[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

The inheritance ceremony of the Kirionello family is not particularly complicated, but the time on the invitation letter is much earlier than the official start time. After all, the leader of this family is too special, and there are always many people who want to take advantage of the inheritance ceremony to start Go talk to them about something.

I said hello to my father and slipped out of the venue quietly.

The venue is basically full of leaders of various families. If it is just an ordinary banquet, I can chat with some people about some irrelevant topics and develop a relationship that surpasses that of friends. It may not be fuel-efficient to stand here. Naturally, he will not be interested in my vase.

When I was approaching the edge of the venue, I saw ?g Tian.

The eyes of Vongola X met with me who happened to raise my head for a moment, and we quickly tilted our heads and lowered our heads, pretending that we didn't see anything.

This is really not a suitable occasion for reminiscing about the old days, even ? G Tian thought so.

It’s fine on weekdays, but today I’m here as “one of the heirs of the Marino family”, and if I get too close to Peng Lie, it will cause unnecessary suspicion.After all, my brother is not a kind-hearted character.

I walked around the venue with the hem of my skirt.

The lawn of the Kirioneiro family is much bigger than I imagined. I wandered around like a headless chicken. wreath in hands struggle.

She doesn't seem to be very good at manual work. The delicate stems and leaves of the plants are crumpled and hang down in the girl's hands.

In order to save those plants that could not be saved and there was no need to save them, I stepped forward, took those flowers from the girl, twisted them together, and made a "wreath" that looked like that .

By the Virgin Mary, I can't actually make a wreath either.

I gently placed the twisted "garland" on the opponent's head, only to find that the palm of my hand was dyed a strange dark green by the sap of the plant.

The girl supported the "garland" with one hand and tugged at the hem of my clothes with the other, and whispered, "I don't think the garland is made like this."

"I know it's not made like this," I rubbed my hands, barely rubbing off some of the color on my hands, "but I don't know how to weave, can you?" It's pretty good that I can twist these flower branches together up.

I spent twelve years as a fugitive. At that time, the most stable time for me was the few hours in school every day.There are some weird rules among the mafia, not to shoot easily at the teaching facilities is one of them, and after enjoying those few hours of tranquility, I will run on the long coastline of Sicily.

I have no experience of enjoying quiet time with my family on a lawn, let alone such a pointless and tedious skill as wreath weaving.

The other party shook his head.

"You see, at least they're a ring." I stared down at the clusters of plant stems and leaves on her head, and said nonsense without guilt, "You look good on it."

The other party's facial features are very delicate, even in the whole of Italy, she is a rare beauty.There is a flower-shaped birthmark under the corner of her left eye, which makes the originally young girl appear inexplicably sacred, but if it must be described, it is easy to remind people of the Virgin Mary.

It is unlikely that a girl with outstanding looks will be unknown in Sicily. Money, power, and women are almost the lifelong pursuits of men who have been involved in the mafia. They have no reason to leave the beauty alone.

A beautiful girl from a big family is an excellent bargaining chip, while a beautiful girl from a small family is a tool used to show favor to others in the power field.My father tried to make me his mistress too, but as you can see, he didn't succeed.

Because he found that the benefits of keeping me free were far greater than sending me away.

I looked at each other calmly.

I am very confident in my intelligence network in Sicily, but I can also say with certainty that I have never heard of the girl in front of me.Judging from the results, I'm afraid the power behind this child is not something I can provoke casually.

Ordinary forces would not be able to hide such an eye-catching child.

The little girl lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, and when she raised her head again, she agreed with my statement.

I think it was the phrase "you look good in a wreath" that pleased her.

That's why I said that children are easy to deceive.

"What's your name?" I took out a handkerchief from the bag I was carrying and wiped my sticky palm. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with my right hand, I stretched it out in front of the girl. "My name is Cecilia."

Cecilia, not Marino.

I want my personal relationships to be clean and unrelated to family feuds.I want to get to know the girl in front of me not because of the kind of person standing behind her, but simply because she didn't refuse the "garland" I twisted up.

Children are always more frank and straightforward than adults. Before they understand how dirty the world they live in is, they will maintain the innocence unique to cubs and look at the whole world with harmless eyes.

And adults can't, and neither can I.

The more you know, the less you can use pure thoughts to think about what you see.Every thought we have is filthy, and every step we take is a consideration of our gains and losses.

"Youni." The other party also reached out and took mine.The moment her hands came into contact, the girl's aura changed slightly, which made her look a bit old-fashioned.

Neither of us gave our surnames, which is a little tacit understanding between me and Youni.

When I retracted my hand, I heard Youni mutter something softly, judging from the syllables, it seems to be "death for four generations".

"Did you say something?" I asked subconsciously.

She was taken aback for a moment, then she reacted and smiled at me, "No, I'm talking to myself."

I think this little girl is very interesting.

Ten minutes before the succession ceremony began, I crossed my hands and watched as Yoni picked up a few long white flowers from the grass.This time she learned how to behave, and picked out the kind of plants with long and tough stems and leaves, and then handed them to me to screw on the original "garland".

After a while, what could have been called a "garland" turned into a strange hat for us.

Yoni looked at the messy pile of flowers in embarrassment.

"It should be useless." I shook the flowers and plants in front of her twice, "throw them away."

"But I want to weave a wreath for Gamma," she said. "He used to do it for me."

γ should be the name of her friend or guardian.I think.Although I don't know why someone would give such a strange name, but after all, it's not my family's business, and it's not good to ask too much.

With a serious expression on my face, I called Coulom and spent ten minutes asking her how to weave a wreath.The person on the other end of the phone was a little confused, but fortunately, she didn't ask me what I wanted to make a wreath, but she described the steps of making a wreath to me seriously.

Five minutes before the start of the inheritance ceremony, Yoni and I finally tossed out a wreath with a strange shape but still solid.

"It's kind of ugly," I said, "but it's solid."

"Will γ like it?" The little girl was a little uneasy, "What if he doesn't like it?"

I wondered if such an ugly garland could be used as a gift. Besides, we are still young, so we probably wouldn’t be able to put it on Mr. Gamma’s head.In order not to dampen the child's self-confidence, I patted her head with my dirty hands: "No, this is made up by Youni himself."

Only then did Youni's uneasy expression relax, and the corners of her mouth were still tightly pursed, as if waiting for the verdict.

A tall man with blond hair turned around from the other side of the grass.Seeing us standing together, he seemed to want to call out, but was interrupted by Youni: "γ, it's just in time, help me send Miss Cecilia back to the venue."

I blinked.

Does she know I'm lost?

The man sighed, and turned his head to look at me with a face full of "I really can't do anything about you": "Uh...Miss Cecilia, right? I'll send you back to the venue, and the succession ceremony will begin immediately."

"Is Yuni not going?" I asked.

γI didn't expect that I would ask this, he was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at me with a look of astonishment.

"I have other things, Miss Cecilia will go first!" The little girl said to me with a smile again, "I'll greet you later."

"OK then."

I shrugged, waved to Yuni, and followed γ back to the venue of the succession ceremony.

The author has something to say:

Cecilia: (twisting the flowers) All right, wreath

Youni: I think Busing

Cecilia: Bu Xing also gets Xing, and we don't know how to weave wreaths

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Youni's sentence "Four generations die" can be regarded as a small foreshadowing from the previous one.

Let me figure it out and there are still a few details that need to be collected before the main plot is finished (fingers off)