"Wei Yong" You are the Hua of Twilight Ice

It's really "Blood Moonlight"!

In fact, Victor had seen such a moon before, and he had seen it more than once since he was a child.But only now did he realize that the moonlight that no one around him could see was not his own wishful thinking.

He supported the window sill with one hand, and continued to hold Makachin, who was slowly moving over, in his arms with the other hand, rubbing Makachin's furry head, "Something surprising will happen in a while, right?" ? I'm really nervous and looking forward to it!"

Ma Kaqin couldn't speak, and could only yell "Ao Ao Ao" twice.

There are a few wandering red glows in the clear light, and the moonlight gradually becomes more and more diluted crimson.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid Victor would never believe that this scene really existed.

And yet, it exists now, and it's right in front of Victor's own eyes.The silver-haired man who liked novelty the most stared at the full moon hanging high in the sky, his expression was a little nervous, but there was even a little excitement.

The halo of the moon finally turned into a cold crimson. At this moment, a beam of moonlight shot straight into the room through the window lattice.

Light streamed into the hall from the windows, because the three-layered curtain almost covered half of the window pages, only half of the space in the empty and solemn hall was shrouded in moonlight.After thinking about it, Victor went to the door and turned off all the lights in the living room.

The crimson of the moonlight was a bit thicker, but it wasn't ferocious at all.Like the color of fresh blood diluted by pure cold water, in Victor's eyes, there was an inexplicable sense of peace.

Victor glanced back, but just such a glance gave him a feeling of enlightenment.The faint light that occupies half of the room is reflected just above the fireplace in the middle of the wall in the hall. In this position, it is an oil painting.

Originally, Victor had been familiar with the existence of this oil painting since he lived here.It is a relatively old painting, probably not too old, because since Cyril left his father and built this castle here alone, this painting has been hanging in the main hall, above the fireplace .And this painting was created several centuries ago.The picture has a slightly cooler tone, harmonious colors and a space that expands to the depths, which are handled very well by virtue of the river bank.Some people once asked why the fireplace painting in Nikiforov's home was not a general portrait of a person, but such a landscape painting, although this painting has a literary name, it is called "The Seine Estuary at Honfel ".

There has never been a positive answer to this question.

But now, Victor feels that he already knows the answer. The crimson moonlight shines on the painting, the foreground water with obvious Monet style and the cloud almost in the center of the picture.In the whole painting, only these two places seem to be covered with special materials.

This should be the way it was artificially processed nearly half a century after the painting was hung here.It usually looks normal, but at this time, two beams of moonlight reflecting from different angles meet at one point on the ground.

The light that converges at this point is reflected by the smooth marble in one direction.

Silently recorded the direction of the light, Victor had no time to take into account his indescribable surprise.He hastily turned on the light, and walked along the corridor pointed by the beam of moonlight just now. On both sides of the corridor, there was rarely a room, and at the end, there was a pair of bronze doors.On the other side of this door is a room that Victor never went to when he was a child.

In this castle, there are only a few rooms that Victor has no impression of, and this one is one of them.The room that Victor was once denied to enter, became easy to enter when Victor put his hand on the doorknob.

This is……

When Victor saw the paintings on the walls of this room, he couldn't help being stunned on the spot.A large part of these paintings are a man with short light brown hair, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, some are wearing straight suits, and some are wearing pure white white coats or military uniforms.But these costumes are all scenes from the last century.

There is another part in the painting, which is Victor himself.He is of all ages, from a baby who just fell to the ground, to a teenager who has just picked up a cane.It's like recording all of Victor's years as a carefree kid.

Looking over one by one, Victor finally found that the name "Cyril" was gently written on each painting.And the owner of this name is Victor's grandfather who has not been seen for a long time.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, the silver-haired man cast his eyes on the only low cabinet in the room.Among the books on the low cabinet, Victor successfully found the book with a dark red background and a bronzing cover.Looking at the elegant and thin Russian letters written on the inner cover, Viktor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cyril's Notes...", Victor hoped that this grandfather's notes could help him understand the memories of his childhood, the dreams that became clear day by day, the most special transformation in the so-called family, and the memories of his grandfather. What kind of mystery is hidden behind the disappearance.After all, this can be regarded as an end to a worry!

Victor quickly left the castle with Makachin. After all, there has been no one living here for a long time. If you stay for a long time, you will feel a sense of loss.And the house in the city, Victor gradually began to like it a little bit, because there, day by day, more and more of Yuuri's atmosphere is tainted!

Putting his grandfather's notes away properly, Victor carried Makachin in the car and drove back to his home in the urban area of ​​St. Petersburg.However, before he got home, Victor was already preoccupied with thoughts of Yuuri just as he was driving back to the city.

