Summer of Fireflies

The fish I inserted seemed to be my trophy.

The young man froze for a moment, and then gave me a smile that was more dazzling than the sun. His long eyelashes were slightly curved, and the warm color in his eyes swayed in circles at the bottom of his eyes.

In a trance, a figure quickly flashed in my mind. That person had the same brown hair and brown eyes as the youth, and also had the same heart-warming smile. Compared with the current youth, that person's face was a little immature. In an instant, I seemed to see the young man who smiled at me when I was a child.

Holding the harpoon tightly, I lowered my eyes and said, "Gangji-jun, have I met you before?"

"Huh?" The young man focused his attention, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of my words.

"I mean a long time ago."

Otherwise, why do I have your childhood figure in my memory, obviously before that, the University of Rome in Italy was the first time we met.

The brown eyes reflected the color of the setting sun, and the young man's expression was lost for a moment: "It should...impossible... right." He lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if trying to deny something.

Also, how could I have met a young man before college, and it was still in his childhood, when I was lying obediently in a vegetable state in the hospital, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was impossible. The absurd thought came out of my mind, I put the fish on the harpoon into the bucket, and turned my back to the young man, I quickly inserted another fish.

The young man was holding the bucket of fish because of his poor craftsmanship. I put the small fish inserted into the bucket again, and looked at the two small fish that looked like gossamer. ...not impossible...

"Hey, Tsunaji-kun, if one person has the memory of two people, do you think it's a strange thing?"

Just like just now, I obviously don't know how to use spearfishing techniques, but my mind tells me that I should do so. In fact, I have successfully caught fish because of this.

If a scientist found out that the memory in my head was abnormal, they would have been arrested and taken to the laboratory for dissection and analysis. For weird people who have something to do with strange things, most people will feel horrified.

I have never dared to tell others that I have another memory, even in front of my relatives, I can't say it, but today I said it easily, is it because I subconsciously feel that the youth Are you willing to believe me, so I dare to say it boldly?

The young man opened his mouth to say something to me but I interrupted in the middle: "Gang Ji-jun, you will never be able to catch fish in your whole life with such a brain like you just now, you can take me to teach you." I took the harpoon Stuffed it into the hands of the young man, and took the bucket containing the fish himself.

Half an hour later, "these fish are enough to cook a pot of fish soup." I smiled with satisfaction while holding the bucket, and the sunset in the distance fell to the horizon. : "Let's go back quickly, Rebecca should be back too."

"What did you say?" Through the rustling wind, I saw the young man standing in the middle of the water smiling at me, and his long brown hair shook a few times in the breeze.

He wriggled his lips and said something to me, but I didn't hear clearly, and then the young man went ashore step by step.

"What were you talking about?" I repeated.

"It's nothing." Qingrun's voice was slightly low.

"Really?" I looked suspicious, seeing the young man walking away, I quickly followed his footsteps.

"Five years ago, you said that you would invite me to taste your handicraft. Senior sister, you shouldn't break your promise today, right?" He blinked and quickly changed the subject, his eyes full of expectant smiles.

I paused: "I didn't expect you to remember this kind of agreement?!" If it were me, I would have forgotten all about the agreement 800 years ago.

"Well, since I'm a senior, I remember it very clearly."

"Huh?"...Is this the logic of the horse? !My brain is clouded.

Because I walked relatively slowly, the people in front deliberately slowed down to wait for me until my shadow and his shadow slowly overlapped in the last afterglow.

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42. Honkai Line

How poor does a family have to be to not even have a drop of living ingredients such as sauce, vinegar, rice, oil and salt?

Rebecca's home can be described with the four words "house with bare walls".

Although the 50 euro coin I gave Libica is not worth much, it can at least help her buy back some living ingredients and basic ingredients for cooking.

Because of the limited materials, I only copied some home-cooked dishes for dinner, plus the delicious fish soup. Libica almost wolfed down the food when she ate. She even licked the bottom of the bowl clean, and her expression was still unsatisfied. Rebecca, I paused for a moment while biting the chopsticks, my throat choked up inexplicably.

