[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

Trixie was always unclear about the mother's physical condition diagnosed by the doctor.

But this did not prevent her from seeing her weak face.

Her mother would always take her to many places, to travel, to see more scenery, but in the end she would always come back to Sardinia.

It's like waiting for a father who hasn't come back since he left.

But will he really come back?

Trish was sometimes offended by her mother's stubbornness.

But she always felt that she knew she couldn't wait.

She just misses that person.

but--

It was that day.

The day of my sixth birthday.

When Trixie came back from helping his mother buy vegetables from the town, he was taking out new letters from the mailbox before entering the house, preparing to take them to his mother that day.

There are two pairs of shoes on the carpet at the door of the house.

A pair of men's leather shoes, a pair of western cowboy shoes, with a small gear in the heel.

...are there any guests?

The girl blinked her eyes, put her little leather shoes into the shoe cabinet, and looked from the corridor to the living room.

Hmm... nobody.

Did you go upstairs?

She thought it might be that the family hadn't paid protection money to the gang recently, or it might be some old friend of her mother's.

But anyway, it's still too rude to come without saying hello.

...Well, although it is also possible that I told my mother in advance——but why didn't my mother tell me?

Trixie was a little confused, but he went to put the dishes in the kitchen first, and then stepped on the stairs to go upstairs to see who came to the house.

As a result, when he reached the second floor, he saw a cowboy in khaki clothes leaning against the door of his mother's house with his arms folded, with a grass in his mouth.

...Looks like he has a cigarette addiction, but for some reason he is biting grass.

The little girl frowned and pouted as she looked at the cowboy. The cowboy stopped swaying up and down with grass in his mouth, and looked at her in a daze.

what.

The grass fell.

Then he reacted immediately, made a "shh" gesture to her, and pointed to the closed door of his mother's room.

Trixie was stunned for a moment, but obediently slowed down, and walked gently beside him.

The man was too tall for the girl - she had to look up to see his face.

The man has long blond hair, and his blue eyes make him look like a prince, but his cowboy outfit and expression make him look ugly.

He pressed down his hat, pointed to the room again, and waved at her.

Trish looked at him with his hands on his hips, frowning.

"Shhh...but that's talking about something." The man had to squat down and put his hands together, "I'll go in later, okay?"

Dana?

Hmm...strange name.

But with this attitude, he is definitely not a gangster who collects protection fees.

So is it mother's former friend?

Anyway, be scared.

You have to have status in your own family, not to mention that this person is not intimidating at first sight.

"Who are you?" The girl made a fierce look, but her petite appearance only made people think she was cute, "What are you doing at my house?"

"Uh, I just came with my family Dana...Danna and your mother have something to talk about." The man lowered his voice, "Can you go downstairs first?"

"This is my house, why should I go downstairs?"

The cowboy choked.

Then he seemed to feel very helpless, and he couldn't do anything to her, so he just said not to go in now.

Of course Trish knew he couldn't go in now.

Although he was very worried about his mother's safety, if it was really a dangerous role, he wouldn't do this to a woman and keep her outside the house.What's more, the cowboy in front of him doesn't look like a bad guy.

But a little curious.

What are you talking about?

Trixie thought about it, left the cowboy and went to his room.

My mother and my room are adjacent, and the bed is against the wall.Now when she goes back to the house, she just needs to take off the photos on the wall, and maybe she can hear their conversation through the nail holes where the photo frames are hung.

Even if he couldn't hear, at least he could see what kind of person came to see his mother from that small hole.

and--

From the moment she entered the room, she had a wonderful feeling.

An indescribable, soulful connection.

This made her very concerned.

Not with the cowboy, so it must be the guy in the house.

This feeling made Trish's heart beat wildly.

She had an intuition that this person must be very important, to her mother, and even to herself.Even if she couldn't hear the conversation, she would definitely know something important from here——

The little girl's blue eyes focused on the small hole, and finally saw the scenery on the other side of the wall.

The mother seemed to be sitting on the bed, so she couldn't see her, but she could see the man who was holding a chair by the bed.

Trish's heart stopped beating.

At that moment, the chirping of birds outside the house stopped, and even the sound of breathing could not shake the eardrums.

The man has long pink hair with polka dots.He seemed to be wearing a hat when he came, a black hat that concealed his face, and he was holding it in his hand now.

