[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Rongmi/Jodi/Chenghua in this chapter

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flock of birds like black raindrops

Fly from dusk into night

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Giorno dreamed of Mista Gaido's face.

They were six or seven years old again. "Hands!" Dio stood in the woodland next to the tidal flat, impatiently pinning the blond hair on the side of his face behind his ears, and he took his hand away from Giorno's sore and sore wrist, "Shoot." Then The force of the recoil made Giorno lean back slightly, and the bullet didn't even hit the target that Dio aimed for him.When his father was angry, he would purse the corners of his lips, "Do it again." Dio's voice was tense, and he repeated the shooting action again, holding Giorno's palm and adjusting it to a suitable height, "Shoot!"

Mista came to the edge of the tidal flat with a plastic bucket and a shovel in his arms. He stepped on the muddy ground with bare feet and his hands were covered with mud. "Giorno!" Mista raised his arms excitedly at them. , "Want to play together?" Mista's invitation made Giorno lose his focus, and his bullet deviated from the course again.Giorno saw Dio's anger, and the man even walked up to the lump of mud and warned Mista, "I think you'd better stay away from Giorno, little Mr. Gedo." He squinted his eyes and picked it up. Mista threw the plastic shovel vigorously, "Go over there and play."

Mista bit his lip and stood up, Giorno stood still holding the gun - Dio turned his back to him, and he quietly smiled apologetically at Mista.Mista grinned tacitly and shook his fist at him, then ran to the other side of the tidal flat.Dio wiped his shoes with a paper towel in annoyance, "Stop interacting with the little bastards of Gaido, Giorno."

"This is my last demonstration."

Dio stuffed the gun into Giorno's palm, "It's your turn." Holding the gun with one hand was too heavy.Giorno has been spending time on loading guns, shooting, and shooting targets for a week. He wants to eat something sweet, he wants to take a bath, he wants to lie down and take a long nap, he wants to be with Mista Go to the nearby tidal flats to catch bugs or repair the mud castle that has already taken shape.He inevitably felt aggrieved—his crosshair lost control again.

This completely angered Dio, "You can't survive 5 seconds in the fire, Giorno." Dio narrowed his eyes mockingly, "Do you think godfather is a king who only talks when children play pretend games?" Boy Aggrieved, he took two steps back - Giorno didn't want to hear about the grand goal of the godfather, that dream was too far away.He just feels dazed and tired now, and his father is much stricter than Mista's parents combined.Dio reloaded the magazine, and he put the gun back into Giorno's hand, "Don't miss a single shot."

Giorno raised the gun silently, his shoulders and wrists were in severe pain. "I want to rest, father." He whispered as if forgiving, "I want to play with Mista. I don't want to be..." Dio's eyes looked over, his eyes were so indifferent, and his fists were suddenly withdrawn Tight, "That's it for today." Taking the gun from Giorno's hand, Dio's thin jaw tensed into a line, "But don't let me hear that again." Dio fired all the remaining bullets into the gun. Bullseye, shell casings piled up under his feet and kicked away.

"Don't ever say that, Giorno."

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Giorno woke up from his sleep, and it was raining lightly outside the window, leaving long trails of water on the glass.He stared at the city in the night, as if he could still touch the residual warmth of the dream from his fingertips.

When Dio's next estrus came, Giorno found Mista while his father was busy dealing with the heat.The little boy took him into the family's boat, and they paddled to see the abandoned lighthouse by the sea. That night, the moonlight was as bright as water, and silvery white waves appeared on the calm sea. The stars were so clear that they fell like dust. halo.The white lighthouse stood before their eyes, sleeping under the starry sky.

Giorno was lying on the deck of the wooden boat, breathing the salty sea breeze. He turned his head to look for his companion's eyes, and for some reason made his voice very soft. "I'm glad you brought me here, Mista."

The boy's fingers were wrapped around Mista's short hair. Mista rarely saw him smile so sincerely. He scratched his cheek and turned over to sit on Giorno's lap, and slapped him on Giorno's lap. On the shoulder of the other party, "There will be opportunities to bring you here in the future—" he added a little embarrassedly, "As long as Mr. Brando gives you time." Mista is still quite afraid of Dio.

