[First Generation of Family Education] Flower Marriage in the Sky

He seems to know the candidate after a long time, who is that?

"... madam?" Giotto spoke with difficulty, looking helplessly at his companions, his eyes finally fell on his mother who was about to cry, took a deep breath and started walking.

He listened to the distinct sound of his shoes hitting the tiled floor, and each step made his step even more difficult, each sound like an unexpected element of uneasiness.

lady?Dystocia?

He wants to be a person, but he doesn't want to be that person...so contradictory.

Just push open this door...you can see it, right?The future in your dreams?

The white door of the ward was slowly pushed open. As the gap in the door widened, the vision became clearer. Giotto stared at his eyes and dared not leave for a moment. He felt that his breathing had stopped, and all the organs in his body were concentrated on his eyes.

The surrounding area was terribly quiet, Giotto raised his footsteps and walked over step by step, his eyes never left the pale face on the hospital bed, since his eyes fell over, he felt that his breathing became much easier, knowing clearly that this was a dream, But there was always an indescribable sense of reality, which even made his eyes moist.

Is this the wife of my dreams?He should be happy, but looking at her weak appearance now, he wants to cry.

"Nile?"

He softly called the person lying on the bed, and forced a smile to make the other person feel more at ease. At the same time, he was afraid, afraid that he would be like the air around her like that at that time, which he could not see or touch.

"..." Neil opened her eyes and turned her head, her gaze met his, and she smiled weakly, as if a simple smile had already exhausted all her strength, and an intermittent but very clear voice shook Giotto The wandering mind pulled back, "...Giotto?"

It's not the boss, it's not Mr. Pengo Lie, and it's not the brother.

Giotto frowned and deepened his smile. He half-kneeled on the head of the bed, grabbed her fingers exposed outside the quilt, and rubbed them carefully, rejoicing at this moment of touching her, and reached out to brush the broken hair on her forehead. "Nel, I'm here...can you see me?"

"Huh?" The person lying on the ground responded weakly, raised the corners of his lips and shook Giotto's hand instead, "Child...have you seen..."

Giotto nodded and said softly, "Well...it looks very much like Neil..."

She blinked and laughed, "It's only because you look like Giotto that everyone loves you..."

"..." He pursed his lips and forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, "Well... Then Nair needs to get well soon, our family... can be together forever, and I will definitely protect you and you children's……"

Nair closed his eyes and shook his head, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, "I'm here, take care of the child..."

"Don't say—" the voice became choked.

"Giotto...I have never regretted stealing oranges from Paul's orange orchard...I have never regretted loving you...my unfortunate life, the luckiest thing is you..."

"Giotto... I love you, no matter when... Now... I can only entrust this love to our child, let him... love you for me."

"Giotto...you are so tired, my heart aches..."

"If you want to wear a crown... you must bear its weight... If, you have a tired day, please... take your child to my hometown... and then... take my ashes... and scatter them in my hometown On the land of the world...Let me sleep forever..."

"Giotto... go to the place that really suits you, don't... use your frown again... to swing your fists... I know, that is your most contradictory... and the most painful time..."

"Please pass on your kindness...to our children...don't let him...like me, live in gloom...and extremes all his life...please let him be the happiest child in the world... "

The tears that have been hoarded for a long time have already burst, and the five sense organs are gathered together in pain. He listened to the girl's slow and clear voice, and the sobbing at the beginning became sobbing. Since he can remember, he has never cried like this. Such grief, to the point of being uncontrollable, "Don't say it--Nel...Nel, you will be fine!!" Giotto was like a child, holding her hand tightly and shouting, his out-of-control emotions couldn't stop live in tears.

Nair kept looking at Giotto's face, her gaze became more and more gentle, she suddenly pulled the corners of her mouth reluctantly, closed her eyes forcefully, when she opened them, a series of teardrops fell, her voice was not as gentle and melodious as before, intermittent, more Added a bit of helplessness and sadness "Help him... find a mother, find a home for yourself... I want to love you, understand you, and take care of you... When you wear the crown, you can share the burden with you ...when unloading the crown...willing to go back to the hometown to farm together..."

