[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Edward is missing.Correctly speaking, he escaped from Forks completely.

I'm sure he didn't make up his mind to leave Fox yesterday, even though he looked bad.Carlisle and Esme sat on the roof of my house last night, hugging each other and listening to the rain all night.

They were worried about Edward, and they were worried about other things.And I don't even know what they are worried about. At least they didn't tell me what internal disagreements happened in the Karen family, and they didn't tell me why Edward suddenly flew to Alaska to find his companions, and it seemed that they didn't plan to return for a short time.Most importantly, the sadness in Esme's eyes was so intense.

She sat outside the window of my room, and the teetering was like walking on the ground to her.The transparent and cold rainwater splashed on her hair and her thick eyelashes, as if she was crying.

I held her hand, shivering with cold.

"Esme, at least tell me, what's wrong with you?" I asked softly, with all kinds of uneasy imaginations churning in my heart.

But she just touched my face with her cold hands.This gesture was a great comfort to the mother, and I looked at her with concern.

She had the look of watching someone important die, and I didn't even want to speculate that any of the Cullens would disappear.

"Edward will be fine." I have already cursed that unfilial son who escaped as fast as a rabbit in my heart, even if there is any trouble with the family, I can't just leave.

"It's not Edward, I believe he can get through this." The sadness in Esme's eyes was more abundant than the rain here, making one worry that she might cry at any time.

She can't cry, she's lost that ability.

If it wasn't for Edward, then why would she be so sad.I've been keeping an eye on them and nothing else has happened lately.The Cullens were still weird at school, but none of their classmates would realize they weren't human.Volturi?No, I deny it myself, it is an old thing that is doomed to the past, and no one wants to slip it out to remember.

Something was going on around them, and I was doomed to know nothing about it.It was painful, and the only thing I could do was stand by the window, Carlisle on the roof, and we were in the company of this kind woman.

"If that ending is to happen, I must protect you, Claire."

Esme said to me suddenly, her finger on my shoulder was still wet from the rain, and I felt pain, she was too hard to even pay attention to my feeling.

I really don't understand why she said that, I looked at her, but Esme didn't give me any answer.

The same goes for Carlisle, they become pearls in their shells, and you can't pry any secrets without tools.

I'm hoping they at least give me a hint, but I'm getting none.I lay on the bed anxiously, the softness of the pillow was not enough to support the heavy thoughts in my head, I opened my eyes, and listened carefully to the whispers of my parents on the roof.

Carlisle was comforting Esme, and I could imagine their fingers holding each other tightly, so inseparably solidified, the fetters of love and family affection could not be separated even at the end of the world.

The rain is not a big deal to them. Looking at the rolling hills sleeping in the dark in the rain, and the ancient forests so quiet that they stop breathing, it is the joy of cuddling with each other.

When I finally rolled out of bed for the third time and crawled back with difficulty, I actually fell into sleep.This night's nightmare made me very panic. I found myself standing in the corridor of the school. The whole school, teachers and students had disappeared.Someone kept yelling in my ear, run, Claire, run!

I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I lost my voice.

In the quiet corridor, the sound of footsteps continued to expand and resound in a loop.

With one hand on my shoulder, he stood behind me, his body against my back.

I turned my head and saw his hands were wearing red gloves.He smiled and said in a malicious voice, "Claire, run."

Jumping out of bed, the quilt tripping me up, I'm still muttering a name, Rick Doyle.

I actually dreamed of him, rolling around on the ground with my knocked ankle, my face turned blue, and I couldn't figure out why I dreamed of him.

Carlisle and Esme went back, Edward seemed unable to come back from Alaska for class today, and I was at a loss or confused.

I buried my face in the icy water, and I found that I couldn't wake myself up.I had no choice but to walk out of the bathroom with a tired face and make myself some cereal for breakfast.I don't know how Bella and Charlie get along. In fact, I thought about letting Bella live here, because my house is obviously more spacious and comfortable than the house Charlie bought more than ten years ago.

But in order for the two of them to develop a relationship, I refrained from this idea.

It is always difficult for two people who are too similar and not good at words to get along well, but I always believe that Bella loves Charlie as much as I do.

Although I may think more than her, because many times, I am not like the young girl I want to play, and my heart is full of worries and nagging of menopausal aunts.

I drove the car into the parking lot of the school. There was no rain today, and large clouds entered the sky over Fox.The heavy gray shrouded everyone's head.I heard Bella's Chevrolet come roaring in, and I was amazed at how well she could stand the sound. Every time she hit the road, I worried that the old pickup truck would disintegrate on its own.

