The villain's love literacy

Sylvia slept soundly along the way, except for a layover in a country she didn't even know, a night's rest in a hotel, and a quick departure the next morning.

Maybe they could also see her anxiety and urgency, the speed of the car never slowed down along the way.

Sweden is a neutral country and did not participate in the two world wars, and the struggle of the mafia is the same.Giorno also had this consideration in "arranging" Sylvia's father to Sweden.

The resurrection of a large number of companions really helped him and Mista a lot, and the manpower would be enough at once. Otherwise, only the soul of Polnareff would be guiding in the turtle's back, and it would take a long time for the true unity of Passionate.After that incident, in less than a year, enthusiasm took down the whole of Italy, and then slowly gathered up southern Europe.

But even this does not mean that they have no enemies, and it is too conspicuous for a university professor to be protected by the Mafia.

Those who know the situation know that it is the father of the former BOSS lover who has passed away. Those who don’t know will think that it is a relative of an important cadre in the enthusiasm. Fuge will finally find a way to transfer Mr. Harold to a university in Sweden. .

"Miss Sylvia, wake up."

Hearing someone call her that in a half-dream, barely opened his eyes, it was Giorno who was talking to her, with his hand on her shoulder—she was almost tilted to the other side on the leather seat.

"We'll be there soon."

The blond woman blinked in confusion, obviously not waking up yet.

Giorno sighed, and asked the driver to open the car window a little to get some air.

Sylvia was still immersed in her dream, and for some reason, she suddenly dreamed of someone she hadn't seen for a long time, Ji Guoyuanyi.

In the dream, they were already a family, they were all wearing modern clothes, and Yuanyi was holding a little girl in his arms who couldn't see her face clearly, she looked about a few years old.She giggled in Yuanyi's arms, and the dark-haired man looked down at her tenderly, asking her where her mother was.

It was so real, so real that she couldn't relax for a while after waking up.Buccarati leaned over and took a closer look. The woman's eyes looked very tired, as if she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

He sighed softly, feeling that Miss Silvia's resurrection was not so simple, but she was indeed the real person, which Giorno had already confirmed.

A girl who died at the age of 22 before stepping into society and grew up under the wings of her father and boyfriend in an ivory tower should not have such vicissitudes of life even if she is resurrected, but now Miss Sylvia looks But very indifferent.

When they were resurrected, they were both excited and surprised, and they didn't even recover after a long time. It was such a rare opportunity to be able to reunite with their companions and return to the human world again, which can be called a miracle.However, she didn't even feel joyful at all. She was very indifferent when she was brought to the passionate journey, which could be called too calm. Only when her father was mentioned, there would be a slight fluctuation in those light green eyes.

"Miss Sylvia, we're almost there."

Bugarati tried to get the woman's attention back.

"Have you... thought about what to say for a while?"

The blond woman was stunned, her eyes froze for a while and then slowly lowered, she shook her head, and finally lowered her head.

Yeah, how should she explain leaving without saying goodbye for 8 years?

"It's okay, please don't worry."

Mr. Godfather gave her an encouraging smile, although it was very strange, but maybe now he should learn to change his perspective to look at her, no matter whether she really died or not, what happened in the 8 years of disappearance, after all, she is still close to the nostalgia Timid little girl.

"We will always be by your side."

Sylvia nodded, and she began to think whether she should associate Giorno with DIO—they were completely different people, Giorno was shining brightly in the sun, and even hearing him speak would make her feel Empowered and inspired.

Is this the charm of the new leader?

The convoy gradually stopped in front of a red-roofed house on the edge of the town. This is a typical European town, located at the foot of the mountain, with beautiful scenery, and white sheep dotted with mountain peaks can be seen in the distance.

It's a good place to live, and she'll be relieved if her father is doing well here.

The others didn't get out of the car, only Bugarati and Giorno were with her. Sylvia approached the small house at a very slow speed. She was already here, and she actually wanted to turn around and run away. .

