all the light

The small dots on the cloth seem to be photos taken in the suburbs.

Vincent smiled knowingly: "Is Yukari looking at my brother's photo?"

"Brother?" Raising an eyebrow, Aso Yukari asked with interest.

She never knew he had an older brother, no wonder the auras and expressions of the two of them were so different.

"Ah, I don't seem to have mentioned it, my brother Allen Eartha." When he said this, Vincent's expression seemed a little strange.

"Doesn't your brother live with you?" Asked casually, Yukari Aso's tone was neither salty nor weak.

"Brother died a long time ago, three years ago." The tone of the person who said this was too calm.

Eyelids twitched slightly, she...maybe touched something she shouldn't have touched?

"Brother, he used to be a mafia. I only discovered this in his diary after he passed away and was sent to me by the police. I thought he was just doing ordinary white-collar work. Brother, he became a mafia member as soon as he graduated from university, and he cheated his family for several years."

"..." Somewhat helplessly, she curled her fingers and twirled the hair hanging by her ears, and she frowned.

"Ah, look what I'm talking about. I'll take you back first. It's getting dark. If you don't go back, it's dangerous to walk around with a girl at night." Vincent shook his head in frustration. Smiled at her.

"Excuse me, Vincent." Restraining her overflowing curiosity, Aso Yukari nodded.

"I've said it, it's my honor." The sky outside the window darkened as he said, because the height of the apartment was high enough, and from the corner of her eye, she could see the street lamps on the side of the road downstairs lighting up one by one. A row of brilliance this night.

The whole room was brightly lit by the bright white chandelier in the house. She stood by the window and saw a strange smile on the face of the young man standing against the light. Make him look like an angel with a halo on his head.

Vincent is a qualified Italian gentleman, no matter how you look at it, whether it is words, or every action, or some trivial things in life.

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The black private car slowly drove into the secluded neighborhood, and there were some birds chirping or dogs barking during the day, but now it has been able to quietly make people who walk alone feel terrified.

The rain has stopped, and only the wet patch on the ground can prove that they have just existed.The greening work in the community is well done, and the open car window keeps pouring in the fragrance of trees after the rain, with the unique fresh feeling of herbs, mixed with the aroma of moist soil.

"Move forward, go to the third building... Huh? Why are the lights on?" Yukari Aso, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, was pointing the way to Vincent who was driving, but the lights were on in the supposedly dark room When, frowned.

Hearing her words, Vincent also frowned, stepped on the brakes slowly, and the car stopped firmly beside the green belt: "Is something wrong? Let me help you look, maybe it's a thief."

The person who just wanted to say yes suddenly thought of a possibility and immediately suppressed the words: "No, no need. I can go by myself."

"How can this be done? If it's really a thief, your personal safety will not be guaranteed." Vincent rejected it immediately, opened the car door, and quickly stepped out with one foot.

All kinds of pictures flew in my mind, and thinking about my recent work, Aso Yukari decisively grabbed Vincent's clothes: "I really don't need Vincent, I suddenly thought it might be my friend, this house belongs to him, I'm only living here temporarily, besides, the law and order in this community is very good, and I haven't heard of any thieves appearing."

"This..." After hesitating for a while, Vincent frowned, and finally compromised, "Okay, then be careful, hold your phone, keep talking to me while opening the door, so that if something goes wrong, I can call the police or something .”

Although I really want to say that if there is really something wrong inside, it is probably useless to call the police. Who knows that in Palermo, you may even call the Mafia and their efficiency a bit faster than the police.

Of course, such words cannot be said. Aso Yukari took the mobile phone that Vincent handed over, pressed a few numbers and heard the ringing of the mobile phone in her bag.

Pressing the call button and putting it to her ear, she smiled helplessly: "Is that all right?"

"Take care of yourself." The blond man nodded in agreement.

Aso Yukari, who had been instructed by Vincent thousands of times, was wearing big bags and small bags, and was still struggling to hold the phone with one hand, putting it close to her ear.

After finally getting to the door of his house, he found the key from the bag, opened the door, and as expected saw the dark-haired young man with his back to the door, sitting on the sofa and sleeping lightly, turned his head, revealing a familiar face Face.

