Rong Bu is alone

"Each of us is a slave of fate."

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This small house is very close to the sea. In the past, Bucciarati often I leaned against the window and stared at the sea, watching the low-flying seagulls and the empty sky, listening to the waves of the sea water, and sat there for a long time.

Nowadays, he still often sits there. He is very familiar with the layout of this room. Even if it is pitch black in front of him, he can still move freely. Of course, with an automatic wheelchair, it is already difficult for him to stand up on his own.

Snap. The door was pushed open, and the person who came was a young man with blond hair. He had an unforgettable handsome face and a calm temperament that was inconsistent with his age. It seemed like he was a regular visitor here and visited almost every day.

The young man "Bucciarati" has a gentle voice, just like his eyes.

"Giorno," Bucciarati turned his head calmly, "You came back earlier than usual today."

"Well, I have less things to do recently. All the work was handed over to Mista and Fugo." "Didn't Mista complain?" Bucciarati chuckled.

"Of course, but you also know that he just complains verbally, and then continues to do things honestly."

Giorno walked to Bugala In front of Bucciarati, he squatted down, took Bucciarati's hand, and squeezed it slowly.

"Yes, Mista has always been like this."

"Speaking of which, I met an interesting little girl on the way here today."

"Oh? Why do you say she is interesting?"

"I'll tell you this slowly..."

As the two talked, a peaceful dusk passed. . Giorno would always tell Bucciarati the interesting things he experienced during the day as stories, and would sometimes discuss with him the big and small matters in Passion. This life lasted for seven years. After defeating Diavolo, Giorno cleaned up the remaining gang members of his former boss and quickly established his own gang force. The new Passion is stronger than ever under the leadership of this young godfather, and no one can do anything under his watch.

The day Giorno returned to Naples from Rome was sunny and sunny. He brought Naranca and Bucciarati back together and buried them in a cemetery to rest in peace. . Apache was buried on the island of Sardinia, and his clothes were sorted out and buried next to Naranja and the others. The tombstones of the three people are entangled with flowers and vines, and they remain unbeatable throughout the seasons.

When Fugo learned about the deaths of Bucciarati, Naranja, and Apaki, he was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time. There might have been faint sobs at that time, but Giorno had already remembered it. Not clear anymore. Fugo later joined his staff and became his cadre together with Mista. Triciu chose to leave Italy. She returned to her hometown and occasionally returned to Naples to see them.

No one except Giorno knew that Bucciarati was still alive. No, that's not alive. Bucciarati was killed by Diavolo in Venice eight years ago. Since then, his soul has been sealed in a withering body. In Rome, Giorno should have returned Bucciarati's soul to where it should have been long ago, as he should have done. But after returning to Naples, while repairing the scars on Bucciarati's body, he found that he slowly opened his eyes. Bugala reminded.

Why? He clearly watched his soul leave.

Almost instantly, Giorno suddenly understood. It was the Golden Experience Requiem that worked without him realizing it at all, just like when he gave Diavolo the final blow. He didn't know how or how it happened, but he knew quite well what the result would be. Bucciarati "alive", but his body still maintains the same state as when he was in the Colosseum. He has no five senses and can only see the souls of creatures. Perhaps he is no different from Diavolo now. It's just experiencing a nightmare-like immortality on the edge of infinitely close to death, unable to reach the reality of death. At the same time, Giorno also understood that he should not shift the responsibility to Golden Experience. The stand-in represents a person's soul and also a person's spiritual body. This result can only show that he subconsciously hopes that Bucciarati will not leave. So when Bugala asked him questions, Giorno didn't explain, not even a few words.

Bucciarati looked at him with empty eyes. He asked him why he still did this and why he wanted to keep his soul by force. His voice was even still gentle, too gentle and calm to sound like a question.

"I don't know, I just feel..." Giorno raised his beautiful green eyes and looked at that person, "I need you."

I still need you , he replied.

"But you also know that I will never survive."

"I'm sorry, Bucciarati." He mused.

In the dark and cold basement, they were tacitly silent. After an unknown amount of time, Bucciarati called out his name softly.

"Giorno"

He shook his head.

“You don’t need to apologize to me.

”

How can I not be sorry, Giorno thought. I don’t know how long Bucciarati will remain in this state of dying. It may not be until he, the substitute messenger, dies that he can be completely freed. There didn't seem to be any other solution. But...

He put his hand on Bucciarati's hand, which was exactly what happened. It made him feel sad.

What should he do to make up for it? This was perhaps the most difficult problem Giorno had faced in his fifteen years of life.

Giorno obeyed. Bucciarati's wish was concealed from Mista and the others, and he took Bucciarati back to his small house in Naples.

No one had cleaned it for a while, and there were some piles of gravel and debris at the door. It’s gravel, but the countryside is really beautiful, and the location is very convenient.

“Isn’t the view great? "Bucciarati asked him with a smile.

"Yes. "Giorno pushed the man in the wheelchair to the inner room, and then he opened the window.

