Pengel's Godfather's Growth Diary

001

Hibari Kyouya still remembered hearing the news of Sawada Tsunayoshi's death at dusk.

He stood by the window and fed the sparrows flying from the sky. These weak creatures were not afraid of the murderer who was feared by most humans, but instead rubbed his fingers affectionately.

At that time, Hibari Kyouya was already old, and her black hair had turned into snow white. Putting on the prepared kimono, she looked no different from many old men walking by the side of the road.

That is to say, dress well and be able to chop a table with bare hands.

Hibari Kyouya slowly cut a cup of tea for himself, holding the teacup with one hand, suddenly remembered a certain guy.

Only then did he remember that a few days ago, there seemed to be such a letter that was transferred from the other side of the town to his hands.

Neither the writer nor the sender was there, so he had no intention of opening the letter. Today's dusk overlapped with the one that Tsunayoshi Sawada had left. He left the window and took out the letter from the drawer. .

There is another envelope under the uniform envelope opened at the post office, with a small Yundou sticker on the seal, smiling at Skylark foolishly.

The man pulled the corner of his mouth and took out the letter paper.

[Thank you:

Dear Hibari Kyouya.

Frost and snow come, and winter comes again in a year.I am writing this letter for you from Vongola's headquarters in Sicily, and hope to reach you with the warmth of the fireplace.

How about Japan?Is it still cold in winter?When I was in Italy, I always thought of the winter in Japan. I think I will be able to return to Japan in a short time, and I will be able to embrace my kotatsu again.

Reborn always said that my ideas are too simple, but the kotatsu is the romance of every Japanese. On this point, I think Kyouya must be the person who agrees with me the most.

When it comes to winter, I can't help but think that spring is coming.You may be joking about it, as soon as winter enters, I have already begun to look forward to the arrival of spring.

The weeping cherry blossoms that will not bloom on the branches in spring, the fireworks and festivals in summer, the falling maple leaves in autumn, and the heavy snow in winter.No matter which season it is, I seem to have a preference.

Unknowingly, I seem to have written a lot of nonsense. If you read these words, Gong Mi, and you can think of the things I said, then I, who wrote these things at the risk of being bitten and killed by you, would probably be able to laugh too.

Recently, the winter snow fell, and Lanbo took the children to build a lot of snowmen in the headquarters. I took time to see, Cecilia——I think you should remember, she is a girl from the Wu family, and she specially made snowmen. up your snowman.

Because the weather was too cold, Sissy put on a black shawl, a purple scarf and a black soft hat for the beloved Grandpa Skylark at night. When I thought of you doing this dress, I thought it was very cute.If I'm lucky, I hope to see you put on like this once.

If you want to hit me afterwards, I am also willing.

The winter in Italy is really cold for me, so I won’t continue to say it this time—my fingers are already a little cramped because of the cold weather, and the words I write have become like tadpoles, I hope you won’t dislike.

If there is still spring in the coming year, I hope we will meet again in Bingsheng, and when the early cherry blossoms fall, we will have a drink and chat under the cherry blossom trees together.

But this has to be hidden from Hayabusa, who has become more and more strict with me recently.

Not to mention so much, I still rambled on for a long time, I hope you are not bored by it.I don't think there should be any, and if there is, you can't see it here.

So, in order to greet me not with an old friend's hug but with your duckweed crutch when we meet again, I will stop here.

Enter Tsunayoshi Sawada. ]

There are a few more lines of words in the last two rows of the date. Hibari looked down and saw that Tsunayoshi Sawada was rambling again.

[Haruhi returned to Binseong before, but his physical condition seems to be too much to allow me to come to visit... Dear Kyouya, my almighty Mr. Guardian, it would be great if you could kill these viruses too.Because of them, even Hayato won't allow me to eat desserts—but how can a small cake be considered a dessert?That is the spiritual support of an old man like me. ]

[I can't seem to come to see you in person, sorry, Kyoya. ]

Kyoya Hibari read these words with lowered eyes, put the letter back in its original form, closed the envelope, took out a new snapper sticker from the drawer, and put it in the unified envelope of the post office, and finally put it back on the bedside table. drawer.

He was leaning against the window, the old man's body gave the former king of prosperity a feeling of powerlessness that could not control everything in his hands - this made him very annoying.

He took out his feed and bread from his sleeve, and waited for another twilight to fall.

Rambo Povino was the last to receive the letter.

Unlike the rest of the ten-generation family, Rambo was originally the youngest child. When the rest of the guardians had started to join the family affairs, he was still struggling in the Mafia Academy, living under the shadow of his elder brothers. . .

It is precisely because of this that the young master of the Povino family always carries a bright aura that is incompatible with the dark world.

Originally, among the ten generations of families, only Lanbo was really born in the inner world.

But when he came out of the ivory tower of the school, what he stepped into was not the dark depths, but the new ivory constructed by his brothers.

Therefore, even at the age where he can be called "uncle", this former Vengley guard is still the king of children in Vengley.

It is precisely because of this that, at the behest of the former leader, when Sawada Tsunayoshi was seriously ill, Rambo Bovino was still worrying about where to go next month.

