[Tutor+K] Five generations

"What did you say...?" The goblet that had slipped from his fingers had rolled to nowhere. Richard was so shocked that he forgot to push the other away. His tongue seemed to be entangled by an unknown force and he couldn't spit it out. smooth syllables.

But at this time, Sawada Tsunayoshi took the initiative to leave from his shoulder, the arc of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, hooked loosely, and met his shocked gaze very calmly.

It's just "seemingly".

Whether it's super intuition or Zetian Tsunayoshi's eyes at the moment, they all clearly express a meaning.

What he just said was definitely not a joke.

"how dare you--"

"Why don't I dare?" Tsunayoshi Sawada tilted his head slightly, as if trying to change a more comfortable posture, but he didn't let go of Richard. "It's you," he smiled clearly without malice. The words were unexpectedly sharp and piercing, "Could it be that you want to have a hand in this Peng Gelie who has been separated from you for a hundred years?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi finished speaking without changing his face, and stopped a hand that was attacking his lower abdomen halfway, and lifted it up and pressed it against the wall.

"You want to hit me? Why, did I step on your sore foot?" He approached Richard again, his breath with a faint aroma of wine was hot on his tightly pursed lips, but his voice was completely cold, "Compared to If you don't need to care about things, you should take care of yourself first."

The provocative anger almost burned his mind, Richard wanted to overturn the person in front of him, but because of the position and force, the restrained right hand couldn't break free for a while.

In fact, Richard is not ignorant - he knows that no matter how his successors treat Pengo Lie, as a person in the past, he has no right to interfere.

But he couldn't tolerate anyone's contemptuous attitude towards Pengo Lie.

In particular, the person who despised it was still its leader.

Countless words of refutation poured into his throat, but they were stopped abruptly just as they were about to exit.

The flame of death energy that was about to burst out flashed from the palm of the hand in a flash, and went out silently.

Because Richard remembered something he learned from Bai Lan when he arrived in this era last time.

——In this era, Tsunayoshi Sawada's teacher, Reborn, died not long ago.

Did he say those words and lose his composure because of the pain of witnessing the tragic death of his teacher but being helpless?

No, maybe more than that.

"The house can be rebuilt if it collapses, and the organization codenamed 'Vongola' can be rebuilt even if it is destroyed. Only people, living people, once lost, are lost forever, and there is no chance of coming back by luck."

"For a dead thing, for a symbol, for something that represents glory—is it really worth it to lose one's life?"

"Vongola without companions and people I care about is nothing."

Unwilling to lose his life for the so-called "dead thing"... What X Shi was talking about was definitely not himself, but all his companions, all the people he cared about.

I don't want them to die under Mafia's strife, and I don't want them to be victims of various reasons.

Even though Richard lacks understanding of the current situation, he is very clear: if a leader can take risks alone, Vengley's situation ten years later will not be optimistic.

Even the mysterious and powerful Son of the Rainbow was murdered. Perhaps in this era, the names of the victims have already filled the monuments of heroes.

Any turmoil will not end with the sacrifice of only one or two people. Behind any brilliance and victory, there will always be countless blood and bones.

But Richard understood that from the moment Mafia was born, or rather from the moment the human species was born, plundering and killing each other has been inevitable.

Being devoured is because they are not strong enough, and the sacrifice is to preserve the fire—in order to survive, ants can huddle in tens of thousands and rush through the sea of ​​fire without fear.Even if ten percent of the living power is burned to death, even if the outermost ants are burned to ashes and there is no bones left, their sacrifices are the most delicious seasoning.Because they preserved the continuation of the group, they let the surviving little ones never forget this terrible catastrophe, and always carry a heavy and cherished heart until the next rise.

With their scarred bodies and scarred hearts, they will return home and rebuild everything.

So Richard was never afraid of sacrifice, no matter how painful or unbearable, as long as people are not extinct, as long as Vongola is not destroyed, nothing can be called despair.

Even he himself can become a victim at any time when necessary and become a nourishment for Vongola.

The continuation of Peng Gelie's leaders from generation to generation may represent a direction, a strong guarantee, a bottle of coagulant and lubricant, but it is not the heart.

