Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

The tactile area on the top of the head had a different feeling than before, with a gentleness that could be easily felt. Giorno was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.

"Different."

Miki Nozomi was cutting carrots and asked distractedly.

"What's the difference?"

"It's...that's..."

The intuition is that something is wrong, but for the only four-year-old Giorno, he still can't express his feelings clearly, so he can only hold back a few words with a sullen face for a long time.

"It's just different."

"In that case, wait until Giorno himself understands it before telling me."

Taking the cucumber that Giorno had washed for a long time, Nozomi smiled lightly and handed him a towel to wipe his hands.

"But I'm really happy to have Giorno to accompany me."

Giorno: "..."

Giorno, who didn't know what to say, could only bow his head and wipe his hands in confusion.

"Okay, the next thing is that Giorno will be outside, and it will be fine in a while."

After driving the black-haired little boy out of the kitchen, Miki Nozomi turned around and began to make her own egg fried rice with a smile. Suddenly, lavender smoke rose from the kitchen, and an indescribable strange smell permeated the air. in the air.

Giorno, who had never eaten fried rice with eggs, just stared at the kitchen door without any fluctuations in his heart, not knowing that this situation was actually extremely weird.

After a while, Miki Nozomi appeared in the living room with two plates of egg fried rice, one normal and one red, and she put the normal one in front of Giorno.

"Come on, you're welcome."

There was even kindness in her eyes.

"If it's not enough to eat, there's more."

Different from the weird taste that people couldn't tell before, the egg fried rice in front of me has just the right aroma, the golden egg and the rice complement each other perfectly, and the orange diced carrot and green cucumber diced are embellished.

No matter how you look at it, this is a plate that people can judge "delicious" food just by looking at it.

Unprepared, Giorno picked up the spoon on the plate, scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice, and stuffed it into the nearest place without hesitation.

In the next second, his movements froze.

There are buzzing voices in my mind, chaotic, and seem to have some kind of pattern.

The fried rice with eggs in his sight was already blurred, even the tea table and sofa disappeared, and an inexplicable white light filled his vision, making Giorno think that he was looking directly at the sun.

Otherwise why is it so bright?

On the other side, Miki Nozomi, who was sitting opposite Giorno, swallowed the spicy egg fried rice in his mouth, looked at the other side's dull look, and sighed.

Obviously, I have re-practiced my cooking skills with Dazai many times, so it should be much more normal. Is it because Giorno is too young?

I am also going to make a chicken soup tomorrow to make up for him.

On the day he ate fried rice with eggs, Giorno returned home with a dull expression and a dazed gaze.

It even caused the adoptive father, who originally wanted to swear casually, to get stuck in the middle of the swearing.

This kid... what's wrong? ? ?

It wasn't until the next day that Giorno, who had recovered, prepared to go out again.

"Crack-"

There was the sound of the door being opened, and even though Giorno was already light, he still couldn't resist the sound.

He gently opened the gap just enough for him to get out, and then closed it after he got out, trying not to make too much noise.

However, it still woke up the existence on a certain sofa.

"Giorno."

The man chanted Giorno's name with a casual voice, as if he was calling a kitten or a puppy.

"come over."

Giorno remained silent and came to a place one meter away from the sofa.

"What are you doing so far away? Get closer."

Seeing Giorno's gloomy face with no expression, the man was upset. He patted the sofa forcefully, with a stern tone in his voice.

"Is this how you treat your father?"

Giorno lowered his head and approached carefully.

"You always look so unpleasant, aren't you learning Italian with the kids from the Miki family next door?"

The man was leaning on the sofa, obviously not in a good mood, and there was obvious finding fault in his voice.

"What's the matter? I've been playing around with no results at all?"

Giorno: "..."

On weekdays, Giorno is still taciturn. Except for Miki Nozomi, who will speak more because of practicing spoken English, in this home where he has to carefully watch his face every day, he knows that talking less is the best choice.

"Are you dumb?"

Looking at Giorno's appearance, the man felt even more bored.

"Since this is the case, you don't have to go in the future."

He raised his legs and opened his mouth casually.

"Anyway, there are no results, and it's just a waste of time to go."

"don't want……"

A low voice came out of Giorno's mouth, almost inaudible.He looked up at his adoptive father on the sofa, fisted his lowered hand, and responded in Italian.

"I learned……"

Giorno, who is only four years old, can't understand much, but he can feel who is kind to him and who is kind to him.

In such a strange place, it was hard... finally, there was someone who was kind to me, and even so similar to me.

Both she and herself were abandoned.

So... so...

He didn't want to be unable to meet Axi.

Without too many reasons, the young Giorno only had one straightforward thought in his heart.

I want to be with Ashi.

"Have you learned?"