"Mr. Bucciarati, I still—"

The black-haired man pushed her gently from behind, and Giorno smiled gently on the other side, but he was half a step behind her, and the Nanyi comforted her with a patient tone.

"Don't be afraid, your father has been waiting for you for a long time, go."

After taking several deep breaths, she finally prepared herself mentally. When she pressed the doorbell with her finger, the sound of "jingle bell" sounded, and her heart tightened accordingly.

Before the door was opened, voices could be heard from inside. Sylvia looked back again and again uneasily. Giorno raised his chin at her. She heard the lock being opened, and her eyes began to ache when she saw the figure.

"dad……"

He looked much older, and he was not as energetic as before. Sylvia sighed and went up to hug him.

"I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly, without even saying goodbye, I—"

She couldn't go on, her words were blocked in her throat, and tears rolled in her eye circles.Harold froze at first, then slowly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. She was exactly the same as the last time we met, without any change.

It was his little girl who had returned.

"Sissy, is that you...?"

He stroked his daughter's cheek tremblingly, unable to believe what he saw was real.

"It's me, Dad, I'm back."

In the next second, she was hugged tightly, and the treasure that had been lost for a long time returned to him. He had waited for too long.

After a long time, the reunited father and daughter slowly separated.Sylvia was a little choked up. She glanced back at Giorno and Buccarati who were standing not far away, and turned back to explain in a stuttering manner.

"I'm sorry, I was implicated in some things before, so I can only leave without saying goodbye, Dad, I can't put you in danger too. But it's okay now, and I'm finally back."

Harold looked carefully at his daughter's light green eyes, full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, and his voice became unstable with excitement and sadness.

"Okay, okay, just come back."

He didn't ask what was the reason. Although he had taken care of Sissy meticulously since he was a child, it didn't mean he didn't trust her.Sissy has grown up, and he knows that he will definitely have something to do with that man named Diablo, but now he doesn't want to mention unhappy things anymore.

Harold stroked her hair affectionately, took Sylvia into his arms, and let her lean on his shoulders like he did when he was a child.

"You must be very tired."

In an instant, all the grievances came to my heart.

Because of Diablo, he had to die, and Jiguo Yuanyi, who never came back, spent 400 years in the dark, was blown to death by his closest relatives in turn, waited for an indefinite period, traveled time and time again...

Too long, really too long.

For them, it was eight years, but she had spent several lifetimes, and she no longer had the strength to move on.

Sylvia was buried in her father's arms, crying uncontrollably and aggrievedly like a child. Finally, someone would never abandon her, and would always wait for her to come back where she was. She finally came home.

Warm big hands brushed her back again and again. She couldn't remember how long she had been crying. She was out of breath and her eyes were dark. Harold just comforted her patiently and whispered her nickname in her ear. .

When she finally finished venting her emotions, she remembered that she was still standing at the door of the house, and there seemed to be someone watching behind her.

Sylvia sniffed, and turned her head to find that the two people who got out of the car had long been standing far away, talking beside the car, and when she looked over, she seemed to look this way.

"Is that... Mr. Bucciarati?"

Harold looked around. He still remembered that he had gone to look for that man, but there was no news in the end. He didn't expect his Sissy to finally come back after such a long time.

"Did they send you here?"

"Well."

She nodded indiscriminately, not wanting to explain her origins with them. Now that she was reunited with her father, she no longer wanted to be entangled with any mafia.

"That's it."

"Then I must thank them."

As he said that, Harold was about to walk towards them, and Sylvia immediately stopped his father.

"No, I'll settle the matter with them. Dad doesn't have to worry about it anymore. I can handle it well."

At this point, she should also say goodbye to them, they were not the same way.

When she turned her head again, Giorno and Bugarati had already walked over. Harold must invite them in. Bugarati gave her a look of "Don't worry", Sylvia said in a low voice.

"Is there anything we can't say between us?"

Giorno shook her head lightly, those turquoise eyes seemed to be able to speak, so she could only keep her mouth shut.