"It's okay Vincent, the person in the house is indeed my friend... yes... you should go back early, thank you for taking me back today, it's easy to drive on a rainy day at night... um... byebye~" loosened Aso Yuka hangs up the phone in a breath, throws the phone casually on the storage table next to the shoe cabinet at the door, and then unloads the miscellaneous bags on her body.

After changing his shoes, he walked to the side of Takeshi Yamamoto, who still had some steam in his eyes, and poured himself a glass of water on the coffee table: "Awu, why are you here today? And I didn't see your car at the door... It hurt me and my friend I thought there was a thief in the house."

The warm tea flowed smoothly through the throat, making Aso Yukari's body temperature, which he thought hadn't recovered after being drenched in the rain, rise a little.

"Did Yukari come back with friends?" Takeshi Yamamoto didn't answer her question directly, but started with another topic.

"Well, when I went shopping, it happened to be raining, and I ran into Vincent, and he sent me back, ah, Vincent, do you remember, it is the blond young man you saw at my house last time."

As she spoke, she pulled the sticky clothes on her body. The clothes, which were still wet just now, were half dry now, but they still stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.

"Yukari, go and change your clothes first, I have something to tell you." The considerate Takeshi Yamamoto smiled without showing any emotion on his face.

Although Aso Yukari vaguely felt that something was wrong, she didn't pay much attention to it. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Halfway through, she looked back at Takeshi Yamamoto who was on the sofa: "Oh, yes, help me get the things I bought back. Let's tidy up, please take care of dinner, I've been hungry for a long time."

"Well, no problem." Takeshi Yamamoto was taken aback when he heard her words, then narrowed his eyes with a smile, and nodded in agreement.

The dark brown, almost black eyes sank after watching the woman's back into the bathroom. After half a minute of silence, I heard the sound of running water coming from inside.

With a long sigh, Takeshi Yamamoto shook his head helplessly, then stood up, moved his tired limbs, walked to the door, picked up the shopping bag that was just discarded by the owner, and approached the kitchen with it.

And when Miss Aso came out of the bathroom covered in heat, there was already dinner on the dining table.

A small bowl of kelp miso soup, the fried salmon is honestly lying on a long plate, the spring rolls are fried until golden and neatly placed in a white disc, next to a pot of steaming white rice , and a small dish of pickles.

Authentic Japanese dinner beyond authenticity.

"Ah, thank you so much." Aso Yuka, who was already hungry, put down the dry towel she was wiping her hair, and put it beside the dining table. The tableware on the table was ready, and she just had to sit down Just open your mouth and eat.

Feeling that the empty stomach was filled with food little by little, Yuka Aso's hunger subsided little by little.

——Sure enough, eating after taking a bath is the most perfect!The point is that this is a Japanese dinner, not a Western one, is it okay? ! prefect!

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However, the hand holding the chopsticks stopped for a second, and felt that his head was covered with furry things again.

"Yukari, if you don't dry your hair, you'll catch a cold." After tidying up from the kitchen, Takeshi Yamamoto saw a young woman with a rice bowl, wolfing down at the dining table, and her brown curly hair was half dry. , casually draped behind the head.Fearing that she would catch a cold, he had no choice but to go over and pick up the towel that was left aside, and wipe her hair with his own hands.

"Ah, it's okay, the weather is getting warmer, isn't it?" Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, he pulled off the towel that the man covered his head, "It's okay, I'll do it myself..."

Natural movements at any time, but also the most effective way to stop Takeshi Yamamoto's slightly embarrassing and unnatural movements.

Takeshi Yamamoto didn't take it seriously, walked around the table, sat down opposite her, and looked at the man with his head down, desperately holding a dry towel and ravaging his hair.

"Pfft——Yukari, won't it hurt if you rub your hair like this?" Takeshi Yamamoto couldn't hold back after all, and laughed out loud.

"No, no, no, don't laugh, Hachi, Awu!" Aso Yukari raised her head, her pale blue eyes stared at him, her cheeks bulging, because