Love Eterno

At your own expense, after speaking, the electronics in your hands turned into wreckage.

"Xiaochun...will not let you die, absolutely not!" And the woman on the bed is like a sleeping angel, quiet and beautiful and──

Dead silence.

Sparks start a prairie fire (End)

*Note: The flower language of tuberose is "dangerous pleasure", because tuberose only emits a strong fragrance at night, but the smell is so strong that it will make people feel difficult to breathe.

*Note: Pipistrello is a bat in Italian, and it is a fictional mafia family, which means that in the mafia world, black eats black and the strong prey on the weak.

The author has something to say: the first half is over,

Those who like tragedies can see it here,

Q cat will continue to code slowly (rolling)

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11. Eternal love ([-])...

Chapter Two

eternal love ([-])

There is a heavy atmosphere in the Pengelie base at this time. There is a tombstone among the beautiful blooming flowers in the back garden. The man in black bowed his head and said nothing, followed by a man with black hair and silver hair, and behind him were two young children crying and hugging each other, and there were many people in black suits. Funeral of a beloved woman.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't bear the bright smile of the woman in the photo, but at this time he held a funeral for her without even being able to see the body. When Miura Haru died, his soul seemed to die with him, and he didn't even know the basic first aid. Giotto disappeared without a trace with his body, but no matter how powerful a person is, there is no way to recover.

Xiaoharu... How can I survive in this dark world without you? Without you, Tsunayoshi Sawada is just a waste. Without you, the efforts of these years are not in vain. Without you, the heavy family burden I should How can I continue to bear it, without you...my soul is no longer complete, it is empty and difficult.

Sawada Tsunakichi took off the ring of the leader representing pride and responsibility on his fingers, and knelt down on one knee and sincerely looked at Miura Haru's photo: "Miura Haru, I, Sawada Tsunakichi, can't accompany you yet, so I use Penguin As the tenth king, I swear to you that I will lead the Pongalie family into a strong family that protects the weak, and with this succession ring as proof, I give it to you, my beloved, TiAmo (Note).” He kissed the ring pitifully, as if kissing As cautious as a lover, put the ring in the box and bury it in the soil.

Let this ring accompany you instead of me, Xiaochun.

The oath of the godfather of Ponggrie is so affectionate, but it is also so sad. The woman who is as gentle as spring and as gentle as the wind is the sun in everyone's heart, and the only hope for people in the dark. It will not be destroyed, but without Haru Miura, some people will live with loneliness from now on.

Knowing the grief of the brown-haired man losing his beloved, but the silver-haired man still has to fulfill his duty as right-hand man, he refuted the behavior of his own leader: "Judaime! If you don't have the inheritance ring, it's too rash!" I didn't smoke any more, because the restlessness in my heart could no longer be covered up by tobacco.

When I was young, I was arguing with Hayato in the prison temple. Her daughter is gone. The lines of the childish quarrel seem to have appeared only yesterday, but today is the silence that is separated from heaven and man. I will never hear her lovely voice again. I will never see her again. With her pouty cheeks, no one can restrain the irritability that often overwhelms him in his heart, and no one will scold and laugh at him frankly.

Stupid woman, when you leave, you also take happiness away, leaving only painful loneliness to make people uncomfortable.

"Juji...don't get excited, I believe Xiaochun will be very happy when she finds out." The man with the scar on his chin supported his friend's shoulder with strength but trembling. He still couldn't accept that person's death, and It was the same grief when Dad died, all of his valued family and friends.

Takeshi Yamamoto, who is a good friend with Miura Haru, always listens to her countless thoughts, no matter good or bad, women always share with him, and when he lost his father, he gave the most gentle embrace. The embrace is so warm and clear , as he who has too much sin and guilt in his heart, he can always find salvation in her bright smile.

I'm sorry Xiaochun, I may never be able to smile sincerely again, and there is no reason to laugh without you.

Of course, Tsunayoshi Sawada knew how important the ring of the leader should be, but he wanted to abandon the established rules and create a different Pongale. He touched the photo of a woman with a bright smile, and carefully traced her beautiful face , firmly said: "Even without the ring of succession, I am still the tenth generation of Ponga Leap. This is a fact that will never change!" Become stronger, so strong that no one will be sacrificed again.

