Summer of Fireflies

Facing the brown-haired youth, it will be the same as last time, saying something impolite as soon as the brain heats up.

"I don't want it." The little guy pouted at me, his voice was extremely firm, "I want to monitor you." His eyes fell on the brown-haired young man sitting on the opposite sofa, and the little guy's eyes froze, and he said in an upright manner: "What is in the book?" Said, lonely men and widows are one of the situations where men and women are most likely to wipe out their sexual desires, what if I go back to the room, but you guys commit suicide here behind my back?"

The innocent brown-haired youth who was shot: "..."

I coughed lightly in embarrassment, and wanted to remind the little guy: In fact, the idiom "**" is not used in this way. What did you learn in the book?

However, it seemed that I usually allowed him to read the books on those bookshelves, so I deeply reviewed myself.

"If you don't go back to your room immediately, I won't let your Auntie Xiaochun send you comic books next week." I threatened.

The little guy thought about it, but he finally moved down the sofa reluctantly. Comic books are his third fatal weakness, "Lisa..." He turned his head three times at a step, with a weeping expression as if he was about to say something. You can tell by looking at it that they want me to take my life back.

"One more week off the cake." I pretended to cough lightly.

After hearing this, the little guy's violet eyes suddenly turned ashen.

"Lisa, why are you doing this to me? You obviously said you love me..." The eyes were filled with tears, and the tears were so wet that no one would have the heart to treat him like this.

I turned my heart to the ceiling, but being cute didn't work.

Seeing this, the little guy immediately relaxed his face, symbolically wiped away the non-existent tears, and turned to glaring maliciously at the brown-haired young man who had already disappeared into the background of the wall when I was talking to An'an.

The young man was puzzled, but he still maintained a gentle smile on his face.

The little guy put his nostrils on his hips and became old-fashioned for a while, "I tell you, if you dare to make Lisa's idea, I... I... I will make Lisa hate you!"

I:"……"

Brown-haired youth: "..."

After the little devil finally left, I looked at the young man apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zetian, An'an has never been used to being old or young at home."

The young man shook his head to express that he didn't mind, "Senior sister and An An...seems to be in a good relationship."

I don't know if he said this purely with emotion or envy, but it doesn't matter to me.

"Probably... because we are mother and son." I explained with a calm smile, and brought out the lemon pie and lemon smoothie that I had prepared, "Palermo is hot in summer, so you don't have to be polite to me, Sawada-kun." Thinking of There was also a watermelon brought by Uncle Joseph in the refrigerator, and I got up again to get the watermelon and cut it.

Then I cut the watermelon and the young man ate dessert gracefully. The atmosphere between the two of them was silent, and there was no topic to talk about for a while.

"Does Tsuna Yoshi-kun live alone?" Not used to the overly silent atmosphere in the hall, I asked him casually while cutting watermelon.The hall I saw when I went to the youth villa was clear and cold, and it didn't look like there were many people living there.

"It's like this at the moment." After a pause, the young man said again: "In a few days, my partners should come to see me."

"Guangji-kun's friends... Will Prison Temple Lord come too?" I instantly thought of a silver-haired and blue-eyed boy. Fortunately, I still remembered his name five years later, but his name was indeed good. Remember, surnames that combine the two characters "prison" and "temple" in prisons and temples are very rare in Japan.

I remember when I was taking Italian courses at the University of Rome, beside the brown-haired boy, I would always see a silver-haired boy frowning all the time with a vicious look on his face. But now, I probably can’t call the boy silver-haired anymore. A young man should be called a silver-haired youth.

"Senior, do you still remember Lord Prison?" The young man's pretty brows naturally arched.

"Of course I remember." I nodded. How could I forget the person who would stare at me with his green eyes every time Tsunayoshi Sawada talked to me? It should be said that he was a bad boy who treated the prison temple. The image impression is too deep, although I have not met him more than five times in total.

I remember the first sentence he said to me when we met for the first time was: "... hum." He ignored me at that time.

The words of the second meeting were: "Woman, why is it you again?"

The third meeting was Chi Guoguo's warning: "Woman, I don't care who you are or what purpose you have for approaching Judaime. I warn you to stay away from Judaime."

The fourth meeting was still a warning: "Women, don't think that you can get close to Judaime just by teaching Judaime Italian. I tell you that Judaimu won't like a woman like you."

