[Comprehensive British and American] Soul Wandering

20:

"I'm leaving the Volturi."

She said these words to him one morning.

"I have my work to do, and the Volturi is just a short break for me."

"No matter who I was, in this life, I'm just me, Agnes Thanatos, I don't have to fulfill anyone's wishes, and I don't have to bear anyone's burdens."

"I just want to be myself, if you want to find Hermione, I'm sorry, I'm not her, I can't give you what you want."

It was a rare sunny day, and Caius stood in the dark alley, watching her back gradually disappear into the snow.

Ah Luo stood on the top of the wall, moving lightly like a silent ghost at night, "Don't you want to keep it for a while? This is not like you."

The snow fell on Caius' shoulders and melted on the golden buttons. He sighed: "It's a blessing to see her again. These few days have actually made me feel happy."

21:

So Aro announced that Caius Volturi, the Lord of Slaughters who had worked hard for thousands of years, would get a ten-year vacation.

Caius raised his eyebrows: "What are you fuming about?"

Ah Luo opened his arms with a look of understanding: "In the name of giving my dear brother a vacation, let him go out and find our little Spartan princess."

"Ten years is a long time for humans, but it is just a moment for vampires. My dear brother, I am waiting for your good news in Volturi."

ten years?No, not enough.

In order to meet her again, he has been waiting in the dark for thousands of years.

22:

The vampire's hearing is very sensitive, and Caius wrote the sound of snow falling on the eaves into an Orviq music.

Fingertips plucking on the strings, like memories shuttle back and forth in the mind.

Agnes' words circled in his mind:

"If you turn your back to the sun, you can only see your own shadow."

23:

The snow fell even harder, and Agnes was forced to stop. She was resting in an inn, and her palms were scorched by the hot tea that was too hot for the day.

She was a little absent-minded.

Because of the seemingly endless snow, her task has been delayed again and again, and she doesn't know if the poor girl will still be there when the snow stops.

A half-open scroll of parchment on the table contained many seemingly unrelated characters in an unknown language.

Agnes rubbed her fingertips on the parchment, and her frown did not ease for a long time.

The lazy sun was still sleeping, and the thick brocade quilt was blown by the wind, and the cotton was leaking, and a ray of sunlight leaked into the world.

Agnes seized the sparse sunlight and left the hotel in the snow.

She was in a hurry, in a hurry.

24:

She is going to complete the tasks that must be completed, just to understand all the doubts in the heart.

Some people said that she was too tired to live, but she said that she didn't even know what she was like.

Because there is a vacancy, something needs to be found to fill it.

So she set off on the journey again.

25:

The snow is boundless, and the mountains and rivers are boundless.

She finally fainted in a snowdrift halfway up the mountain.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Caius Volturi.

She asked weakly, "Why are you here?"

Caius' pale complexion was stained with embarrassment by the flames, "I'm on vacation, so I'm going on a long trip."

26:

Speechless.

Everyone knows this is a poor excuse.

For the first time, Agnes did not refuse Caius' help, firstly because she was in a hurry, and secondly because she knew that Caius knew her far better than she herself.

But he said: "Actually, the vacant ones are more convenient to smear and paint wantonly."

For a while, the snow seemed to be a little bigger.

27:

He didn't get too involved in her affairs, he just played the role of a guard faithfully and dutifully, and sent her to a small village on the shore of Lake Garda.

Lake Garda is in the north of Volterra, it is located in the southern foothills of the Central Alps, is the largest inland lake in the country.

Caius once came to this northern city and lived here for a while.

He owns a small manor, standing on any building in the manor, he can directly see the beautiful Lake Garda.

Agnes went to live with a peasant woman to accomplish her own affairs, while Caius returned to his estate.

There was no one in the manor, and everything remained as it was when he stayed here a century ago.

There are continuous exquisite murals on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The paintings left a century ago are already dull in color a century later.

The green eyes of the beauty in the painting have lost the brilliance they had when they were painted.

28:

Mountain streams such as the Sarca River flow into Lake Garda from the northern end, and the Mincio River at the southern end is the outlet of the lake.The northern end of the lake is narrow, sandwiched between towering cliffs, and gradually widens to the south, forming a nearly circular basin, with rich vegetation on the south and west banks.

And the country girl Luciana grew up in such a place.

She introduced to Agnes: "In the morning, the wind from the north blows over Lake Garda and kisses you on the cheek, it is called the sover; The southern winds, called ora, bring the morning sun and sunset respectively."

The cool wind passed through Agnes' fingertips, she looked at Luciana, and the girl's bright voice was elongated in the wind: "This is ora, right? The one who came to Lake Garda with the sunset ora, the cool breeze with the meaning of farewell ora, is it it?"

"Yes, ora always sends blessings at night, it is always gentle like the sover who sends morning."

When Luciana talked about them, her brown eyes seemed to be soaked in the morning dew, and seemed to be embellished with the light of the stars and moon against Garda, revealing her nostalgia for Garda without any concealment.

"I've grown up so much, I haven't seen them lose their temper yet, I can't bear to leave them, I don't want to leave Garda, I don't want to go to that place called Florence."

When the place of Florence was mentioned, the light in Luciana's eyes faded.

Her stepfather sold her to a Florentine landowner, who would marry her there two mornings later, and if she escaped, her young brother would die in a terrible death. cured tuberculosis.

Ora raised Agnes's red skirt, her fingers trembling slightly, but she pretended to make a promise with a normal face: "I will help you stay here, but in return, you will give me a little of yours." Jar of blood."

The author has something to say:

28 The first paragraph is from Baidu Encyclopedia (after all, the poor author has never been abroad, and he doesn’t know what the landscape looks like outside)

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