Summer of Fireflies

[Tutor] Summer of Fireflies

Author: Youyou Bauhinia

Summary:

——Your greatest happiness is not to let me fulfill your happiness, but to let me become your happiness

One day I brought the brown-haired young man to Xiao Baozi, who pointed at the young man and stared at me with grief on his face: "Lisa, you secretly raised a little boy outside behind my back?! You are so hurt!" I'm heartbroken!"

Brown-haired youth: "..."

I:"……"

The little bun cried: "Lisa, you forget the old love when you have a new love, so what's the point of me being alive?!"

Me: "...An An, I am your mother."

Little Baozi: "What do you think of my mother?"

The brown-haired youth smiled: "She's fine."

Xiao Baozi's eyes lit up: "Then... my mother and I, buy one get one free, do you want it?"

Brown-haired youth: "..."

The little bun immediately changed his face: "Don't forget it, I'll go find my dad."

The brown-haired youth: "...deal."

Content tags: tutoring

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lisa (Miura Hotaru), Sawada Tsunayoshi┃Supporting role: An An, soy-sauce pot-pot cracker┃Others: Tutor after ten years

1. Have known each other

This passage of verse recorded by Tagore in the prose poem "Fireflies" is the most well-known, just like San Mao's metaphor as a portrayal of himself:

The sky has no trace of wings, but I have flown. (I leave not trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.)

I am used to interpreting this sentence as: there are no traces of wings left in the sky, but the birds have already flown.Just like my ordinary life, but because I met him, I have no regrets in my heart.

I was sitting in the cafe, opposite to my BOSS and my supervisor named Malik. While the other party was on the phone, I was bored and looked out the glass window. Outside was the famous central street of the commercial city of Palermo. People on the street come and go, in different clothes, among them are not Italian residents, tourists who come to Palermo for sightseeing, and even foreign wandering entertainers.

My eyes drifted back to the opposite side from the glass window. My boss, Malik, is also Italian. According to the standards of foreigners, Malik is still a very handsome man.

Three-dimensional and profound facial features, dark bangs that are eight-point slightly curly, thick eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, deep blue eyes like the sea, he is young and successful in his career, coupled with his very magnetic voice when he speaks, what do you think? They all look like a standard tall, rich and handsome man, but this "high, rich and handsome" in the eyes of outsiders is sitting opposite me after making a phone call, drinking espresso slowly.

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long, Lisa." Malik picked up his coffee and watched me take a graceful sip.

"Mr. Malik, don't mind." I raised my head and smiled at him, and caught an unknown look in his eyes. It would be understandable if I didn't know the purpose of Malik's invitation to drink coffee. , and now I have fully understood.

Today, after the company got off work as usual, I stood at the gate of the building and planned to drive home, but suddenly remembered that my car seemed to have been sent to a car repair shop by me as early as yesterday, so I had Malik, a gentleman who volunteered The scene where my boss sent me home.

However, it was obvious that he was taking me home, but he turned a corner and invited me to have a cup of coffee on the way. They said that the kindness is hard to refuse. After all, Malik is my boss who makes a living. I am too embarrassed to directly refuse his kindness, so I I came to this coffee shop on Central Street with Malik.

"Lisa can just call me Malik directly. Calling me husband is too alien." The man smiled at me kindly. Undoubtedly, this is a very gentlemanly man. If it is an ordinary enthusiastic Italian girl, I am afraid If I can't stand his charming smile and fall in love with him, it's a pity that I am not those passionate Italian girls, but a very conservative Japanese woman.

It suddenly occurred to me that the other party seemed to be calling me by my name from the very beginning. Don’t look at Malik’s handsome and charming appearance. First, I’m not familiar with him. Second, he’s still my boss, and I’m his subordinate, boss. There is already an insurmountable gully in the relationship with his subordinates, which is not comparable to the intimacy between friends, so Malik's calling me by my name from the beginning was obviously an attempt on me.

What is certain is that Malik’s intentions towards me are neither malicious nor kind. Thinking of Malik’s love affair with a rich prodigal, and the fact that Italian folk customs are already open, could it be that Malik’s hospitality towards me just wants to have a fight with me? "One night stand"?