The boat pulled up to the shore, and Mista took Giorno's hand and dragged him out of the boat. "Adventure time for men!" He smiled and pulled Giorno up to the deserted lighthouse. The hanging ladder creaked, and the boys ran towards the height of the lighthouse holding hands. Their hair lifted the light corners of their clothes, as if they were afraid of disturbing this gentle dream that no one visited.

Shoulder to shoulder, they gazed at the ocean under the stars. "Hey, Giorno, what do you want to do in the future?" Mista bumped Giorno's shoulder, and his hot breath hit the tip of the boy's nose, "My dad always asks me this." Mista He held his face and looked towards the sky, "I didn't think about it at all, wouldn't it be fine to let nature take its course?"

Giorno laughed indulgently, he blinked his eyes, and his eyes fell on the deep blue sea.He said softly, as if praying, "I want to become a godfather." This is his father's dream. "Wow——!!!" Mista jumped up and patted him on the shoulder, "This is so cool!" He nodded with a smile, "When you become the boss, don't forget me."

They chatted carelessly until late at night, and when they were about to descend the hanging ladder, Mista suddenly wanted to ask him, "What will you do if you grow up and become the boss but can't find me?" Giorno turned around , his golden hair swayed in the moonlight, and a small speck of light lit up the tip of his nose.That smile appeared in Mista's eyes like in slow motion, "Then come here." He pulled the switch on the top floor of the lighthouse with his hand, and the lights began to flash in an orderly manner. "When the lighthouse lights up like this, that's when I come for you, Mista."

"It's a word."

"It's a word."

Then the flashing light in the lighthouse became a code word throughout their childhood.

Giorno got up and poured himself a cup of hot water. He rubbed his temples. He hadn't found any news about Mista—since the news of the death of the Bugarati team came, he had been looking for Mista. traces.While my father was busy with Joestar, distraction wasn't appropriate, but his tired nerves were getting overwhelmed by the information overload.Giorno felt torn in two—he shouldn't have gone to see Jonathan, but his proud self-control couldn't stop him.

Even though Giorno still had meager hopes, he understood early on that no one could avoid being injured in this doomed war.

He had made up his mind that it was another sleepless night.Until the phone screen lit up—he and his father had promised never to go near the godfather again—and Dio resumed some of his communications.It was a number he was all too familiar with.Giorno's fingers holding the cup tightened slightly, "We've arrived in Naples. See you at the old place at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. I want to talk to you alone." The pouring hot water wet his palms, and Giorno even Unable to swipe the screen several times.

At least Mista was still alive - he fell into a peaceful sleep with the message in his arms amidst the sound of the rain.

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Giorno came much earlier than the appointed time.He stepped on the surroundings of the lighthouse again. This village, which he thought was extremely vast in his childhood, was actually not very large. Most of the surroundings were local residents who lived on fishing, and there were almost no people at night——the only entrance and exit of the lighthouse, he After carefully inspecting the abandoned building, no suspicious persons were found.Giorno put down the binoculars and checked the guns and bullets - counting from the time he got off the lighthouse, no one had approached the building within an hour.Mista clearly appeared in Giorno's sight. He hurriedly got off the taxi, looked around nervously for a while, and walked towards the lighthouse.

Lights lit up in the lighthouse, and then began to flash in an orderly manner.

Giorno finally stepped on the first step, and the hanging ladder wobbled and made a creaking sound.Mista looked very distressed, his clothes were ripped all over, and the cuts on his face were covered with dark brown scabs.His eyes widened the moment he saw Giorno.Mista hugged Giorno vigorously, "Gioruno, Buccarati is dead." His fingers lightly touched Gioruno's hair, and then he hugged Giorno tightly, his voice trembling, " Others… as well."

Giorno's tears did not roll out of his eyes, he lowered his eyes, reached out and patted Mista's back gently, "You are safe now." He repeated in a dull voice, "You are safe." Mista Calm down, sit cross-legged on the ground and ask him, "What happened on the road? Are you really caught by Diablo?" Giorno lowered his head and fiddled with the cross on his neck. He nodded hesitantly, slowly Mista replied, "Yes. Because Diablo found out my identity, I had to take the initiative to hand over all the communication equipment in order to protect myself. Apart from that message, I have no other way to contact you. "

"I thought that message could..."