Bella closed the car door forcefully, her face was as haggard as the dark clouds above her head, it seemed that she was not satisfied with yesterday's class.I didn't wear rain boots today, but a pair of ordinary sneakers. I don't have many bright colors in my wardrobe. Even the sweaters are black, white and gray.Jeans and a black jacket are my most common clothes, plus a peaked cap without any pattern, I use this thing to cover my hair from the mist.

I entered the classroom with Bella, who was not familiar enough with the school to see her looking left and right to get a direction.Twice I grabbed her hand because she slipped when she walked and had amazingly poor balance of movement.

"Thank you." For her mistakes, she always blushed and felt embarrassed.

I took her, and this class happened to be held together.

"You... are familiar with the Karen family?" Bella asked suddenly in a low voice. She tried her best to look normal, and the cold weather here always made her face pale.

I wasn't prepared for her to think of this kind of question, and some thoughts swirled in my mind, and I didn't know how much it would be appropriate to tell her.I can't keep my eyes open and tell her that I don't know the Cullens at all. If you pull out any student who took a class with us, he will tell you that Claire is Esme's adopted child.

"Carlisle is a very good doctor. You know that I have a strange disease. Although he is a surgeon, he is also very good in other aspects. I often trouble him, and I am familiar with Alice and the others." This answer is very Safe, I can answer that to anyone.

The ghost knows that the first time we met, it was a live broadcast of the kidnapping.I reckon they talked about killing me, too, because I know too much, man.

"Are you feeling better?" The teacher hasn't come yet, the classroom is messy everywhere, Bella's seat is very close to me, there is an aisle between us.She leaned over, the distance was just right for whispering.

"I don't think this disease will be cured. As long as I don't get sunlight, I will be fine." I have long been used to hiding indoors under the sun, and wearing a hat and umbrella on sunny days.

You are more vampire than us.That's what everyone in the Cullen family said.

But the fact is that the public information circulating on the market is all fabricated by their power agencies to confuse the public.

What about crosses, garlic being sensitive to light, etc., are all invented by the talented Volturi to fool you and make you listen to it.

A bunch of liars, I'm so proud of it.

Don't ever think of me passing through Italy in this life, I swear to the Stars and Stripes of the United States.

"It sounds regrettable, but I believe that medical technology will get better and better, and you will be cured one day." Bella stroked her crooked hair with her fingers uncomfortably. She seemed annoyed at bringing up the subject, she didn't want to hurt me.

"Of course, I believe so." This kind of question doesn't hurt me enough. I really want to reach out and smooth the gloom between her brows. She hasn't really smiled since she came to Forks.

This is really a ghostly place full of melancholy, and she probably only feels this way.

People who don't like rain come here and experience a long muddy nightmare.I really don't have effective experience helping her because I can't empathize.Maybe next Saturday I can go shopping with her in Port Angeles and watch a light hearted romantic movie to make her relax.

"You think...Edward is Dr. Carlisle's adopted son, doesn't he..." Bella held her breath, she wanted to casually mention such a person, but she obviously failed.Realizing that she was speaking incoherently, she gave a painful sigh, and fell silent.

If I didn't pay attention to her, I would easily ignore the name Edward in her ambiguous words.

"You mean Edward Cullen?" Is this the result of the collision of the gears of fate?The problem is, I can't recall what happened when they met.You have to admit that for a movie you watched many years ago, if you can remember the names of the two protagonists, it is already considered a privilege of memory.For the rest, even if I grabbed my bald hair, I couldn't remember much.

Bella gave me an uneasy look. Something was on her lips, but she didn't say it.

"He is difficult to get along with, very stubborn, a bit self-righteous, and by the way, he especially hates country music..." For a person who likes this kind of music, Edward's prejudice against modern pop music or country music is so stubborn that it makes people laugh. People want to smoke him.

"Of course, you don't have to be afraid of him. This guy is just a paper tiger. He often suffers from nervous breakdowns. It looks like that." I nodded earnestly. I still feel that Edward is a little world-weary. I guess he often thinks about how to save the world. Philosophy questions, the more I think about it, the more irritable my temper becomes.

Bella didn't expect me to make such an evaluation. After all, she was asking someone else's words, and what she got must be a handsome, noble and incomparably noble school grass.She probably wanted to say something, but finally she snorted, "You like him very much?"

"Well, I like him a lot." I said along with her without any precautions, I like everyone in the Karen family, although I don't plan to be Esme's sixth adopted son, but this does not prevent me from treating them as Family treats.

