The villain's love literacy

Dio was silent for a while, but in the end he walked back around Sylvia.

"No need, I said get out."

The brunette woman continued to follow the boy without any hesitation, and now she spoke to him in a coaxing tone. Sylvia tried to be as gentle and soft as possible—she knew it was difficult, especially for such a big child. Born in a slum, he already had a concept of self-esteem, but she couldn't just let it go.

"Dio, let me see, okay?"

Dio's speed was very fast, he was striding forward, Sylvia didn't know where he wanted to go, so she had to follow him and float half a step behind.

"I promise I won't hurt you."

The boy's footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

"No."

Sylvia honestly said that no one had ever treated her like this before, as if she was begging to let her take a look, but now she didn't want to bother with a teenager.

"Okay, now let me take a look."

Dio looked at Sylvia strangely, perhaps because he didn't want her to bother him like this, and finally he agreed with something muttering, but he emphasized it word by word.

"Just take a look."

Sylvia chuckled with satisfaction. They stopped on the country road, and now they had left the residential area of ​​the slums. The two of them stood under the tree.

When he was quiet and not speaking, when those harsh words were not spit out one by one from those thick lips, he still looked like an obedient and good boy.

The blond boy stood there with his head half down, his hair fluttering gently with the breeze, his honey-colored pupils were covered by long eyelashes of the same color, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly for a while.

Even with a bruised nose and swollen face, Sylvia can still see the original good face. He is indeed handsome, and now he does not have the somewhat exaggerated body shape of DIO in 1988, a beautiful boy who stood out in the slums.

"Look up and let me see."

Now their identities have completely changed from what they were before they came here. Sylvia gently raised Dio's chin to let him look up at her—in fact, Dio is already about the same height as her now, but she is floating in mid-air , appears higher.

When the cold fingers touched the opponent's chin, Dio slightly tilted his head to avoid it, but stopped when Sylvia looked straight at him.

The boy immediately looked away, staring at a certain point on the ground behind her, with no expression on his face.

She couldn't bear to look directly at those wounds.

Even after experiencing so many worlds, she has never seen such violence except for being killed by a ghost when she was pregnant, but at that time she was half unconscious due to childbirth, so she can't remember clearly.

She didn't dare to touch it too hard, but just observed it carefully, and gently opened the red and swollen part of the injured eye, but fortunately, the eye itself was not injured.

Sylvia could only sigh deeply.

"Oh, that's the only way to do it."

Seeing her, Dio put down his hand again, narrowed his eyes and said sharply.

"What's the use of letting you take a look."

But Sylvia didn't pay attention to it. She knew now that Dio at this age was not able to calm down at all, and she had to treat him and DIO as two people.

As for the fact that she turned her head to look around and then drifted away, Dio froze for a moment, then shook his head lightly, regardless of where she was going, he went to the place he usually went to.

Sylvia floated to the river by herself, and frowned at the river, it must be because it is too close to London, the river is dirty brown, and occasionally white foam, wood chips and other things can be seen Garbage is everywhere.

The living environment here is actually worse than she thought.

She felt that Dio stopped, her range of activities was restricted, and Sylvia could only go back.

The blond boy was sitting on a piece of grass, the breeze was blowing, the green waves were rippling, and his hair was also messed up, his arms were propped up behind his back, and one leg was bent, looking comfortable and relaxed.

It is rare that the original environment is still preserved here, without being polluted by industry. No wonder Dior likes to come here. It is sunny and open, completely different from the depressing and dirty slums.

The boy bathed in the sun looks so beautiful, but this beauty is only temporary, and he always has to go back there.

Sylvia imitated Dio's way - pretending that she could really touch the entity, and sat beside him silently.

He sensed her movement, but ignored it completely, as if she didn't exist at all.

She was sitting next to him, looking in the same direction as Dior. In the distance there was a suburb that was completely opposite to the industrial city behind. It was a good time in summer, and as far as the eye could see was a piece of bright green. Scattered manor villas were located in Cen Tian. Next to the ancient trees, some can only see some roofs.

I can probably understand what he was thinking in his heart. Dior must also be yearning for that kind of place, and he did live in this kind of house afterwards.

"Have you got a handkerchief?"

Sylvia spoke suddenly, and the blond boy took a few seconds to make a move. He glanced at her, then took out a light blue handkerchief from his breast pocket and threw it on her lap.

