Chapter 993 Bombs and Accordions

"Hello? What are you doing!"

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

"I'll give you an hour, put on a wig and a beard, or put on some lipstick and put on insoles to increase height - no matter what you do, just change your face and bring a guitar to me." Qin Jue said gruffly.

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

She stood there waiting, Frandy came a little slower than she expected, but it didn't matter, as long as he came.

"...Sexy blond man, third-rate aesthetics." When the little lunatic approached, Qin Jue spit out 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 wooden guitar. With the thing with strings in his hand, his mental state visibly improved.

As the crystal light flashed, Qin Jue noticed the glass shards that fell from the guitar, and his eyes twitched:

"You didn't smash the window of the music store, did you?"

"I threw a card in it!" Frandy said confidently.

"You... forget it."

Qin Jue couldn't tell whether she was relieved or tired. She found a direction and walked forward. Frandy followed her intermittently - his stolen guitar had no strap, so he could only hold it and tune it on his thigh while hopping on one foot.

"Too factory, tasteless, soulless!"

Frandy, with the guitar in his arms, didn't ask Qin Jue where he was going, but just kept complaining about the timbre of the instrument.

Qin Jue could tell that he was still very happy. Compared to not long ago.

They walked and walked for a long time until Frandy had to change his leg to continue hopping, and Qin Jue stopped.

"?" Frandy looked at her, but narrowed his eyes before she answered.

The sound of an accordion came faintly from not far away.

"Let's go."

Qin Jue smiled.

Frandy stopped jumping and followed Qin Jue with a guitar in his arms. His expression was full of jumping, crazy and obedient, like a lion with hair that was blown up and gradually smoothed by the wind.

A few minutes later, the "gondola" with a black hull and bright red seats appeared in their field of vision. The musician wore the familiar straw hat and played the familiar accordion. This time there were no street lights around. It turned out that she had a pair of light green eyes.

Seeing Qin Jue coming, the accordion played a series of light notes.

Frandy's expression became intoxicated. Without Qin Jue saying much, he jumped onto the boat with her, the guitar strings trembling between his fingers, and sporadic melodies drifted out.

Qin Jue sat next to them and listened to their "conversation" for a few sentences.

The musician seemed to welcome the new friend Qin Jue brought. She stopped playing, took off her accordion and handed it to Qin Jue. She bent down and touched it, and took out the portable electronic keyboard from under the seat and put it on her knees.

"Uh..."

Qin Jue put the accordion on his back, "I don't know how to do this."

Frandi laughed loudly with a guitar solo, and Qin Jue gave her a speechless middle finger.

The musician seemed to not understand English. She gestured to Qin Jue twice, showing her how to play the accordion, and uttered a few beautiful but obscure words.

Now it was Qin Jue's turn to not 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 chatted with him.

Qin Jue watched the two people communicate without obstacles, and his eyes were empty, and he lowered his head to study the accordion.

She recalled and imitated the musician's movements when playing, and soon found the trick. She interrupted the conversation of the two people with discordant music, and condemned them with a faint look.

The musician chuckled, and Frandy sneered at him and 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 idle would I be to tell you that my mother is from Onelia, and her ancestors also have Chilan blood. She was a noble eight hundred years ago." Frandy retorted.

Qin Jue frowned: "Look at this fancy blond boy!"

He said again: "Hey, you are obviously a gangster from Country A."

"That's why I have to ask my mother why she married my bastard father from Country A." Frandy snorted.

They were playing instruments while "arguing". The musician didn't understand, but joined in with music with a smile.

Playing and chatting, Qin Jue finally understood Frandy's chaotic and dramatic family relationship. It turns out that his full name is Fran Di Lia von Clemens Jenova. Both "Di" and "Feng" are symbols of subordination and family. The translation is roughly "Fran, the son of Ms. Lia, whose ancestors came from the ancient Clemens territory of Chilan Country, born in the city of Jenova, Onelia Country".

"..." It's really complicated. Qin Jue's facial muscles twitched.

Logically, Fran Di should take the surname of his father in Country A, and be called Fran Coches. He did live with this name for more than ten years, and then took the initiative to change it to the current long name when his mother died.

After his father died, Fran Di, who inherited the family business, decided to change "Coches" to "Feng". Those who questioned were solved by thundering means. Over time, people spontaneously gave the act of changing the surname a meaning such as "this is the leader's determination to transform". Only Fran Di himself knew that this was just his own willful behavior.

Qin Jue continued to ask questions. Frandy knew her intentions, but she was not prepared. She answered in her usual singing voice.

Piecing together the clues piece by piece, Qin Jue learned that the so-called "D Family" was the Demetrius gang in Continent A. When Frandy led the Feng family to gradually transform from black to white and into a business empire, Demetrius's people were still doing pornography, gambling and drugs underground. The reason for their fight with Rasul was a conflict in the energy business. Frandy's magic bar suffered an unexpected disaster purely because it was close to him.

