[JOJO] God knows what I've been through

My name is Celicio Romano, and I'm an Italian girl in adolescence.His father was a wealthy merchant in Rome, and his mother was a beauty second to none, with a sculptural face and fair skin.The two moved after they got married in Milan, and now we live in a mansion in Rome, the capital of Italy, and live a carefree life every day.

It's just—my original name was not Celicio Romano, but Celicio Buccarati.

Originally, my father was not this handsome, well-off, well-spoken gentleman, but an ordinary fisherman in a small fishing village.I still vaguely remember that my brother and I were huddled in the corner of the room at that time, watching the silent confrontation between father and mother, and the salty smell permeated every corner of the air.

I'm not scared at all, but my brother Bruno, who has been standing in front of me, looks preoccupied.

I am in favor of the divorce of my parents. My brother and I have the opposite attitude on this point.The mother is very beautiful, and the conditions of her natal family are not too bad, while the father is just an ordinary fisherman.

When the family was separated, the mother with good living conditions was going to a big city. According to the law, the father and mother had to bring a child each.

The mother also loved her father at the beginning. She knew that her father's family was not very good, so she offered to take the two children away.This will not only reduce the pressure on the father, but also allow the two children to receive the best education.

I said yes, but Bruno refused.

He felt sorry for his abandoned father and was unwilling to leave with his mother.Compared with me, my mother obviously prefers Bruno as a boy. Of course, if Bruno is unwilling to leave, she has nothing to do.

I also hate my father, but I want to realize my dream more than my father.

My dream is to be a painter.

Fortunately, after my mother and I left, my mother soon fell in love with a handsome gentleman. The wealthy businessman named Romano was an authentic southern Italian. I don’t mind accepting my existence——but I suspect that this has a lot to do with my hair color, because my hair color is the same as that gentleman’s, it is brownish red, maybe my hair color is more Reddish, like the Dutch.

My stepfather is very old, about 30 years older than my mother, has no children, and has no ability to reproduce, so he made me the first heir and paid a huge amount of money to send me to study in Paris. draw.

I think I'm still lucky.

As the saying goes, one cannot forget one’s roots, and sometimes I sneak back to that small fishing village with some money to give my father and elder brother some subsidies.At the beginning, my brother rejected me, saying that I couldn't be supported by a woman.

I was so angry that I shoved the money into his hand and then punched him in the face.

"Can't you see that my father has had a hard life!!!! I earned all the money by selling paintings myself!!! Can't I feel sorry for my father!!!"

Eventually Bruno took the money.

It's just that I didn't dare to visit my father. If possible, I hope he can forget me. After all, seeing me will definitely bring back his bad memories.

I have come and gone so many times, and naturally I will not go well every time.Finally, one time, I was watched by someone.

The three scruffy-dressed hooligans in front of them didn't seem to be any honest gentlemen at first glance. They guessed that the little girl was leaving alone and wanted to rob her of money and sex.

I have been good at fighting since I was a child. At that time, I picked up my specially customized iron picture clip and slammed it towards the faces of those people frantically.

At the most critical moment, a person pulled out his gun and wanted me to shoot it. Before I could react, a strange human figure appeared in front of me, and directly clamped the bullet with his fingers.

That was also the first time I saw a "stand-in".

"So, you cut your hair off?"

Brother Bruno frowned and looked at my super short hair, with a distressed expression on his face.I used to have waist-length red curly hair. I kept it for so many years and lost it all of a sudden. Brother Bruno would naturally feel distressed.

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

I didn't mind touching Qi Er's short hair, and picked up my drawing board.

"Short hair is more convenient for painting, isn't it? And there are so many hooligans here, so short hair is also convenient for fighting."

"Did you meet someone who harassed you!!??" Brother Bruno's expression became more tense.

"Why are you so nervous? You couldn't beat me when you were young." I shook my head helplessly, not intending to reveal anything about my "stand-in".

"In a few days, I will go to Paris to study painting for a long time. I will send money back home regularly. Although I have no contact with him now, he is also my biological father. Brother, will you go to Rome in the future?"

"I have no idea..."

My brother seemed to be struggling with something, I shrugged helplessly and patted him on the shoulder.

"If you are going to Rome, I can cover you, although I think you will definitely not agree."

"I have my own goals." Brother Bruno said.

"That's the best." I tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good luck, my brother."

The days of painting in Paris naturally passed quickly, because I was immersed in the world of painting, and I often completely forgot everything, but I don’t know why, no matter how I paint, I feel that there is something missing in the painting .

