[tutor] life

After I stayed away from Giotto, I didn't worry too much about him.The first-generation boss is so awesome, I have confidence in him.

#Blind self-confidence from fans#

I don't care if I have blood on my body, although I don't know whose it is.

While recalling the scene when I died, I felt that my emotions were not as excited as I imagined.

I used to be afraid of death—since I came to "that world".

But now I am accepting death very calmly again.

The smell of blood has gone with the wind, and the previous contact only left dark marks on my clothes.

I sat by the fountain in the middle of the square and watched the pigeons go by under my feet.Interestingly, it may be that the animals have some special sense, and they do a good job of avoiding walking through me on the ground.

I shook my leg, and paused when I saw some transparent legs, probably... didn't notice it?And I have no shadow.

I thought about it in silence for a while, and decided not to worry about anything else. I have already retired, and it is useless to think so much.

I don't need to eat or sleep, but the scent on the street can also arouse my greed. Years of habits make me always want to lie down at night and enter the dream fragrance.

I don't feel hot or cold, the only time I feel it is when I hold Giotto, it makes me feel like I'm still a "person".

It turns out that there are many novelties in being a ghost, and there are also many boring places.

This is Sicily, I am wandering in a foreign country, no one I know well.

"Ah...you are..." A familiar voice sounded from above, "The lady from before."

I raised my head from the pigeon and saw a young boy with cool blond hair.

He looked at my clothes, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face: "That...your clothes..."

I shrugged: "I don't mind, and you don't mind too much."

"Can I sit next to you?" he asked.

I can't deny it: "Anything."

So he sat down beside me.The sun shone on him, and he looked warm, and his blond hair was shining, just like the golden eyes that seemed to be shining.

I turned my head, wondering if I should leave.

But obviously Giotto meant to continue the communication: "Thank you so much that day, my name is Giotto, I wonder if I am lucky enough to know your name?"

"..." I didn't answer right away, but he waited quietly.

"Call me Don." "I said.

"Don." He tilted his head and called out the words I just said, his pronunciation was a bit jerky, "Are you from the East? Um... I mean, Asian?"

"Yes." I nodded.

He looked surprised, but said nothing more.

After sitting quietly for a while, I stood up and heard him ask: "Are you leaving?"

I nodded again: "Yeah."

"See you next time." The voice behind me made me pause, and I didn't respond, so I just left.

Why am I "here"?

I kind of miss you guys.

I'm only "one" here.No, "a ghost".

I seem to meet Giotto easily, is it because he is the only one who can see me?

"Don has been staying in Sicily," he said to me, laughing. "Is it for some reason?"

Good question.

"Because Sicily is a fascinating place."

After Giotto listened, he continued to ask: "Do you know "Vongola"? "

"Vongola?" I looked at him. "You founded the Self-Defense Force. I've heard of it. You are quite famous in Sicily and respected by people, Mr. Giotto."

His smile became a little embarrassed: "Are you interested in going to see our 'base'?"

I froze for a moment, what kind of invitation is this?

I began to hesitate. It is true that I am really interested, and there is nothing to be afraid of in my current state, but this will definitely expose the fact that I am "not human". Giotto still doesn't know my "identity", I have always been a "human being" in his eyes.

Hiding is not cheating.

But I still can't bear it.

So I said no.

He was silent for a while, and then said: "May I ask, is... will you always... have no time?"

I looked into his eyes, and I knew he had vaguely noticed something.Hyperintuitive is really a cheat thing.

"Giotto..." I finally said.

"Giotto." Suddenly another voice sounded next to him, "So you are here."

Giotto turned around and said hello: "G."

G quickly glanced in my direction and nodded at me: "This is...Miss Tang."

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The author has something to say:

I can't help but seem to have written a long plot again... Obviously I'm going to end it? !

I've been very busy recently, and it may not be as healthy as the previous update time at 9 o'clock every day, but I should keep updating every day! (It will be updated as soon as the code is finished. If you can write it in advance, set a healthy schedule at 9 o'clock)