Penggli Rhapsody

【Young dream】

Many years later, the Apollo Hall on the second floor of Vengley Castle is bathed in sunshine, the warmth and the fragrance of grass and trees permeate through the blood and darkness of the Mafia, jumping unscrupulously and enthusiastically.

Sitting in his office, biting a pen and racking his brains to perfunctory... No, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was working hard, turned his head and looked at Takeshi Yamamoto, who was walking out of the front yard downstairs, who was going to drink coffee in the small town down the mountain, and Not far away, Hibari Kyouya was walking in the opposite direction on another corridor.

Inadvertently, Tsunayoshi Sawada suddenly thought of the question that was asked by countless people when he was young: What is your dream?

……

What do you want to be when you grow up?What kind of person do you want to be?

And, what is your dream?

To be honest, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is only in the sixth grade of elementary school this year, has never thought about such a long-term problem.

However, the reason why this issue is being discussed now is very simple.

"Why do the composition topics assigned by the teacher come and go?"

Lying on the desk in the classroom during recess, ignoring the noisy classmates around, two good friends, Tsunayoshi Sawada and Takeshi Yamamoto, chatted like no one else.

"It's not my father, it's my mother, or my ideal or my dream, why don't I write a few spring, summer, autumn and winter propositions." Tsunayoshi Sawada said, crying.

"This is already the fourth composition question this week, and I really can't make it up."

For elementary school students who never take tutoring, they only go to school for five days a week, and what an experience it is to write an [-]-word composition a day on average!

The new Chinese teacher in Tsunayoshi Sawada's class this semester is simply a devil!

It is said that composition is to cultivate people's literary accomplishment from an early age, but why does Tsunayoshi Sawada think that this is to cultivate children's ability to make up and make up.

Moreover, forget about writing "My Mother", Tsunayoshi Sawada does not have a father at all in his memory, and every time he writes a composition in this area, he uses the father of his little friend Takeshi Yamamoto as a template-of course, when writing about his mother Takeshi Yamamoto also used Tsunayoshi Sawada's mother as a template.

It is very helpless to think that such a life of mutual help and mutual assistance has been made up so many times.

...But thinking about it this way, maybe when he grows up, Tsunayoshi Sawada's level of lying while prevaricating Li Baoen and talking nonsense to deal with Vongola's ghosts and ghosts may also be cultivated since childhood.

I can't completely attribute the appearance of the black rabbit to the mistake of seeing Li Baoen when I was 14 years old. After all, people's fortunes are complicated and changeable. Who knows when the rabbit started to mutate.

It's just that the environment in the past was simple, and the mutated rabbit could be a little white rabbit in peace, but once he encountered an incredible stage, such as Peng Gelie, he would accidentally show his true colors... It's not impossible.

But, well, these are off topic.

Closer to home.

Leaving aside the relatively distant future, the biggest worry for Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is only 12 years old this year, is the homework that is in front of him.

--"my dream".

How can this kind of composition topic be unified all over the world, no, it is unified by all teachers?

Since childhood, Osawada Tsunayoshi has written this topic no less than a hundred times, and now I am writing again...how should I make it up this time?

"Yeah, last time, Gang, you wrote about your dream of becoming a scientist when you grow up. Last time, you wrote about becoming a star. Last time, you wrote about becoming an entrepreneur..." Takeshi Yamamoto said while sitting on the desk wringing his fingers.

"How about you write about wanting to be a professional baseball player this time?"

"No, that's your dream, Mr. Yamamoto." Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head.

"Anyway, it's writing essays. I don't really want you to realize it." Takeshi Yamamoto said with a grin.

"And A Gang, are you really going to become a scientist? You are not the worst at mathematics."

Besides, the dream of becoming a star entrepreneur is ridiculous. Tsunayoshi Sawada's greatest wish is not to be an otaku otaku who plays games every day.

"I'm not gnawing on the old, I still have to work when I grow up." Tsunayoshi Sawada protested.

Well, although I always said that the family had enough money when I was a child, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't really become a salted fish.

Thanks to his mother's good teaching, Tsunayoshi Sawada can cook, do laundry, and do housework by himself. He is not a completely useless existence like studying.

Although Zetian Tsunayoshi's grades are not good in Bisheng Elementary School, and he has the nickname of Trash Tsuna, but this just means that Zetian Tsunayoshi's ability is not focused on learning at all.

Life is not all about learning!

"Yeah, Aunt Nana did teach you a lot." Takeshi Yamamoto thought about it carefully, and found that his own Ome not only knew how to cook and do housework, but also had the ability to knit sweaters and arrange flowers.

In fact, Tsunayoshi Sawada knows a lot about certain things, so he can chat with many girls in the class-probably this is why other boys nicknamed Tsunayoshi Sawada trash.

Without him, I envy and envy the girl who hates Tsunayoshi Sawada.

but.

"Don't you think you're taking a bridal course?" Takeshi Yamamoto suddenly realized.

According to Sawada Tsunayoshi's growth direction, in the future, he is either planning to marry into a family and eat a soft meal, or marry someone to find a meal ticket... Why does Nana's mother feel a little obsessed with the positioning of her own son?

...Ah, no, it must be an illusion!

"...Didn't we discuss composition just now?" Tsunayoshi Sawada was shocked by the whimsy of his own bamboo horse.

How did they go from essay topic discussion to bridal class?

Moreover, Tsunayoshi Sawada refused to discuss this issue, what is eating soft rice or looking for a meal ticket!

When he grows up in the future, Tsunayoshi Sawada will definitely find a soft and cute girl, marry a wife as gentle as a mother, and then have a job and leisure time, and live a happy life.

Well, it's decided, this is the theme of my composition this time - my dream is to marry a virtuous wife when I grow up, and live a normal and happy life.

"Then the theme of my composition this time is to dream of becoming an Ultraman when I grow up!" Takeshi Yamamoto clenched his fist!

Nonsense, who wouldn't!

"……"Kokichi Sawada.

As long as you are happy, by the way, if he is fined to stand tomorrow, he won't wait for anyone!

... just wait a little while.

After school, Tsunayoshi Sawada and Takeshi Yamamoto were about to walk apart at the intersection not far from home. Before they passed the intersection, Tsunayoshi Sawada had a keen glimpse of a familiar figure passing by on the other road.

——By Sheng Yiba, Hibari Kyouya in a coat.

It's terrible!

So Zetian Tsunayoshi waved goodbye to his little friend Takeshi Yamamoto with his schoolbag on his back, and then ran away quickly.

One intersection, three forks, parted ways.

It's like time turns, and many years later, Tsunayoshi Sawada sat in the office of Apollo Hall and watched Takeshi Yamamoto leave the front yard, and the appearance of Kyoya Hibari running in the opposite direction on the other aisle.

but.

I always had a lot of dreams in my youth, some came true and some were just dreams forever.

However, thanks to the pity of fate, my best dream is finally to see the sun behind the clouds.

The most beautiful, but different routes, the same destination.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will probably change the time point.

But whether to switch to the present chapter or the university chapter, let me think about it.

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