For example, the golden maple leaf forest I painted in front of me obviously used the most expensive paint, and I painted it for many days, but I couldn't achieve the effect I wanted no matter what.

I was lying in the huge studio, looking at my failed work, and in a trance, the light blue human figure appeared in front of me, looking down at me.

"[Scavenger], you are here..."

I reached out and touched his face. [Scavenger] I named this guy after he took a shot for me years ago and I started working on him.

Although this guy is strong, he completely obeys my orders, and at the same time, the injuries he receives will also be added to my body.Although this is very troublesome, I unexpectedly discovered that this guy has a strange power.

For example - some of his strange abilities.

The reason why I named him [Scavenger] is because I moved to a new house at the beginning, and after painting, the house was a mess, and I was too lazy to clean it up, which made it even more messy.As a result, when I inadvertently summoned [Scavenger], I found that this guy could actually clean up the dust—the dust was completely settled, and the air seemed to become fresh all of a sudden.

During that time, my painting entered a bottleneck period, and some of the bad qualities inherited from my parents were exposed.When I'm in a bad mood, I tear up my paintings, smash things, or scratch my hair in an empty room... and the scavenger can always clean everything up at the end.

After discovering this feature, I started to explore other abilities of [Scavenger].

After a series of experiments on my part, I finally discovered what [Scavenger's] so-called abilities really are. The ability of the [scavenger] is to extract purity, to make [objects] more pure.

Remove impurities and make them pure... This ability is a little surprising.

However, as a painter, I naturally used my abilities on my paintings at the first time, using [Scavenger] to attack my paintings. After a while, I had a very pleasant discovery.

My painting... finally became what I wanted most!

Taking out all the impurities in the painting, the most complete preservation of his most original appearance in my heart!This is what I am after! ! !

The contradiction was solved, and my thoughts seemed to become clear all of a sudden. With the completion of the next few paintings, I finally opened my own theme painting exhibition in Paris.

My stepfather was also very pleased about this, but after I finished the art exhibition, my father wrote me a letter, saying that he wanted me to come back because my mother was critically ill.

I went back, but... missed the final funeral.

My stepfather hid a lot of things. He didn't want me to be affected by my mother's death, so he told me the news after I finished the exhibition.

In this way, I became the last daughter of old Mr. Romano.The stepfather was not in very good health, but he had a large fortune. Obviously, other relatives of the stepfather also noticed this.I thought about it for a while, and went back to seriously discuss this matter with my father.

Eventually I ended my studies in Paris and returned to my stepfather.

Rome is not much worse than Paris, but obviously, I am more popular in Paris.Because I am the daughter of Mr. Romano and a young and promising female painter, I think most people should know my standard short red hair and sharp sea blue eyes, so that I will always Quite a few people greeted me.

In order to avoid the same thing in Rome, I came here very low-key, I didn't even tell my boyfriend other than my stepfather and Rosie the housekeeper.

"So, father, are you going to hand over the property here to me?"

When my stepfather told me that he would hand over his property in Naples to me, the expression on my face was distorted.

"Father, you know... I don't want to deal with those guys at all. I'd rather go to Professor Sika's class than see the faces of those old guys."

Professor Sika is the most ignorant teacher here. He spends his days doing nothing. Taking his class might as well go home and draw.

"Sericio, you know...you are my last child. My property...I don't want to give it to anyone but you."

The stepfather's eyes were extraordinarily determined. Regarding this matter, he basically did not regress in any way.

"All right...."

"Your brother seems to be over there too. If you go there, you should be able to take care of him, right?"

"That's right.... Wait!!! Dad, do you know about my brother???"

I patted the table in shock and retracted my hand after realizing that I was impolite, and returned to my ladylike appearance.

"When I found out that you went to a small fishing village secretly when you were a child, I sent someone to protect you secretly. Since it is your elder brother, then you will be very worried about him."

"Who, who is worried about that bastard!!"

I covered my face, but I was still warm for a moment.

"I know!!! Can't I go!!!"

——————This is the real beginning of my life, Celicio Romano.

The author has something to say:

Instructions for reading:

When I wrote this book, I was in the bottleneck period. The previous writing was actually very bad, but the latter will be much better.

Thanks to every reader who can keep reading, stupid author Wen Chou, thank you for your likes (bow)

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Stand-in name [Scavenger], the ability is to remove impurities and change the composition of objects.behind the panel will say.