The dragon has reverse scales. Frandy, whose bottom line was touched, got really angry this time and wanted to wipe out the two families one by one.

Continent A is vast and the forces are complex, so he went back to Onelia first. His mother's reputation as the "Queen of the Mafia" is still there. Frandy's return here is like returning to his hometown. If he is willing, he can completely gather a large group of forces again and clear the Rasul family, an outsider who rose up in the chaos, out of this territory.

Qin Jue's comment on this is——

"Retarded." She sighed.

Frandi is the most successful gangster in the entire Blue Star. With the smart car resale cooperation with Qinyi Technology, he has made a lot of money and is rich enough to rival a small country. The two groups of Rasul and Demetrius are not only weak and have little money, but also do dirty work that cannot be seen in the light. Frandi's special efforts to deal with them are like a lion biting a wild boar to death in a muddy manure pit. He is angry, but he is also stinking. It is okay but unnecessary.

What's more, in order to avenge his friends who play music together, he eventually killed himself and completely transformed into a leader who is strong on the outside but desolate on the inside. He can never find the happiness of his original intention again... Is this really the result he and the dead want to see?

Frandi 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, an improvised lyrical version of a rock song.

Frandy stared at her, then quickly looked away, staring at the water, mourning the dead with his hands.

The musician sat quietly on the boat, and the sound of the piano changed with the change of their styles. Melancholy and sorrow spread, and then gradually driven by Frandy's guitar sound, bursting into strong anger. Qin Jue tried to fight back, the guitar screamed hysterically, and the thinnest string was about to break.

The ensemble was no longer harmonious, like someone tearing cloth, raw and unpleasant. Just when this illusory cloth was about to be completely torn apart, the piano sound like a stream of water spread rapidly but gently over a large area, like a drizzle to extinguish a fire, leaving only the damp and burnt smell of firewood in the air.

Frandy was stunned.

He looked at the musician, who did not look back, nor did he notice his sight. She played the 61-key electronic keyboard attentively, her fingers dancing on the keys, her eyes sometimes closed, sometimes opened, her face filled with misty tenderness like the city of Venazola.

Qin Jue's accordion sounded after a brief pause, and the music was gentle and melodious, blowing across Frandy's remaining hideous face with the night breeze.

His guitar made a "click" sound of string cutting, and there was no sound for several minutes afterwards.

Qin Jue began to play jazz.

The music became lazy and frivolous, full of randomness from the beat to the notes. Frandy plucked a few notes from time to time, as if he was absent-minded and drifting with the flow. But slowly, he hummed some melodies.

Qin Jue imitated the drum beats with his not-so-sophisticated ventriloquism, Frandy sporadically uttered words, and the musicians began to harmonize.

For a long time, there was only music and singing on the Jianzhou.

Then Qin Jue returned the accordion and exchanged places with the smiling musician. The piano sounded again, Frandy was singing, screaming, and roaring. The canal of Venazola caught his falling emotions, and sadness and anger were wrapped in soft waves.

The church bells came from afar, only one ring, symbolizing half a point.

Qin Jue adjusted his sleeves and pressed the signal through the fabric.

Five minutes later, a buzzing vibration sound rang. She switched to playing with one hand, and took out her mobile phone with the other hand, clamped it between her face and shoulder, pretended to listen to a few words, and responded softly.

The musician met Qin Jue's apologetic eyes and considerately turned the music section into a transition before the end. Not long after, the song ended, and Frandy stared at the river in a daze.

"Hey, it's almost eleven forty-five." Qin Jue stretched his hand in front of him and snapped his fingers.

Frandy woke up as if from a dream, rubbed his face hard with both hands, and exhaled.

Then he raised his head.

Qin Jue: "..."

Musician: "..."

Frandi: "?..."

Frandi: "."

He pressed back the fake beard that was half dangling and swaying, and the other half still stuck to his face, forcing nothing to happen.

"It seems that the quality of your glue is not very good." Qin Jue teased.

"Shut up!" Frandi shouted angrily.

The musician chuckled, Frandi glared at Qin Jue, and talked to the musician in Oneilian.

He received the warm smile of the brown-haired girl, and the sound of the accordion floated again. Qin Jue smiled and waved while backing away from the "Gondola" until the narrow boat was blocked by the building.

Turning his head, Frandi carried the guitar like a gun.

"How does it feel?" Qin Jue said leisurely.

Frandi shut up.

Qin Jue pulled out the stack of cards and turned them over one by one: "Watches, rings, necklaces, pocket watches, belts, T-shirts, jackets, jeans, windbreakers, long skirts... Well, I hope it won't cause me too much extra work burden. 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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