If the heroine of any novel can stay in my heart for a long time, it's probably only joanma. Although I have met many beautiful and lovely women, who are attracted by their beautiful appearance and unique personality for a while, they are inevitably forgotten later, and only Joan Ma, like a childhood sweetheart, can't be erased from memory even how the years change.

I don't know if every teenager ever wanted to have a jonma lover, and every girl ever wanted to have a gadfly lover. At least in my youth, joanma was my love.

Let's talk about the origin. The first time I knew about gadfly was when I read the story of Paul kochkin. I read Paul in primary school, and read Gadfly in junior high school. I still remember that it was a book with a red cover found in a small bookstore. The quality of the paper was not bad. There were also several pages of poor color illustrations. The printed font was in regular script, which was a little awkward.

When I read this book, I was in fact confused. However, when I was young, the hero's dream was easily moved by this kind of story. As a fighter, I am deeply attracted by Gadfly's unrestrained and unyielding quality. However, his entanglement with jonma's love makes me sigh.

Arthur and Joan are childhood friends. When they meet again, they have become young people with revolutionary ideals. However, their spiritual proximity does not match them. When Arthur kisses Joan, he gets a loud slap in the face. Arthur collapsed. In the sudden destruction of love, the Revolution seemed to be no longer important, so that he confessed to the new priest and inadvertently betrayed his partner. Desperate and remorseful Arthur chose to leave Italy, his Padre and his beloved Jim.

There is no doubt that joanma loves Arthur, but when she shows her love to him, she refuses. Why is that? Or she mistakenly thought that she and Arthur were just pure friendship, or she was also fond of the revolutionary youth Bora at that time, or she chose the revolutionary cause and rejected the sudden love. However, jonma eventually married Paula, became Paula's wife, and became Paula's widow. I think that for the slap she gave Arthur at that time, joanma has always been regretful and guilty, but she may not regret marrying Paula, even though Arthur is still alive.

Arthur died in the sea of the old days, and came back from the rebirth of the Gadfly. However, even if he changed his face, changed his name and changed his family name, even if he was scarred and callous, the love in Gadfly's heart never wavered. When he saw joanma again, his heart must be intertwined with love and hate, but those tiny hatreds were insignificant before the strong love. Gadfly learned to restrain, he continued to hide his identity, but also to suppress their emotions, even at the expense of jonma sneer. He was afraid that he would be rejected again and that he would make joanma sad again.

Joan may have seen through the gadfly, but she was not sure. Joanma has always been good at depressing her feelings. It will make her happy and painful to meet her again. It can be said that joanma's love for gadflies is not only the love of men and women, but also the love of mothers. Two people who love each other meet again, but they have to pretend to be strangers. Gadfly used to be warm, but life taught him to be deep, and Joan was always deep, buried this love in her heart.

Gadfly is doomed to be a tragic hero. Heroes must die. Only death can make them great. Once a living hero becomes a great man, it will become mediocre. Maybe gadfly knew that he would die at any time, so he didn't want to face joanma again, and her remorse and loyalty to the revolution also made her choose silence.

The letter that gadfly wrote to joanma in prison made me cry every time.

I'll be shot at sunrise tomorrow. I promised to tell you everything, so if I want to keep my promise, I must do it now. But then again, there is not much need to explain between you and me. We always understand each other and don't use much language, even when we were children.

So, you see, my dear, you don't have to break your heart for a slap. Of course, it was a heavy fight, but I also suffered a lot of other blows. I survived - and even fought back several times - and I'm still here, just like the mackerel in the children's book we read (I forgot the title), "live and jump, Ho!" Although this is my last jump. And tomorrow morning, "finalta Commedia!" The juggling is over

We will thank the gods, at least they have given us so much compassion. It's not too much, but it's a little bit. Thanks for this and all the other favors!

As for tomorrow morning, I want you and Maldini to understand clearly that I am very happy and content, and I can no longer expect fate to make better arrangements. Tell Maldini I'll send him a message. He's a good man, a good comrade. He will understand. You see, honey, I know that those people who can't help themselves have done a good job for us