[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Boom!A large book with a rose red leather cover that looked very old was patted in front of me.

"Your life is not for sleeping. From now on, you must understand the importance of studying." Caius pointed to the painted vines and leaves on the cover, and said quickly.He completely entered a state of indifference, his lips were tightly pursed, and he turned the pages of the book with a flick of his hand. "This is an introduction to Italian. You will start taking classes today. Latin, Greek, and French will be your basic courses."

I was sitting upright, with two panda eyes on my face, looking at him blankly.

What is this for?When I wake up in the morning, my whole body is full of sequelae of lack of sleep. I have back pain and cramps in my hands and feet at a young age.I always feel that I slept very tossing last night, hot and cold.Then I had a bunch of messy dreams, dreaming that I was standing on the open prairie, the cold wind was blowing, and my nose almost came down.

Then there was howling ghosts and howling wolves, surrounding me in all directions. I ran and ran desperately, wishing I could run into the black hole and rush out of the universe in one breath.There was always something chasing me behind me, I was so frightened that I stumbled into the grass, and that huge black shadow pounced on me.Panting violently on my face, it was a big bad wolf that threw me down, the red rabbit eyes were about to drip blood, I immediately shouted spinelessly, don’t eat me, I’ll give you a McDonald’s coupon and you can eat it Hamburger bar.

The wolf opened its mouth wide and gnawed at me. I woke up immediately, and when I opened my eyes, I found that my world had tilted again.I hugged the fur and lay beside the bedpost. The shiny and smooth fur was wrinkled by my tossing. I don't know if it was an illusion, but some places on my face were a little numb.I grinned and touched my face, wondering if I fell off the bed.

I roll out of bed a lot, so at home I have a thick rug in the room and some cushions for cushioning.This may be the sequelae left by the previous life.Lying in the hospital bed for too long, I was unable to turn over by myself in the end.No one knows how the hopelessness of being imprisoned accompanied me through the last days.As a result, after rebirth, sleep became very restless, and the body was always very hyperactive when unconscious, wishing to bring back all the regrets of the previous life.

It's a pity that this is not my own house, and there are hard stones everywhere, which didn't wake me up.

When I was struggling with the pile of heavy and messy furs, Caius walked in calmly. He was glamorous, smooth and beautiful, and his clothes were like a fairy.Seeing my disheveled hair and disheveled face, rolling around on the ground in a mess, my whole face sank immediately.

That way, it's like seeing the last cockroach on the earth perish with the doomsday, wishing to tear me down and rebuild.

I was a little embarrassed, and I still had a handful of fur in my hand. I heard that fur is very expensive, and this fur can hardly be seen after being ravaged all night.I said awkwardly, "I'll wash it for you, and it will return to its original state after drying." Actually, I really don't know if it can be restored to its original state, even though I stuffed the pulled out hair back without showing any traces, it can be restored to its original state. There is no guarantee that it will grow back after touching water.

Caius stared at me indifferently, and then he lifted me up directly, as if he was lifting an insignificant ant.Before going out, he kicked the large piece of fur aside, he didn't look down on these things at all.

He put me on the only chair in the hall, and there was a new fur on it. It seems that such furs are basically wholesaled into dozens at his place.

I huddled on the chair with bare feet, and then a book was photographed.

In fact, I really want to tell him that if I don’t sleep in my life, I will soon die without illness. Can they understand this to those who don’t sleep?

"I think..." I looked down at my toes and put my hands on my knees.The fur under the toes is dense and fine, and the color is uniform. It is really a good cushion. It doesn't look like an otter or a tiger, lion, or leopard.

Caius' voice easily overwhelmed my murmurs. He is a particularly severe person, even his own voice can be straightened so tight, without any soft emotion and coldness.

"Your foundation is too weak, I will teach you some Japanese and respectful words first. You don't need to address me as 'you', I am not your elder, Claire." Caius quickly turned to the first page, he His pure English has a beautiful tone, but because he speaks too fast, it always gives people a sense of urgency and menace.

His speed of speech is actually terrifying, and it clearly makes you feel that if you listen to it once and learn it, you won't be dragged out and hanged immediately.

I silently touched my neck and began to fidget.I always feel that Caius actually doesn’t understand human beings, at least he doesn’t understand some of the customary habits of human beings.

His fingers rested on the pages of the book, and his white fingers slid across the yellowed ink, silently.It was completely different from his voice, and his fingers were another emotion.

I moved around, like I had ADHD.