Mista grabbed Giorno's shoulders tightly.He was not without suspicion—but Bugarati told everyone in the team before the journey started, "See who your enemy is." Mista looked into Giorno's eyes, and there Fog-like water vapor rises.His companion was suffering from mental torture, and he shared the unspeakable grief and indignation with him.

Mista took out the Bugarati zipper from his pocket, which still had black traces of gunpowder smoke. He put the thing into Giorno's palm, and closed his fingers one by one. . "I believe in you, Giorno." Mista may not be able to think as deeply as his companions, but his intuition has always been accurate and clear.Mista firmly believed that Giorno would never hurt himself, "I know you are not the kind of person who would betray us."

"We must see who our enemy is."

Mista grabbed Giorno's wrist, and he repeated Buccarati's words. "I think you should have a good talk with Jotaro-san. Although I understand that it's dangerous, you know..." The name of Kujo Jotaro sent chills down Giorno's spine, and he shuddered Mista pushed Mista away, "Who are you talking about?" Giorno raised his voice suddenly, and he stood up nervously, Mista was startled by his reaction. "Sora, Kujo Jotaro. Bugarati said you have seen it." Giorno turned and ran out, his footsteps echoed above the hanging ladder, damn it, there is only one exit for the lighthouse, you must go Faster—Mista followed him closely because of his reaction, "Giorno!"

Giorno was blocked at the exit.

Higashika Josuke and Kishibe Rohan were leaning against the exit door, looking like they had been waiting for a long time——Josuke was the taxi driver who brought Mista, and Giorno's mind was ringing alarm bells, and his fingers touched gun handle. "Take it easy, brat." Lu Ban pulled the anesthesia gun faster than him, and the anesthesia injected automatically was enough to stun a bear.Giorno's vision began to blur. He vaguely heard Mista calling his name, and then his vision went dark—he was put in a sack and probably moved into the trunk of a taxi.Giorno felt the ups and downs in the dark drowsily, his blond hair spread across his forehead, and he only had time to put Bucciarati's belongings away before falling into a complete coma.

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Giorno meets Kujo Jotaro again.He still felt dizzy, the bright light made Giorno squint his eyes, and the smell of gunpowder smoke welled up his nose.Jotaro sat across from him, the man in the black hat was full of coercion, and the pistol twirled in his palm.Mista was held outside the crowd by Dongsuke, and he said to Giorno worriedly, "Speak up, Giorno."

Heshen's muzzle was aimed at Giorno's forehead, and Jotaro's blue eyes were like frozen glaciers. "Diablo's speaker." His index finger slid on the trigger, "What do you want?" Explained?"

Giorno thought drowsily.He sucked in his breath hard, his throat was dry and sore, Giorno was still not sure how much Dongfang Jousuke had heard about his conversation with Mista. "I was discovered by Diablo - I had to do this in order to protect myself, just before I could reply to Bugarati." Jotaro's gun did not move, the Joestar family hated traitors the most , He pulled the bolt of the gun expressionlessly and stuck it on the opponent's forehead, "So, you leaked our route."

"He reminded us originally because of me..." Mista hastily explained, Jousuke covered his mouth tightly, and Jotaro's bullet grazed his ear and shot into the wall behind him. "Yes, that message can prove that I didn't betray Bucciarati." Giorno told him calmly, the young man's expression reminded Jotaro of their conversation in the Colosseum.

Giorno held his head high, the muzzle of the gun left a red mark the size of a bullet hole on his skin, he looked straight into Jotaro's eyes, "Bugarati has always been loyal to the Joestar family, Mr. Jotaro." Taro took a deep breath, he pursed his lips, silently hid his eyes in the shadow of his hat.Kakyoin was keenly aware of Jotaro's struggling expression, and he raised his gun without saying a word. "I want you to get to the point."

"You, like Bucciarati, came to Naples to save Godfather."

"Then I can tell you now that Jonathan Joestar is still alive."

Almost everyone turned their heads and stared at Giorno's face.Jotaro's fingers clenched again, the young man could even smell the gunpowder from the gunshot, he couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes. Diablo asked me to meet him in order to get information about the Joestar family." Giorno knew the whole picture of the incident better than anyone else, and he had to use the advantage of information to fight for his own chance of being alive. . "I'm really insignificant," he added, "but everyone knows that Tobio is in prison. Diablo can't let the new boss die like this at your hands. Those little boys who just announced surrender Families are not cheap lamps."

