[Tutorial] The so-called childhood sweetheart

Italian cafe.

Asaimo held the cappuccino in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief, um, the coffee in this shop is really good!Next time you come to Italy, you must come again.

Just as the Asai girl was holding a cup of warm coffee and looking at the street view outside the window in a daze, a deep and kind voice sounded, "Can I sit here, little girl?"

"Huh?" Asagi Mo turned his head and saw an elegant old man with gray hair wearing a striped suit standing in front of the coffee table, looking at her with a smile.

"Of course, please sit down!" Qian Jingmo quickly stood up and bowed politely.As soon as I bent down, I suddenly remembered that this is Italy, not Japan, a country that has a strict hierarchy and always bows at 90 degrees to say hello.So, a little embarrassed Qian Jingmo still respectfully finished the ceremony, and then showed an embarrassed smile.

The old man smiled nonchalantly, sat down opposite her, and ordered a glass of espresso.

Well, it tastes the same as Dad and Reborn!Asai Mo was thoughtful.

"Is this lady visiting Sicily?"

After Waiter bowed respectfully and left, the old man turned his head and asked Qian Jingmo gently.

"Traveling...that's sort of it. Although my parents work here, I don't live here." Asagimo nodded her lips with her slender fingers.

The old man smiled and nodded, "Although it's a little presumptuous, how do you feel about Sicily, Miss?"

"Eh?" Qian Jingmo blinked suspiciously, looking at the old man with a serious expression in front of him.

The feeling of Sicily... She slowly moved her gaze out of the window, the unique golden sunshine of the Mediterranean covered the street, and the baroque buildings with unique styles on the street cast strange silhouettes on the ground.

It is rarely cloudy and rainy here. For this island, the huge light ball in the sky has never been stingy with throwing its own sunshine.Throughout Sicily, there always seems to be a bright and warm tone.Occasionally, when walking on the street, local teenagers who are enthusiastic and unrestrained in nature will come to strike up a conversation.

Asagi Mo stared at this place called "the source of beauty in Italy" by Gus with a little trance.

After a long time, she turned her head and showed a soft smile to the old man who was quietly waiting for her with a smile on the opposite side.

"I like here!"

"Really," the old man's tone was very gratifying, like a father whose favorite son was praised by others.His gaze turned to the street outside the window, "No matter how many times I look at it, I still feel that Sicily is really a beautiful place."

The old man felt a little emotional, then he turned his head and looked into Qian Jingmo's amber eyes, "However, even in such a beautiful Sicily, there is still darkness behind the sun."

Qian Jingmo was slightly taken aback.

"So, someone needs to protect it." The old man smiled meaningfully.

"Did you buy any souvenirs when you came to Sicily?" After a moment of silence, the old man changed the subject.

"Huh?" Qian Jingmo was a little uncomfortable with his slightly jumpy thinking.Uh... Dad looks like this too, is this an Italian tradition...

"Not yet." Asai Mo recalled the pile of clothes he bought back when he went shopping with Yanyi, um, that shouldn't be counted...

She shook her head, "This gentleman..."

"Hehe, if you don't mind, you can call me grandpa." The old man showed a kind smile, with warmth in his tone.

Uh... Is this also an Italian tradition?Asai girl was a little puzzled, but she changed her words graciously.

"Are you a native of Sicily, er... grandpa?"

"Yes, I was born here."

"I see. It can be seen that you love your hometown very much..."

"Hehe," the old man smiled emotionally, "Of course."

"By the way," he took a sip of the coffee in his hand, then took out a wooden square box and gently placed it on the table,

"Xiao Mo, haven't you sold souvenirs yet? Since you just called me Grandpa, I'll give this to you. Let's treat it as a souvenir from Sicily."

"Eh..." Qian Jingmo hesitated, but still reached out to take it under the kind eyes of the old man opposite, "Thank you!"

If you receive a gift abroad, it seems that you have to open it on the spot, right?

Asaimo stroked the small wooden box, before he could find the switch to turn it on, the old man opposite had already stood up.

"Then, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, Xiaomo." He smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

"Well, goodbye, Grandpa!"

Qian Jingmo stood up and waved to him. After watching the old man leave, he continued to lower his head to study the box in his hand.

"Ah, I found it!" Qian Jingmo touched the small bump on the surface of the box, and was about to press it to open it, when his hands suddenly stopped.

I just... It seems that I didn't tell him my name...

The girl held the wooden box in her hand, feeling a little dazed.Something is wrong... The scene just now is actually quite wrong!

Although he didn't know his identity, it could be seen from the old man's behavior that he should be a big shot.There is an aura of a superior person lingering around him, although he has tried his best to restrain himself, Qian Jingmo still noticed it, and subconsciously treated him as an important person.That's why the girl stood up and bowed so respectfully when she saw him just now, even forgetting that this is not Japan.

Moreover, with Qian Jingmo's personality, it's not like she will obediently speak up when someone comes out and asks him to call him grandpa.

There was a gentle, relaxing aura surrounding the old man.It seems that in front of him, no matter what he does, he will be tolerated.And his will is too much for you to disobey.It's like... daikon...

Qian Jingmo's eyes flickered, and she finally remembered where the familiar feeling just now came from.Brother Zetian!The aura of that old man is exactly the same as the aura exuded by Junior Zetian at certain times!It's just that compared to him, Junior Zetian is much more immature...

Junior Zetian is Peng Gelie's tenth generation Dakong... Asai Mo lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand with complicated eyes, so the old man just now...

"Vongola... Jiudaimu... so..." The girl's low murmur dissipated in the air.

On a street corner not far away, a black stretched Lincoln.

"It's too risky to appear in a coffee shop on the street rashly like this, Jiudaimu!" ​​The man with short yellow hair complained to the old man beside him while grabbing his hair.

"Hehe, it's okay to take a risk once in a while, and isn't that coffee shop our territory." The old man smiled brightly.

"Really, even if this is the case, you are too messy..."

The old man smiled and shook his head, "It's not a mess. After all, the child has taken care of my grandson for so long, so he should come forward and thank him in person."

"She doesn't know who you are! But..." The man turned his head and glanced at the girl sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in the coffee shop not far away, "Now, she should have noticed it, with the child's intuition..."

The old man nodded, "Unexpectedly sharp, I realized it when I just walked over. Hehe, if it weren't for Arthur and Mrs. Asai's family being fine, I almost thought it was actually our Penger What about the children of the Lie family..."

"Hmm..." The warm and clear amber eyes flashed in front of the man beside him, and he nodded, "It really looks like..."

"By the way," the old man turned his head back, with a serious tone, "I gave 'that' to that child, do you mind, Jiaguang?"

The man with short yellow hair, that is, Sawada Iemitsu laughed, "Of course I don't mind. Speaking of which, it should be the first generation of Unmoru's thing." His tone was a little emotional, "If I give her now...well...it's okay. Let it be returned to its original owner..."

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