"Okay then, don't say what you shouldn't say."

Four people sitting in the living room, this combination seems a bit strange.Buccarati took the lead in taking a look at Harold, and the two understood each other's meaning when their eyes collided.

They didn't intend to mention the fact that Harold went to Buccarati to find his daughter 8 years ago, at least not in front of her.

"Mr. Harold, today's meeting was very accidental, and we didn't make any preparations. I'm very sorry."

Giorno didn't intend to go around the corner, and directly told the father and daughter everything he had arranged with Fugo before departure.

"Sweden is not your hometown after all. If conditions permit, I think you may want to move back to Italy. Ms. Sylvia can't speak Swedish yet, right? You won't get used to suddenly starting a new life here. We Your accommodation has been arranged—Of course, Mr. Harold, I have sent someone to ask about your original school, you can go back anytime, and you don’t have to worry about work problems.”

Sylvia raised her eyebrows. It seems that "enthusiasm" can do a lot more than she imagined, and the efficiency is fast enough.

It's only been a little over a day since they met, and so many things have been arranged, but she doesn't want to owe favors to "enthusiasm". Talking about favors with the mafia is tantamount to asking for death, because you will never Know what you will use to pay back one day.

"Mr. Jobana."

She restrained herself not to say the honorific title of "Your Excellency" here. As for his name, she thought they were not that close yet.

"I think my father has finally stabilized. I'll just stay here with him. Besides, it's too much trouble for you. It's unnecessary."

"The problem is, Mr. Harold, your daughter is back now."

Bugarati pointedly said that the two of them knew that it was impossible to break through from Sylvia—this woman was more stubborn than they imagined, so they turned to persuade the middle-aged man, with a somewhat concealed expression .

"After all, she had a relationship with..., maybe it's safer in Naples."

They didn't cover up their journey. Before the car left Italy, all kinds of forces must have known that the godfather had left. It would not be difficult to follow the clues to find this place.

So it has become an unsafe place.

People inside "Enthusiasm" know what's going on, but it doesn't mean that people outside also understand.

It looked like the cadres accompanied the godfather and a woman home to meet the parents, and it was impossible for them to explain one by one that it was actually the former BOSS's lover—it sounded even weirder.

"Miss Sylvia, this is our responsibility, please be sure."

This time Giorno looked seriously at the woman who looked about his own age now.

"The function of your bank card has been restored, and we have reissued it for you, but I think it may not be available in Sweden. If you still have any questions, you can contact us at any time."

She was a little confused as to why they must have wanted her and her father back in Italy.

Is it out of guilt and wanting to be thankful and make amends?But she had already said before that she didn't need it. At that time, she didn't even know the ability of resurrection. Everything was just a coincidence.

Because of the things about Diablo mentioned by Bugarati, Harold, who is eager to love his daughter, may be in danger when he hears about it. After thinking for a long time, he still plans to return to Naples.

He couldn't lose her again.

So two days later, Harold transferred back to his original school and moved back to his former home.

Sylvia stands in front of the house Enthusiasm bought for herself - about the same size as the one she lived in "before she died", two-storey, a bit too big for a single woman, the interior has been furnished to her liking European pastoral style.

This is still a sea-view room, and the location should be the kind that she can't afford in her whole life, but to be honest...she doesn't really want to live in it.

The bank card that Qiao Luno mentioned before has already saved enough money to live a good life even if she doesn't work for the rest of her life. It seems that those people have decided to mainly make up for her lost eight years.

Giorno invited her more than once, saying that there were still people in the organization who wanted to meet her and talk to her in person.

Regarding the "enthusiasm" offensive, Sylvia didn't know how to respond for a while, and she hadn't figured out what she should do.

After staying at her father's house for a few days as a tortoise who refused to hatch, she really couldn't find any other reason to refuse, and finally decided to leave Italy to go out and relax.

Besides, she also really wanted to know what Japan was like in her original world.