Yuuri still hasn't come back!The silver-haired man began to complain that the time passed too slowly, Yuuri still had more than a day to come back, "Really, Yuuri still has a long time before he can get home... I can't hug that white and soft waist anymore... "

This is what Victor thought when he got home and took a quick shower and quickly threw himself into the bed.

The next day was still without Yuuri, and Victor returned home after finishing his daily training.Because all the symptoms suddenly disappeared during this period, Victor, who had no hindrance, quickly returned to the level of last season.

Back home, the silver-haired man first hugged Makachin, who was wagging his tail cutely, and then pulled the dog who was particularly clingy to him to sit in front of the sofa, and then found the book from the bookshelf, which was written by Victor yesterday Take out the notes you have collected by yourself.

Looking at the dark red cover of the notebook, Victor suddenly became emotional.I have asked my grandfather countless times, why did I write something in this thick book that I didn't want myself to read?

At that time, Duke Cyril smiled and did not make any answer.And now, Victor probably feels that he seems to have found the answer.But this idea is still too vague, so vague that even Victor himself can't fully understand it.

Now, as long as you open this notebook, you can see the mysterious words that you were eager to take a look at back then...

Uh, I hope there is no earth-shattering truth!

In fact, although it wasn't "earth-shattering", Victor guessed it in his heart.At least for himself, it was something that could subvert his worldview.

Under the hard title page, there are thin cursive characters. It seems natural that this man named Cyril, whom Victor called his grandfather, wrote this kind of characters with the same name very beautifully.The writing is regular but not rigid, and there is an aristocratic atmosphere that has been settled for a long time.Such indifferent and sure nobility cannot be ignored, nor can it be ignored.

"My dear Vitya: it is I, Cyril Vladilianovich Nikiforov, who wrote you such a long notebook, as you think. Now you should Did you get this notebook? Then by the time you read these words, my little Vicha may have grown up!" All the words started with such a sentence.

The words are still flowing into Victor's mind, "I'm very sorry, I have not participated in the growth of little Vicia these years. Vicia is the best child in the world. I really can't imagine that the child who is with me every day now finds that, Will I cry sadly without my presence in the days to come? Or will I keep my face sullen and stop showing a charming and lovely smile?" I have to say, these two possibilities, Duke Cyril They were all wrong. Victor didn’t cry, nor did he stop laughing. Instead, he slowly learned how to smile or smile without any warmth. If you look carefully, the smile doesn’t seem to enter your eyes!

The silver-haired man was half lying on the sofa, pursing his lips slightly.

Maybe it was sad at first, otherwise he wouldn't have accidentally returned to the pair of biological parents who were completely different from the color of their eyes to the color of their hair when they were teenagers, only to see a person sitting in the arms of the couple who was the same as them. When I was a little boy with the same brown curly hair, I immediately thought of my grandfather who loved me the most, and sadly cut off the long hair that was exactly the same as my grandfather!

However, no matter how sad and sad, it was gradually sealed up later.Until now when the wound is opened again, there is a feeling of pain.

But then looking down, Victor knew that he could no longer blame his grandfather.One is because of the truth revealed in the following content that Victor could not think of; the other is because of the story slowly revealed from his grandfather's pen, or that period of the past.

"I know, Vicha must be blaming my grandfather for throwing you to Yakov like this, and then disappearing completely for so many years..." Every word in the hazel text contained a helpless apology.

Victor actually had mixed feelings, and he read down word by word, "But Vicha, I can't wait any longer." At this place, Cyril paused for a long time, so long that even the nib of the pen fainted quite a bit of ink , I decided to continue talking, "I can't wait any longer. After nearly 50 years, after such a long time, I obtained the news from the prophets in the clan that he is about to be reincarnated..."

This sentence is full of sadness, even now, Victor can clearly feel it through the yellowed paper.At the same time, he didn't ignore that sensitive word - "he"!Victor felt that he seemed to see some familiar things, and some things he had never thought of.

These things do not seem to be accessible to ordinary people.

"To be honest, I may not even know where I was when you read these words. Now that you have grown up, Wei Qia, I can tell you some things, some things about me, And about what you might encounter."

When such a passage fell into his eyes, Victor's pupils shrank visibly. Next, the important answer is coming soon!

"Although I know, Vicia, you must be full of doubts and puzzles, but let's start from the beginning!" Duke Cyril wrote, "I believe that as you grow older, you will gradually become aware of yourself. Has it changed? For example, hair that grows faster, body temperature that is much lower than that of people of the same age, and senses that have gradually become sharper... Yes, these are not your illusions, these invisible things , but actually exists.”