But soon there will be no need to worry.

The next destination is Japan, where his brother and his family last died.

Rambo Povino did not get the letter until after his return to Italy.

There is a light fragrance in the white envelope, and the paper is the taste of my youth, but now it seems a little fancy.

But Brother Agang seems to like it very much.

Rather, as long as it is something everyone likes, Brother A Gang can tolerate it.

Lan Bo coaxed away Cecilia, who was looking for him to play with, and then closed the door and began to read the letter.

But no matter how carefully he looked at it, he did not open the letter.

Rather, I dare not take it apart.

According to the prison temple, his letter was written by Ganga last.After thinking for a long time, when I was about to lose my grip on the pen, I reluctantly put down the pen and wrote down what I wanted to say but had no time to say to the youngest brother.

As Lan Bo stroked the letter paper, he could think of how his elder brother wrote a family letter gently and helplessly, trying to light a bright light for his youngest brother after he left.

He didn't want to open the letter, as if he hadn't received the envelope and his brother had never left his side.

This is really too weak a thought, if the prison temple finds out, it will definitely be scolded for a while by the old prison temple who is still strict.

Rambo shrank his neck, but still did not open the letter, leaving him under the pillow.

Let's take it apart at the end.

he thinks.

In this way, when he was alone in the end, he wouldn't cry helplessly in the room because he was too lonely.

Rambo Povino was never a patient kid.

Since he was very young, he often talked about being patient, but there were not many times when he tried to be patient, especially after his brothers made a breakthrough. Sometimes it was a little while being pointed around as a newcomer.

Even at that time, there are female employees who are inspired by his maternal love (?) and take the young master of the Povino family to work, so there is no need to endure anything.

What's more, as long as you make a call when you are most sad, the gentle and tolerant elder brother on the other end will definitely pick it up there, comforting you with a gentle voice.

Therefore, the letter had been kept under his pillow for a long time, and it was taken out with great care until his eyes were clouded to the point of being unable to see clearly.

Just like childhood candy, the most delicious one will always be saved for the last, licked and licked so preciously, even if you swallow it and fall asleep, the sweet taste will still linger between your lips and tongue.

At that time, Pengo Lie had already developed a smart butler. As soon as Lan Bo thought about it, he changed the voice of the butler to A Gang's - of course this is a special version for ten generations of families - listening to the butler reading the letter to himself, It was like Tsunayoshi Sawada sitting by his bed, reading him bedtime stories as a child.

The beginning of the letter starts with the recent food.

Lan Bo didn't know if the letters from Gang Ji to others were in the same style, but in this letter to him, it was still the gentle and familiar person.

It was the tenderness that he almost forgot.

*.

[The wisteria outside the window is blooming, and recently I often think of the flower garden left by my mother.

Rambo you may remember?After my mother died, the garden was mine.Although the neighbor Mr. Taoju's family was invited to help with watering on weekdays, as soon as I go back, the wisteria flowers shrank their necks one by one as if they were afraid of me. ]

Lan Bo then thought of the wisteria, which was still open when he went back last time.

He also remembered that when he went to see him before his death, Tsunayoshi Sawada was standing beside the wisteria, holding a dark green plain kettle in his hand, pouring out water droplets at an angle.

It seems to be pouring a little too much.

thought Rambo Povino, lying almost dying on his bed.

Later, the wisteria was taken over by Cecilia, the child of Takeshi Yamamoto, who is now much stronger than his old bones.

In this case, when I saw Brother A Gang, I could still tell him about it.

Well, he also took good care of it...whether it was the wisteria flower or himself.

His brother's gentle voice lingered in his ears, and in this voice, Rambo Bovino continued to recall the last time he met Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The old man in home clothes led him into the room—the inside and outside of this room was the one he was most familiar with, almost unchanged from his childhood.

Except for those potted plants that Tsunayoshi Sawada harmed.

At that time, he stuffed himself on the sofa boredly, and Tsunayoshi Sawada poured tea for him, only to find that it was fruit juice when he got it in his hand-he was already a man of his age, see the little ghosts of the Vengley XI family At the age where you have to call me senior, how can you drink something like this that children drink!

He muttered and gulped down the juice in the glass.

Later, when Prison Temple came back, he found that he drank fruit juice when his blood pressure was worrying.

That's the last meeting.

At that time, none of them had foreseen the meaning of parting. Only after the parting of life and death did they suddenly realize that this was the last person he saw.

Later, after holding the funeral for Sawada Tsunayoshi, the prison temple also left. The tomb stands on one side of the leader, which complements the one on the other side, guarding the leader from the left to the right as before.

Then came other people, after all, he was the youngest one, so in the second half of his life, he kept watching the most familiar people around him leave.

One, two, three, and finally only myself is left.

Now, he was going to meet them too.

Sadness has to be endured, happiness has to be enjoyed, whether it is happiness or sadness, when they get together again, they can all be used as talking points to make the elder brothers smile—for Rambo Bovino, it is already able to smile And the reason to go.

Thus, amidst the whispers of his elder brother, the last member of the ten-generation family also fell into an eternal sleep.

[Finally, let me say one last thing. ]

[Good night, Rambo. ]