Summer of Fireflies

This is the first sentence the library staff said to me.

When I was in college in Rome, Italy, I often went to the library to borrow books, and every time I went to borrow books, I could often see a shy teenager smiling.

Typical oriental facial features, brown hair and fluffy hair, very similar to the grizzly bear pillow hanging on my bed, the boy's smile is very clean and green, and the brown-gray eyes are as clear and innocent as a rabbit when he looks at you and speaks , the kind that looks easy to bully.

At first, I didn’t have a deep impression of the boy. Apart from the fact that he helped me borrow books many times, the boy and I didn’t have much contact with each other.

There are countless orientals who come to study in Rome, Koreans, Chinese and Singaporeans are also orientals, and the boy’s handsome oriental face can’t be proved by other oriental faces who are also studying in Italy He turned out to be my fellow countryman strong evidence.

"I'm sorry, I see that senior sister often borrows books on Japanese cuisine in the library, so I mentally guess that senior sister is from Japan like me..."

When I looked at the young man suspiciously, the young man lowered his head and scratched his cheek in embarrassment. His clear voice was slightly nervous, as if he was afraid that I would be angry with him.

My initial impression was just a shy boy, because of his handsome appearance, although he was shorter than Westerners, he was better than his handsome features. When I was in the library, I saw a lot of enthusiastic Italians from a distance. Girls strike up a conversation with him, and the boy always appears very polite when talking to girls.

I have always preferred polite children, because there are not many Japanese students at the University of Rome, and I have always been used to being a loner. Speaking of it, the boy is the first fellow I met at the University of Rome.

The boy said that he just came to Rome not long ago, and he was not very fluent in Italian. When I saw the boy in the Italian class, as a senior sister, I helped him with his studies, although I didn’t know what I said. In the eyes of the young man, is the negligible help considered caring?

Italian is a compulsory course for teenagers, and I took Italian as an elective purely for graduation credits. Although the purpose is different, at least I took the Italian course with the teenager for half a semester, of course, only between classes Communication, other than that, I have almost no interaction with him.

"You are... Sawada-kun."

"Sister, don't you remember me?"

My affirmative sentence and the young man's interrogative sentence are in the same voice, and they are both in Japanese. The young man looked at me for a while, and I turned to him and smiled, "Long time no see, Sawada-kun." Very simple greeting, Don't ask him why he appeared here, or why he used me as a cover just now.

"Senior Lisa, too." The young man then smiled at me, his brows were gentle and his smile was light, even I, who was close at hand, could feel the young man's genuinely happy mood at this moment.

Seriously speaking, it seems that the boy and I haven't seen each other for five years. Five years is enough to make the young boy fade away and grow into a gentle and mature young man.

Staring at the young man's handsome face, I felt that the five years really flew by forever. During the few seconds when I was in a trance, the young man quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crack of the door. The wrist was firmly held by a broad palm, and I was just about to ask the young man what happened, but in a blink of an eye I heard footsteps approaching outside the door, and I was suddenly stunned.

This is a public toilet for women, and the young man is probably a man who entered by mistake. It is conceivable that the reason why the young man does not want to be discovered by others, I think the young man must be extremely embarrassed.

Subconsciously, I turned my face to look at the young man standing next to me, and found that his handsome face was as red as a haze at the moment. I covered my smile with my hands, trying to laugh out loud, but in the end I was forced to stop by the sound of footsteps coming in. Hold back.

After a few minutes, I saw two or three women stepping into the toilet while talking. The young man grabbed my hand and rushed out the door. We ran for a few meters in the corridor of the coffee shop and finally stopped in a quiet corner. down.

As soon as the young man let go of my hand, I put my hands on my knees and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. I didn't expect that the accidental reunion with the young man five years later turned out to be in the women's toilet. This is really a beautiful scene. By chance.

"Senior sister, don't laugh at me anymore." The young man scratched his fluffy brown hair with his hands, still blushing, looking embarrassed and extremely annoyed.

"I'm not laughing at you." I suppressed my smile and explained, then cleared my throat and said, "I'm laughing at you very seriously." Didn't you see that my expression is very serious now?

Brown-haired youth: "..."

