[Tutor] The Heart of Dwelling Myself

Why can Ling's consciousness flow into his heart so unimpededly?

Qianqiu felt that he had encountered a historical problem.She secretly glanced at Mr. Skylark countless times, but still couldn't figure out his heart, even Mr. Kusakabe's thoughts, and could only guess based on the other person's expression and subtleties.But Ling is different, even if he doesn't say it, his body language doesn't reflect it, as long as he looks at the pair of eyes that are strikingly similar to his own, he can know what he's thinking—as if he was born with it.

"Um……"

"...Miss. Can you stop staring at this little bird?" Ling looked helplessly at the woman in front of her kneeling down and holding the little soybean next to Skylark, looking seriously at the pair of mung bean-sized birds. s eyes.The expression on his face seemed to be fighting to the death with the other party... Ah no, it was because of a tacit understanding.

But how can a person talk to a bird?It's not the legendary bird whisperer.

Even Mi Xiu avoided her sincere gaze as if he had taken the wrong medicine, not to mention that this was not a "biological" little soybean.Even if you stare at the flowers, you can't draw any useful conclusions.

"..." Qianqiu lowered his lost eyes, clapped the Yundou in his hand, and sighed.

Could this be the legendary telepathy between siblings?

But isn't telepathy all subconscious?It's really strange that there is no one who can directly pour the other party's thoughts into his mind like this.

Qianqiu decides to let Yundou go free, she gently puts Yundou down, the other party chirps happily, flaps its wings and flies to the sky, singing...well, the school song.

She rubbed her forehead habitually, because Yundou's tender voice really didn't fit the serious school song.As for why a little bird sings the school song... well... that's beyond her comprehension, too.Although Mr. Kusakabe said that Mr. Yunque taught it when he was still in middle school, and Yundou was also adopted by him.But no matter how you look at it, teaching a little bird to sing the school song... how much love for the school is it?

Qianqiu also intermittently heard Mr. Kusakabe mentioning Mr. Skylark's dominance when he was young.In that small town that she had never been to before, the Disciplinary Commissioner was more reassuring than the Security Office, but also more frightening than the Mafia.One sentence, one action, can be beaten up.As long as Mr. Skylark has a slight problem, it will be these followers who are unlucky.

In this way, in order to defend and prosper, and to uphold the unique existence of school rules, Qianqiu inexplicably feels that Mr. Yunque, who is young and inexperienced, is a little scary, but he is also inexplicably relieved.Despite his eccentric temper, he has always done his duty to protect the land he loves most.When talking about the past, Mr. Kusakabe's expression is full of reverence and awe, as if recalling the glory of the past.

How did such a young man who walked alone and didn't want to be bound by anything join Vongola?

Although Mr. Kusakabe explained that almost all the members at that time were students of Bisheng Middle School, and Mr. Hibari was just trying to maintain this land.

...However, Asuka who has been walking alone is tired, and there will be a harbor where he wants to stop.No one can live alone forever, presumably he was also attracted by that fetter and stopped in his tracks.At least Qianqiu thinks that living alone is boring.That's why she wanted to build a good relationship with her neighbors, and she also raised Mi Xiu to accompany her.The scene where Mr. Skylark was once alone is really unimaginable.

But at least Mr. Hibari looks much calmer now than those fearful pasts. Of course, except for the Kirimori that Mr. Kusakabe was talking about.Time can change a person, and the sharp edges and corners are not slowly smoothed, but hidden in the heart.

"By the way, it's almost time for lunch." Qianqiu looked at Yundou flying farther and farther, and suddenly remembered his responsibilities, "It's time for me to make lunch."

"So can you give up such a strange behavior? It looks like talking to an alien..." Ling muttered, took Qianqiu's hand, and pulled her up, "Anyway, according to my sister's IQ , I can’t think of any reason why…”

Qian Qiu glared at him, then pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "Do I look stupid?"

Even if she didn't ask, the thought that ran through Ling's mind in an instant had already betrayed him, even though he shook his head fiercely with a smile on his face, denying the water that was thrown out by what he just said.

"I……"

"The pork chop rice you want is gone!"

Ling suddenly became frowning, he took a look at Qianqiu, and then took a look again, took her hand and shook it gently, "Our most intelligent, lovely, gentle, beautiful, generous, beautiful, generous and skilled sister Qianqiu..."

He has thought about pork chop rice for a long time.Besides this sister, who else would cook such a delicious meal for him.Anyway, he never wants it again!Absolutely not!What kind of work meal did you go back to?The world is so big, it was hard to give him a sister who can cook.

Qian Qiu pretended to be serious and knocked on his forehead, looking at the pair of brown eyes full of expectation and begging for forgiveness, "Do you want to be on par with Mi Xiu? Every time you put aside the previous things with such an innocent face."

"...I'm willing to wash the dishes! I'll write the project obediently! I promise!" Ling scratched at her short, soft chestnut hair, and once again looked at her sister with puppy-like eyes.

"Come on. When have you obediently carried out it? And your eyes clearly say 'Anyway, the coquettish sister will definitely agree'-such a thought."

"..." Ling suddenly hated this strange telepathy.

Finally, Qian Qiu couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth, and rubbed his shiny hair, "Okay, okay, there will be pork chop rice."