If the leader dies, there will be a successor, and if the clansman dies, there will be a next generation, but if even Pengo Lie is destroyed, it will be like a colony of ants scarred and nearly dead, homeless after going through a sea of ​​fire. Seeing the other party, even the last spiritual comfort can't be found, so what should I use to bear the pain of losing my clansman?

Lost home, the condensed belief was destroyed, devastated and torn apart.Even the object to fight for no longer exists.How can it continue itself?

Terrible is never destruction itself.It is the confusion after the destruction, no belonging, no sustenance, no meaning, nothing but painful memories.

The existence of the family and the existence of the ethnic group have never represented more than the continuation of life.

But he couldn't say a word of these words.

No one has ever been able to be absolutely rational, and no one who has emotions can really look down on sacrifice and be truly insensitive.Even if he is used to seeing death and firmly believes that Vongola is above all else, he can't do it, so what qualifications and stand does he have to use such words to comfort others?

And Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't need these vague principles, what he needs now is just a proper vent.

The breath mixed with the strong smell of alcohol was close at hand, followed by the rough breathing of the brown-haired youth; Richard let go of his tense body, and pressed the head close at hand with his only free left hand.

The slender knuckles were next to the soft hair, tightening indistinctly.

"You're drunk, Gangji."

The figure next to him was shocked, and even his hot breathing froze for a moment.

"Rich..."

Indistinct voice with vibrato.Richard, who didn't hear the specific content clearly, asked subconsciously:

"What)--"

But his lips opened slightly before they were blocked viciously by a cold and soft thing.

For a moment, Richard's mind was blank and blank.

He didn't wake up from a dream until he felt a gentle rolling touch on his lips, and pushed the person who was pressing on him away with all his strength.

The orange-red weak light flashed past, and Richard moved his back away from the cold and hard wall, and straightened his somewhat messy skirt.

"You're really drunk." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, looking at the brown-haired young man who was shaken away by his deadly fire, "Look at it clearly, I'm not your mistress, Shi Shi."

However, what Richard didn't expect was that the brown-haired young man who had been punched by him, his messy hair covering most of his expression, and his hand covering his abdomen fell to the foot of the bed at this moment, and his eyes were even more bewildered than his. Color: "...isn't... hallucination?"

... This guy Ganqing always thought it was an illusion, so he taught him a lesson without fear?

Richard's calm expression was distorted for a moment. He tore off the loose buttons on his neckline, and approached the opponent while clenching his fists. A clear flame leaped from the forehead with red double swords: "Illusion? Do you need it?" Need me to confirm it for you to see if all this is an illusion?"

The complexion of the brown-haired young man changed rapidly for a few seconds, weird, troubled, tangled, helpless... All kinds of complicated meanings flashed through those misty brown pupils, and finally turned into resignation.

"Then... how many punches do you want to punch?"

Looking at the brown-haired young man who looked up at him and "obediently begged to fight", Mr. Vengley V Richard felt that his three views were about to be shattered.

"I think you're really drunk." Richard pressed his hot temples and gave him a cold look, "Get up."

The brown-haired youth stood up obediently.

Richard stretched out two fingers: "This is how many."

The brown-haired youth said without hesitation, "Two."

So in the bedroom of the Boss with the best sound insulation effect in Vengley, Vongola V, who came from afar in the past, beat Vengley X violently.

Five minutes later, the effectiveness of the ten-year bazooka passed, and Tsunayoshi Sawada, ten years ago, stared in horror at his "nephew" who had returned from the outside and locked him tightly with eyes that could be called "the devil's gaze".

"Ri, Richie..." The boy Zetian, who didn't understand what happened at all, tried his best not to look so stiff, "You... are back... ah..."

"Do you need me to help you wake up?"

"Huh, huh?" Before Tsunayoshi Sawada realized the meaning of this sentence, he was pressed against the wall for a "discussion".

Gangji boy: ...Why did QAQ hit me? !

The author has something to say:

Ah ha ha I don't know anything I don't know nothing I don't know anything.

Don't ask me don't ask me don't ask me

Don't hit me either, I'm afraid of pain QAQ

My existence is just a quiet soup...

And... It seems that I have made a disclaimer before, and the words and deeds of 270 are not responsible for the words and deeds of 27 in the text (with a blank face), so...

Let me be alone [Lie down] [The author didn't take medicine today, so ignore it.