Thinking of this, I stroked my forehead with a headache. It's a pity that I'm just an ordinary Japanese woman with no special characteristics. There is also a oil bottle at home that needs to be fed by me. One-night stands are really not romantic to enjoy.But it's also possible that Malik just wanted to buy me a cup of coffee to communicate with his subordinates, but I hope I'm thinking too much.

I stirred the bottom of the cup with a spoon, and the coffee in the cup exudes a strong aroma. I was thinking about how to use euphemistic and appropriate words to reject Malik, but the table and the ground shook violently, and the wobbling cup in the coffee cup The spoon made a few crisp sounds, and I looked around in amazement for a moment, and found that not only my table was shaking, but also the other tables in the coffee shop. My first reaction was: Could it be that there was an earthquake in Palermo? no?

Almost everyone in the store had the same reaction as me. "What's going on?" Malik came to my side after realizing it, "Lisa, are you alright?" Just when my center of gravity shifted forward and I was about to fall, the considerate Malik gave me a hand in time.

"It's okay." I held Malik's hand to stabilize my center of gravity in time, and exhaled lightly under my nose, "Thank you, Mr. Malik." I thanked him.

Malik smiled at me: "I told you to just call me Malik." Well, at this time, he still didn't forget to correct my address to him.

After letting go of Malik's rescue hand, we stood up together. At this time, the ground and the room had returned to calmness and no longer shaking. I felt that the shock just now was just an illusion of mine.

Is it really an illusion?

I looked around at the panic-stricken customers, and then looked outside the chaotic pedestrian street. The sound of the fire engine's siren was getting closer and closer. I didn't know it was a fire until I saw the thick smoke and fire in the opposite sky. Accidental fire.

It's a fire, and it's not a fire.Malik, who inquired about the information, told me that a commercial building on another commercial street across the street had a rapid explosion not long ago, and that explosion affected our side, so there was an earthquake that was suspected just now. scene.

The siren of the fire engine was still ringing desperately outside. It is estimated that the fire after the explosion would be difficult to quickly extinguish in a short time.

Both the explosion and the fire were on another street, which had nothing to do with us, so the customers and pedestrians quickly recovered their nonchalant expressions, and then went home to find their mothers.

I hid in the toilet with an excuse. In the mirror, I had a very handsome oriental face, with black hair and black eyes. I patted my face with water and was about to tell Malik the excuse I had made, when I suddenly sneaked in from behind. A figure stepped back a few steps and covered my mouth. I immediately turned pale with fright and wanted to struggle, but the figure instead made the other person wrap his arms around my arms and my entire abdomen.

I didn't feel any malice towards me from the person behind me. While I was relieved, I held my breath and hid on the side wall of the toilet door together with the other party.

Within ten seconds, the toilet door was kicked open by a group of people. "Not here." After the inspection, the voices of the group of people slowly faded away, until I could no longer hear their footsteps, the tight string was completely relaxed, and I shouted heavily With a sigh of relief, when I turned around, I realized that my heart, hands, and backs were all covered with sweat, as was my forehead.

Leaning on the other person's wide and stable chest to breathe, I can see that the hand covering my mouth is a strong male arm, and I even smell a faint fruity fragrance on the other person's body, and feel the relaxation of the chest on the back. The next second, He really let go of his grip on me.

"I offended Miss in a hurry just now, I'm really sorry." A clear voice came from behind, I turned around and saw the other party bowing to me and apologizing, a brown fluffy head fell into my sight, the young man looked up When he started to look at me, his clear and flawless brown pupils were immediately reflected in my eyelids.

"You are... Lisa-senpai?" The brown-haired young man apologized and his eyes immediately changed from surprise to surprise.

I stared blankly at the young man's delicate and fair face, and searched all the memories in my brain in an instant, and then found the figure who was seated with the brown-haired young man. It seemed that there was only one young man in my memory That's what a boy would call me "Lisa-senpai".

The author has something to say: The new pit of tutoring 270, ask for support and irrigation~~~

You read it right, this is a sister-brother love story, the heroine is a very ordinary professional working woman, and she has a little steamed stuffed bun at home.

2. Memories

"Senior...are you Japanese too?" I still remember that young and shy boy as a picture