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

I leaned against the door of the car.The sky was overcast and it looked like it might rain at any moment.

A simple funeral was going on in the cemetery, and there were no other mourners except the pastor and those who helped move the coffin.

The wind blows a little cool.

I took out the cigarette case from my pocket and smoked a random one and lit it.As if in response to my movements, black and red blood oozes from under the bandage wrapped around my right wrist, and they look poisoned.

The young man with strange eyes poked his head out of the car, and he reached out and grabbed my bleeding wrist.

"How did you do it?"

"There was a prisoner a few days ago." I broke away from his hand and stuffed the cigarette into my mouth. "It was more aggressive, I didn't pay attention."

In fact, the wounds caused by Ghost's deadly flames are a bit weird.I think I am in good health, and I usually take time out to exercise, but the burned place has never scabbed, and the skin has not shown signs of healing.

It was bleeding for the first two days, but then it stopped, so I just let it go.

"You should see a doctor." Liudao Mu paused for a few seconds, "You can't let it bleed all the time."

"It's not necessary," I said, "it's just a small wound, I can't die." I went to the doctor in the Avengers Prison after I came back with Ghost. It's been almost a week and my wound is still not healed.

Doctors in Avengers Prison couldn't see Mingtang's wounds, and doctors elsewhere couldn't count on it.

The young man hugged my waist from behind.I smelled a very faint smell on him.

Liu Dao Mu has no habit of using perfume. Since I met him, he has never sprayed perfume. Therefore, my immediate reaction was "this dog has gone outside to find a dog behind my back".

But I soon regained my senses.

It is very easy for a illusionist to hide the traces of his cheating. If he really smelled someone else's perfume, he would definitely use illusion to cover it up, instead of letting me smell it carelessly.

I took another breath: "Do you use perfume?"

The main body was locked in the water prison at the bottom of the Avengers Prison, but when he ran out, he was still so flirtatious.

The young man put his lips next to my ear and announced his name.

I froze for a few seconds before realizing which perfume he was using—two years ago, this brand of men’s perfume was released in limited editions, and I ordered a bottle, which I planned to give to my brother, but I picked up the product On that day, my dear elder brother brought someone to kill me, and the perfume bottle was trampled to pieces.

The brand is from a small local workshop in Sicily. It is only sold in Sicily and is not very well-known, but I have always liked it. When I was still in Marino, I only used their perfume.

The limited edition only available in Sicily is still something from two years ago, I am afraid that it is not known if there is any more.

I squeezed the cigarette with my fingers, turned my head and buried my face in the other person's chest and took a strong sniff.

The cool and soft fragrance rushed into the lungs along the nasal cavity, and I suddenly felt a little sad.

My brother's severed limbs are buried in the cemetery, and the ashes of my father and mother are buried in the ruins of Catania.They all turned into a piece of loess, but I was still alive, and even fell in love with the murderer who killed my mother.

I can't say guilt or anything else. In my memory, "family" has always been a cold existence. Whether my parents or my brother, they are not good to me. At least I don't think there is such a thing as "family affection" in my heart. thing.

I just have a pure, unadulterated sadness.

Survivor guilt.

If I hadn't offended Vongola, if I had refused Liu Daokuku's approach from the very beginning, if I hadn't smiled at Collom when she showed her favor, would the ending of the Marino family be better?

I do not know.

Rokudoku patted my back.

I looked up and looked into the cemetery.In fact, in our place, we can't see what's going on inside, and the scale of the funeral is not very impressive. I don't even know where Rachel arranged her brother's severed limbs.

I guess I was a little scared to see his body in pieces.

I took another savage drag on my cigarette.The bandages on the wrists have been soaked in blood into a strange dark red, and their state is very exaggerated, which makes me wonder if I will die from excessive blood loss.

"Are you satisfied now?" I asked.

Liu Daoku didn't speak.He should have acquiesced to my question.

He obviously had countless opportunities to push me out of this quagmire, but in the end he did nothing.

If it was that night, Liu Dao Mu could just find a reason to help me reject ?g Tian's invitation, or take me away from Pengo Li's headquarters before Xanxus appeared on the stage; or, when he found out that Rizzo wanted to frame me, Liu Dao Mu would Say hello to me in advance instead of watching ?