The classroom fell silent in an instant, and you can't imagine for a second, what force made them shut up so unanimously, not to talk about those beautiful skirts, lipsticks, gossip picnic movies, last night's encounter in the bar, and the one-night stand of six people dating.The collective loss of voice made me a little dull, and I couldn't find the reason.

I looked towards the classroom door, and there was Rick standing there.His face was terribly gloomy, his eyes could kill people with cruelty, a girl closest to him was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

Anyone who saw him would be silent. Those who didn't know thought it was the killer of the school shooting who came out. Those who were timid probably frantically swiped the screen in their hearts, how many pistols this guy had hidden in his pockets.

He was looking at me, furiously sharp.

I wondered silently, when did I offend him, did I do something terrible and irreparable to him?The problem is that we met for the first time yesterday, and even yesterday morning when his car almost crushed me into a meatloaf, I wasn't angry, did he get angry?

He...he came over.

I hurriedly lowered my head to tidy up my desk, arranged the textbooks and found the paper and pens. The teacher is coming, so it's none of my business to let him deal with the murderous students.

Also, why can I see him in every class.I have a terrible feeling that his schedule is exactly the same as mine, even the time is the same.

You must not imagine that the pressure brought by someone can be so heavy, it is more like a coercion.He walked over step by step, not in a hurry, but his steps were heavy, giving people the illusion that he would crush the ground here.

I kept saying in my heart, don't come, don't come, you have been my deskmate for a day, so let me go for a class.

Bella looked at me uneasily, and she also felt that the atmosphere was not right.

I took a deep breath and pulled the chair farther away from Bella so that she wouldn't have to deal with this new transfer student who wasn't easy to mess with.

I suspect even more that this person who transferred to Fox from a big city must have caused something serious to come here.Gathering crowds to fight on campus, bullying teachers, blackmailing classmates and threatening the principal... These are all imaginations without evidence, but who can say that he can't do it.

He suffocated the whole class, and his short blond hair was full of rain, and I didn't realize it was already raining outside.He was wearing a casual style coat with a stand-up collar, black pants and boots of the same color, and a dark scarf covering his too bright red lips.

This is simply a scarf man. His clothing taste is not at all what we should have for a student of our age.

Even the Karen family wouldn't dress so... high-end?expensive?Brand new?

Who knows if he'll bring a costume designer to school.

I covered my mouth and pretended not to notice the fact that everyone's eyes were on my side.

Rick walked up to me and forgave the fact that my deskmate skipped class in this class. He swung his schoolbag on the table vigorously, and the sound shook everyone's heart.

Stretching out his hand, the gloves he never took off just changed color, a color that matched his clothes better.Pulling out the chair, the sound of the chair legs sliding across the ground was as fierce as the knife cutting through the flesh and blood.

It seems that my deskmate who didn't come to school, his seat was occupied by doves and magpies.

How does this guy handle all the teachers? Not everyone can get permission to squeeze into the classroom when there is obviously no seat.And I didn't see him show his attendance card, every time the teacher gave him the textbook, he automatically ignored this question.

He glanced at the classroom viciously, and everyone he saw felt a chill.

If the first impression was that this man was unbelievably beautiful, the second impression was that he had a terrifying personality that he couldn't mess with.

Although he hasn't done anything yet, it doesn't prevent others from starting to shy away from him.

I tried my best not to dodge a glance at him, the rain from the outside still left traces, slipping from his white forehead to his chin, and the golden hair was almost transparent against his cheek.He sat beside me stiffly, his hands clasped tightly on his thighs, his black eyes were full of inexplicable storms.

I didn't dare to move, his appearance reminded me of Jasper sitting in the cafeteria, suppressing something, ready to explode and hurt someone at any time.

Moreover, he wears a bit thick clothes, and never takes off his coat or gloves. If there is a hat, he will probably even put it in. I have already begun to suspect that he has a cleanliness.

He was worryingly pale, an unhealthy complexion.Although he looks healthy and... fierce.

I always feel like I should say something, like the weather forecast, or sports, whatever, just make him normal.

Why do I feel that it is my responsibility to make him feel better, which is what his friends or relatives should do, provided that he has friends?

I shouldn't have guessed his life so badly. I uncomfortably brushed my long hair down to my face, trying to block the unfriendly expression of my new deskmate, which was infinitely magnified in my eyes.

I hardly heard his breathing, didn't see the change in his sitting posture, and he didn't speak, just stared straight ahead.

