I saved the world after jumping backwards

"Yukibu, do you remember what I said to you the last time we met in Yokohama?"

Faced with Giorno's question, the silver-haired boy couldn't help but think of when he was still in Yokohama, when Mr. Bugarati actually appeared in the Mafia building at the port. Not only that, but he also gave Mr. Mori's approval, Bring yourself in front of Mr. Giorno.

Following Mr. Bugarati's footsteps, Xue saw the blond boy who looked like a god's mansion. He was sitting quietly on the sofa, but raised his head after hearing footsteps.

The sight of the blond and blue-eyed beautiful boy passed over the black-haired man walking in front, and landed directly on himself. His eyes shone with indescribable complex brilliance, nostalgic, shocked, and cautious, as if he was watching some lost and recovered treasure. .

Xue was overwhelmed by the emotion contained in his eyes, so at that time she didn't know how to introduce herself, so she used the most official rhetoric.

Seeing Xue did not answer, Giorno smiled and reminded, "You said at that time, I am Xuebu from Mafia at the port, you can call me Xue."

Xue's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at him puzzled, "Yes, but is there any problem with that? Mr. Giorno."

Giorno lowered his beautiful eyes, picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip gracefully, before slowly opening his mouth: "Xuebu, do you know that when a person introduces himself, he doesn't want to use his full name?" The reason for saying it is probably because he is denying himself."

"Deny one's origin, one's surname, one's family."

The blond boy's voice was faint, but these words like a psychiatrist made Xue's whole body stiff. He frowned slightly, and shook his head helplessly, "No, it's not... I just..."

Xue urgently denied Giorno's words. He desperately wanted to explain something, but found that he couldn't say anything, and a headache followed.

I'm just what...?

The name is just a code name.

Xue has always thought so, so even if others call him by name, he will only regard it as the same signal as the abbreviation.

But the fact does not seem to be the case, Xue will always feel a strange sense of disobedience.

He has always called himself Xue, and he will not introduce his last name when introducing himself. In fact, it is because he can't remember it at all, but he himself thinks it's not strange that he can't remember it.

In his memory, Sariel may have clearly called his full name in his mind, but every time he woke up, it disappeared like a passing cloud, like some kind of hint.

—Don't think about it.

But now this kind of hint is like a lock, fastening the door of dusty memory tightly, isolating it from her current memory. shook his head.

"Mr. Giorno, go ahead."

Xue held the necklace around her neck, and the headache seemed to be slightly relieved by his psychological effects. Since it was a lock, there must be a way to open it.

He looked at Giorno and said sincerely: "I want to know what happened anyway, even if it is a painful memory."

I already knew that.

Giorno thought, if it were you, you would definitely say that.

The blond boy had expected it a long time ago. He sighed and then smiled back at Xue. Since this is the case, he must also respond to the other party's determination.

"I see, then, let me start with our first meeting."

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To talk about the first encounter between Giorno Ciobana and Liao Xuebu, we have to start from a year ago.

At that time, Giorno was not the leader of the gang, he was just an unknown ordinary middle school student, even though he was quite well-known among the girls in the school.

It's just that at that time, Giorno was already secretly working as a taxi driver for his dream.

It was a cold and wet rainy day, and Giorno didn't hate rainy days. The rain brought all living things to life and ordered them to live endlessly, and it also gave a poor taxi driver a chance to make a fortune.

As the birthplace of the gang organization, the headquarters of Italy's largest gang "PASSION" is located in Naples, Italy. Under the influence of the gang, the city has long been decayed, and the police and prisons are useless.

Therefore, a 15-year-old boy like Giorno can get a driver's license by paying an extra sum of money. Naturally, the same is true for second-hand cars.

He parked the car at the airport, looking for the target of that day - a seemingly deceitful taker, as long as he saves a sum of money, he can hook up with a certain member of the gang, and thus smoothly enter the bottom of the organization up.

His gaze quickly swept over the people passing by, and finally landed on a silver-haired boy in a blue-black coat.

At first, Giorno didn't intend to target him. Normally, he would only choose tourists who don't understand the simple folk customs of Naples, but the other party's dress was too unique, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

The boy was wearing a baggy blue-black jacket and was leaning against a bench in the waiting area of ​​the airport to shelter from the rain.

