I saved the world after jumping backwards

The car drove from the coast road to a certain inland manor. Xue watched the scenery along the way. The silence in the car seemed to have built an invisible barrier between the front and rear rows of the car.

The car is not silent, the car audio is playing soft classical music on demand from the radio, making the scenery full of exotic atmosphere along the road soft and lovely.

The car diffuser is a fresh and mild jasmine fragrance, very similar to the smell on Mr. Giorno's body when he approached him just now, and the music gradually changed from soft to passionate.

Xue also opened her eyes slightly, "I seem to have heard this song somewhere..."

Giorno looked at Xue with a confused face from the rearview mirror, his emerald eyes were full of tender emotions, "This is a song about war."

From quiet gentleness to passion, and finally back to tenderness, it seems to be telling a kind of hope and love born out of despair.

The silver-haired boy's eyes flickered, "Mr. Giorno, what's the name of this song?"

The other party chuckled, and replied: "Sorry Xuebu, I don't know the name of this song."

After a pause, he added, "But I know, it's not just a song."

Xue drooped his eyes and pondered for a moment, the familiar and sore emotions in his chest became more and more intense, as if a new sprout broke through the ground, he realized something, and almost blurted out: "It may be a song, right?"

The man sitting in the co-pilot with his legs bent in the front row seemed to snort again, perhaps because he was bored with the discussion between the two about the song.

Nakahara Zhong, who was originally sitting on the sidelines with his eyes closed, had long been unhappy with him, so he naturally joined the conversation between the two. He usually likes to listen to rock and roll. Although he can't appreciate classical music, he can still intervene in music topics. Let's talk.

Apaki's temples twitched at the realization that he didn't fit in with the people around him. Although he hadn't intended to be friendly with them, this scene was really uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and pinched the center of his brows, then simply closed his eyes and turned his head to one side as if he couldn't see anything.

He himself was only planning to meet the person Gioruno said, but just by observing from a distance, he could find that Giorno's attitude towards him was very special, not simply the kindness of the lifesaver he said, I'm afraid there is another meaning.

I don't know how the sissy little ghost in the back snatched away this little ghost in my family, but if I insist, that face is indeed not to be picked, and the expression is more vivid and beautiful than the cold portrait. But such a guy is obviously not hooked on the savior that Giorno said.

Apaki thought silently amidst the crowd's discussion, he was more like a person who needs to be rescued by others than a rescuer, the feeling of confusion and blankness in his body surpassed his own gentle temperament , appear contradictory and pale.

He suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that this guy shouldn't be like this.

The music was finally cut off by a strange piece of news suddenly inserted by the radio station. This kind of alien news, which is similar to a crop circle in the sky, has recently made a lot of news for people's attention. Big news, so this kind of news is very common. Apache turned off the car stereo in agitation, and finally started to close his eyes and rest.

They were getting farther and farther away from the city, and houses and shops could no longer be seen along the way. The car finally drove into the gate of a vineyard in the suburbs, and stopped in front of an old-fashioned two-story house.

"Tsk, why are you here?" After getting off the car, Apache clicked his tongue, not even considering that Xue and Zhongya were there, and immediately asked: "Hey Giorno, what is this place, I'm afraid you You should also understand, right?"

Facing his frowning partner, Giorno said firmly to him, "Apaki, I brought them here because I knew it well."

Unable to understand their sudden infighting, Zhong couldn't help but frowned. These two people were so strange that he couldn't help but put a big question mark on whether he could truly establish a cooperative relationship.

Apache's expression sank after getting Giorno's answer, and he walked into the house without caring about him, while the latter opened the trunk of the car and took out both of their luggage.

Snow was staring at the new green ivy entrenched on the wall. After seeing the fast-paced city of Yokohama, looking at such a green manor in the suburbs would only feel very fresh.

It is very suitable for living here. If I buy real estate in the future, I guess I will choose a similar type.