It is undeniable that his profile is so perfect that it looks like the golden ratio drawn by a painter. I can't help but look at him.Appreciation for beautiful things is a common feature of human beings.

Not only me, but many people can't help but peek over.

He suddenly pursed his lips in displeasure, and his lowered voice was very cold, "A bunch of idiots."

……

I withdrew my eyes, why should I go, no need to guess, this guy must have no friends, he deserves to have no friends.

Anyone who stays by his side for more than 3 minutes is a strongman without myocardial infarction.

"Have you finished La Traviata?" I finally said, what a stupid topic, why am I talking in math class about something I learned in English class.

The fingers he held each other relaxed. I don't understand the process of his emotional changes.

"Are you interested in me?" He said this very quickly, his eyes softened, and compared to the murderer just now, he became a strange normal person again.

How should I answer? I can say that I am more interested in how many lines of dialogue are there in La Traviata than in you, or how to do homework?

My silence seemed to irritate him again. I was surprised at how well I understood this new student. His every move was so clear and easy to understand in my eyes.

Have you met him before?I am confused.

"This book is good, a world famous book." I tried to stop the topic in embarrassment, how can I just say that you make people curious and I am interested in you?If I really answer like this, it will definitely satisfy his vanity, even if what I say is a lie.

His gentle eyes turned cold again, and his gloomy face was not at all kind and cute. If he was willing to let go like Mike, more than half of the girls in the school would write love letters to him.

"Seldom read this kind of book. The stupid protagonist's plot of self-pity and self-pity, cowardly and ineffective feelings, and idiot-like dialogue. It makes people wonder whether the guy who wrote these things was hit in the head by a bullet and has no IQ."

He is ruining his impeccable voice, with such a beautiful voice and such vicious words, Dumas would want to kill this kind of commentator, fortunately he is dead.

"I think their relationship is very touching." I muttered in a low voice, especially for the character of Margaret. I won't admit that when I saw the finale, I secretly wiped my tears.Hearing this comment, it must have been me who was shot in the head.

"A prostitute's love?" His tone was light and mocking, as if reading this kind of book made him very angry.

I wanted to slap him in the face with the book again.I will endure.

"Love in hell, without any hopeful prayers, can only hide in a dark corner for nothing, thinking about the worthless death of the one you love." Yinhong, I thought it was the effect of light.

He is using the tone of reciting, summarizing everything in this book with great contempt.

I started thinking about looking for my headphones, someone to tell me what happened to this guy's childhood, no parent would point to world famous books and instill this understanding in their children.

"This is the path chosen by incompetent trash. Don't read this kind of book in the future."

Are you my dad?

I secretly murmured in my heart for a while.

The teacher finally entered the classroom. He took a look at our side and didn't notice that I had changed at the same table.

I naturally pulled my gaze back and refocused on the class.

He touched his gloves at a slow speed, tilted his head and looked at me intently.

Bella turned her head and glanced at me. I don't know what she saw, she hesitated to speak as if she wanted to say something to me, and finally looked away with a frown.

I bowed my head, still thinking about the plot of La Traviata, no matter how I think about it, it is not as bad as he said.

"She has no choice." After reviewing it over and over again, I still feel that Margaret's feelings are very sincere, and her identity and illness are doomed to her final tragedy.

What incompetent waste?

The ending of this book is really sad.

"Why didn't she have a choice? She didn't even have the courage to kill that idiot male lead."

I thought he was joking, and asked strangely: "Why did you kill Armand, they were in love." This made me wonder if he made a mistake in the book, and the hero and heroine are not enemies.

"If you are so desperate that there is no way to get him, and you can only rot by yourself, then put away all your pity and feelings, and I will take revenge...to take revenge on the person who made me fall into that kind of feeling."

His half-wet blond hair was dry and frizzy, but there was nothing cute about it.I noticed a flash of pain on his face, which made his expression a little grim.

The rain had stopped, and the light of day couldn't make him look any brighter, even if his skin was white enough to glow.

The storm in his eyes finally froze and suppressed into complete darkness. I admit that I can't understand this way of interpreting famous works.Then I didn't dare to raise my head anymore, feeling very depressed.

I was thinking, he should need a teacher in the counseling room, can I change my deskmate?

He glanced at me, held the pen in his hand, studied it for a few seconds, and snapped it off.

I trembled palely, and my handwriting was crooked.

The teacher glanced at us inadvertently, a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The dark clouds outside the window gathered again after the rain stopped, and today is cloudy.