The adoptive father looked at Giorno, who spoke Italian, in surprise, and he became interested.

"It seems to be useful."

He casually said a few words about the test, and Giorno was able to respond. By this time, the adoptive father also stopped his original thoughts.

"Not bad, since that's the case, Giorno, you should study hard."

It also saves his troubles, after all, he promised his wife to teach Italian to this kid, but now that he thinks about it, he was so dazed that he took on such a job.

As he spoke, he picked up a bag of sandwiches on the table and threw it to Giorno for breakfast.

"In this way, after two years, you don't have to stay at home to block your eyes and you can go to school."

I don't have to look at this brat myself, and also reduce the time I have to give this brat a good face in front of his wife.

"Okay, let's go."

He waved his hand casually, and the adoptive father shifted his gaze to the TV, no longer paying attention to Giorno who was holding a sandwich.

So Giorno, who was relieved, hurried to Miki Nozomi's house next door with the sandwich in his arms.

"Ding-dong-"

As soon as he heard the doorbell, he knew who it was. After all, there was no one else who came to him at this time of day except Giorno.Miki Xi glanced at the chicken soup again, and then came to the door from the kitchen and opened it.

"Giorno, are you here? It's 10 minutes earlier today."

Giorno nodded and entered the Italian oral practice mode.

"Morning... good morning."

"good morning."

Letting the child in, Miki Nozomi closed the door, and she looked at the sandwich in Giorno's arms, getting used to it.

"breakfast?"

After all, in Italy, breakfast bread is too normal.

Giorno nodded.

but……

Giorno sniffed at the tip of his nose, and his strong smell of chicken soup immediately filled his nostrils. Giorno hesitated and looked in the direction of the kitchen. What came to his mind was the food called "Egg Fried Rice" that he ate yesterday.

That incomparable, strange feeling that I can't even tell what it feels like...

Thinking of this, his face was a little tense.

"Ashi, what did you do...?"

"Just an ordinary chicken soup."

Thinking of the chicken soup in his kitchen, Miki Hiroshi's eyes lit up, and he pushed Giorno to sit on the sofa.

"I made new food, Giorno, don't worry, it's different from the egg fried rice before."

Swearing so much that he almost patted his chest to ensure that the things he made would be absolutely fine, Nozomi Miki went into the kitchen to fill out a bowl of chicken soup, and put it in front of Giorno with a smile.

"Come on, try it."

Her voice was exactly the same as when she let the other party taste fried rice with eggs yesterday.

Giorno suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with the chicken soup. He hugged his sandwich tightly again, feeling that at this moment, the sandwich had become his favorite food.

"Don't worry, Giorno. You see, this chicken soup is completely different from fried rice with eggs. I just filled it up a little. Just take a sip and taste it. If it doesn't work, don't drink it."

For children, Miki Nozomi showed great patience...to trick others into drinking soup.

In the bowl is a faint golden chicken soup, with oily flowers floating on it, the taste is even heart-warming, but somehow it makes people feel dangerous.

After hesitating for a while, Giorno picked up the spoon and scooped it up tentatively.

Maybe yesterday's smell was caused by putting too much or misplaced something. Today, Ah Xi is so confident, it shouldn't be the same smell as yesterday... right?

Although he still hesitated, Giorno still ignored his own tragedy yesterday and resolutely put the spoon in his mouth with his trust in Miki Nozomi.

The next second, he froze again.

In a trance, everything seems to be far away from me, but a golden light is getting closer and closer to me, countless hens are flapping their wings and galloping, whining like an army passing by, and running towards me head-on.

That scene was very similar to the crazy appearance of the students when the cafeteria was open.

Why... so many chickens?

Before Giorno could react, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

etc?Are you going to be overwhelmed by chickens? ! !

"Giorno? Giorno?"

He whispered Giorno's name, but he couldn't get the slightest response from the other party who was in an inexplicable hallucination.Miki Nozomi returned to the kitchen suspiciously, and tasted the chicken soup he made again, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

At most, it's a little bit less delicious than other chicken soups. Why are they still motionless after drinking one or two?

Obviously, I should have improved! ! !

Just when Miki Nozomi fell into deep thought, the doorbell suddenly rang again.She put down the spoon, came to the door suspiciously, stepped on the stool and looked out through the peephole.

A black car was parked outside, and a familiar woman with brown hair and a little boy stayed outside the door.

This is……

Miki Nozomi looked at the two people outside the door, and searched their identities in his memory within a few seconds.

The relatives on my father's side seemed to have met once before, but they couldn't come back due to some reasons. The one who attended the funeral was my "uncle".

So it should be... aunt and little cousin?

How did they come?

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It’s just an ordinary new recipe chicken soup made with Dazai_(:з」∠)_