[Twilight] Bright sunshine

This is a mistake of over-fantasy, I thought with scalding ointment all over my face.

And Rick, who was sitting in Carlisle's office with me, was also covered in ointment. He looked more serious than me. When the sun stayed on his face for more than three seconds, he began to turn red and hot.I saw with my own eyes that his white skin quickly changed from pale to light red, as if his fragile subcutaneous tissue was melting, and this unexpected performance left me dumbfounded.

Carlisle walked in in a white robe. Before he was off work, he directly led us into the consulting room of the hospital, allowing me to enjoy the doctor's treatment without making an appointment in advance.

"Claire, didn't I tell you to avoid direct sunlight as much as possible?" He reached out and lifted my chin, looked carefully, then shook his head and walked away from me. "Fortunately, it's not serious, but you must pay attention in the future, your skin is very fragile. Not only the sun, but also avoid hot and cold wash water."

I looked down and played with my fingers. Rick was glaring at me with his horrible eyes.It's a stupid thing, I can't explain it.

"Well, you should understand that Rick's symptoms are the same as yours, and he can't directly contact the sun, and... is more serious than you." Carlisle turned his back on me, his voice was calm and gentle, he was treating another scalded patient With gauze on it, obviously I dragged a poor innocent person through fire and water for a while.

"I'm sorry, Rick." I can't justify my stupidity anymore, and if hitting the wall can save my IQ from running away, I will happily try it.

"What do you think is the use of this kind of apology?" He raised the corners of his mouth, and the emotion of anger occupied his expression for a long time, making his sneer very lethal, full of violent malice.

"I will pay for the medical expenses, and the bank will transfer the money directly to you." I tried my best to make up for it, and I hope he can feel better, the burn is really not a trivial matter.

"Are you going to use this kind of cheap money to send me away? A few dollar bills, that pile of waste paper." Rick finally got rid of his stiff sitting posture, he stood up vigorously, and stretched out his hand to push Carlisle who was helping him with the wound , this is not something a fragile patient should do, he is more like a violent person who can provoke trouble at any time. "I don't know how to live or die, but I still come out to run around in this weather."

I was stunned by his reprimand, and I felt more oppressed than Charlie. I managed to maintain the calmness in my voice. "It was an accident, I'm really guilty of hurting you." His ferocious tone was basically to increase the hatred value, but as soon as I saw the gauze on his face, I was immediately overwhelmed by the shame and self-loathing in my heart Shoulders, I can only bow my head, wishing to bow again and again and say sorry to him.

"What an accident, don't tell me that someone manipulated you and pulled me to bask in the sun. Are you living in a magical movie or a girl's love novel? Knowing that you will be burned, you still rushed over. Where is your brain? This time it is only in the afternoon Then next time you see the car and run over, or jump off the stairs, is it just an accident, huh?" He coldly straightened his voice, tense and deep, in standard American English Come out in a circle in his mouth, and stab into your chest as clearly and quickly as ice knives.

I was so ashamed of being scolded by him, I really wanted to raise the white flag to tell him not to say anything.But obviously this old man has no intention of letting me go, he stared at me with disdain and pride.

"And when the mistake is made, you still think you can get away with it easily, and you don't repent at all."

I was wrong, really wrong, I was wrong to mess with this kind of guy.

He made me feel that the crime I committed just now was so great that I would be sorry for the earth if I didn't kill myself.

"Well, Rick, she didn't mean to." Carlisle grabbed his shoulders too hard, making it seem like the doctor was not grabbing a patient but a wounding beast.

"Shut up, Carlisle, is this how you make her always hurt herself?" He reacted very much to other people's touch, as if he was disgusted by blasphemy, and shook Carlisle's hand violently.

"If you can calm down, you should know that no one is guilty of serious crimes. You are too nervous." Carlisle always has endless patience in his attitude towards doctors and patients. He smiled indifferently and said to Rick easily .

"Of course you don't need to be nervous." He sneered, looked at Carlisle suspiciously, and seemed to mutter a few sinister words, but unfortunately they were too vague to hear.

This is not like a doctor and a patient, they are enemies in the arena.Carlisle's medical skills and kindness are always favored by patients, and this one doesn't seem to like this, but I think of Rick's performance at school, he basically sees everyone as an enemy.

Carlisle looked at him with a strange expression, and then picked up the medical record next to him, "You look all right, Rick, I don't think you want to spend the night in the hospital. It's best not to touch the wound again. High temperature. By the way, I remember that you still have severe hypothermia. The heat in your body can’t keep up with the emission from your body surface, which makes you afraid of the cold...?” The doctor doesn’t know why it looks a little funny, and people who don’t know still Thought he was making some cute joke instead of talking to a patient.

hypothermia?

I looked at him suspiciously, so healthy and strong, can he run and jump?

Even with mild hypothermia, he staggers when he walks, his hands and feet tremble, and he does not meet any of the characteristics of this disease.

"In your medical records, you want to write me as a terminally ill person so that you can die quickly, don't you?" Rick ignored the doctor's kindness, he was mean and irritable, and looked at Carlisle writing the diagnosis conclusion with squinting eyes.

"No, I think you're in good health. Other than being out of sunlight, hypothermic, and nervous, you're strong enough to fight a bear," Carlisle said wryly, "and you can beat it."

Apparently the listener didn't think it was a good-natured joke, his pale face looked neurotic because it was too gloomy under the light.

"Then..." Carlisle looked at me and then at Rick. He weighed it for a few seconds before continuing, "I don't think you need to stay in the hospital for observation, Claire, let Alice take you home. Don't So reckless, your life is so precious to those who love you, cherish yourself."

I was blushed by his few words, and shame surged in my heart. "I am really sorry."

