[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Life can't always make you happy, this is the consensus of human beings.

The first time I came to Cullen's house as a guest, I was carried in.The second time I came to Cullen's house as a guest, I was intimidated.

Rosalie must have wanted to kill me.I knew it when she pulled Emmett's Jeep across my door, splashed mud and water over the poor white-painted wood fence on my lawn, and threw me into the car with a look of rage on her face.

After I was discharged from Fox Hospital, I planned to be a stranger to the Karen family.Forgive me for my stomach ache every time I see Karen's big family with pale faces, dark circles under their eyes, and stiff walking.

I managed to convince Charlie not to let me move, but Charlie was so angry that he jumped out of the rocking chair and growled, "Claire, what you've been through is a goddamn catastrophe, and I have to take care of you, you know?"

I spread my hands innocently, "It's over, Charlie, I'm fine, right? I'm... how it was reported on TV, the only super lucky one who survived."

"Ha! Don't mention those bedbug-like media to me, you, you, you...you don't know how to protect your own safety. This is a life-threatening thing. If you live alone, what kind of danger will happen to me? Tell your parents. Oh, Emma will definitely strangle me, and I let her daughter suffer such a terrible thing." Charlie raised his head and shouted to the sky frantically, since he threw out all the media reporters who dared to pry into my information Afterwards, he transforms into a roaring warrior full of enthusiasm.

Even if I accidentally stepped on a rain pit, I wanted to draw a gun to chug the pit.

"Okay, I'm sorry to make you so worried, I swear to God, I will definitely keep myself safe." I shrank my head and raised my hands swearing.

"Are you sure?" Charlie gasped, holding his pistol with his hands on his hips.

"When you meet a hooligan who lifts his legs, when you meet a neuropath and hit your head, when you meet a thief who breaks your wrist, when you meet a non-human pouring gasoline." I promised very seriously with a sullen face.

"Don't be kidding, Claire." A roar shook the roof.

Under various guarantees, I finally don't have to leave my house, not to mention how much I like my house, even if there are non-human beings who come to seek revenge in the future, I won't be able to implicate Charlie.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I made a long-distance call to Bella, and the call lasted for two hours. I said that the two of us who are not good at words can talk on the phone for so long, and our relationship has really improved.After making the phone call to report that he was safe, the first thing he did when he got home was to pack up his things, all the things and letters about C were packed up.

No one knows how my fingers shake when I pack this guy's things.

Claire.

Dear Clay.

my claire...

The change of title exudes an intimate smell on the letter paper. The envelopes folded inside the box are thick and neat. The color of the paper has turned yellow due to long-term contact with the air, like the color of sunlight.

This is my first believer, in a real sense.I regard him as an important friend, and I will feel happy when I read his letter. I hope his life will be good even if we have never met. I regard this friendship from the other side of the ocean as beautiful and far away.

People are really stupid, no matter how lonely and comfortable their souls are, they are eager to communicate, and after a long period of communication, they become feelings.

Sometimes the coverage of memory is terrible. While sorting out those letters, looking at the various gorgeous British fonts of C, seeing what he likes and dislikes, what he did and who complained, I started to be in a daze, making a mess to recall something unimportant.

I still remember when this body was eight years old, I was sitting on a truck in a logging factory, and I was dying to be taken out by the driver.

In fact, I don't know where I'm going, I just want to go out and have a look, and I have forgotten what I want to see now.I thought how could I survive?Did God take my soul by mistake and put me back again, or I am a person who cannot die, and I can be reborn every time I die.

The driver drove me around Fox Town in a truck, patted my head, and showed me the river forest. "The forest is shrinking, Claire. Maybe it will disappear one day. Forks used to be a very famous place for timber production, and many local people are engaged in the timber processing industry. But children like you have a long future, study hard , When you succeed one day, you can come back to protect Fox and the trees here."

In fact, the forest here has been well protected. The state prohibits any reclamation and interference in the park forest. There are scenes of natural selection cycle everywhere, and the dead trees grow green and tall new trees.

I looked at the green forest line in the distance and replied, "Uncle, if there are any missing trees, they will be sold by your truck."

The uncle laughed, he would not take me out, and finally asked Charlie to take me back.He said: "So Fox's tree-cutting factories have closed down because everyone loves the forest here so much that I'm about to lose my job."

Nonsense, the collapse was not due to the shrinking market.

It was also at that time that I started writing letters, and C was the one who replied.

I'm actually not afraid that C is a vampire, but I'm afraid that C will kill someone as soon as they meet.