Caius saw it, his fingers changed from graceful sliding to curving force, almost scratching the book to pieces.He saw that he could not tolerate skipping classes and disobedient students.

I didn't move immediately, and stared obediently at the book.

"Italian belongs to the Indo-European language family and is the main official language here. It has 21 letters and five foreign letters..." Mr. Caius gritted his teeth and spit out these basic knowledge.

My ADHD broke out again, and I told myself that I can bear it if I can. Free language teaching will help to find a job in the society in the future, so let's bear it.

But my ears were buzzing, a little tinnitus, and Caius' voice turned into a bee dancing diligently on my eardrums.

I rubbed my eyes secretly, what did he just say?Letters still change in shape, abcd with yin and yang singular and plural... speak slowly, don't dare to ask if you don't understand, it really is free but no good.

I finally blinked my eyes, my vision became clearer, a face came in abruptly, and I froze all my movements.

"You think it's boring?" The center of Caius's bright red eyes gradually turned black, and no color pupil stunt had such a miraculous effect.He has a curvy body, and his blond hair slides smoothly to his face. His face is a delicate white color, without any blemishes or damage.

In order to get this kind of skin, beauty-loving women are willing to go bankrupt, but it is a pity that it grows on men.

I shook my head quickly, avoiding his approach, he was so cold, approaching was like a Siberian wind that brought winter early.

"Your focus is not on the book at all, or you are unwilling to learn, these things cannot be avoided no matter how much you repel. If you can learn Italian well, I will take you out to see the whole of Italy, Europe, and the whole world... …except the United States.” Caius’s attitude looks a lot like a parent who dangles carrots in front of your eyes in order to improve your child’s grades, luring you to work hard.

I continued to endure, and traveling the world was a golden carrot for the deep pockets.

It's a pity that this carrot can't solve my immediate problem at present.I tried to communicate with him, and said in a reserved voice, "I want to..."

"What do you want?" Caius frowned, with a fierce look on his face, it was a waste of his shining face without makeup.

I was taken aback by him, and immediately replied: "I want to wash my face and brush my teeth..." Under the oppression of the other party's eyes, the voice was like squeezing toothpaste, and I spat out a little.I ended up with my face buried in my stomach, please don't make me talk about these topics in front of a man, it's so embarrassing.I whispered so softly that I almost talked through my nose, "...go to the toilet."

This is a normal physiological need. I want to grab him by the neck and yell, please, do you have some common sense?

Caius seemed a little unable to respond, he was silent for a while, with a weird expression on his face.

I continued to shrink, trying to stay away from this guy.I'm worried he'll find it a hassle to keep a human being, so just give me a bite and I'll fix those problems once and for all.

"You are really troublesome." Caius stretched out his hand, and the back of his cold hand lightly touched my cheek. He seemed to be disgusted, but his expression was less aggressive.As soon as the voice sank, it seemed to be floating, sighing and indifferent.

I didn't dare to move, the temperature and strength of his hands gave me an irresistible force, even though he looked very gentle now.

It's really not a hassle at all, and I've tried my best not to cause any trouble.

Caius suddenly hugged me into his arms, and I reached out to grab his clothes before I could touch him. Before we could blink, we flew out of the gate. The process was so fast that your eyes couldn't see anything at all.

We passed through countless corridors and tunnels in about ten seconds, and soon I saw artificial power bulbs, dark floors and white walls, and came to the front hall.

Gianna seemed a little surprised to see us suddenly appear, and she quickly adjusted herself and walked over to greet us.Caius tucked me into her arms without hesitation, and Jaina picked me up without any pressure.

"Follow her orders." Caius ordered to Jaina bluntly, then turned and left, the robe neatly twirling an arc with his footsteps.

Gianna watched her boss's back, and then she smiled at me, bright and warm. "What service do you need?"

I felt really ashamed, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and danced and wanted to jump out of Jaina's arms. "No need, I'll do it myself."

Moreover, why even Jaina can hug me so easily, do the people staying here even have a force value beyond the average?

Gianna's reaction was much faster than her boss. She put me on the ground and I ran away immediately.The front hall is relatively familiar, and I know the location of the bathroom, and Jaina has prepared a lot of personal items for me and put them there.

After finally finishing the matter, I walked to the washbasin in the bathroom to wash my hands.I saw that the toothbrush and water glass were still there, and there was a cartoon picture of Winnie the Pooh on the water glass.Maybe in Jaina's eyes, I might just be a child.

