How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Because her son is so cute, Yu Gongcui also justly snubbed Bugarati today.

After entering winter, the temperature in Naples dropped slightly, but it was not so cold that it was overwhelming.

After waking up in the morning, Yu Gongcui, who was tidying up, gently opened the curtains, and saw that the sky was covered with gray clouds, and the first light rain of this winter was brewing.

Giorno hadn't woken up yet, the door of the bedroom was ajar, and the sound of long, undulating breathing resembling that of a small animal hibernating came from inside.

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and the caller ID was Bugarati.

After clearly realizing his deliberate indifference, he cooperatively distanced himself... Now that he is calling suddenly, it must be something urgent.

After a moment of hesitation, Yu Gongcui walked to the corner farthest from Giorno's room, raised her hand and picked up the phone.

As always, he waited for the person on the opposite side to speak, say hello, or give a concise event notification.

But as time passed by, only depressing silence was heard.

Sensing something wrong, Yu Gongcui softly called the boy's name.

"Buggarati?"

"...Yes, Captain."

As if he just came back to his senses, the familiar quiet voice was hoarse and difficult, "I'm in the hospital...my father, he just passed away."

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Yu Gongcui rushed over in a hurry.

Although he has always been praised as a trustworthy and reliable image, even in the face of the blow of the death of a loved one, he seems to be just a little absent-minded, and he still handles various funeral affairs meticulously——

But the boy's heart must not be as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

Bugarati's parents divorced when he was very young, and his father raised him by fishing and taught him how to love others.

With the importance that Bugarati attaches to his relatives, at the age of 12, he was able to wield a dagger at two adults with guns in order to protect his father, even at the expense of joining "enthusiasm".

And now, after working on it for years, hoping all the time that it might get better, it's lost.

He and the young man looked at each other with slightly dazed blue eyes, watching those pupils that seemed to be filled with the far sea of ​​Naples light up for an instant, flickered twice like a light bulb with a bad connection, and then went out again.

Bugarati gave him a smile and nodded politely.

"I was too rude before, and I shouldn't have disturbed you. I can handle the matter here by myself, so please make another trip."

... This kind of restrained sense of distance between "slightly familiar strangers" made Yu Gongcui feel a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, he must have left the child first.

It took a second for me to feel disgusted, and then he walked forward with a cold face, and stuffed the bag in Buccarati's hand.

"Go and sit on the chair over there and have something to eat first. ——Don't refuse, don't refute, because you have surpassed me to control the real power, so you don't want to be obedient anymore, right?"

Push the boy who subconsciously shook his head in denial on the bench in the hospital corridor, and take over from him to go through the rest of the process and complete the formalities.

When Yu Gongcui came back, Bugarati was already leaning against the cold tiled wall of the hospital, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Even after falling asleep, his brows were still slightly frowned unconsciously.

And only at this time, will she let go of that mature posture and look like a boy of her age.

Yu Gongcui subconsciously slowed down her steps and stood aside.

Resting for a while because of being too tired, it is impossible to sleep soundly in this kind of place.The movement of stepping forward to put on a coat was enough to wake people up, he didn't want to do such unnecessary actions, so he simply leaned against the wall next to the bench and skillfully put a cigarette into his mouth.

He didn't take out a lighter to light it up, it was just a habitual move to pass the time.

Giorno should have woken up. I don't know if he saw the post-it note on the refrigerator door, which said a message about going out suddenly.Even though he knew that the child was not someone to worry about, he still couldn't help but worry about it.

He put his hands in his pockets, his eyes were empty, staring at a certain point of nothingness in front of him in a daze.

There were several family members of the patients striding past in a hurry in the corridor. Bugarati, who was awakened by the silence, straightened up suddenly. After seeing Yu Gongcui beside him, he slowly relaxed and inserted the five fingers of his right hand into his hair, feeling exhausted. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I..." fell asleep.

Putting two fingers together to take off the cigarette between his lips, the brown-haired young man shook his head indifferently at him, and briefly talked about the next arrangement.

"The cemetery has already been contacted. The funeral is tentatively scheduled for three days later. As for the list of guests to be invited, you still need to draw up the list yourself. The formalities have been completed, so there is no need to stay here any longer. I will send you back."

Bugarati lowered his head and gave a low hum.

When I went out in the morning, it was only cloudy, and it was already light rain when I left the hospital.

Yu Gongcui stuffed the exceptionally silent junior into the car, sat in the cab by herself, and started the car neatly.