"It's very close to the sea," Bucciarati's long eyelashes flashed, "there are There is a restaurant and a school. I originally wanted to leave it to Trish, so that she could at least have a place to stay. "

"You don't have to worry about her," Giorno said softly. "She wants to return to Sardinia. It may be more suitable for her to continue her life there. After all, it is where she grew up. place. I will also find someone to keep an eye on her safety. "

"Well, I hope she can start a new life. "The wind blew through Bucciarati's black hair, and the sunlight reflected in his warm eyes through the window, making it dazzling like an illusion.

"That's right, Giorno. "

"Huh? "

"Next, in addition to taking over Passion, will you continue to go to school, right? "

"Well, I plan to transfer to a high school nearby," Giorno also smiled slightly, "I will come here to stay with you after school every day. ”

He looked into the distance again. He had never noticed such a beautiful scenery outside Naples before. It was a pity that Bucciarati could no longer see the clear blue water and quiet beach. Therefore, when the weather is fine, the sun cannot enter his sight, and when it is rainy, the dew cannot moisten his skin. Even when night falls, he has no stars and moon. Living like this is not living, and death is not death, every time. Every second would be stretched to the limit of emptiness and length. For Bucciarati, it was too unfair.

He still felt sorry for that person. , because even if things turn out like this, as long as you think about hearing Bucciarati's voice in the future, and being able to hold his not-warm hand, instead of standing in front of the cold tomb talking to yourself without anyone responding, , Giorno could feel that there was still happiness or joy deep in his soul. He should have abandoned these selfish and disgusting feelings.

He should have shut up. Eyes on.

As the boy said, he was transferred to a nearby school soon. During those years, he usually dealt with gang affairs in that small room. Even though Giorno is very opinionated and thoughtful, he will always ask that person for his opinion. In normal social situations, he will only let Fugo do it for him. , but that's only occasionally, so most of the time he is either in school or in this small house on the outskirts of Naples.

Giorno particularly likes the summer in Italy and is after school every day. On the way home, a double-ball ice cream is the ideal life. In the streets covered by the shade of trees, you can always see children chasing and playing. Some are envious of those happy years, but they often forget that they are only in their teens. A year-old student. A blue butterfly quietly landed on Giorno's fingertips and turned into an old-looking book. The school library required his student card to borrow books, but he happened to forget to bring it with him. The librarian Being old-fashioned and stubborn, he insisted that he would not lend it out if he didn't have it, so he had no choice but to resort to some of Giorno Giovanna's usual tricks.

He has been reading with Bucciarati for the past two days. This "Aeneid" should be put back immediately after reading it, and it should not be discovered, the young man thought happily.

"I'm back. "Giorno placed his backpack on the coffee table.

"Let me guess, is the ice cream I ate today chocolate and pistachio flavored again? "Bucciarati looked at him with a smile from his wheelchair.

"No, it's vanilla and strawberry. Giorno tilted his head and said, "I would get tired of eating the same flavor every day." "

He walked over and sat on the sofa next to Bucciarati, and then opened the book with a yellowed cover.

"Yesterday we read..."

< p> "Dido begged Aeneas not to leave, but to no avail, so she turned her love into hatred and asked her sister to build a bonfire, burning all Aeneas' things, along with the memories they had together, and burning them in the blazing fire. He used the sword left by Aeneas to take his own life. " Bucciarati reminded.

"Yes... I remember it was in the fourth volume.

”

…….

When I was reading, I often thought that the sky would get dark. The day I read the sixth volume of “The Aeneid”, it seemed that it was not the same day. It wasn't a festival, but Giorno always remembered that he saw the fireworks in the sky outside the window.

"Dido turned his back and didn't want to see Aeneas again..." Giorno paused when he read this. After a moment, "It seems that her soul did not forgive him even after death. "

"It has something to do with her character. She loves too passionately. " Bucciarati replied.

"But it's clear that Aeneas also loves her... Why didn't he choose to stay? "Giorno closed the book.

Bucciarati was silent for a while, and then he answered:

"Aeneas shoulders the hope and responsibility of Troy. Not just his own fate, but the fate of all Trojans. His voice was as gentle as water, "Dido could only keep him by her side for a short time, but could not hold him permanently. This was also a destined fate. Aeneas was destined to leave her." "

"The established fate cannot be changed," he continued, "just like I was killed by Diavolo that night, just like you defeated Diavolo, just like..."< /p>

"Then when we protected Trish and betrayed the organization, the nine days when the five of us lived and died together, and the deaths of Apaki and Nalanja, what we struggled to resist was What? "Giorno asked back.

"It's the choice we made," Bucciarati said too calmly, "But no matter what choice we make and what route we take, fate will still turn around. Go to the original trajectory and reach the end point that has already been written. ”

“If the choices we make can’t affect our destiny, what’s the point? "

"The meaning..." Bucciarati smiled extremely gently, "Isn't it just for the little possibility to give hope to desperate people, to make the impossible possible, and to let the people you love happiness. ”

“Besides, sometimes resisting fate is also a kind of fate. "

Giorno wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound. Suddenly he heard a sound outside the window, which was still open, so he looked up to the sky. The dark night is no longer dark, and the stars are eclipsed because the fireworks light up the night, and because the fireworks are more dreamy than the stars outside Naples.