The handkerchief did not penetrate her body and fell on the grass, but lay quietly on the white nightgown, neatly folded in squares.The color was light at first, and it was hard to see how long it had been used, but the color did not fade. She unfolded it and laid it out, with a cross crease in the middle.

He turned the handkerchief over and over, without showing his name.

Obviously, Dio also saw that the handkerchief could be touched by her, and he tilted his head.

"What are you going to do?"

"Where is clean water? Or do you have alcohol in your house?"

Realizing that the boy frowned at the last word, probably remembering his alcoholic father, Sylvia immediately added.

"The kind used for disinfection."

She had thought of going to the river, tearing off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and at least wiping him.

But then I remembered that taking water directly by the river was a bad habit left by Zhuren. Now Dior is a human being, not to mention that the river is not clean, even the water that looks clear may drain the water. The wound was infected, but Zhuren didn't have to think about these things at all.

"no need."

He sneered, glanced at the handkerchief and looked away again.

"It's always been like this before."

Sylvia stared at Dio seriously.

"That's different now."

"What's not-"

Before he finished speaking, Dio was forced to stand up by her. He was a little puzzled, and wanted to shake off her hand, but he didn't really use that much force, so he let Sylvia pull her like that.

"What on earth do you want to do, woman?"

"Come back with me first."

His hands were very hot, at least much better than her cold fingertips, Sylvia pulled him back, and Dio tried to break free again, but he stopped moving .

Then from her holding his hand in front, it became two people side by side - no one else could see Sylvia, and it seemed too strange for Dio to stretch his arms out by himself, so the blond boy trotted two steps to keep up with her .

It didn't take long to return to Dior's doorstep.

Sylvia carried the man to the door and stood there.

"Go and take your things out, I won't go in."

Dio glanced at her slowly, now that she no longer exerts force, his hand will slowly slide down with gravity, she added.

"Go, I'll stand here waiting for you."

There was only the sound of a man snoring in the room. Mr. Brando fell asleep, and Dior got a small bottle of alcohol without making any noise. After exiting and closing the door, Sylvia took the small bottle from him.

"I guess you don't have iodine, so let's deal with it like this first. It won't be good if the wound is infected."

She returned the handkerchief to Dio anyway, tearing a small piece off the inner lining of his pajamas while he was in the room.

"You don't mind, do you? If you mind, I can wash it again."

But Dio was unusually silent this time, and she pulled him away from the crowd and returned to the lawn just now. Sylvia poured alcohol on the white cloth.

"Come on, look up."

The blond boy didn't move at all, just stood there without saying a word, neither looking at her nor answering.

Sylvia could only sigh in compromise, lifted his chin like last time, and gently wiped away the dried blood at the corner of his mouth with a wet cloth.

She also wiped the other red and swollen places for him one by one. Now the eyelids are getting a little swollen, and it may take two days for the swelling to subside.

"When you go to bed at night, soak a handkerchief in cold water and cover your eyes, it will make it less uncomfortable."

"……why?"

He said abruptly, raising his eyelids and looking straight into the woman's black eyes.

"what why?"

Her attention was still on his wound, and she asked casually.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you do this?"

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman's expression.

"Or do you want to get something from me?"

"...what do I want?"

Sylvia said strangely, and gave Dio a look, and the movement of her hand was unconsciously heavy, causing him to take a slight breath.

"Okay, don't talk."

When it was finally finished, she also figured out what Dio was thinking after a while.

I am afraid that he has never accepted such kindness since he was a child, and all the benefits he got need to be exchanged with other things. I am afraid that his mother passed away when he was young, and he didn't even appreciate his mother's care.

"That's all right. Remember to show me tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so that it doesn't get worse."

She clutched the alcohol-dried cloth strip in her hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you come from? How long will it be like this?"

Dio looked at her expressionlessly, obviously he was still so young, but she suddenly couldn't understand what he was thinking.

"I do not know either."

Sylvia shook her head.

"Maybe I will disappear suddenly as if I suddenly appeared."

He didn't speak, but looked again at a certain manor in the distance, and she followed his gaze.

"One day you will leave here too."

"how do you know?"

He turned his head and stared at her sharply, his pupils shrinking.

"I thought you looked at me very strangely before. Did you know me a long time ago? You have never been here? Is there really such a thing?"

Sylvia had to marvel at his intelligence. She felt that she had revealed almost nothing to him, but he had already guessed almost everything.

It's amazing. In 1988, she felt that he had known her a long time ago, but now he felt that she had known him a long time ago. The distorted time and space closely linked the two people.

When will she go back?