I squeezed toothpaste and started brushing my teeth. After brushing, I washed the cup and toothbrush carefully.It is impossible to imagine that all the bathrooms in the world will disappear, how will human beings live.

Finally, I washed my face with cold water, raised my head dripping wet, and saw myself in the mirror.My hair was messy, I quickly grabbed two handfuls with my hands, trying to flatten the damn curly hairs.

I feel like I'm going crazy, and if this was Forks, I'd run straight into the nearest forest and squat under the biggest fir tree to wait for the rainstorm.

Who is that pale and emaciated guy in the mirror with dark circles under his eyes?I pressed my hands heavily on the mirror, wishing I could crush her, and my hands were covered with water.I lowered my head and took a deep breath, feeling very sad. Caius' strength shattered all the peace in my life.

This isn't supposed to be my life, and I'm not a teenage girl with dreamy powers.I know the cruel side of life, if you are not valuable, who will be patient to care for you.

I continued to take a deep breath, I'm fine, I can't be easily defeated, even if I'm alone, I have to go on with all my strength.

Even without any help, you can't give up on your own.No one should give everything for you for granted. If you don't even work hard on yourself, then what qualifications do you have to expect your life to change.

At least, at least I'm no longer in a hospital bed.

"Claire, come on." I heard myself shout, yes, I have to come on.

Even if there are all vampires here, even if I don't have any ability to protect myself, I can't be defeated by fear.

I managed to smooth my messy hair a little before I dared to step out of the bathroom, and I wondered if I could borrow a comb from Jaina.Speaking of combs, I think of Caius's straight blond hair. I can't believe that he combed it straight with his fingers.

Gianna has an everyday outfit ready, plucked from the pile of bespoke Italian haute couture.She said to me apologetically: "There was a designer who was going to come, but something happened and his trip was postponed." After she finished speaking, she added, "I heard that I'm going to participate in Milan Fashion Week. It can be a big success and take the biggest order of the year."

Well, I actually hope that designers can resist the pressure and not fall into this wolf den.If he knew that the hirers were a bunch of horrible vampires, oh, he would have gone to the Vatican immediately and asked for the protection of the Catholic Church.

Jaina picked up the clothes, she was about to walk to me, the hairs on my back were standing on end, a voice sounded behind me, "Are you ready?"

It was Caius, he stretched out his hand and dragged me into his arms, hugged me and left.And Gianna threw the clothes behind her with a slam, and said to our backs very solemnly: "Okay, boss."

I twitched the corners of my mouth and said nothing in the end.

Caius didn't like it at all when I contradicted him, even if my actions violated even the slightest bit, he would get very irritable and angry.

He has been angry for a long time, and I can almost resist his horrifying eyes like murderous throwing knives, convincing myself that there is nothing to be afraid of.

We re-entered the dark tunnel, which made me think that the vampires who live here are a bunch of dark old perverts, except for Ah Ro, who has mind reading skills. Don't scold him.

Edward's house is much better, at least they face the sun with their backs against the darkness, full of vigor and humanity.

If the vampires were all of the Cullen type, I would have a better impression of this group and be happy to get along with them.

Not long after Caius walked into the tunnel, he remembered something, gave me a hard look, and then turned his head and went back the same way.I don't know what he's doing. Before I do anything, he can find a lot of crimes to frame you.

"Gianna, where's the chef?" The sudden appearance of Caius made the Italian waitress a little anxious.

"He's up front, from the farm restaurant in Chianti, and he's the most talented chef in the family, specializing in Italian food." Gianna answered articulately, and she always handled these jobs very well.

"Let him make breakfast quickly. If he's still sleeping, throw him into the sewer." Caius sneered and left without giving anyone a chance to speak.

I feel damned for treating a good cook like this, but fortunately the chef has always been in the habit of getting up early to gather fresh local ingredients and not giving the Volturi side any place to chew their tongues.

Whoever comes to Volturi is unlucky, and the people hired by these guys are angels who have gone astray.

The chef made me a big plate of local dishes, and I thanked him, hoping that he would never find out that the person who hired him to cook was a non-human, so at least he would have more chances to get away in the future.

I rolled up some spaghetti sprinkled with sauce on a fork, and on the side there was what is known locally as antipaste, which is actually a starter, a salad of raw tomatoes and basil leaves.

And Chianti red wine, some mushroom soup and green olives.

I try to eat without waste, chew slowly, and have the strength to live when I am full.When others cook with sincerity, you must eat with sincerity.