The treatment of orphans in Santa Maria Monastery is better than that of Libika, at least they don’t have to worry about food and clothing. I don’t know how Libika survived the year when she lost her parents. Every night, but I can imagine how hard it must be to worry about food and clothing every day.

There are far more unfortunate children in this world than you can imagine.

Human beings are like this. Once you compare the misfortunes of other people, you will know how much happier your current life is than others.

There is no detergent for washing dishes, no soap and detergent for washing clothes, no shampoo and shower gel for washing hair, and even for bathing, you need to boil water with firewood before you can take a bath. The few hours I stayed at Libica’s house, I sincerely I experienced what is called rural life below the poverty line, but neither the youth nor I complained.

After taking a shower, I changed back to the clothes I dried. I felt refreshed all over my body. As expected, I still can’t get used to Rebecca’s mother’s clothes. I will take the changed clothes to the door after I wash them. After drying on the outer bamboo poles, the night was too dark to see the bottom of the road.

There wasn't much entertainment to do in the evening, and we all went to bed early, but the problem was that Rebecca had only one wooden bed at home.

That wooden bed was originally used by Rebecca to sleep with her parents. After her parents died, Rebecca has been sleeping on that wooden bed.

"I can sleep in my brother's bed." She pointed to a small bed in another room.

The crib belonged to Rebecca's younger brother, who died of illness at the age of five, leaving the crib alone and moldy.

The small bed was about one meter long, and with Libica's thin height of more than 1.3 meters, she could barely squeeze into the small bed.

As for the big bed she was sleeping on, when Libica readily said who would give it up to us, the young man and I had a very unnatural look on our faces at the same time.

"Aren't you husband and wife?" Rebecca gave us a strange look.

"No."

"……how is this possible?!"

The young man and I spoke in unison, looked at each other, and quickly moved away. I know that now is not the time for me to be hypocritical, but I still feel very embarrassed in my heart.

This time when I met the young man, every time I faced him, my heartbeat would be abnormal. If it were me before, I would definitely not have so many awkward thoughts now.

Recently, when I get along with young people, I always feel that something is different from before, but subconsciously I don't want to admit this abnormality, which is very contradictory.

"Not husband and wife?! I always thought you were husband and wife." Rebecca rarely showed a look of surprise.

"Tch, it's obviously very similar..." She held her chin with one hand and muttered in a low voice, obviously not believing our tone.

...Where does it look like? !I'm sorry for misunderstood you.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Rebecca asked suddenly, her dim gray pupils staring straight at me and the young man.

"Yeah." The young man nodded with a light smile.

"Reluctance for us to leave?" I bent down and rubbed her dry hair, but Libica frowned and patted her away.

"Who doesn't want you to leave?!" Libica glared at me viciously, "Get out early tomorrow!" She ran into her room and slammed the door hard, and at the end she didn't forget to show her head and added maliciously: "I wish you would be happy when you die, hum!"

The wooden door slammed shut, and I frowned and smiled slightly, taking Libica's "duplicity" behavior as a sign of her anger.

The night is long, and the rest is bedtime. The wooden house is dark, and there is no moonlight coming in from the window. There is only one pillow on a wooden bed. The young man is on one side, and I am on the other side. Can't see each other.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the darkness. I don’t know how long it has passed. I lay on the hard wooden bed very uncomfortable. There was a cold wind blowing through my nose. The wooden window opposite the door was not firm. Under the irrigation of the cold wind, I Can't get any sleepiness.

"Gun Ji-kun, are you already asleep?" I curled up and asked.

"No."

The voice passing through the air was very clear, and it seemed that he was not asleep either.

"Hey, Tsunayoshi-san, can I take Rebecca with me tomorrow?" I asked the young man for advice, and when I saw Rebecca's extremely difficult life, I wanted to take her to Bale Mo's thoughts.

"I want to take her to Sister Sallie."

It’s not that I want to take Rebecca home to be my adopted daughter, but that I want to take Rebecca to the convent of Santa Maria. I’m sure Sister Sally will welcome her. The orphanage is meant to bring