But today, what should I cook for Mr. Skylark?

She lowered her eyes, her heart jumped slightly.

Before she knew it, cooking for Mr. Skylark became the time she was most looking forward to.I rarely have the opportunity to see him at other times, and I can only enter his room during meals, watching him silently eat the first spoonful of rice, and express my thoughts on the meal.The long and slender fingers with clear and distinct knuckles, as well as the neat side face like a meticulous painting, made her face slightly hot.

Such a classical and clean young man, no matter what, he can't be connected with the unruly young man that Mr. Kusakabe said.However, she was still able to understand a little bit, for example, Mr. Skylark's unintentional murderous aura was enough to almost overturn the bowl in her hand.

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Tuk Tuk-

"Mr. Skylark, I'm coming in."

After knocking on the door habitually, he opened the sliding door.

"...He's not here." Qianqiu glanced hesitantly at the cold noodles on the tray, and then looked into the back room for a while.

It doesn't seem to be there.Usually during meal times, the other party will definitely work in this room.If the location is changed, Kusakabe-san will definitely notify in advance, but... today?

Maybe Mr. Kusakabe forgot, maybe Mr. Hibari will come back after a while.I can't take the food back, it will be bad if there is nothing to eat when he comes back.Thinking of this, Qianqiu carefully picked up the tray and walked towards the empty room.Although meals would come here on weekdays, this was the first time she came in when Mr. Skylark was not around.

This spacious and bright Japanese room is simple and simple in decoration. There are large and small copybooks hanging on the wall, some are vigorous and some are long and graceful, and it is said that they are all written by Mr. Yunque himself.There is a touch of incense burning in the room, which is refreshing but also soothing to the nerves.

For the first time she raised her eyes boldly to the fabric of the room.In fact, there is not much difference in the structure of the place where she lives, except that there are more calligraphy and paintings, and it is also a little brighter.From the carefully placed tea, to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, to the quietly burning incense in the furnace, all of them tell the elegant preferences of the owner of this room.

Gently placing the tray on the side of the table, Qianqiu glanced at the contents of the table for the first time.

The neatly placed documents on it made her heart suddenly pick up.

Rossi... family...?

During this time, Mr. Skylark has been busy with this matter?

In fact, she didn't think it was a big deal, and rumors were rumors after all.For her, after this turmoil has passed, she can return to Venice to open her pet shop again, just like a celebrity scandal, the turmoil in the city will eventually be diluted by time and return to peace.

Qianqiu who has not experienced the cruelty between the mafia is still a bit innocent.

But... will it say something about Mom and Dad's past?

Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifted unconsciously to the stack of documents.

"No...it's Mr. Skylark's stuff, how can you flip through it casually..." Qianqiu quickly withdrew her eyes, but the curiosity in her heart slowly swelled like cotton candy, filling her whole heart.

She muttered a few words to herself, but her heart was firmly glued to the pile of documents.

Anyway, let's get out of here first.If it's something she needs to know, someone will definitely pass it on to her.

Qianqiu thought for a while, and decided to put away his things and leave.

"Sister——! You are so slow in delivering the meal...I'm starving to death." Ling's voice suddenly sounded in front of the door, he stuck out half of his head, glanced at the situation inside, and then let go of his heart and yelled up.

If that quiet Skylark knew that he was yelling here, he would have to reward him for being injured and unable to get out of bed for a few days.

"Ah, don't worry, it will be fine soon." Qianqiu stood up quickly, but glanced at the table again.

"What are you looking at? I just wanted to look like I didn't dare to look at it..." Ling strode in and looked curiously at the neat papers on the table.

"The Rossi family...? This is not what Big Brother Yamamoto said...that, the family that Mom and Dad stayed in before..." He was slightly stunned, and quietly frowned, "So this skylark has been investigating such things all the time. .”

Ling didn't know what had happened, he was only just born when all this happened, but he knew that it was because of the connection between the mafia of one kind or another that caused him to lose his parents since he was a child. Climb to live independently.And now also, inexplicable rumors made him suspend his two-point and one-line life of working and going to school, and was brought to this strange country.

All of this is because of this.

"What the hell is written on it!" Ling was naturally careless, without Qianqiu's scruples at all.He wiped his hands on his clothes and reached for the pile of documents.

"Wait, wait... This is Mr. Skylark's stuff! Don't read it without permission..." Although she was also curious about such things, Qianqiu still pressed Ling and put it on the file, wanting to open it One page hand.

"..."

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, is this the information you have investigated?"

"Yes, Hibari. I hope you will take advantage of it... This matter is not as simple as imagined."

"Hmph. You are nothing more than that."

"..."

The rebellious young man raised those jewel-like red phoenix eyes, but his cold tone was arrogant and arrogant, as if he looked down on the warm and jade-like brown-haired young man in front of him.

……

"what are these……"

Fragmentary scenes flowed through my mind like an electric shock, and the conversation between the two was played like a movie, engraved in my mind.

Qian Qiu hurriedly withdrew her hand, and gave Ling a weird look.

Ling also looked back at her with a strange expression.

Even though they were relatively silent, they knew what the other party wanted to say.

Just now... Whose memory was it that flashed by?

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