After the heating was turned on, as the temperature rose, the inside of the glass was gradually covered with a layer of fuzzy white mist.

The car drove towards the apartment where the two lived together. When it was about to turn, Bugarati stared at the blurred and changing scenery outside through the fog, and made a sudden sound.

"Aren't you going home, senior? I thought it would be the villa on the outskirts of the city."

After a moment of silence, Yu Gongcui slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road amidst an angry horn.

He subconsciously took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, feeling a little irritable and annoyed for no reason.

But not for Bucciarati.

"You know."

Helplessly twitching the corner of his mouth, he continued to ask, "Then it seems that you have met Giorno too?"

After receiving silence as affirmation, Yu Gongcui sighed softly.

"I have some relationship with the child's father, so it is impossible to leave him alone, but for some reason, Giorno cannot be discovered by the organization at this stage... That's why I kept it from you for so long, sorry."

Bugarati's blue eyes watched him in the rearview mirror, and he spoke slowly.

"You've done the best you can to me. Why apologize?"

——Actually, Amamiya Tsui herself couldn't say the reason exactly.

It's just that the shame surging in his chest really exists.

He took a deep breath, restarted the vehicle, and continued on the previous route.

"Whatever you think, the first priority is the funeral. I'll pick you up in three days, and don't quarrel with me until the dust settles."

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The rain never stopped.

The needle-like drizzle drenched the soil during the burial, and floated on the black coffin together with the falling petals.

The soil was shoveled down one after another, and soon the whole coffin was no longer visible.After reading the eulogy, the priest made the sign of the cross on his chest. There were very few relatives and friends standing around, no one was crying, and there was a polite and sad expression on his face.

After all, the man had been in a coma for five full years before his death, and the few contacts he had had had been completely forgotten.

A bouquet of flowers was placed next to the cross erected in front of the tomb, and everyone carefully comforted the silent Buccarati, and then dispersed.

The last one who stepped forward was a woman in a long black dress, her eyes were slightly red.After hesitating for a while, she still gave the black-haired boy a somewhat unfamiliar hug, which lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly separating.

Is Bucciarati's mother.

The mother and son talked in a low voice for a while, and almost all the guests had left.The woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, forced a smile to Yu Gongcui who was waiting at the side, bent down and bowed.

"These years, please take care of this child."

Yu Gongcui avoided this ceremony, stretched out her hand to support her forearm, and denied this statement.

"It's better to say that I am the one who is taken care of. Thanks to what you taught him before, Buccarati has always been a kind and upright person."

The other party's eyes were red, and he smiled wordlessly. The boy who was praised lightly pursed his lips, and did not make another sound.

After the woman left, he opened the umbrella he had prepared in advance, and propped it on top of Bugarati, whose shoulders were already wet.

"The rain seems to be getting a little heavier. Do you want to go back—or do you want to stay here for a while?"

Watching his mother's figure gradually disappear into the rain, the boy closed his eyes slightly and straightened his back again.

No one can be with another person all the time.

Even close relatives who are related by blood will always leave.

And for the seniors who have nothing to do with him but take care of him a lot, we really shouldn't be too harsh... Wishful thinking to continue getting along is already an unattainable luxury in itself.

Bugarati stood under Yu Gongcui's umbrella, raised his head and looked at him steadily.

"It is indeed my fault to delve into your private affairs too much. Anyway, you seem to have found the 'anchor' that will bring meaning. The only thing I can do is say congratulations."

anchor.

Undoubtedly, referring to Giorno.

I have no intention of denying this, but what is more worthy of attention is the attitude behind Bugarati's words.

After hesitating for a while, Yu Gongcui stuffed the umbrella into the hands of the boy who was a little unresponsive.

"Take it."

Although there was a question mark on the top of his head if there was any substance, the younger generation accepted it obediently.

Yu Gongcui, who freed her hands, imitated the way of the other mother's mother before, wrapping her hands around her waist, and hugged the slightly stiff Bugarati tightly in her arms.

All around are the sound of pattering rain that makes the surroundings more and more silent.

The raindrops hit the umbrella above the head, gathered into water droplets, and rolled down one by one.

"That doesn't mean I will give up on you, Bugarati." He said quietly, "You are also the child I watched growing up...Compared to subordinates who have a clear distinction between public and private, it is not a family member. Too much."

"'Family'...?"

"Yes."

Yugong Cui let go of her hand, took a half step back a little bit, and looked at the thoughtful young man with a brisk smile in her eyes.

"I think Giorno wouldn't mind calling you 'brother'?"