Summer of Fireflies

Understand the past related to youth, who else knows the past of youth better than Aunt Nana?

Was I always alone before junior high school...it must be very lonely, I stared at the smoke exhaust device in the kitchen in a daze.

I remember the night before the young man moved in Palermo, I asked him:

"Tsuna Yoshi-kun, why did you choose the path of the mafia?"

——Obviously he has more and better choices.

"Probably because... I have something I don't want to lose."

When he said this, the young man turned half his face sideways, his slender body turned into a long gray shadow, dragged by the dim yellow light, and reflected on the wall in the hall.

Only the light with a soft smile in his eyes was shining brightly by the light above his head, like a star that would shine at night.

I used to not quite understand why he chose the path of the Mafia, but now, through the past related to him described by Aunt Nana, I can understand the choice of the young man a little bit.

From being alone to being with a group of friends who have gone through life and death, it is easy to get acquainted, but it is difficult to talk to each other. I walked through the ups and downs with my partners, and unknowingly established a bond that no one can part with, and this comrade-in-arms The fetters of each other gave each other the warmth to absorb loneliness.

It is easy for ordinary people to obtain friendship, but the mafia is different. The friendship of the mafia needs to pass the test of fighting together to slowly build mutual bonds. Therefore, the friendship from the battle experience is more precious than the friendship purely formed by ordinary people. .

Precisely because it is precious, I don't want to lose it even more.

In what I thought was an ordinary day-to-day life, the young man had to fight to protect his partner and his ordinary life.

The reason is actually very simple.

Just like A will envy B, B will envy C, and C will envy A, people's envy is like a spiral in an infinite loop.

Ordinary people envy the exciting life of the mafia, and the mafia envy the peaceful life of ordinary people. People in the city want to go out, and people outside the city want to come in.

"Then have you ever regretted it?"

――Have you ever regretted your choice, Tsunayoshi-kun?

"Because it's too late to cherish, so there's no time to regret it."

When he answered this sentence, the whole face of the young man was smiling. A shallow smile stretched from the corner of his mouth and extended to the tip of his eyebrows. The light reflected his delicate outline deeply and distinctly. A little bit of warm light shines through.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is a very ordinary man, he longs for an ordinary life.And if he wanted to live an ordinary life, the only way left was through fighting.

In order to protect what they do not want to lose, youth have no choice.

Suddenly, I feel very distressed for the young man, and I feel sorry for him who is carrying such a heavy burden alone, but he can still smile at us calmly and gently.

As a BOSS, he is the backbone of his partners, and protecting them is his lifelong belief.But who will be the pillar of youth?

Friendship can replace family affection, but it cannot replace love.

Walking alone in the long dark night, I don't know how far he has to go in the dark world before he can meet a partner who is willing to be his pillar.

If you don't find it, won't the young man have to be lonely for a lifetime?

"Lisa, the soup is ready."

Aunt Nana's gentle voice brought me back to my wandering thoughts in time.

I hurriedly removed the lid of the pot, but unexpectedly the boiling soup splashed onto my hands, my hands slipped, and the lid was put back on again.

"How do you remove the lid of the pot with your bare hands?" Aunt Nana complained next to me, and I sucked on my burned fingers.Aunt Nana conjured up a rag from nowhere and lifted the lid of the pot, then took her finger out of my mouth and put it under the faucet to turn on the water.

The cold water dilutes the pain of the burn, but the index finger is still red and swollen.

I wanted to stay and help, but Aunt Nana pushed me out of the kitchen with a serious face: "Remember I put the Band-Aid in the top drawer of the cabinet in the hall."

"Hi, hi." In fact, the burnt finger was just a minor injury, and Aunt Nana wanted to make a fuss, so I had no choice but to step out of the kitchen.

The voices in the hall were still very noisy. Thinking of what I was thinking just now, I suddenly paused when my eyes fell on the young man.

His eyes were tightly glued to the side face where he was talking and laughing with Kyoko, and he couldn't leave it anymore.

The two seemed to be talking about something happy. The young man smiled softly with his eyebrows curled up and his eyelashes curled up. Jingzi also bowed his head and smiled lightly.

I suddenly remembered that Kyoko was still a young man's ex-girlfriend before. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold my breath, and looked away sadly.

Even though he knew that he and Kyoko had become lovers in the past tense, his stuffy heart was still filled with panic.

