I saved the world after jumping backwards

Mista thinks that Giorno and Giorno were born to die, boss, and the unforgettable brotherhood on the bench by the Lake of Venice, no matter how much his status in Giorno’s heart will not let him give birth to himself because of such a trivial matter angry...

Sure enough, Giorno's terrifying smile dissipated. Just as Mista was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a kind figure behind Giorno that he would never forget in his life. He still remembered this substitute How did Boss Scraps survive or die?

hello hello! !Wait, Giorno! !Calm down! !Don't call out "Golden Experience Requiem"! !

The danger made Mista quick-witted, and he hurriedly responded: "What about Giorno? Do you still remember Giorno? Although our Boss is so calm now, he has been looking for you like crazy before."

He was so panicked that he exposed Giorno's background and frantically begged: Please!You must say something nice! !

The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment. At this time, Giorno just took the drink from the waiter and handed it to him. He didn't seem to care about Mista's words at all, and just looked at Xue gently.

Xue suddenly realized something important. If Mr. Giorno is the only one who remembers himself and everything that happened before, then in the year after Sariel restarted with the power of "miracle", he has been burdened by himself. Have such memories come to the present?

The lights of the meeting place dimmed suddenly, and everyone present walked towards the terrace. Mista heaved a sigh of relief, dragged Bugarati and Naranga, and slipped away on the pretext of organizing a dance party. .

"Xuebu?" He heard Giorno calling him.

A hand was passed in front of him, Giorno blinked and said with a smile: "May I ask you to dance?"

It was only at this time that Xue remembered that the banquet was about dancing, and he just forgot to ask Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye for advice. The young man pursed his lips, a little embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know how to dance."

"Dancing for the first time?" The blond boy was a little surprised, his emerald eyes flashed, and then he said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you are jumping for the first time, I will teach you."

Believe me.

He seemed to be telling himself that, maybe his gaze was too gentle, Xue nodded and put her hand on his.

So warm.

It is a temperature full of vitality like the sun.

Beautiful music came from the band on the stage on the terrace. Xue has always liked such a gentle melody. The edge of the terrace is a classical white stone relief handrail, surrounded by dense bushes, dotted with white flowers on the bushes like stars. with.

He put his hand in Giorno's and followed him step by step onto the dance floor.

The guests present all cast a more or less surprised look at them. Who doesn't know that Giorno Giobana, a young mafia leader, has never accepted an invitation to dance from others?Not to mention inviting others in person.

Two teenagers wearing suits of the same color and style walked onto the dance floor. They stood facing each other. Giorno gently held his waist, as if treating a fragile object.

There was a gentle touch on the back of his hand, probably the long hair of a teenager. The young mafia leader was filled with two emotions of soreness and softness. emotion.

He hugged his treasure lightly, and told him how to move his feet and body in a soft tone.

He lowered his eyes to take a panoramic view of the boy's appearance at this time. Xue's skin was as white as ever, and his long silver hair was tied with a ribbon, fully revealing that thick and gorgeous face.

He looked at his and Giorno's shoes seriously, and silently recited the footwork.

Giorno also came from his face to his fair neck. There is a black choker under the beautiful neck. He still remembers it. Xuebu always strokes the non-existent neck ornament with a lonely expression. .

He swallowed subconsciously, then looked away, "Xuebu, don't look at your feet."

Although Giorno is a good teacher, Snow is not a very gifted student.

When he felt the touch under his feet again, his face was already flushed red, and the boy bit his lower lip with some reluctance to admit defeat and said softly: "I'm sorry Mr. Giorno, it won't be like this next time."

Giorno looked at Xue's embarrassed look, and couldn't help but smiled and comforted him: "It doesn't matter snow steps, let's take your time, I will teach you as many times as you want."

Because of his words, Snow nodded.

The sight around him disappeared at some point, or maybe it was just that Xue didn't care about them so much, and the originally clumsy steps gradually became more proficient because of his input.

Finally, the two danced a complete dance, and the silver-haired boy showed a look of joy. He squeezed Giorno's hand, and stared at him with his bright eyes with some childishness.

"Xuebu, are you happy?" Giorno asked him with a happy smile for him.

Snow nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am very happy, thank you for teaching me to dance!"

