[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

I had a dream.

In the dream, I was running barefoot along the coastline, with countless corpses lying behind me.My mother and brother stood behind me, screaming at me, Cecilia, run faster, run faster, don't look back.

I didn't look back.

For young children, the words of the elders are the truth.If they don't let me turn back, I will never turn back.

There was a harsh gunshot behind me, and my mother and brother were still screaming. Because of the distance, I couldn’t hear what they were shouting. They were just running mechanically, without a clear goal, just for the sake of running. .

I am tireless.

The waves beat on the beach with the sound of the waves, and the footprints of the young girl left a series of intermittent tracks on the soft sand.The strong wind lifted my skirt, and I saw my white suspender skirt slowly turning deep red at the end of my sight.

I probably ran for a long time, so long that the soles of my feet were covered with wet sand.

The coastline of Sicily is so long, so long that I kept running and running, but I couldn't see the end.

I hit a human wall.

The person in the dream should not have a sense of touch, but I felt the burning heat.The young man with heterochromatic eyes looked down at my face, I'm not sure if he was pitying me, or he was just in a daze.

I know exactly what kind of dream I am having now, and I also know why I am having this dream.Because of this, the appearance of Liu Dao Mu seems comical and out of place.

The young man stretched out his hands to pinch my shoulders. He pushed me to the edge of the water, then bent down, and washed my muddy feet with the sea water.The sea water was still clear at first, but at a certain point in time it suddenly turned bright red with the same color as my skirt.

Liu Dao Muku held the sea water without noticing it, and washed the last bit of sand between my toes.

Immediately afterwards, the young man took out a pair of fiery red high heels from his pocket.

He stroked my ankle with his fingers, and then gently put the high heels on my feet.After finishing these, the young man straightened up and stared at my face, his expression was very indifferent, as if these were all taken for granted.

The soft sand is not enough to support high-heeled shoes to stand on it. When I lowered my head, I saw that the heels were completely sunk in the sand.The dark red sea water reached my ankles, and the wet and cold sand drilled into the shoes along the sea water, easily destroying all the previous efforts of Liudao Mukuro.

No matter how he cleaned it, my feet were still dirty and couldn't be cleaned.

The breeze brushed against the side of my face, and the light flaxen hair scratched the skin next to the ear, which was a little itchy.

It was me who spoke first.

"You're like someone I met once," I said. "He asked me why you didn't wash your feet and put your shoes on."

"I've never heard you say that." The young man whispered.

"Because I don't think it's necessary to say," I answered him. I knew that everything in the dream was fake, and because of this, I was able to unceremoniously say the secret buried in my heart, "Anyway, I don't know Where is he now?"

Why am I running on the coast instead of the streets of Sicily?After all, the headquarters of the Marino family is quite far from the sea.

That's because, I have indeed run on the coastline.

Just as my elder brother conspired to usurp the throne when his father was still healthy, my great father took the throne of Marino III by means of dishonorable means.At that time my grandfather died, and it was supposed to be my father's elder brother who was going to be the head of the family, but as you can see, he killed his own brother.

I will never forget what kind of childhood I experienced, and I will never forget how calm and mean my father's expression was when he faced the corpse of his brother.

My ruthless father could kill his own brother with his own hands, just as he could treat his own daughter as a commodity measured only by "useability".

Before my father sat on the throne of the chief, I lived a long and turbulent life.

My mother and brother and I lived every day under the fire of guns and bullets, we ran in a hurry, and the arrogant man in our blood never stopped to see how his family was doing.

That's why I hate him so much.

He gave me a blood-soaked childhood without feeling guilty about it.

Of course I knew that what he did was right. As a mafia, we should not expect the stability and so-called family happiness that ordinary people can enjoy, but even so, I have no intention of forgiving him.

He was the worst father in the world, so bad that he didn't even realize it.

I can't remember exactly when that was, I just remember a teenager asking me why I didn't wear shoes.He stood among a group of people in black clothes. I heard the grinding sound of iron chains rubbing teeth, but what caught my eyes was the young man's delicate facial features.

He has a light but beautiful mouth and I like the color of his lips.Given the chance to go back in time, I think I would tiptoe and kiss his lips without hesitation.

After all, I am a shameless coquettish bitch, I can seduce whoever I want, and I don't need to consider the so-called reservedness and aloofness.

He asked me, why don't you wear shoes.

I lifted my feet and said to him, my feet are dirty and I can't wear shoes.

Wash it when it is dirty, he said, and it will be clean after washing.

If I can't wash it clean, I shake my head, as long as I'm still running on the beach, it's impossible to wash it clean.

The boy looked at me in confusion, and I was sure he couldn't understand what I said.In his opinion, I can finish running barefoot after washing my feet and leaving the beach, but I have no way to tell him that I have only one choice to run on the beach.

If I can't avoid the pursuit from behind, I can dive into the sea, as long as I hold my breath long enough, I have the possibility of surviving.

The boy didn't understand, because his position was different from mine.

Then the boy was taken away by the man in black.The people in black were very polite to me, so polite that I felt a little panic, but the boy just smiled quietly, and he asked me what's your name.

I was immersed in the fear of meeting the weirdo, and ignored the boy's question, so I didn't answer his question.

So I never saw him again.

Sicily is a place where people come and go, and many tourists will come here. I am not sure whether the boy is an aborigine or a tourist, and I can't even remember what kind of face he has, let alone Said to go to him.

After all, we are just passers-by who just met by chance.

To be honest, I'm still a little regretful, I swear his mouth is the most beautiful mouth I've ever seen, both in shape and color, so good that I can't forget it.

Then my great father sat on the position of Marino III as he wished, and my brother and I changed from what some people called "evil breeds" into legitimate young masters and young ladies, and the price was only my mother's The body has become worse than when I was born, such trivial troubles.

Every step we took was soaked in blood, and those bloods were like soft little things on the beach. They stuck to my skin and followed me stubbornly, reminding me all the time what kind of person I am.

The second young lady whose name is not right and who relies on the accumulation of blood, and the dodder flower who has been sucking other people's blood since she was ignorant of toddlers.

I lowered my head and looked at my high-heeled shoes that were stuck in the sand. After thinking twice, I still said "thank you" to Liudaomu.

At least someone has noticed my condition, hasn't it?

"Will you continue to run?" Liudao Mukuro asked.

"Yes, I only have the option of running," I smiled at him, "You know very well, one day is a mafia, and one is a mafia all your life."

Those blood will follow their master like a shadow, exuding a sweet smell of blood all the time.People covered in blood cannot return to the so-called peaceful society, and it is impossible for a lifetime.

It is something called "sin" engraved in our bones and blood.

Can't wash it off, can't shake it off.

The author has something to say:

Strictly speaking, Cecilia's first love was actually 69

But Cecilia didn't realize it herself (kids of a few years old don't understand what it means to like)

Cecilia's thoughts were simple and rude when she was a child. My mother thought this man's mouth was beautiful, so my mother wanted to kiss him← Yan dog real hammer

Now 69: ...Actually, I am in front of you now, you can think about it

Cecilia: Sorry to bother you, I suddenly feel that your mouth is not so pretty