The young man seemed to want to explain something to me, so I waved my hand at him with an expression of "you don't need to explain any more, I understand", to which the young man just sighed lightly.

"Sawada-kun...is he being chased by his father-in-law's family?" I asked very curiously.

"Hey, senior sister, why do you ask that?" The young man was really taken aback by my question.

"Because..." I pulled the ending on purpose, and winked at him mischievously, "Zawatian-kun is already a beautiful young man now."

Unintentionally, I made up the picture of a young man who was caught in a beautiful woman by a young lady and then resisted to death, so my smile instantly widened.

"...Sister." The brown-haired young man looked at me dumbfounded.

In fact, there is a reason why I ask this question. Italy is originally a place with many mafia gangs. The beauty of Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is not familiar with Malik, coupled with his soft and gentle appearance, will provoke The chances of a young lady from a mafia family peeping at his beauty are quite high, although I'm basically just making a harmless joke with him after a long-lost reunion.

Glancing at a group of lingering men in black suits not far away, the young man's expression immediately changed from helplessness to worry.

Pretending not to see the group of people, I turned my head and waved to the young man with a smile, and said, "Mr. Zetian, for your future girlfriend, you must protect your chastity. Let's see you again."

I didn't have time to see the young man's expression, so I turned and left the spot, because I knew there was another Malik waiting for me to dismiss.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I was busy writing my graduation thesis last week, so I didn't update it, and I will make it up later when I have time.

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3. The current security

It was a bit late when Malik was dismissed and An An was picked up again. The sunlight shining on the horizon was like a batch of dyed cloth soaked in a red bathtub, making the entire noisy city of Palermo red, and the surrounding buildings were covered with glowed red.

When I arrived at the entrance of Keke Kindergarten, there were not many people left inside. I looked up and saw An An standing alone at the door, her little white head drooping as low as a wilted eggplant.

"An'an." I called out to him as I walked towards him, the little guy raised his head when he heard the sound, his violet eyes instantly brightened like stars.

"Lisa~~" As soon as he saw it was me, he immediately threw himself on me happily, hugged my thigh and rubbed it happily.

I rubbed his little head lovingly, the fluffy silver hair looked very soft when I rubbed it, it reminded me of another person instantly.

"Lisa, you're late today." As soon as I picked him up, the little guy immediately wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his head in my arms. His childish voice was full of infinite grievances.

"Sorry, I met a colleague on the road and had a cup of coffee together, so I was a little late." It is true that I had coffee with Malik on the way, but we didn't meet on the road.

After hearing this, the little guy pretended not to care and murmured to me in a low voice: "Lisa didn't even take An An to heart, of course Lisa's colleagues are better than An An..."

I took a little black line, well, I can smell the strong sour smell so close to me.

"Okay, next time mom will come to pick you up first and then catch up with my colleagues, how about it?" I nodded his nose funny, then pinched his bulging bun face and smiled, "Look, An An's face It can fit two small buns."

Every time this guy gets awkward, he always has this bun face expression [If you ignore me because of others, I will show you my grievances], and it has never changed.

"Lisa, that's what you said." The little guy raised his head with a smile and showed me a big smile. The face changed so quickly, as if his grievances just now were all pretended by him, and it was indeed the case .

"Then, Ms. Lisa, I will leave An'an to you." The principal who locked the kindergarten door smiled and said goodbye to our mother and child.

Saying goodbye to the director, I took An An's hand and walked on the quiet Roman street. At dusk at this time, it was the peak of the flow of people leaving get off work, and the hurrying crowd was rushing home to reunite with their families.

"What did the teacher teach you today?" I asked his lesson as usual.

"It's nothing." The little guy replied, and then added with a flat mouth: "The teacher is not as good as Lisa...It hurts, Lisa, why are you hitting me?"

The little guy covered his painful head and looked at me resentfully, as if I had done something too much to him.

"Who told you not to respect your teacher?" Although I knocked him on the head, I finally couldn't help but rubbed the place where I just hit the pain, "A good boy must know how to respect the teacher, and you can't talk about the teacher behind your back. The bad words, An An wants to be a good boy who respects his teacher, understand?" I