He held the rope leading out of the abyss in his hand, but he didn't climb up, nor handed me the rope.

He cut the flimsy cord, and neither of us could get out, but wandered in the abyss.

The day my mother died, he said "I love you more than anything", and I said "I don't believe a word" to him at that time; after joining the Avengers prison, he still kept repeating this sentence to me, and I I chose to accept.

I believe that Liu Dao Mu loves me more than anything else, otherwise there is no way to explain his original choice.

After all, we are not the kind of majestic and upright people.

The beloved stands at the entrance of the abyss, and you look at her from the abyss.If it was someone like ?g Tian or Guisi, they might choose to reach out and push her further, for fear that she would fall into the abyss; but Liu Daokui is not them, he can't stand loneliness, he will only do things crazier than them. A hundredfold move.

He stretched out his hand and pulled me into the abyss, and even cut the escape rope with his own hands.

So far, we can only stay in the abyss and constantly entangle and hate each other.

I smoked a whole cigarette, wrapped the cigarette butt in a tissue, and threw it like a basket into the trash can at the entrance of the cemetery.

This reminds me of the night when I couldn't sleep, I had a cigarette in my mouth, but I didn't light it up. Later, I felt that I was bored, so I wrapped the bitten cigarette in a tissue and stuffed it into my handbag.

Then again?

And then I was blamed, they said I killed DeLuca.By the time it was over, I had no time to worry about what happened to the unlit cigarette.

The person behind me stretched out her hand in response, and what appeared in front of me was a lady's cigarette lying in a tissue. The cigarette holder had uneven marks from being bitten by teeth and air-dried, which looked extremely disgusting.

"Are you looking for it?" Liudao Mukuro asked.

I frowned and pushed his hand away, "Are you a pervert?"

A short chuckle rolled out of the young man's throat.He quickly avoided my attempt to grab something, and put the cigarette back: "You knew who I was from the very beginning."

"I do know that you are not a good person," I shrugged, "but I didn't expect you to be so perverted."

It's not something just anyone can do to pick up the cigarettes that others have bitten when they have nothing to do.

He stretched out his hand again, holding the tissue and hanging the cigarette in front of my eyes.The young man's fingertips moved, and the indigo flames steamed up along with Rokudo Mukuro's movement, burning the paper towel and smoke together into a pool of ashes.

"It's not an illusion this time," he whispered. "I burned them, Cecilia, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." I leaned lazily in his arms, watching him rubbing his fingertips to make the ashes fall to the ground, "You worry too much, do I look like the kind of vexatious woman?"

He laughed again.

Rokudokuku's laugh is a recognizable, unpleasant laugh.If it was Cecilia who was 19 years old, she would probably think he was very noisy. Unfortunately, Cecilia is now more than 21 years old, and she has long been used to Liudaomu's laughter.

"Cecilia, I love you." The young man lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "I love you more than anything else."

"I know."

I turned around and kissed him.

The dark clouds in the sky roared and rolled forward, and the vision that was not very bright was disturbed by them and became even darker.

It's raining.

The author has something to say:

69 The feeling for Cecilia is not particularly glorious, the element of "possessiveness" is higher than "love"

He's a felon himself and can't get back to the "ground" (ie the relatively bright part) so he just pulls Cecilia down too

Not only pulled it down, but also blocked Cecilia's way back

I can't go out, so you come in and accompany me←Snake mental illness stone hammer

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The DeLuca incident was a watershed, representing two periods of Cecilia

Because of the De Luca incident, Cecilia, who was involved in the tripartite forces of Vongola, Kalukasha, and Milfiore (Jeso), really couldn’t go back, although she kept emphasizing that she only wanted to be a vase , but she has no other choice, either come in by herself or die

The cigarette left by 69 symbolizes the Cecilia before the Deluca incident, which is different from the current Cecilia, so he will worry that Cecilia will be angry, thinking that he likes the original Cecilia Ya

Cecilia: You ripped off my old lady and told her that you like the original me?Scumbag!

So 69 burned the cigarette, the hidden meaning is "I like you now"

Very obscure kneeling washboard (not really!)