[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

before that--

Trish Una never expected to meet his father.

The opportunity to meet him seemed to be that he knew of his existence and wanted to protect his own safety, so he was escorted to his side.

It actually sounds funny.

15 years.

Why, she thought, after all this time, did he find out now?

If only he didn't know at all.

Her mother had passed away, and the escort she faced alone was no different from kidnapping.

Strange roads, strange means of transportation, strange people.

They didn't tell her any unnecessary information on the way-but at least a little content could be captured from the few words.

Such as BOSS, such as the drug group, and some things she doesn't quite understand.

What kind of person is his father?

Of course, a child who has no father since she was a child has fantasies about one of her parents, but after so many years, she doesn't even remember what she thought about it.

It would be strange to remember.

With her character, she is sick because she has always been obsessed with her father who never saw her.

What does the gang boss look like?

There are many gangsters in Italy, of course Trish has seen them, but...that's different.

That's different.

She looked ahead, but saw nothing.

She curled up on the couch inside the tortoise, her arms tightened around her legs.

But she couldn't tell what was different.

It's like finding a sesame seed in melted cheese...it's hard.

They fight with something marvelous - that thing called a stand-in, something ordinary people can't see.

She vaguely saw the outline, but kept silent.

Until the moment Bugarati fell because of the double of the drug group.

"Hurry up... Hurry up to Venice." Giorno broke out in a cold sweat, "If this continues—"

If this continues, Bugarati will die.

Looking at the unconscious man, she felt a little uncomfortable.

There is only one elevator in the clock tower.

The elevator has only two buttons.

She was silent, arms folded.

It's not that cold, there's no air conditioning in this clock tower, but she just thinks...it's safer.

Obviously there are no enemies anymore, but why do you think so.

Apaki next to him didn't say a word—he was here to complete the task. Even if someone died in such a task, it must be normal.But he wanted to try and make a request to that man.

"...I'll talk to him."

Turn your head away from looking at Apache's sweaty face, Trish whispered.

"Buggarati will definitely survive."

The man froze for a moment, then responded with a complicated expression.

The moment the elevator doors opened, light entered the dark room.

Nothing could be seen, it was as dark as a canvas stained with black paint.

Just like the rumors, he didn't want people to see his face, even the light from the elevator could barely touch his trousers.

—she had seen him.

Know it from the first sight.

Even if he hadn't seen his face yet, at such a close distance, Trixie knew it immediately.

Her blood was boiling and every nerve in her body was screaming.

If this feeling is real, then she must have seen him—

I have seen this father who has no memory of him.

"—You are my father."

She worked up the courage to speak like this.

"What do you think? Trish."

His voice was magnetic and deep.

"The one standing here...is it me?"

For some reason, she felt her eyes a little sore.

The past seemed to be connected, and even the pure white flower in memory became alive.

But he pretended not to know anything.

What kind of man is this?

The selfish gangster who abandoned his mother for the sake of his status and his own strength, the ruthless gangster, or the idiot who squatted down and handed out white wild flowers carefully, not even daring to amplify his voice?

She couldn't understand.

Can--

He knows her.

This is the only possible answer.

He'd always...know her.

"Did you never come to see me and mom? Or just...don't know?"

— she asked him later.

"......Um."

The man lowered his eyelids, and his long pink hair drooped, making it difficult for her to see what was in his eyes.

"I don't know...or, even if I know, I don't have time."

fraud.

Trish thought.

He really can't tell a lie.

Maybe she is good at dealing with others—but maybe because of the induction of blood, she can always easily touch the truth in his words.

--he knows.

He portrayed himself in front of her as a big villain who didn't care about them, and even came to pick her up just to throw the bait to clean up the traitors in his organization-although a large part of it was true-but he was just A big liar.

But everyone understands.

Everyone understands that a person who can't even defend himself can deceive others.

He had too many reasons to find out, but he didn't say anything.

He just said sorry.

...Who cares for such a stupid apology?

She pulled up the quilt, covered herself tightly, and stopped listening to the man's words.

Seeming to be a little helpless, he didn't speak again.

He pulled the corner of the quilt for her, turned off the lamp, walked out of the room lightly, and closed the door behind him.

She opened her eyes and secretly saw through the gap in the quilt that the last sliver of light that penetrated into the room through the door disappeared, and then she got up from the bed, sat on the bed and stared at the door silently.

Outside the door is the noise of those people or non-humans, and the annoyed hiss of that person to make them quieter.

She pulled back the quilt, tapped on the light that was just turned off by the man with her fingers, and her smooth feet fell on the ground, moving gently and slowly, and walked to the bookcase aside for fear of making the slightest sound.

She had been here for a while, and naturally brought her own things.

Standing on tiptoe, she raised her hand and pulled out the book that she had read halfway last time, and deftly turned to a certain page.

In the middle of the page is an unremarkable white bookmark.

Wildflowers dried and sealed, as loose as children's toys——

...not a beautiful bookmark.

She took out the bookmark, held it up, and looked at it with blue eyes.

Through the warm yellow light of the roof, it seems that the dew deposited on the petals many years ago can still be seen.

Soft and bright.

— Trish Una never wanted to see her father a long time ago.

I never thought I could get his love.

He doesn't seem that good at expressing himself.

He's a gangster, cold and brutal, feared and feared.

He never mentioned anything more in front of her.

Can......

Trish put the bookmark back to its original place, closed the book, and lowered his eyes to suppress the tiny starlight in his eyes.

She knows.

She knew things that...he didn't.

He thought he hid it well, but he didn't know—

The smile cannot be hidden, it will be hidden in the eyes.

So is love.

The author has something to say: Love cannot be hidden, if you close your mouth, your eyes will speak out.

——San Mao

I originally wanted to save the impressions for later, but I am very partial to Trish.

Love really matters.

Both father and daughter deserve love.

The part of the grass minor change is not pasted, I will kill jj

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