Obviously Caius didn't understand this theory, and he looked at my food with disgust, wishing he could throw me and this damn plate of local Italian food out, or wash them off in the fountain water.

He doesn't have to watch me eat, I know it's not a good thing for a different kind of creature to watch humans eat.

Put me with Jaina and he'll save a lot of trouble.

No need for him to lean against the bookshelf angrily flipping through books, while I sit in a chair, occupy his work table, and eat slowly mouthful after mouthful.

I decided to ignore him as much as possible. I didn't want to get stomach problems due to stress in the future.

My sense of taste treats me very favorably. It tries its best to withstand the pressure of others' disgusting eyes and restores its previous sensitivity. I can finally eat a delicious meal.

The current time is meaningless to me, there is no clock here, the sunlight from the crevices of the stones falls in lonely, and the light colors are very thin.

I try to eat as much as my body can accept, hoping to replenish the lost energy.The chef feels like he's cooking dinner, not breakfast, so the food is generous.

Of course, Caius didn't think that eating so much was good for my physical and mental health. He closed the book heavily and said forcefully: "Eating too much is meaningless to you. You should suppress the things that have no effect on you." Food preferences.” As he said, his hand was already raised, and the thick book immediately turned into a dark feather and flew up, hitting the stone ceiling heavily, and bounced back to the top of the tall bookshelf.

I think he wanted to throw me to the ceiling to reflect more than the book.Perhaps in his eyes, all foodies are sinful greedy people who deserve to be judged.

I was biting my fork with half the pasta left and it would be a shame to waste the heart of the chef.It is estimated that this dish is also very expensive. As for Volturi's wasteful temperament, the extravagant nobles who can run a financial deficit without eating or drinking don't know how to save.

And the longer I stay here, the more worried I am, the more things I will spend. Those clothes and daily necessities plus food, it is estimated that the bills within a few months will require me to repay the debt for a lifetime.

I looked at the plate, reluctant to throw it away, and then accidentally looked at Caius, he still had that dead face.

Weighed left and right for a while, whether to eat or not, I took the fork out of my mouth with difficulty, Caius had already snorted, then pulled out another book from the bookshelf, straightened his body, turned his head to the side and continued read a book.

It seems that he hates iron and steel, so I rolled the noodles with a fork and continued to eat slowly.

After finally eating that plate of pasta, I started to miss what the chef will do for the next meal, and I would be happy if he could cook a Chinese meal.I always feel like I read a sentence somewhere, if you have the power to keep looking forward to the next meal, then you are an optimistic person.

I'm a very optimistic person... Eyes downcast gloomily, I stare blankly at the plate with two spaghetti left.Well, I'm optimistic.

Just as he was about to carry his optimism to the end, and when he rolled up and ate the last two noodles, a pale hand stretched out.I didn't even feel it, my body seemed to be getting used to this man's approach, and gradually lost the early warning system when he approached.

He easily moved the tray including the plates on the tray, the wine that I didn't drink, the green olives that I couldn't chew, the tomato salad that I ate half, and the mushroom soup that I planned to drink slowly at the end... They were all picked up, and then thrown out towards the gate.The pallet quickly turned into a straight line in the air, and disappeared outside the door at a supersonic terrifying speed.

After a long time, I vaguely heard a crisp sound of something smashing from far away.

According to Jaina, the dishes were served on expensive plates, imported from Jingdezhen in the seventeenth century.Then it broke, Caius smashed it, and I had to make it clear to Jaina.

"Study." Caius patted the book in front of me, wishing I could eat it right away and spit out the Encyclopedia Britannica.

I looked at the basic language book that was not translated at all, and I really wanted him to change it.In the end, he endured it again, not daring to speak out.

And to be honest, Caius' temper is not suitable for being a teacher at all, and he is not bad for being an instructor.

Because I was horrified to find that he advocated corporal punishment education.

"Mispronunciation, stretch out your hand." Caius didn't speak loudly, he was just declaring a fact impatiently.He didn't know what the pointer in his hand was made of. It was a seventy to eighty centimeter crimson long stick, and it was terribly lethal in his hand.

I saw with my own eyes that he pulled out this thing out of nowhere, and easily flung it to the side, and a large stone on the wall was smashed into pieces like bean curd by the whip.

When the broken stones rolled to my feet, my fingers began to tremble, and I became tofu after this stick.

