The villain's love literacy

After thinking about it, there are not many blond men I know.

And before DIO said that he once knew her, could it mean now?

Sylvia tried to float, and the farthest range she could get was about 100-150 meters from the boy in front, and then she would be forced to move with him.

It was okay at first, there were more people on the street, although she was still wearing a conspicuous white nightgown, it was not so strange.

However, gradually the surrounding area began to become barren, and the house changed from an exquisite small building with a few floors to a dilapidated one-story house, and suddenly came to a slum.

Could it be that DIO actually lived in this kind of place when he was young?

It was only later that Sylvia realized something was wrong.

When she met DIO in Egypt in 1988, he looked like he was only in his 20s, no more than 100 at most, but how could he be in London, England [-] years ago when he was young?

Was that really DIO? She wasn't so sure anymore—could it be that he was really some kind of non-human species, like a ghost or a pillar man, with a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people?

Now she just wants to end this strange "ghost" state quickly and return to her real body.

The stone and brick roads in the city turned into dirt roads in the countryside. Once the people around started to decrease, Sylvia immediately stood out. For a moment, she felt that the blond boy had seen her, and when he turned the corner, he turned his head slightly to She glanced in the direction, but she couldn't be sure.

Is it because he can only follow him, so only he can see her figure?

But it was just a glance, and he immediately walked forward again, walking into a place that was obviously a slum.

This place is different from what she saw on the street just now. Sylvia realized that the person she wanted to talk to should be a female worker in the factory, but the people here are even poorer, and the clothes are full of different colors. Patches, some are even pale and emaciated, and it seems that they haven't eaten a few full meals.

The boy's blond hair and blue suit are out of place here.

It seems that he should not belong to this kind of place. He should have a better place. All the impressions of DIO are like the man with golden hair, gems, gold, red wine...he is piled on top of these instead of this poor and chaotic place.

Then he stopped, and finally turned completely this time to look at her.

The blond boy narrowed his eyes and walked quickly towards Sylvia, now she knew he could see her, but she had nowhere to hide.

Sylvia watched him walk in front of her helplessly.

"Why do you keep following me?"

She fluttered uneasily, and cleared her throat—as long as she wasn't embarrassed, the other party was the one who was embarrassed.

"I don't want to follow you either."

The boy looked Sylvia up and down, from her messy hairstyle to her feet floating off the ground.

"what are you?"

"?"

The child seemed to be speaking impolitely, Sylvia frowned slightly, it was completely different from the DIO in her impression.

"As you can see, a ghost, or ghost? Whatever you want, so what's your name?"

There was a gleam of suspicion and slyness in the boy's brown eyes.

"Shouldn't you state your name when you ask someone's name?"

Well, he is a little more difficult than I imagined. Do ordinary children of this age think so much, or do children of poor people start their own families early?

"My name is Sylvia."

He pondered for a while.

"Dior, Dior Brando."

Before she could say anything more, Dio turned around again and strode back, this time Sylvia followed him graciously.

"No one else can see you, right? You can only move within a certain space around me."

Sylvia not only looked sideways, but she thought he didn't see anything before, but he actually knew everything. Now Dio doesn't look like a teenager—what was she doing when she was a teenager?

It may be that he has just entered a new junior high school, finally found friends of the same age, and is still carefree about gossip and gossip on campus.

"No matter who you are and why you are here, you can't leave with me."

Dio glanced at her, looking a little cold.

"Don't disturb my life, don't come near me."

The woman in the white nightgown tilted her head, as if she was saying who would follow him, but she said this in her heart, and she kept persuading herself in her heart, now that Dior is a child, she can't argue with her.

"Ok."

"I mean, now you can stop 'walking'."

He pointed to a house in front of him, which should be his house. Dio's eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment. The young man was obviously dissatisfied with his family background, but he immediately hid that emotion very well, and then reacted as if Added another honorific.

"Miss."

Sylvia had no choice but to stop fluttering and watched the blond boy walk into the house, while she stayed at the farthest place she could get away.

Then she simply ran to the bell tower above the church, pretending that she could really sit on the entity, and looked at the slum that was bigger than she imagined beside the pendulum clock.

Just by looking at the outer wall of Dior's house, she could guess that the inside must also be barren.