If he was like the Karen family, he would not have left such a heavy shadow in my heart.

I don't know if all vampires are like this, they kill people when they see them, but I must have cast a shadow of horror on the word vampire.

I don't even know why C kept me alive, as Carlisle said, vampire laws are few but unshakable.They didn't kill me after I discovered their identity, because they believed that I would not leak the secret.But C, I saw him kill so many people with my own eyes, but he didn't kill me.

Sure enough, it was because of the relationship between believers?

For so many years, let alone him, even I regard him as a true friend.

For this reason, I couldn't help touching my shoulder, I really couldn't convince anyone.

In the end, I stuffed all C's letters and gifts into the blue garbage bin in the garage, and watched them being carried away by the garbage truck of the cleaning company.How I wished that the car could transport C's memory away by the way.

As soon as I put the letter and C into the garbage truck and watched it leave, Rosalie arrived, and she easily carried me into the back seat.

I was holding the car window, the rain in Fox was rustling, and the whole piece of emerald green in the distance was wrapped by the gray sky.In a world where the sun cannot be seen, the light of the day is as soft as the moonlight.

"What's the matter?" I was at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

"Don't be nervous, Esme cooked Chinese food for you, she really likes you, doesn't she?" Emmett, who was the driver, sat down like a small mountain, strong enough to run a house on his shoulders.

"I'll stuff you under the tree roots after eating. What kind of tree do you like? A 500-year-old cedar, an 800-year-old tall cedar, or a mossy hemlock?" Rosalie, who was sitting next to Emmett, looked back I, with a face so horribly beautiful and ghastly, that she would be the ghost's bride in a tattered gothic dress.

"Hey, she sure doesn't like it," Emmett said with a grin.

"Corps are not eligible to choose the cemetery. You should know that no one can live without knowing so many secrets." Rosalie stretched out her finger and poked at me in the air, wishing to poke me, who knew too much, into a sieve.

"I don't know anything." Looking at the road forest going all the way, the spectacular river bridge, our car entered the forest path crookedly.I really don't know anything, you all know what I know, except for the useless information that this is actually a book, I have no secrets.

I hate Edward!

Go to the living room on the first floor of Karen's house again and sit on the same sofa.I had more time than last time to observe the fashion of this house.The south side of the entrance is not a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window. If you look closely, you can find that it is a whole glass wall, up to three floors.

I don’t know whose idea it was, but when I saw this glass room in the Crystal Palace that looked like it crawled out of a fairy tale, I knew they must not be afraid of the sun.But thinking of the sunny day, the Karen family would ask for leave for an outing, so there may be some chemical reactions that humans don't know when exposed to the sun.

By the way, they will glow...

I think I should not try my best to make up my mind, knowing that under the roots of too many forests is my final belonging.

On the wall in front of the sectional sofa is a flat-screen TV showing CBS sports.I'm not at all curious about what TV programs they usually watch, what should be amazed is that they actually watch TV.

Well, if it's TV.Could it be that Emmett watches sports, Rosalie watches a reality show about model selection, Carlisle watches people and nature, Esme watches American dramas...Edward and Alice can watch the millionaire quiz contest, a mind reading and a prediction, if they His ability is useful even across the TV.As for Jasper, he must see what Alice saw.

During my time at school, I saw that Jasper was a loyal dog to Alice, and I couldn't find a more obedient guy to compare.

Carlisle didn't go to work today. He was the smiling robot medical expert in Fox Hospital.That's right, he is the kind of inhuman being who can spend seventy hours in a row in the hospital alone, complete all the emergency surgical operations for a gang of gangster gangsters who are fighting, and even go to the general ward to comfort the patients without changing his expression.

I thought it was common sense at Fox Hospital that Dr. Cullen didn't need to change shifts, but today he waited at home for me.

So hospitable, I mean stressful.

"Claire, I hope we won't make you nervous." Carlisle looked gentle. He sat on the sofa in front of me and naturally crossed his right leg over the knee of his left leg. To be correct, he crossed his legs so gracefully.The blond hair was brushed back softly, docilely on his perfectly shaped head, and I don't know what expensive brand of hairspray was used.

He really looked like the kind of handsome man who came out of a medieval classical painting, full of a noble literati atmosphere.

Looking at him, even knowing that this guy is a non-human, I have to admit that my mood will gradually calm down.

The biggest similarity between him and Esme is that they are not scary.A wisdom full of gentleness, a kindness like water.