“Giorno, what’s wrong? "Bucciarati's voice sounded, and his eyes looked in the direction where Giorno was looking up.

The person named did not answer immediately. He moved his eyes back to that person, Bucciarati. The fireworks were no longer visible early, and everything in his eyes was dark.

"Someone is setting off fireworks. "Giorno said.

"Really? Is there a wedding going on? There seemed to be a lot of people gathering at the beach. "

"Well, it seems so. "

"Isn't it beautiful? "

"What? "

"Fireworks, aren't they beautiful? ”

Bucciarati didn’t know that the dazzling light had long been extinguished in his eyes, and his face flickered. The first time he met Bucciarati suddenly appeared in Giorno’s mind In the scene mentioned, I once heard Fugo say that Bucciarati had entrusted him with the matter of "Tear-Eyed Luca", but then turned around and went back to deliver the tape recorder to Mista, the big man. It fell off and hit the roof of the car, causing him internal injuries, so Bucciarati finally went to investigate the matter himself. At that time, Fugo was just complaining about Mista and was warned by the latter's bullet. Now that he recalled it for a moment, Giorno suddenly believed everything that man said. If fate may be unchangeable, was it also destined that he meet Bucciarati?

Dido committed suicide in order to resist her fate. Her hatred of Aeneas was out of love, her curse was out of love, and her unforgiveness was also out of love. Except for the intentional guidance of Queen Juno, It was just fate that she loved him, and her death was also due to fate.

If it was not Bucciarati who met him, then it is unknown how the subsequent series of events would develop. It only lasted nine days from meeting him to defeating Diavolo. Nine days was so short that they didn't even have time to say goodbye properly, but it was enough for him to understand Bucciarati's determination, bravery, kindness, and gentleness. , calm and wise. Obviously the dead Nalanjia and Apaki were also important partners in his heart, but why did only Bucciarati's soul remain? If the golden experience was not out of his control, why did only Bucciarati remain? soul.

Why.

While taking a plane to Sardinia, he lost his arms to fight against the Notorious B.I.G. The pain left him speechless, but he was still conscious and he fell into the trap. Galati's arms. It's strange that the body is cold and stiff, but the embrace is very gentle. He carried him into the turtle shell, gently placed him on the sofa and bandaged his wounds. Giorno half-opened his eyes at that time, and saw Bucciarati frowning and trying to stop the bleeding. He understood, He heard that Bucciarati was blaming himself and feeling guilty. He really wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. He turned his hope into a ladybug at the last moment when his arm was thrown out of the plane. His left arm can be restored, his arms can be restored, Naranja and Mista He can also heal.

That was his last thought before he passed out from blood loss.

Since when, Bucciarati has become part of his belief and the most important part of him. After discovering the strangeness in Bucciarati's body, he panicked, maybe because of fear or worry, but he always felt like he would lose Bucciarati soon, like a tide slowly submerging his internal organs. It flooded over his head and suppressed his breathing. Fortunately, the enemies that attacked one after another only gave him a short time to experience this suffocation. Bucciarati's soul told him "no need to care", but how could he not care? While understanding that he must continue Bucciarati's will to defeat the boss, he wished he could do something to save him. There was nothing he could do when he lost Apaki and Nalanjia, and there was nothing he could do when Bucciarati left. What can his substitute, who can give life to objects, bring to him?

In the dark, dry and cold basement, he saw Bucciarati's eyes slowly opening, and his heartbeat almost stopped.

During class every day, he looked forward to returning to the small house after school to talk and chat with Bucciarati. He wanted to tell him everything that that person could not see or hear.

For countless moments, as long as he looked into Bucciarati's eyes and heard Bucciarati's voice, he would always feel at ease.

Why. What is the answer.

Should this also be attributed to fate?

Giorno had a crazy and terrifying idea in his heart. It was incredible and forced him to verify it.

"Yeah" he replied.

"The fireworks are beautiful."

He slowly came closer.

"It's conceivable." Bucciarati smiled and nodded, still looking out the window, "I remember the last time I saw fireworks, it seemed to be New Year's Eve a long time ago. People set off a lot of fireworks at the beach. "Fireworks, very beautiful."

Giorno didn't respond. He was very close to Bucciarati's face, the tips of their noses were almost minuscule distance, and then he quickly touched the man's lips. A kiss.

Like a meteor shower passing by, it breaks apart at the first touch.

When Bucciarati looked at him again, he had already sat back down.

"What's wrong? Giorno, just now..."

"It's okay." He answered quickly.

Giorno rubbed his lips with his index finger.

There is no temperature, but it seems to be boiling hot.

It’s okay, he repeated in a low voice.