People living here have similar living standards. To be honest, she never thought that Dior would come from this kind of background—after all, seeing his extravagant demeanor in Egypt, now thinking about it, it might be an excessive childhood depression Compensated back.

DIO is always a gentleman to her, even if what he does is not a gentleman.

How could a man do such intimate things to a woman he "just met", but he just did it.

When she first saw Dior at the bank, Sylvia really thought he was the young master of some family, but she didn't see the rough workmanship and exposed threads of the blue suit until she got close.

Maybe these are his best clothes right now, but it looks like he cherishes them and takes good care of them, even if they are a little old, they are still clean and straight.

Juvenile Dio is also trying to maintain the appearance of a little gentleman, although she can sometimes see scrutiny and calculation from those honey brown eyes, but these are not important.

Now her feelings towards Dior are more complicated, the adult and the teenager are almost separated into two people in her heart, if it is not for the name matching, she would not even believe that they are the same person.

Then Sylvia keenly sensed something was wrong.

Since appearing in this world, she has not been particularly sensitive to everything around her, but she can only hear a little change in the "central" of her world.

The black-haired woman stood up immediately, and "stand" far away beside the huge pendulum clock, ignoring the friction sound of the pendulum and the second, carefully distinguishing all the subtle sounds in the house.

Sylvia's face turned ugly.

There were men swearing mixed with obscenities, the sound of smashing wine bottles, the boy's resistance, and the terrifying sound of slaps on the skin.

If she guessed right, Dior's father raped him.

In her first life, when such a thing happened, the police took the father away directly, and the child who had been admonishing him repeatedly would be assigned to the community, where other guardians would take care of him.

However, in London at this time, the guards don't even care about the life and death of the residents in the slums, so how could they care about the father beating the children?

Her father's doting on her made it impossible for her to imagine what kind of hell life would have been in this environment since she was a child. Sylvia didn't hear the woman's voice. His mother might not be at home or had passed away. up.

Children who have been abused for a long time may grow up to be abusers too.

Now that Sylvia thinks about it, it seems that there is no reason why DIO took her directly from the alley in Egypt and chained her to the cell in the basement.

Living in such a deformed environment since he was a child, what will he do in the future?

She wanted to rush to the small bungalow to stop Mr. Brando's atrocities, but in fact she did so, and before she could react, her body automatically floated forward.

But remembering what Dio said just now, he stopped in front of the door again.

What can you do if you go in by yourself?

She couldn't touch anything, couldn't touch anything, couldn't even stop his father's movements, and couldn't do much except go in and watch Dio get beaten.

So she stood at the door with a pale face. In the room that was not considered soundproof, Mr. Brando spoke inarticulately. Thinking of the sound of the wine bottle breaking just now, it might be because he was still drunk.

There is no reason at all, he took out his anger on the child when he was drunk, and Dio just stepped into the house after returning from outside, what could he do wrong?

No matter how much DIO did to her in 1988, now Dio is still a child who has no self-protection and resistance ability. Erase from the heart.

A surge of sympathy and pity couldn't help but rise from the bottom of her heart, and she felt sad for it.

Sylvia stood in front of the door in such torment for an unknown amount of time, until she was numb from hearing it, and then the door slowly opened with a "squeak".

She looked up quickly.

One of Dior's eye sockets became bruised, his eyelids were swollen, and he couldn't keep his eyes open; the cheeks on the other side were red and swollen, there was still blood stains at the corner of his mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe off, and a part of his lower lip was broken.

And this is only where she can see, and she doesn't know how many injuries there are on her body.

The blond boy was also stunned for a moment when he saw her standing at the door, and then showed a vicious expression, but it was not convincing on this face now - he was also twitching uncontrollably due to the pain involved in the injured place.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay away from me, get out!"

But Sylvia didn't move. She hesitated and reached out to touch the boy's cheek, but he immediately swung her away with a "snap".

Both of them were stunned, she looked at her sideways arm, Dio could touch her!

"I've already said, stay away from me, don't touch me!"

But the boy reacted immediately, frowning tightly, and then the honey-colored eyes that could still be opened were full of disgust.

"Also, don't look at me with that look, it's disgusting."

She knew the sympathy and pity in her eyes, but she couldn't control it, so Sylvia had to slow down her tone and said softly.

"I'm sorry, Dio...I just wanted to see how you are...let me see, okay?"