on his lap while tuning with one foot.

Bounce and walk.

"It's too factory, tasteless and soulless."

Frandy, who was holding the guitar in his arms, did not ask Qin Jue where he was taking him, but just complained endlessly about the sound of the instrument.

Qin Jue could tell that he was still very happy for the time being. Compared with 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 her 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 saying anything, he jumped into the boat with her, the guitar strings trembling between his fingers, and sporadic melodies drifting out.

Qin Jue sat nearby and listened to their "conversation".

The musician seemed to welcome Qin Jue's new friend. 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.

.

"Uh..."

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, but Qin Jue gave him a speechless middle finger.

The musician didn't seem to understand English. She gestured to Qin Jue twice, showed her how to play the accordion, and uttered 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 around and asked 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 with each other 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. She roughly interrupted the conversation between the two people with discordant music, and condemned them with a dark look.

The musician giggled, and Frandy sneered unceremoniously along with his guitar.

Qin Jue pretended to kick him: "I've never heard that you have such a good language talent 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 confusing and dramatic family relationship. It turned out that his full name was Frandy Di Liya von Clemens Jenova, and “Di” and

"Feng" is a symbol of affiliation, emphasizing the family. The translation is roughly "Chilan Kingdom, Ms. Liya, whose ancestors came from the ancient Clemens territory, was born in the city of Jenova in the Kingdom of Onelia"

Son, Fran".

"..." 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 the current one when his mother died.

Long name.

After his father also died, Frandy, who inherited the family business, decided to change "Cotches" to "Von". Anyone who questioned was solved by 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 knows that this is 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 continent A. When Frandi led the Feng family to gradually transform from black to white and transform into 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.

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Dragons have reverse scales, and Frandy, whose bottom line was touched, really got angry this time and wanted to kill 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" was still there, and Frandy's return here was just like returning to his hometown. If he was determined, he could gather a large group of people again.

power, and clear out the Rasul family, an outsider who took advantage of the chaos, from this territory.

Qin’s absolute evaluation of this is——

"I'm mentally retarded," she sighed.

Frandy is the most successful underworld leader in the entire Blue Star transformation. He has made a lot of money with his smart car resale cooperation with Qinyi Technology, and is as rich as a small country. And Rasul and Demet

The two groups of Lius are weak and oily.

Not to mention, Young Master Shui still did dirty work that could not be seen in the light. Frandi specially allocated his strength to deal with them, just like a lion going into a muddy manure pit to kill a wild boar. He was angry, but he was covered in fishy odor from the torture.

But it’s 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 series 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 stared at her and quickly looked away, staring at the water, mourning the dead in his hands.

The musicians sat quietly on the boat, and the piano sound changed with their styles. Sentiment and sadness permeated the air, and then was gradually driven by Frandy's guitar sound, and a strong sullenness broke out. Qin Jue tried to resist, playing the guitar

Roaring hysterically, the thinnest string screamed in agony.

The ensemble was no longer harmonious, like someone was tearing cloth, it was harsh and unpleasant to listen to. Just when this illusory cloth was about to completely split, the piano sound like a stream of water spread quickly but gently over a large area, like drizzle extinguishing a fire, and the air

Only the moist, burnt aroma of firewood remains inside.

Frandy was stunned.

He looked at the musician, who didn't look back or notice his gaze. She was playing the 61-key electronic keyboard with concentration, her fingers dancing on the keys, her eyes sometimes closed and sometimes opened, her face like

The city of Venazzola is also full of misty tenderness.

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 "crack" sound, and it didn't make any sound 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 played a few notes from time to time, as if he was absent-minded or drifting with the flow. But slowly, he hummed some melodies.

Qin Jue imitated the drum beats with less than exquisite ventriloquism, Flandi spoke sporadic words, 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 musicians. The sound of the piano started again, and Frandi was singing, screaming, and roaring. The canals of Venazzola caught his falling emotions, sadness and anger.

Wrapped by soft clear waves.

The church bells sounded in the distance, with only one ring, symbolizing half a moment.

Qin Jue adjusted his sleeves and pressed the signal through the cloth.
To be continued...