The faces of Dio and Jonathan came to Giorno's mind, his fathers—in the infinite uncertainty, only the blood connection is connected.Giorno still has hope, to save his last relative in this cruel and painful war.

"You can contact Diablo."

"Exchange of hostages." - Minimize sacrifice.

Kujo Jotaro walked around Giorno, the muzzle of his gun from Giorno's forehead to the back of his head, the young mafioso always speaking surprisingly.But it was indeed a tempting option - Kakyoin's eyes told Jotaro that he agreed.The smell of the sea was surging, and he hated the turbulent undercurrent under this calm.Jotaro held the gun against the back of Giorno's head, which was an angle that would definitely kill him with a single shot, "What proof do you have that Godfather is still in Diablo's hands? Maybe he fled to another place? Maybe he's already dead " Giorno didn't flinch, he didn't even move his body, "Diablo will prove it for me, just pass the information to him."

Jotaro felt Kakyoin's gaze, and he thought of the dead Bugarati team, the brother he had left, the injured Saisa, and young people like Higashi Jousuke and Kishibe Rohan still standing behind him.The end of this long journey had come, and if Jonathan came back alive—then there would be no need for unnecessary sacrifices.

"Let's give it a try."

Jotaro picked up the knife nailed on the table, he pressed the back of Giorno's head and cut off his golden braid—the piece of gold slipped from between his fingers and hung down in strands to the back of his head.Giorno turned his face slightly, and the strong smell of the ocean swept over—for a moment, Giorno's face overlapped with that of Dio Brando in his memory, except for those green eyes that were not malicious, Jotaro I almost thought I was dazzled. "I really hate you." Jotaro looked down at the back of the other's head condescendingly, "Who are you, Giorno?"

"Giorno Giovanna, sir."

—Son of Jonathan Joestar and Dio Brando.He knew that he and Jotaro had the same blood, but he didn't say anything.

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That strand of blond hair was entangled between Dio's fingers, and his index finger was pressed against the tip of the cross, almost piercing the skin and bleeding.He sat alone in the deserted command room. In the dark and airtight space, only the flashing red light of the screen imprinted on his face. The note had been reduced to ashes and fell on the floor.

Dio closed his eyes—the more scheming a person is, the easier it is to fall into unexpected difficulties.Those painful and violent childhoods, Dalio's abuse and use, 15 years of humiliation and being dependent on others, all the joys and sorrows of his life were stretched out to him from under the coat that Jonathan Joestar covered his head. It started with that hand, until the hypocritical appearance shattered layer by layer, those cold hands let go of him in the stormy night, tearing his flesh and smashing his bones in despair.

Dior once felt that it was all over.When he was lying on the tidal flat like a dead fish, his body was rotten mud, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were covered with poisonous spikes, but his lower abdomen was throbbing slightly, which symbolized a new life, and it happened to be here. Flowers bloom in the bottomless mud.If it wasn't for Giorno——Dio might never be able to crawl out of that boundless sea of ​​​​darkness.

Dio opened his eyes.

"I know Joestar's internal contact code - I was involved in the acceptance of this system." Dio threw Jonathan onto the chair in the command room. "Its verification method must have your vital signs." The godfather's condition has eased a lot. He struggled and took some effort to hold Dio's wrist. Internal communication has no command effect, and the hand that symbolizes power and obedience The key was inserted into the card slot in the command room early on. "Dio, what do you want to do?" Dio became annoyed because of his inquiring attitude, his fingers were about to sink into Jonathan's shoulders, his voice was almost growling, "Save your son, Jonathan." Dio brushed Giorno's hair Scattered in the opponent's arms, he grabbed Jonathan by the collar and slammed the opponent against the backrest, "Your good brother might kill him."

——The more scheming a person is, the easier it is to fall into unexpected difficulties.

Damn Kujo Jotaro.

Damn Joestar.

Jonathan looked down at the blond hair on his lap, the warmth of Giorno's hand holding him seemed to have not faded, "He will be safe." Jonathan finally assured.