"As you can imagine, the Nikiforov family is different from other families, very different!" At the end of this page, Cyril left such words.Victor felt a little inexplicable, he didn't turn to the next page for a long time, because he had a premonition that all the answers to the riddles would start from the next page.

After thinking about it for a moment, Victor picked up a thin page of paper. "My little Vicia, since you can find this notebook, you must know the secret of Moonlight, right? Then please read on, it's time to tell you! The true identity of the Nikiforov family, It's the blood clan hiding in the world, that is—the vampire that the world often calls!" The pen on this page suddenly became sharp.

To be honest, Victor was indeed greatly shocked. Although all the phenomena and problems point to the only answer, Victor has never seen such an unreasonable statement in his 28 years of life.

Well, to put it bluntly, although there is nothing wrong with this answer, it is an answer that is not within Victor's three views.

After discovering his own abnormalities and special sensitivity to blood, and recalling his grandfather's unusually young and handsome face when he was a child, he had vaguely guessed this, but he couldn't convince himself to believe it, but now, the word grandfather said He wrote it down in his notes one sentence at a time, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"I know, telling Vicka now, it's hard to believe, right? After all, I've lived as a pure human being for so many years, but it's true. Our Nikiforov family is a noble among the blood clans. Adhere to the principles of the world, and have always been a vegetarian," something was written on the page, and Victor hadn't bothered to read it.

He temporarily clamped the page with a bookmark, then pillowed his arms, as if thinking of something.

Victor is keen on new and interesting strange things, but now that he is involved, he probably needs to react for a while.Anyone who encounters such an inhuman thing should not be able to accept the reality so quickly, right?

Fortunately, Duke Cyril's next words gave Victor a buffer time, that is, in the next words, Victor understood the meaning of "can't wait any longer" mentioned by his grandfather before.

"Vicha, I hope you can read the following words patiently," the silver-haired man carefully read the contents of the notebook in his hand, and his smiling expression just now gradually became a little dignified.

It was a past that had been silent for many years. If Cyril hadn't brought it up here, Victor might never have heard it. "Vicha must have seen the paintings in the room, right? That person has been away for many years!" The tone in the painting is a bit sad, but there is an inexplicable hope for the future.

"His name is Yefim, Yefim Igoryevich Saltykov, if he is here, you should call him Grandpa." Seeing this, Victor is still very interested smiling.A grandfather, a grandfather, what self-evident truth seems to be hidden in it!

"When I met Yefim, your great-grandfather, that is, my father, had just become the new Duke of the Nikiforov family, and I was sent to St. Petersburg State University by your great-grandfather upholding the principle of entering the world. Because the time of being a blood race is really very long, the things that should be learned are actually learned as early as adulthood, so I just followed my father's arrangement and chose painting and art design that I am more interested in.

"As for Yefim, he is a senior of the medical school... When I met him for the first time, it was by the Seine River at dusk. I didn't know he was also a student of the National University..."

From such scattered memories, Victor seemed to have seen the man who was very similar to himself lying under the lamp, and wrote down such warm memories with such nostalgia.

"Different from my dispensable learning of painting, Yefim really loves medicine. We have gradually become acquainted since I met him by chance in the back of the school. I can feel his heart, he Love this country, love everyone..." Reading the words one by one, a light brown-haired image gradually appeared in Victor's mind.

Duke Cyril omitted a lot of details, perhaps because he didn’t want to mention them again. Good memories are never recalled when people are sad. “Slowly getting more and more familiar with him, he will Watching me finish my sketching homework by the lake, I will wait for him to come out at the door of the laboratory after he completes the anatomy experiment. However, until we showed our love to each other, I never told him my identity, he And I still don't know, what the hell is me?" Victor supported his head with one hand again, he couldn't stop thinking of Yuuri.What if it was him and Yuuri?Would he tell Yuuri this himself?

Victor's answer is, no!In his cognition, since he is the special one that his grandfather said, there shouldn't be any problems.If the truth is told, then Yuuri will inevitably have to worry about himself.Rather than having one more person to worry about, it's better to deal with everything by yourself before explaining.

Such a thought flashed through Victor's mind like a lightning bolt.

"The matter was exposed one afternoon. It was a cloudy day with almost no sun, so I took off the ring with the family crest to protect against the sun..." Seeing this, Victor probably guessed to what will happen.Indeed, Cyril took off the ring at the time and put it in the pocket of the windbreaker he was wearing, and he forgot about it not long after.Yefim wore his windbreaker as usual to do the dissection experiment, and then something happened.

