Summer of Fireflies

After this, the little guy's cute eyes immediately switched to the anger of being abandoned by the resentful woman in the palace.

"Lisa, I want to break up with you!" He clenched his fists.

"Oh, it's up to you." It's really annoying for a child to be awkward.

"I want to divorce you!" The expression continued to be angry.

My tone turned cold, "I don't remember ever marrying you."

"Then, then I'm going to run away from home!" Someone still didn't give up.

"Oh." I said flatly, "Before you leave home, please remember to write me a letter from home." I don't believe that without money and clothes outside, where can you go?

"Hey, Lisa, you don't love me anymore, why don't you love me? If you don't love me, I'll find a noodle and hang myself to show you!"

"There is a rope outside." I reminded him.

The little guy was instantly heartbroken, "Lisa, how can you bully your son like this?! I want to tell Uncle Joseph and Aunt Catherine that you bullied me!"

Then I sneered, "I thought you had forgotten that you are my son."

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"I also have a plate of brownies hidden in the bottom shelf of the fridge."

The little guy's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists sadly, "...I am determined to turn grief and anger into food!" The little guy stomped and left the room, running fast.

I shook my head helplessly and sighed, sweets are An An's deathbed, I don't need to look at me to know that the little guy must be in a hurry to destroy his cake right now.

I turned my face, just in time to see the young man smiling "puchi" at the back of An An's "sorrowful and indignant" departure. The clean and bright smile of the young man under the sun is better than the clear blue sky for thousands of miles.

"Is that... what's so funny?" I tilted my head to express my incomprehension. In my opinion, the quarrel between An An and my mother and son is something that happens every three days, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it. ridiculous.

"It's nothing." The young man shook his head. He glanced at the sky outside the window, and the smile in the corner of his eyes softened unconsciously.

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18. Love everyday

Today is another sunny day. Sicily has a subtropical Mediterranean climate, with hot and dry summers and warm and rainy winters.

The midsummer in Sicily is coming to an end, and Palermo is still dry and hot during the day, but at night, the weather gradually turns cooler, and the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large.

Seeing that autumn is coming, I had to rummage through the cabinets and take out An An’s autumn clothes from the inside of the cupboard. The old clothes inevitably got some smell. It just so happened that the weather today was sunny, so I took out all the old clothes that should be washed. Went to bask in the sun.

It has been a week since the brown-haired young man lived in my place. The young man moved all his clothes and documents from the villa. The two rice bowls at home suddenly became three rice bowls. It didn’t have much impact on my daily life. Change.

...No, actually something has changed.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! I told you not to go there. Didn't you see the words written on the door? You were not defeated by the boss but trampled to death by the mobs. Let me tell you how useless your game talent is." Chai?!"

"Sorry, I seem to have lost my way."

"Can ordinary people get lost in the boss' bedroom while walking with a map? Can ordinary people be trampled to death by mobs? What about your skills and your weapons? Are they all decorations? Good? Forget it, log in again to resurrect, and I will be dragged down by you sooner or later as your partner! Anna is right, not afraid of god-like opponents, but pig-like teammates, you are worse than pig-like teammates .”

"...What is worse than a pig-like teammate?"

"Teammates who are not as good as animals."

"..."

"... May I ask where I am not as good as a beast?"

"When you were trampled to death by mobs just now, you crushed to death the kindest grass in the game."

"..."

I heard the above conversations as soon as I stepped into the room, and I didn't even know how to complain about An'an's last sentence, let alone the young man with a stiff expression.

"An'an, don't bully Zetian-kun too much." I smiled and took two cups of cappuccino iced coffee and put them on the table. The two people in front of the computer were sitting on the floor playing games happily.

"Thank you." The young man took the iced coffee on the table, turned his face and smiled at me.

"I didn't bully him, he was too useless." The little guy who was staring at the computer flattened his mouth, he looked at the cappuccino on the table, and pouted even higher, "Lisa, I want a latte, not a cappuccino.” Both a latte and a cappuccino are a type of Italian coffee, and the brewing steps are the same, except that the proportions of coffee, milk, and milk foam are slightly different. The proportion of milk in coffee is twice that of cappuccino.

"I want to make it myself." I gave him a cold look. If I have time to dislike the coffee I worked so hard to make, why don't I play games and help me share some housework.