Because Giorno couldn't see his facial features clearly from a little distance, he could only vaguely see the outline. His skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing, and his whole body exuded an atmosphere of keeping strangers away, with soft silver hair. The long hair was a little wet from the rain, but it didn't look embarrassed, but instead had an inexplicable broken beauty.

What a beauty.

He subconsciously thought that if such a person had no background, he might be devoured by the bad guys in this city. He glanced around, and sure enough, the wolf-like human traffickers hiding in the dark were ready to move. .

The trafficking of people and drugs in this city are led by gangsters. In order to change this city, Giorno wants to join gangsters and root out the root of evil from the source.

Giorno didn't know what he had done wrong, obviously he could get in as planned as long as he saved enough money, and then slowly figure it out, but his actions now might offend a lot of people people.

But perhaps because of his dream and sense of justice, his footsteps seemed out of his control, and he walked firmly towards the silver-haired boy step by step, and finally stopped in front of him.

As Giorno approached, he gradually saw the boy's face clearly, and as the distance shortened, Giorno became more convinced of his thoughts not long ago.

The blond boy extended his hand friendly, "Hi, I see you have been here for a long time, are you waiting for someone, do you need a taxi?"

After Giorno said this, he heard someone whispering behind him. Since he awakened a certain power, his five senses have improved accordingly, so now he can clearly hear the traffickers behind him. He was cursing and saying that he ran away.

"No." The boy flatly refused, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

It's just that Giorno found that the other party's star-like eyes seemed to be stunned after reflecting his own appearance.

The rain dripped down his front hair, making his thick face slightly softer, as if realizing that Giorno was watching him, he hooked the corners of his lips, and his beautiful lips opened and closed slightly, " I mean, why not?"

Up to this point, everything went smoothly, but in the next three to ten minutes, something even he himself could not have expected happened.

Giorno observed the young man sitting in the co-pilot from the rearview mirror, and pretended to strike up a conversation with him inadvertently: "Sir, did you travel alone?"

The other party didn't seem to be giving face. He frowned, as if he was having a headache with his electronic watch that was flooded, and it took a long time before he hummed.

"Where did you come from? It's dangerous to be alone in a city like Italy."

"From Switzerland."

The boy raised his head, and seemed to be very interested in the word "danger" in Giorno's words. His eyes became bright in the picture reflected from the rearview mirror, "What is the Italian black hand. Party?" What does it look like?"

"Murder and arson, all kinds of crimes, smuggling, drugs and pornography, including human trafficking, this is the source."

The boy seemed to flinch, "Well, I shouldn't have asked, I thought the people here are very friendly, just like you."

Giorno said with a smile: "It's better to be careful outside alone, who knows if this car is a black car that wants to drag you off and sell it?"

"I don't believe it, you look about my age." The silver-haired boy's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he made a shocked expression, but this expression only looked cute and cute on his face.

The car drove for a while, and the sky was completely overcast. The rain hit the window glass, making a pattering sound, as if playing a waltz.

"Stop here."

Hearing this, Giorno stopped the car, and it was still a short distance from the hotel.

"A total of 30 lire."

It's rare that he didn't intend to cheat people. Just as he was about to collect the money, the young man sitting in the co-pilot suddenly approached, slammed his hand against the car door hard, and fixed the blond boy's arms, and put the other hand on the car door. He kept groping around.

It was too close, and the other party's hot and humid breath hit his ear, and Giorno's muscles tensed instantly. His clever mind didn't teach him how to deal with this situation.

Of course, this was just his wishful thinking.

He opened his lips and before he could speak, the other party took out the wallet from his pocket.

The silver-haired boy tossed his wallet, and there was a mocking smile in his beautiful eyes, "Thank you, in exchange, let's get a good night's sleep."

The car was filled with smoke at some point, and the smell of jasmine made his eyelids get heavier and heavier. When the car door was opened, he could hear the sound of rain outside, but he had no strength to stop him.

Giorno's thoughts gradually drifted away, and finally he heard a sentence of Italian with a smile, which was particularly lingering in the jasmine-scented air.

"Ariivederci (goodbye)."

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The author has something to say:

Jasmine's flower language: You are my life.

Goodnight everybody