The fifth meeting: "Woman, didn't I warn you not to pester Judaime anymore? Why are you still haunted!"

The word "Mu" in "Shidaimu" has the meaning of boss and leader, and the English translation is: BOSS.At the beginning, I didn't know who the "Judaime" in the silver-haired boy's mouth was referring to. Later, I found out that his most beloved Judaime was Tsunayoshi Sawada.

In fact, the original version of the dialogue between me and the prison temple official five times was like this:

⑴The first bad meeting:

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Kuruji-kun, she is my Lisa-senpai."

Prison Temple Hayato: "...huh."

I smiled: "Mr. Prison Temple? It is said that... in Italy, only animals can emit a single syllable from their nostrils when they say hello."

Prison Temple Hayato's eyes narrowed: "Woman, what did you just say?"

I tilted my head innocently: "Allah, am I talking about you, Lord Prison?"

The prison temple Hayato looked ferocious: "Woman, didn't you use the example of animals to scold me just now?"

I took a deep breath and said slowly: "... Priest Priest, I made up those words just now to deceive people. I didn't expect someone to be fooled."

Hayato Kidari wanted to take something out of his arms, but was stopped by Tsunayoshi Sawada in time: "Kuuji-kun, calm down!!!"

⑵The second bad meeting:

Prisoner Hayato: "Woman, why is it you again?"

I gave him a white look: "Why can't it be me, this road is not yours."

Prison Temple Hayato: "Woman, you really linger!"

Me: "Young man, you are making trouble for no reason!"

Hayato Gakuji clenched his fists: "You hateful woman...Damn it!" He was almost pissed off by me.

This time and the next few times, there was no boy from Zetian to persuade him to fight.

([-]) The third bad meeting:

Prison Temple Hayato: "Woman, I don't care who you are or what purpose you have for approaching Judaime. I warn you to stay away from Judaime."

My reaction: "Kuji-kun... who is Judaime? Are you a lover?"

⑷The fourth bad meeting:

Prison Temple Hayato: "Woman, don't think that you can get close to Judaime just by teaching Judaime Italian. Let me tell you, Judaimu won't like a woman like you."

Me: "...So, who is Judaime? Could it be that he is not your lover, but your man?" At that time, I was called the one who was shocked after learning the "truth".

⑸The fifth bad meeting:

Prison Temple Hayato: "Woman, didn't I warn you not to pester Judaime anymore? Why are you still haunted!"

I tilted my head: "Ala, is Prison Lord jealous?"

Jidai Hayato: "...Judaime, don't stop me today, I will kill this hateful woman for Tian Xingdao!"

Five short meetings ended in the failure of the silver-haired boy, which only shows that the venomous tongue of the fried-haired boy is still too tender compared to mine.

"What are you laughing at, senior sister?" When I was immersed in the good memories with the silver-haired boy, the young man sitting opposite called me in time.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something from the past." I smiled and added: "It's related to Lord Prison."

The young man seemed to recall something, and then he smiled like me.

"But then again, is Mr. Prison Temple's persecution delusion cured now?" I blinked narrowly and asked the young man curiously.

The young man was stunned: "Persecution paranoid?"

I smiled and explained to the young man: "Because Prison Lord's face is written every time: [If you dare to approach and hurt my most beloved Zetian-kun, I will kill him so that he can't even recognize his mother] …Such an expression, Sawada-kun, what do you mean if this is not persecution paranoia?” Although the victim of persecution paranoia is not himself.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly: "... Prison Master will cry when he hears these words, senior sister."

I immediately shook my head and said, "Zetian-kun, you are wrong, Yuji-kun, he won't cry, he will just explode on the spot. Just thinking about that expression makes me feel very funny."

Youth black line: "...that's true." What he said was tantamount to acquiescing to what I said.

The author has something to say: The literature and art in the previous chapter just wanted to express a point of view.

So I found that the more diligent I was, the less I left messages. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I originally wanted to rely on messages and daily updates to climb the monthly rankings, but I have no hope for you [Shake face]

9. The Day of Disappearance

"Lisa Lisa, come here quickly."

I was still busy making soup and cooking rice in the kitchen with my apron on, when the little guy rushed over and I pulled him out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong, An An?" I looked at my watch, at this time... If I guessed correctly, An An should be in the middle of a video call with Xiaochun.

Haru's full name is Haru Miura, she is my cousin who is far away in Japan, and her parents are my uncle and aunt.