The heavy heartbeat couldn't prevent the jealous heart that was buried in my chest and wanted to scream out. On the one hand, I believed that they should have no special relationship after breaking up, and on the other hand, I couldn't help being jealous of Kyoko, jealous that she used to be able to Standing at the place closest to the youth's heart.

My fingernails dug into the palm of my hand, and I hurriedly walked away from them who smiled lightly.

Kyoko is also my friend now, and she considers me her older sister, but now I'm jealous of her for no reason.

And being so jealous of my friend, does this mean that my feelings for young people have reached the point where even I myself may not be able to control it?

It's just... terrible.

I paced irritably, and soon reached the place where there were cabinets for storing things in the hall.

The top drawer is a bit high, and I couldn't reach the drawer even with my feet. I was about to give up decadently, but there was a tall shadow beside me.

"Whatever sister wants to take, let me help you."

The tall black-haired young man looked down at me with a kind smile full of sunshine.

I was stunned, and then pointed to the young man who helped me get the Band-Aids in the drawer and a few bottles of medicinal wine to reduce swelling, "Thank you so much, Yamamoto-kun." I held the medicine box and was grateful for the young man's help.

"It's nothing." The black-haired young man touched his short dark hair, and smiled with a row of brilliant white teeth: "Where is the senior sister hurt? Do you need my help?"

"No, it's just a burnt finger." I found a bottle of anti-swelling medicine from the bottles and jars. I opened the bottle and tried to wipe it on myself, but found that my left hand was shaking violently, and some medicinal wine was not aimed at the wound. It spilled on the ground, and even the cotton swab was not stable.

"It's better for me to help you." The black-haired young man snatched the things in my hand and smiled. I scratched my face in embarrassment, handed the cotton swab to the young man and stopped being brave.

The young man began to use medicinal wine to reduce my swelling, and then carefully put on a Band-Aid for me. A series of processes seemed to be skillful.

"Does Yamamoto-kun often help people nurse wounds?" I secretly guessed.

"No, it's because I'm often injured too." The young man's smile was still hearty.

"..."

Suddenly, I don't know how to continue this topic. The black-haired young man is also a mafia, and getting injured should be a very common thing for him.

When I was silent, I kept staring at the face of the black-haired young man. His eyebrows were raised, his nose was sharp, and his resolute lines were clearly defined. There was a small scar on his chin, but it did not damage his handsome face at all.

Undoubtedly, this is a very handsome young man, and he always has a very comfortable sunshine on his body.

He has a sunny personality, and is considerate and considerate to girls. Speaking carefully, Takeshi Yamamoto is the ideal husband candidate in my mind.But...why is such a good young man a mafia, I thought with regret.

When the slender palms of the black-haired young man pinched my fingers, I felt a rough feeling of rapid friction from the skin.

If I hadn't seen the young man carrying a bamboo knife at Janice's wedding last time, I wouldn't have known that the black-haired young man was a swordsman with a knife.

I always think swordsman is a very handsome profession, although he is a mafia, I smiled to myself, maybe I read too many comics.

"Okay." The young man smiled and let go of my fingers, and put the medicine box back in the drawer by the way.

"Well, thank you."

I flipped my fingers over and over, and the band-aid on the index finger was very neat and beautiful. I couldn't help but praise the young man's skillful and almost perfect technique.

"Be careful next time in the kitchen, and don't get hurt casually." The expression of the black-haired young man standing in front of me suddenly became serious: "Although a small injury is small, if it is not treated properly, it can sometimes be fatal. .”

I chuckled, amused by his suddenly serious expression.

Seeing the young man's brows furrowed tightly, I quickly corrected my attitude and restrained my smile: "Well, I will definitely not be careless next time."

...Wait, it seems that some lines have been messed up, well, just ignore it.

When I turned back to the kitchen, I passed the place where the young man was talking to Kyoko again. This time the young man did not talk to Kyoko again. He crossed his hands and propped up his chin, his bangs hanging down freely, covering his slender eyelashes.

The young man looked at the ground without focus, as if he had been sitting there alone for a long time.

Seeing me looking at him, the young man raised his eyes as if feeling something, and then quickly looked away. If I hadn't been sharp-eyed, I would have missed the disappointment that flashed across his eyes when he turned his eyes away.But why did he show a disappointed expression?I'm skeptical about this--

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There will probably be JQ in the last few chapters, I am worried that I will delay until 27 words to finish QAQ

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"Aunt Nana, you