After taking a sip of the cappuccino, the little guy immediately frowned, "Lisa, where is the sugar?" He put down the mouse.

I replied, "On the second level of the kitchen cupboard."

"It's not very bitter." The young man took a sip and glanced at another cup of coffee on the table strangely.

But within a few seconds, the little guy ran back again, still holding a can of brown sugar in his arms. He sat back next to the computer and poured the brown sugar into his coffee spoon by spoonful. My veins were throbbing beside me, I reached out decisively and snatched the can of brown sugar from his arms.

The little guy immediately raised his head and stared at me angrily: "Lisa, do you know what you are doing? You stole half of my life sugar!"

I twitched between my brows, "...Your sister is sugary, children should absorb more calcium to grow taller. I didn't see you sprinkle so much sugar when drinking milk in the morning. Do you want to have latent diabetes or do you want to have latent diabetes?" Suffering from early diabetes?"

"I don't think about any of them." The little guy blinked at me, and said in a serious tone: "Lisa, the doctor said I have hypoglycemia."

I raised my eyebrows and knocked him on the head, and stared with my arms akimbo: "Last time you said you were suffering from a sugar deficiency [you'll get dizzy if you don't eat sweets for a day]." By the way, how many excuses is this?

"Hey, did I say that?" The little guy tilted his head, then shook his silver-white soft head and said clearly, "I see, then I should say next time that I have [one day without sugar intake will lose weight] Die] terminally ill, so Lisa should believe me, right?"

...will believe that you are a ghost!

I resisted the urge to hit him again, turned around and took the brown sugar back to the kitchen. When I came back again, I still had a rag and a bucket of water in my hand.

"Life really needs sugar in order to be considered a complete life." An An next to the computer narrowed his eyes contentedly while sipping his coffee, and noticed that the young man seemed to be looking at him, and the little guy's expression immediately became vigilant, "Will you Look at me, I won't trade coffee with you either."

The young man's smile cracked for a second, "... Don't worry, I won't grab coffee with the children." "Who wants the coffee you drank!" The young man looked at each other and smiled, remembering that we also spoke in unison when we met for the first time. To some extent, this is also a small tacit understanding.

The little guy was furious when he heard that, "Lisa, you flirt with him in front of me, your son will definitely have the eye of a needle in the future?!"

My black line: "... isn't it growing now?"

The little guy said in a heavy tone: "It will be too late after a long time."

The young man reminded with a smile: "...Although I am sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you seem to have misunderstood the point of the question."

The point is not whether there will be a needle's eye, the point is that I didn't flirt with the young man and send that glance... Wrong, the point is that the little guy used the wrong idiom at the beginning, it seems that every time I talk to the little guy, it always ends up Will be inexplicably crooked, is it my fault or his fault?

"Senior, is there anything I can do for you?"

The young man who threw away the game came over and stood in front of me. The sunlight refracted in through the glass, casting a little halo on the young man's fair face. Compared with his weakness and paleness when he was sick and had a fever, the young man's complexion at this time is already pale. Much ruddy.

I thought for a while, then handed the wet rag to the young man, and went to get another rag in the bucket, "Wipe the glass on it for me." Above, I used to use a stick to hold up a rag to wipe it. Now there is a free laborer in the family, but I don't dare to ask young people to help me with housework.

"Is it here?" The young man rolled up his sleeves and stepped on the sofa, his hand holding the rag just reached the edge of the glass. The young man against the light looked back and smiled at me, feeling the young man wearing a hoodie and casual clothes at the moment He looks like a big boy next door, even his smile is full of sunshine.

Shaking off the inexplicable thoughts in my mind, I stood on the ground and looked up at the young conductor, "Move a little to the left, and it's better to wipe the far right as well. That's right, it's that piece of glass." No wonder every family has at least one piece of glass. There will always be a man, and height is the eternal pain of our women.

After cleaning the glass, the young man asked me where I needed his help. I stared at the young man’s sincere face and hesitated to speak. I was deliberating which words to use to politely decline the young man’s enthusiastic help. Unexpectedly, An An on the side spoke first. answered for me.

"Uncle Zetian, I suggest that you better not embarrass Lisa, I don't want to call the maintenance company for Lisa again."

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