"Claire." Caius didn't like guys who procrastinated and tried to avoid guilt. He looked at me sternly, "Hand out." After speaking, he threw the pointer in his hand on the table, and the table immediately cracked Big cracks, wood chips flying around.

Both of my hands are clasped tightly on my chest, is this teaching people?This is murder.Old teacher, give me another chance. I'm not guilty of death, but it's just a wrong letter sound. I promise to learn it well.

"Are you planning to escape your punishment?" Caius walked up to me, his dark and cold eyes filled with panic. "If you make a mistake, you must bravely accept the consequences. Your guardian has failed in your education. I must teach you with my own hands. No one dares to make me reiterate the second order and stretch out my hand."

If I make a mistake, of course I know that I have to take due responsibility, but this does not mean that if I mispronounce a letter, I have to be a Venus with a broken arm.

I refused to reach out, and Caius was very angry at my disobedience.He ran out of patience, grinned viciously, bared his teeth, grabbed my hand with absolute strength, and almost dragged me into his arms.

My hands were shaking unbelievably. This was different from the inexplicable injuries before. Now I saw how my arm was broken. I also wanted to be brave and fearless, but my hands just kept shaking first, and I couldn't control it at all.

If I knew that there would be such a day, the foreign language class I chose in the high school course would definitely be Italian.

Corporal punishment is wrong, such inhuman corporal punishment is punishable by imprisonment.I closed my eyes, not daring to look.Caius opened my fist, and I felt a few cold tweezers flatten my fingers one by one. Then I was afraid to hear the sound of the pointer piercing the air, and I dared not even open my eyes.

you devil...

The coldness of the pointer has just touched my palm...

I will curse you...

The coldness stayed in my hand for a few seconds, then I took it away, and then Caius let go of my hand.I opened my eyes in disbelief and saw anger flash across his face.

"Continue." He clenched the pointer tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and said the words.The pointer creaked and screamed in his hand, and was broken into two heroic pieces.

I nodded quickly, not daring to challenge his uncertain temperament.

Caius and I shared a book, and the book was directly opened on the table. He flipped through it and I read it, basically... I couldn't understand everything.

When he turned a page, he didn't know why he suddenly stopped moving, and fell silent for a while. I looked at his fierce face with a bit of fear, fearing that he might make something wrong again.

Then he whispered a sentence in Italian, the silky voice was beautiful, with a certain rich and clear rhythm.

It is said that this language is the most beautiful language in the world.

And Caius’s voice is undoubtedly very suitable for this beautiful language. Under the education of his pointer, my vigilance still remains in my reflex nerves, and I quickly followed him to read it.

It's a short sentence, and I'm sure I can't articulate it well, but I've got the pitch right.

But after I stuttered and finished reading, I saw Caius quickly looked up at me as if he had been stabbed by a needle.His expression was very strange, so strange that some kind of bewilderment caught his eyes, and his face was blank.

Did I mispronounce another letter?I had to shut up immediately, trying to make this overly strict teacher forget my mistake.

"Read it again, Claire." Caius begged so, without any indifference and force, he spoke softly and slowly, as if waiting for a butterfly to fall into the embrace of a certain flower.

I gasped for breath, wondering why he changed his attitude.But he couldn't defy him, so he could only say in a low voice without confidence: "Di... Amo?"

"You can be more accurate." He pursed his lips tightly, the bright red curled thinly.Then he was so gentle that he spoke the most beautiful language in the world through his mouth again.

His voice floated in the shallow sunlight, becoming a cool breath.

I read along with him slowly, but unfortunately, I am destined to never be able to read his flavor, unable to truly express the beauty of this language.

He continued to correct: "Tiamo."

I read the pitch carefully: "Tiamo."

Caius pursed his lips even tighter, and finally he couldn't help laughing. I stared at him blankly, not knowing what I did wrong again.

His smile faded away from the coldness of all dark creatures, the darkness in his eyes was covered by the sun, and the corners of his mouth were curved cutely.

"Continue reading." Caius forced his smile back and ordered seriously.

I stupidly said, "Tiamo."

"En." He nodded proudly, "The tone is wrong, keep practicing."

Why did I feel that I was still the same when I read and recite, but under the threat of evil forces, I practiced dryly.

Caius didn’t seem to be as severe as before when he mispronounced a letter and would have his arm broken. Maybe he finally knew that I was a clumsy student, so he had to teach a sentence more times.

The problem is, I have no idea what I'm reading.

Tiamo...

I love you.

The author has something to say: remember tomorrow, don’t brush