"...No..." He raised his head, stared at the other party's tear-stained eyelashes and steadied his voice, "The only woman in my life is you."

She only smiled, and stretched out her hands with difficulty to remove the tears under Giotto's eyes, "Think of me as a dream...Giotto, I'll take a step first, and the rest of the time...you...together with me... ...live well with the child...Giotto...I..."

The hand rubbing the tear stains on his face fell powerlessly, Giotto looked at the hand hanging on the bed in fear, his eyes fell on that face with difficulty, his closed eyes made him uncontrollable and tried his best Cry out "Nel——————!"

Giotto was lying on the recliner, his folded hands kept tightening, and the fine sweat oozing from his forehead was gathering more and more, his twitching brows said that he was restless in sleep, and his half-parted lips from time to time were like nightmares.

"Hey!!" Elena patted Damon vigorously, and looked worriedly at the man on the recliner. "Stop playing too much!! Let him wake up!"

Damon sighed innocently, "I just started helping him enter the dreamland... I didn't do anything else. As for what he dreamed, I don't know. When he regains consciousness, he can only see himself." .”

"Giotto, what the hell did he see...?"

I'm not going to marry my family

67.

Damon was sitting at the small round table calmly drinking black tea, while Elena was fidgeting. She nervously looked at the man on the bed, kept rubbing her fingers, and bit her lower lip from time to time.

"......" Giotto slowly opened his eyes, he stood up and covered his head with his hands, his tall and thin body curled up in a ball on the recliner.

Elena inadvertently turned her head and saw Giotto sitting up behind her, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Giotto——! How is it? Are you... all right?"

He still lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "It's okay." When he stood up, he was a little shaky. Just as Elena wanted to go over to help, he raised his hand to signal, raised his pale and weak face and nodded Expressing gratitude, he covered his blurred eyes, glanced at Damon who was sitting at the table, and closed it hard, "Thank you, today's matter, please keep it a secret..."

"...Well." Elena looked over worriedly, and wanted to ask him how his dream was, but the question of his current appearance was also blocked, and she only nodded lightly.

Damon followed Giotto's back with his teacup in his eyes, and snorted softly.

Giotto walked briskly, and he was a little out of breath when he came to the door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time from inside. He stretched and pushed, and it was locked?

He let go of the doorknob with his palm weakly, a hint of disappointment flashed in his orange eyes, he turned around and pressed his sweaty back against it, raised his jaw, and listened carefully to his calmer breathing.

The orange grove, under the stone bridge, the top of the Mission Hill, the tree hole behind Mount Pengele, and every corner where we usually spend time together, Giotto thought about looking at these places, only to realize that he was used to it and liked it In the place where she appeared, even the memory felt an indescribable peace of mind.

He admitted that watching Jasmine's optimism and strength at her side would also calm his irritable heart at work, but at the same time he had to try his best to hide his other side, Giotto VONGOLA's side, and now this is not easy. It's just a surname, it bears too much, like a big mountain, although it has deviated too much from the original intention of establishing the organization, but it can only be supported by him, once let go, too many terrible things will happen.

Giotto’s affection for Jasmine has never changed. It was his playmate since he was a child, and he existed as his wife. At the beginning, he didn’t have any practical concept of the word wife. He probably took care of him like a mother. Eating and drinking, you can come home with a warm smile on your face, right?

Isn't this... family?Jasmine has always been her family, not her lover, right?

He loves his mother, and he also loves Jasmine, but will anyone marry his own family?This is the wrong order from the beginning.

"Heh..." He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, frowned and closed his eyes forcefully, his nasal cavity felt congested, and the uncomfortable feeling caused the water droplets accumulated in the corners of his eyes to form a puff, flowing along the Cheeks run down.

"..." He reached out and touched the wet face, his eyes were a little dull.

What if the bride in the dream is Jasmine?he wrinkled