There are some broken hairs on the forehead, but this does not prevent the girl from seeing his eyes.Eyes of the same color as her own, but with a special shape that seem to have some kind of magical power.

His facial features are erect, the corners of his eyes are slightly upturned, and his lips are still painted with black lip gloss.

He didn't look very happy, at least frowning slightly, and the way his mouth was pursed into a straight line didn't look like he was in a good mood.

But that emotion didn't feel like it was for my mother.

Trixie thought, what is he unhappy about?

They sat in the house, seemingly silent for a long time.

"You are here." Mother spoke first.

"...Ah." The man froze for a moment, then looked at her, "I thought...you should have forgotten me long ago."

"How could it be?" She laughed, but her voice quickly calmed down, "I miss you very much."

"..."

"Don't show that expression, really, you, you never liked to smile."

"......Feel sorry."

The man spoke in a low voice.

He lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes concealing the look in his eyes.

"You man..." Donatella sighed, "but... came to see me? Today."

"Ah."

"But you're not him, are you?"

"—"

For the first time since the beginning of observation, the man showed a look of surprise——

"Well, this expression is more suitable for you." The woman smiled, "Except for the sad face, all expressions are suitable for you."

——That's what my mother said.

Who is he?

The young Trixie felt that he had vaguely got the answer, but it was so hazy that he couldn't see the face of the answer clearly.

They talked a lot—but more of it was from my mother.

The mother, who is usually casual but not so talkative, is especially talkative today, as if she has endless stories to tell this old friend she hasn't seen for many years.

The man just sat there quietly, answering a sentence from time to time, and more often just listening quietly.

It’s weird.

Trish looked at him through the hole.

He obviously didn't answer a complete sentence——

She obviously didn't answer a complete sentence, but she just felt that he listened to every word.

Obviously... this man doesn't look like this kind of person.

And starting from "you are not him", he looked at his mother more intently.

as well as--

"..."

"Don't you ask? Why can you tell?" Donatella said.

"It's unnecessary," he whispered. "...I never do unnecessary things."

"Including seeing Trish and me?"

"..."

As if stumped by the rhetorical question, he frowned even tighter.

"...It's not unnecessary." After a while, he said, "even if-"

"Even if I'm not an 'I', isn't that child a 'she'? The woman sighed, and seemed to think of something again, "But...you have it too, right?" "

She asked suddenly.

The man's pupils constrict.

"Is there... between me and you?" She asked again.

She asked ambiguously, her voice was very soft, as if she was talking about some kind of relationship, or more like...something.

Or maybe this "also has" refers to someone.

Young Trish didn't know what his mother was asking.

She saw that the man just lowered his head slightly, his pink hair hanging down his shoulders a little.

He didn't look at Donatella, the fingers of the hand on the hat twitched slightly, and seemed to be forcibly restrained, the tendons on the back of the hand were a little tense.

There were no sobs, no tears, and he didn't even look sad.

...But Trish just felt that he looked a little sad.

After a long time, he looked up at the woman sitting on the bed again, opened his mouth, his Adam's apple moved, and frowning again swallowed the words on his lips.

His lips twitched, and he finally regained the look of sitting quietly in the chair before.

"......There have been."

...in a calm tone, speak like this.

The author has something to say: Some readers reported that they couldn’t understand it. A simple supplementary explanation:

【Have had】 literally

That is

【Have, then lost】

Refers to the only [someone] shared between Donatella and the boss

It can be regarded as the answer to "why the boss should be nice to Terry Hugh" a long time ago.

But any questions about "was" will not be answered, hmm.

The only thing that needs to be clarified is that Trixie was not regarded as a substitute, because from the very beginning, the boss knew that they were two people, belonging to him and not belonging to his destiny.

But Trish is Trish.

Love doesn’t need so many reasons. After all, the human heart is such a delicate thing. Although there are indeed words to describe the emotions after they are produced, the process of formation is always complex. How can there be so many concrete reasons to describe them.

It is because it is so complicated that you may not even know why, and you are a human being.

After the boss came back, he remembered that he still had a subordinate, so he quickly went to find Hall Hess [……]

Compared with others, this person who knows a little about Araki Village is relatively more reliable [Are you sure?