Qiao Luno had seen many expressions of Liao Xuebu before. He disguised himself in his bluff and confuse other people's senses with his sweet fake smile. No matter how close Qiao Luno was to him, they were still far away. Behind the barrier that he built for himself, he dared not show his true self like a coward.

Among the expressions engraved in his heart, there has never been such a——

Cheerful, happy, from the heart.

There was a sincere smile on his face that Giorno had never seen before, the previous snow steps were enough to make his heart move, let alone this young man who offered his sincerity to him now,

Xue suddenly thought of something, and the smile on her face froze for a moment, but at the same time the next dance song sounded.

"Mr. Giorno, do you care about the previous answer?" He followed Giorno's movements and said in a sullen voice, "It was Mr. Mista who asked me. Do I still remember your question?"

Qiaolu Norn paused, and answered seriously: "Xuebu, I don't care about this, if this question makes you difficult, just forget about it."

"No, what I mean is, I still want to tell you my thoughts." Xue shook his head, his voice was trembling when he lowered his head, "Mr. Is it painful?"

"The memory of hugging a guy who may not exist anymore, do you also have memories, why is it just your own thoughts?" The boy's eyes were red, and tears seemed to be about to condense, "He It's really too much."

"Refused to admit my failure, and left all the finishing work and painful memories to you, and took advantage of Mr. Giorno's emotions to make a final big gamble."

"He is really a cunning and cruel person." Xue said, tears running down his cheeks, "Although he is me, I can't bring him to you, obviously Mr. Giorno thinks so To see him."

"I'm really sorry."

Both of them stopped unknowingly, the beautiful silver hair on the forehead of the silver-haired boy moved slightly with the wind, the cold moonlight and the warm light in the room seemed to be vying to paint him, those beautiful eyes once again Tears were condensed, and the stars in his eyes fell.

As the leader of "Passion", Giorno is decisive and merciless.Even during the craziest period, he just kept letting Apache use the ability of "Melancholy Blues" to replay, trying to find proof that the boy really existed.

His resolute decision to abandon and stifle all personal relationships, because only by doing so, only by filling himself with work, will he not think of Xuebu.

As Giorno Giobana, he has always been calm and rational, and his childhood experience gave him a calmness and maturity that he didn't have at this age.

But even such a Giorno can do things that calmness and rationality can't do. He can't stop thinking about Xuebu, the phantom of that boy will still appear in the time that only belongs to Giorno after work.

When he smells the aroma of coffee from the cafe, he thinks of Snowwalk; when he sees the delicate flowers blooming on the roadside, he thinks of Snowwalk; when he passes by the beach in the morning and hears the sound of waves, he thinks of Snowwalk; Or when the sun sets and the moon rises again in the sky, he will also think of snow steps.

Sitting on the side face of the snow step, lying on the window sill looking down at your own snow step, close to your own smiling snow step, beautiful snow step, wicked snow step, cruel snow step, gentle snow step, ignorant Xuebu, smiling Xuebu, crying for him...

"Don't say I'm sorry." Giorno restrained himself, he smiled and wiped away tears for the young man, "I don't care about those snow steps, you are real, it's good that you can stand in front of me."

Even just like now, his emotions are rational and restrained, telling himself over and over again in his heart that he is really alive, even if he loses his memory, it doesn't matter, as long as he still exists in this world... As long as you don't leave...

Just simply be friends, never tell him your own mind, as long as you truly live in a place you know and can reach.

But can emotion really be controlled by reason?

The boy's tears were hot, as if dripping into his heart, making his heart beat hot.

Suddenly there was an exclamation among the guests. It turned out that the fireworks bloomed in the distance, and one or two rose up to the night sky, shining brilliantly and competing to bloom. He couldn't help thinking of Xuebu again, even though at this moment the boy he was thinking of Stand in front of yourself.

I love him.

It is because of loving him that it hurts.

As much as it hurts, I still want to love him.

Xue widened her tear-moistened eyes, the blond boy lowered his head slightly, only him was reflected in those emerald eyes, the cool touch on his forehead restrained and lightly touched seemed to be hallucinatory Pull away quickly.

"It doesn't matter what you are."

"As long as it's you, Xuebu, I only want you."

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The author has something to say:

Chuya: Didn’t you say that the business trip is my home field? !

Spicy Chicken Author: Oh, so much....It will be you when Giorno's home game is over....(

Chuya: If you don’t add more, I’ll believe it! ! !