His aura was so strong that everyone bent down and shouted in unison: "Boss, we will always follow you forever!" The voice was so loud that the young brown-haired leader felt that he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and turned to look at his loyal left and right hands. Both of them had expressions of enduring sadness, and he couldn't help thinking, Xiaochun, seeing how much influence you have, both guardians are heartbroken for you.

Look at the crying children again, he stepped forward and hugged them in his arms, just like their protectors did before, Rambo and Ippei hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi's neck and cried bitterly, The person who will take care of them wholeheartedly is gone, the person who will let them act like a baby is gone, the person who can make them smile sincerely is gone, and the person who can make them still be children is gone.

Miss Xiaochun would not be a simple child without you, Mr. Lanbo (Yiping)...

The brown-haired man hugged the ten-year-old children tightly, and deeply apologized to them. If the world of the mafia was not dangerous, he would not have let them out of the life of ordinary children and made them train hard. Make up your mind and say: "Don't worry... I will take good care of you... Your sister Xiaochun will also watch you in heaven..." The soft voice gently comforted the two, and made Lan Bo, who was tired from crying He Yiping took him to rest.

"Gang..." A soft voice called his name, and it looked like a woman with long chestnut hair and a potbellied belly, and a man with flaming hair accompanying her. Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at Haru Miura's former best friend , Sasakawa Kyoko, he said gratefully: "Jero, Kyoko, thank you for coming. It is a happy event for you, but you still come." He looked at the belly that contained a new life, and his expression was gentle.

"Since it's your lover, Zetian, of course we have to come." Jie Luo said calmly.

"Yeah Gang, Haru is a good friend of mine, there is nothing wrong with this kind of thing happening." Sasakawa Kyoko looked regretful.

Sawada Tsunayoshi chatted with the two of them and let them do whatever they wanted before leaving. He was too tired, and maintaining the image of the leader made him exhausted. He clearly wanted to cry in grief, but there was only silent crying, and his heart seemed to be covered by invisible sadness. Heartbroken, he yelled the name of his dearest woman, but he could no longer summon her energetic reply.

He finally cried with his head in his arms, crying hoarsely and breaking his heart. The loss of Miura Haru means that no one will be able to walk into his world, his life, because what resides there will be his favorite and most A lover who can't let go.

And Tsunayoshi Sawada will never fall in love with women other than Haru Miura again. He gave all his love to the woman he can no longer know, and the Pongalie family with great responsibilities. For her and the family, he only allows himself to cry For the last time, from now on he will only be a strong Peng Gelei X.

The dead, and those left behind, are equally lonely.

*Note: TiAmo is I love you in Italian.

The author has something to say: the next one will also be released in Jinjiang

Q Mao always thinks that Xiaochun’s death and no resurrection is the best ending, because it seems too hypocritical to write too much (how many words do you write), is Q Mao really too pessimistic, but for the love of Xiaochun, I still write HE's (=^_^=)

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12. Eternal Love ([-])...

eternal love ([-])

In the remote suburbs of Italy, there is a castle that looks like an ancient century. It seems to be dead and uninhabited for a long time, but the clean environment is the proof of people's activities. The old house is lit with candles, and the end of the candle It was a pure white room with an open door.

Peeking inside by candlelight, there is only one big bed in the huge room. Through the window, you can still see the round and bright moon tonight. Through the moonlight, you can see a woman. same.

The woman lying peacefully on the pure white bed has a delicate and pleasant face, short wine-red hair is soft and shiny, the skin exposed outside the clothes is as white and delicate as cream, and the scars on her shoulders are like sun scars with a faint pink color. She is as beautiful as a doll, but she has no breathing, no heartbeat, and no warm body temperature, just like every dead person.

But her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she slowly woke up.

The wine-red woman heard the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves, and saw the squirrels running in the mountains and plains outside the window. She was ecstatic. It turned out that she was not dead, and this light feeling was very beautiful, but she was soon disappointed. up.

She couldn't feel the proof of her existence, she didn't have a beating heart, she didn't need to breathe, and the air wouldn't be thin. She looked at the hem of her clothes tremblingly, and stroked her belly where she had been shot, leaving only ugly scars without pain Nor will there be any feelings.

Miura Haru curled up in pain, roaring like a trapped animal, she clearly knew that she died in the arms of the brown-haired man, the cold feeling, the loss of blood,