The interior of the house is very ordinary, but the atmosphere of life is very sufficient. The living room at the entrance has been converted into a bar counter. The assortment of foreign wines on the cupboard made Zhong Ye’s eyes widen a little. There were still gray ash and the remains of cigars in the vat.

"This is our residence." Giorno introduced with a smile, "The first floor is the living room, the second floor is the room, and the basement is indeed the wine cellar."

"It's not bad here, but the conditions are a bit poor." Zhong also pressed the brim of his hat to cover his expression, but he sighed sincerely. Even if he was used to living in a big house, he would still be surprised to see such a suburban winery. Can't help being tempted.

The blond boy smiled and didn't pay attention to his words, "It's daytime now, except for Bugarati and Fuge, everyone else is resting. Mr. Zhongyuan and Xuebu can go to rest first, and let Mi Star and the others will show you around Passion's property in Naples."

Zhong also nodded and agreed with the other party's proposal. It just so happened that he and Xue also needed time to rest: "Since Mr. Jobana has made arrangements, then we can do as you said."

With that said, he picked up his luggage, followed Giorno up to the second floor, and walked into the room he had arranged for himself with Xue.

The two lived opposite each other, but compared to the standard standard guest rooms in Zhongya, Xue's room was much more luxurious.But the silver-haired boy himself didn't realize it. After he put his luggage away, he relaxed from his exhaustion. He lay down on the soft spring bed and stared at the ceiling.

Judging from Mr. Apache's previous attitude, this should be a relatively private property that will not be used to receive guests, but why did Mr. Giorno bring them here?

And that song, and Mr. Giorno always seems to be talking about himself, what is his purpose?I, who has recovered my memory, have any plans for him?

Xue's eyes darkened. He knew that Mr. Mori had discovered that he used the organization's dark net to investigate private affairs, and the other party was obviously investigating him.

Does he still trust me?

Since he joined Port Mafia, he should not have done a job that fits the status of a Mafia, but Mr. Mori still kept me, and not only that, he also provided me with asylum.

What on earth does he want me to do for him?If I recover my memory, can I help the organization?

knock knock.

Xue's thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door.

"Xuebu, can I come in?" Mr. Giorno's voice came from outside the door, Xue sat up from the bed and gave him an affirmative reply.

Giorno held a tray with a teapot on it, and after placing the tray on the coffee table near the floor-to-ceiling window, he asked very intimately: "Do you feel that there are any daily necessities that are missing? Just say it, and we'll make arrangements right away."

Xue was silent for a moment, as if she was not used to his overly familiar attitude, "Mr. Giorno, thank you."

He thanked him before continuing: "Can you tell me, please? About my past."

Giorno seemed to have expected him to ask this question a long time ago, he filled up the two teacups on the tray, smiled at Xue and said, "I will tell you everything you want to know, so sit down and talk slowly .”

Xue stared complicatedly at this thoughtful young man who was similar in age to her, and finally sat opposite him.

"What do you want to know? Xuebu." The blond boy crossed his legs gracefully. This posture has also been seen by Mr. Mori many times. This is a posture that only belongs to the superior, and it looks very oppressive.

But unlike Mr. Mori, his body proportions are already good, and the fabric wraps his muscles to print out the outline, making him look very handsome and unrestrained. Even though Giorno Giobana made such a posture, his eyes looking at Xue are still the same. Gentle.

Xue felt that there was some atmosphere emanating from the other party. He thought for a while, picked up the teacup, and the steaming amber liquid exuded a fresh and mellow aroma, "What does Mr. Giorno want to tell me?"

Snow took a sip as she spoke, her beautiful lips were moistened with liquid and became crystal clear and moist, "You seem to be reminding me of something all the time, from the name, from the way of travel and the music on the radio, those who are different from the past What do I matter?"

He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, while staring at the teacup, he naturally ignored the gradually darkened eyes of the young man opposite him.

Giorno stared at his lips and sighed deeply, "Then let's start in order, starting with the name—"

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It's coming, it's coming, memory kill x