Shortly after Yefim left, Cyril handed in a week's sketches as instructed by the professor. When he was walking to the apartment, he did not expect that the clouds in the sky dispersed one by one.

"Everyone knows what daylight means to a blood race," Cyril wrote in his notes, "Vicia, you are special, even after transformation, you don't need to endure such great pain. But at that time it was really It was very painful, and the sun was shining on my body, as if... the flame was burning. I can only find Yefim and find the coat of arms before the clouds have completely dispersed."

Enduring the doubts aroused in his heart again, Victor continued to look down.

When Cyril rushed into the anatomy laboratory avoiding the sunlight shining through the gaps in the fading clouds, the young master of the blood-blooded duke's family was completely bewildered.

In the laboratory, there is indeed no sunlight. On the contrary, the indoor temperature seems to be very low here, but Cyril can't care about these anymore.

Because he rushed into the laboratory in the middle, and Yefim's dissection was not over yet. In Nuoda's laboratory, there were only him, Yefim, and some bloody human organs on the test bench.

Although it is said that the Nikiforov family has always insisted on vegetarianism before they came to this city, but after all, human blood is simply a drug-like temptation for the vampires, so they rushed into the dissection room Soon, Cyril's eyes were red.

Well, this one literally means "red eyes".

Victor's hair color is completely inherited from Cyril's. From this, it can be seen that the young master with silver hair suddenly turned around and ran out of the dissection room. When trembling like something, he hurriedly washed off the bloody smell, changed the white coat in the dissecting room into his own clothes, and chased after seeing such a scene, what kind of expression would he have.

"He kept telling me to look up. No matter how much I insisted, Yefim still insisted on his request. So I raised my head in self-defeating manner. He saw my blood-red eyes at that time. He was shocked but not scared away... ..."

Only then did Victor understand how the man who should be called his grandfather knew the identity of his grandfather through a series of coincidences.

"He doesn't mind my identity. I have found out very clearly in the past few years. Except that sometimes I can often enjoy some special blood freezes, my life has not changed much." Now Victor doesn't know, These few short sentences imply five years and four months of good time.

"Vicha, I seem to have said just now that your grandfather was a man who loved this country. After graduating from St. Petersburg State University, he became a military doctor. In peaceful times, this was nothing, but at that time I don't know, what is waiting for us is the arrival of the Second World War." When writing these few sentences, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something that he didn't want to think about anymore, and Cyril obviously lagged a lot in his writing.

Victor turned a page again and saw that the next page was obviously covered with water stains, "That is, your great-grandfather did not agree to me being the first embrace of a human being, and the war broke out at such a time. Ye Feim insisted on going to Moscow. I couldn't argue with him, and I had no position to persuade him to stay... In the end, he left wearing the uniform of the Bryansk Front Army. I stood at the bridge and sent him away to the war-torn Moscow. ..."

Suddenly there was a bad premonition in his heart, Viktor continued to move his eyes, and as expected, he saw these words: "However, after I finally got my father's permission, I avoided the enemy planes circling in the sky and rushed to Moscow At that time, we got the news that the two major armies of Vyazma and Bryansk were almost wiped out."

It is also a person who has a lover, Victor imagined the scene at that time, he didn't know what kind of reaction he would have if it was him.

"After bringing back the ring I put on Yefim before he left... half of the wreckage, I left home and built a castle here myself," Victor now reacted, the strange water stains before , It should be the tears of the grandfather, right?He always thought that people like his grandfather would not cry.Victor continued to read while thinking, "I never went back to that mountain castle on the other side of St. Petersburg. My father gave up the duke title for me to inherit. He expressed his apology like this, but I still can't forgive... "

Also, how can a so-called knighthood compare to a lost lover?

"It has been more than 50 years. Whether it is consulting the ancient books from the ancestors or asking the prophets in the clan, I have tried my best to find out the time when he will be reincarnated in the world again. During this period, because of the wishes of your great-grandmother who has been reduced to ashes, I and An unrelated half-blood female created your father out of blood and part of the source of power.

"Your father has 75% of the blood gene, but he didn't inherit me as a blood family. This is a one-in-a-kind accident, but at that time, I really thought it was the ancestor who heard my prayer...

"Children who don't become blood can't be named by the family's surname, and they grow up in the castle, which is why you don't have a father's name. Frankly speaking, I can't like this under pressure and an unknown A child made by humans. But at that time, I still visited him every once in a while..."

Victor naturally knew how he felt, and he couldn't blame him, but he also vaguely knew why the couple always ignored him after his grandfather brought him back to the castle to raise him himself.

This is probably the reason!Have they never regarded themselves with silver hair similar to their grandfather as a family?Victor suddenly felt relieved.