[Twilight] Bright sunshine

I walked slowly along with the singing, and the crowd after class was all around me. The messy thoughts in their hearts were like the tide of being separated, rushing past me.

Then I saw Claire, sitting on a wooden bench in front of the school building, rain splashing from her big umbrella.

Few people will sit here when it is raining heavily. The long benches here are prepared for couples when the sun is shining.

She was wearing a long blue-gray coat, a blue scarf that was a little out of fashion for this season, and a pair of yellow rain boots that were stained with mud.The whole person is like a still stone, looking up at the sky stupidly.The umbrella rested on her shoulders, and she hooked the handle with her right hand, and held the MP3 player in her left.

The white earphones are hidden behind her light blonde hair. I can hear the music coming from the earphones, which is the same as the music in her heart. She has been humming along with this song in her heart.

School, homework, the Karen family, annoying moms, Sunday appointments, the weather report... none of that.

It was as quiet as if there was only one song in this world.

Repeatedly: "I would like to sail far away, like a swan that comes and goes... I would rather be a forest than a street..."

Claire's youthful face was expressionless, and her pale blond hair was long, messily flowing over her shoulders, and slightly curled down to her waist.

She was as pale as moonlight.

She is focused and quiet.

Then I saw the picture in her brain extended by the song, which was Fox's emerald green forest.Under the blue sky, the 2000-meter-high mountain is shining with the color of the sun.The thick moss has accumulated the records of the years, sleeping on the ancient trees.

Vibrant wild flowers bloom on the forest swamp, and in the remote and uninhabited forest, wild deer and jerboa jump lively in the pale green morning.

The slippery forest path, the lonely footprints, one by one sunny notes are singing: "Yes I would (I would rather), if I could (if I could), Isurely would (I would choose this way)."

Simple country ballads, I never liked country music, I always thought they were like bumpkins growing out of the dirt.

Claire used her right boot regardless, listening to the song in her ears at the rhythm point, singing in her heart, while shaking her legs and stepping on the muddy land.

(Claire is like a dork...)

A girl passing me complained inwardly with disgust, but she quickly turned her attention to me, and I wish she hadn't seen me.

(Oh, if she wasn't so weird, I'd be chasing her...)

A young boy with a basketball, raised eyebrows, as if all the women in the school were proud of his pursuit.

No one seemed to hear anyone sing except me.

Even the whole Forks, the forest, the warm and humid earth, the seabirds in flight are singing.

The girl's voice is sweet and clean.

When I thought she could sit in the rain and sing songs all night, she suddenly jumped up, like those long-tailed squirrels running around in the forest, holding a schoolbag and holding an umbrella and running silently and vigorously .

(Too bad to call Charlie, he's going to nag again, my lovely uncle.)

I heard the cry from the bottom of her heart, and the fading sound was intertwined with the songs in her MP3—(Please keep it raining, may I and the one I love have a good dream tonight, if it can last forever if it rains)

I looked up at the deep rain layer and couldn't help but whispered: "Then let it rain, good night."

When I went back, the coniferous forest that had gone all the way was glowing with a faint blue light in the rain. For some reason, I sang that country music song whose title I didn’t know.

This is not my style, I should play the piano and open a Debussy CD.

Instead of humming happily, the music of those bumpkins growing out of the dirt.

When I got home, I saw that Esme had already started to pack her luggage. The house was just renovated a few days ago, and we all worked hard.Remove the front wall with one hand, or carry a whole piece of wood as a fence, the giant wood found in the forest.Although she was thrown out by Esme in the end, she didn't want to see the tall fence stumps surrounding her house.

My piano is still on the way, and Esme promised to set up a separate space for the piano in the living room on the first floor. I am grateful that she is always so considerate of me.

Alice and Jasper are back, I'm sure Alice didn't see what I saw at school, her mind is on Jasper right now, she has to get ready for school tomorrow.

Every 5 minutes because of Jasper's change of mind, he has to predict the outcome of this idea again. Such a boring thing can only be done by Alice with so much interest.

I got into a fight with Emmett during room allocation, he seemed to like the room facing south on the third floor, but he still lost, jumping around and shouting that I was a cheater.

I admit this, I always feel that my life is being cheated.

I walked into the CEE office on the first floor, which was purposely set aside to handle some family business remotely.Many stock documents and company folders are kept here, and there are some jewelry from Esme and Alice's collection in the safe.

Generally speaking, someone has to be fixed to handle these chores.

I turned on the computer, but the melody of the song in my brain was still looping.

[I would rather be a sparrow than a snail, yes, if I could, I would choose this way]

These overly jumping lyrics and the green and vast forests in Claire's brain, accompanied by a melody that fits like a heartbeat, have a terrifying and beautiful hypnotic feeling.

You can't get rid of her singing, you can't get rid of the forest and Fox rain in her brain.

Putting Alice's stock aside, I fired up the Google search engine.I seldom look hard enough for a piece of country music, even if it's the best country music in the world.

"The song of the eagle?" Alice suddenly sprang out from behind me, her movements were very deft, the floor under her feet was like the strings of her tiptoes, and every step was a dance.

I turned back to the door, and sure enough, I saw Jasper standing there. He would never leave Alice's side if nothing happened.

He is the guardian of Alice, and Alice is the only flowing color in his frozen life.This kind of relationship doesn't even look like the kind of warmth and beauty of Carlisle and Esme, but it has an aura of killing terror.

If anything happened to Alice because of me, Jasper would not hesitate to tear me apart, even though he looked so harmless now, like a kitten with its claws back.

Alice saw the results displayed on the webpage because of some lyrics, and she said happily: "Hey, this song is good, Rosalie used to play it in her car."

I thought Rosalie only had Chanel perfume bottles and cosmetics in her car, although most of the time she didn't need them at all.I closed the page and let myself say, as if I accidentally clicked the wrong page: "I don't have these on my CD. I prefer piano to guitar."

Alice looked at me with a smile. Her mind was filled with a lot of messy things, and I couldn't see her current emotions in those chaotic pictures.

Only Alice can lie to me, because she is the one who can lie with her brain.

My nights are often spent on music and books, and Emmett and Rosalie are out again tonight, and they'll probably be out in the woods in the rain.

I really can't understand where these two people have such good enthusiasm. The trees here will be destroyed by their lack of restraint.

I put the book over my face, lay down in a chair against the glass wall, and pretend I still need sleep.

Outside the window is the rainy night in Fox, the rain falls on the slender red pine leaves, and I hear the sound of the receding rain, which will ring outside the girl's window.

Maybe it's not so boring here, if someone loves Forks so much, then there is always a reason to stop in this place.

I rarely listened to the rain all night.

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Cover your face, why is this story so long, why can't I finish writing it, it's unscientific