It's a pity that the people who listened didn't accept my apology at all. Rick looked down at me with the coldness of a judge, as if he was studying whether to cut me horizontally or vertically.Even the gauze on his face couldn't stop this guy's arrogance. In the end, he graciously forgave me after he finally finished me in his mind. "Be careful in the future, Claire."

How grateful I am that he finally let go and forgave me. I must never do such a stupid thing in the future. I finally let go of my nervousness and showed him a friendly smile. "Thank you, Rick."

Rick's face was expressionless, he was stunned for two seconds, which made his too fair face like a frozen marble sculpture.

I don't know what he was staring at, I started to get nervous again because of his overly obvious gaze.

"Then I'll go first, Carlisle." Staying in the hospital for too long will make me feel uncomfortable. The experience of my previous life has destined me to reject this kind of place. "By the way, don't send the bill to Charlie, I don't want him to ground me." I turned to the doctor as I walked out.In the consulting room, Rick and Carlisle were both standing straight, their eyes moved with my leaving footsteps, for a moment, I could hardly tell them apart, they were so similarly stiff and pale.

I finally put away all the stupid doubts that made me want to hit the wall, and walked out quickly, but someone followed me soon after.

Before I had time to look back, a gloved hand stretched out. It was Rick who easily grabbed my wrist. We seemed to be friends who had known each other for a long time. He held my hand and walked forward silently.

Now he is walking in front, and I am being dragged along by him.

I wanted to break free, but when I saw the disposable medical gauze on his side face, I bowed my head with heavy shame, and I didn't have any confidence to say no.

"I didn't know you were a patient too." So I made a big mistake, I never thought that someone would suffer from a disease similar to mine, the same shade and pale skin.

"Patient?" The word in his mouth had a sense of mockery for some reason. He turned his back on me, his blond hair was shimmering, a man with delicate hair.

"With the advancement of medical technology in the future, we may have a chance to be cured." I hoped to comfort him a little clumsily. No matter how strange it is, it is understandable.You can't make a person who hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time look particularly normal or even lively.

This disease can make people suffer from depression, and even I didn't adjust to the low tide at first.

"We," he muttered softly, repeating admirably, with an uncontrollable smile in his voice.

...I can't understand what he is happy about at all.

He dragged me to the parking lot, where that very conspicuous Ferrari was parked.I saw Alice standing next to my Porsche. She didn't come over. The shadow of the night made her look less warm than the day, and she was as erratic and cold as a ghost.

"I'll take you back." Rick didn't even look at Alice. He didn't seem to understand that his words always carried the threat of orders.

I saw Alice smile at me from the parking lot, sadness mixed with relief.Then she opened the car door, and the car drove forward immediately. Did she acquiesce that Rick sent me back?

I didn't really want to get in Rick's car, his car was so conspicuous on the quiet Forks Road, the boys at school would adore him, and I guess his Ferrari was partly to blame.

"Get in the car, Claire."

He opened the car door with an attitude as if he was going to force me into the car if I didn't want to get in.

I shrunk my body and compromised like a little hairy animal. He closed the door vigorously, as if he was escorting a prisoner.

Immediately touch the black seat belt. I'm just used to this action in Karen's sports car. I always worry that they will rush forward as soon as I get in the car.I haven't fastened it yet, and the driver's door is already closed. This speed is a bit fast for ordinary people, but I didn't notice how he appeared next to me so quickly, trotting?

The first thing he did when he got in the car was to turn on the heater and the car audio, but he wasn't wearing a seat belt. I couldn't help but want to remind him, but he had already started the car.

"Pay attention to the traffic rules." I muttered in a low voice, wondering if I would turn into a nagging old woman and start chanting safety rules.

"There's no need for that." He was rougher than Edward when driving. If this sports car hadn't been able to withstand the toss, I would doubt that the speed would have killed the car.

"You like John Lennon too?" The music in the car woke up my ears. I used to play his CD night after night. His voice is very suitable for falling asleep. Occasionally a few songs don't sound like rock music but croon Singing lazily.

"Rock music, country music, and those modern singers who don't know where their minds are going..." He obviously didn't have any expression, but for some reason, he gave people a feeling of duplicity, because what he said was ,"I love so much."

It doesn't sound like liking, or the way he expresses his affection is very different.

John Lennon's low and magnetic voice slowly enters your heart.Love is a flower, you have to let it grow...

This kind of song really doesn't fit the personality of the owner of this Ferrari.I tried to chat with him. Regarding music, I always feel that people who like Lennon are very gentle, such as Jason, who has many related CD albums.

"Do you know the name of this song?" I pretended not to understand, because I was really new to grasp a topic, and I could only ask questions to arouse others' interest.

"Does this song have a name?" He blurted out without even thinking through it.When I understood what he was saying, he immediately changed his words, "I know, mental games...or imagination?"

Can this song still have two names?

His reaction reminds me of the student who crams for exams, only to be overwhelmed as soon as he writes the answers.

"Then which rock singer do you like best?" I tried to speak again, trembling for him.

"Anything." He replied bluntly, his expression was so severe that he wanted to pry a singer's name out of his mouth, as if he was going to be guillotined.

Did I pick the wrong topic?It's not like liking music, it's like having a hatred for these songs.

"Maybe John Lennon is a good guy." The name almost popped out from between his teeth. Those who didn't know thought that John Lennon owed him 80.

Is it painful to admit that you like a singer?This is not something shameful, I immediately said, "I like him too, and my father likes him too." Of course it was Claire's father.

"Really? That sounds really good." There was no good praise in his tone, "He has been in hell for so many years, and so many people still miss him."

Lennon's singing lingered in my ears, and I shivered, and the music immediately became dark.

Talking about music hobbies with him must have chosen the wrong topic.

"If you like, I have a lot of these things, how many do you need? A bundle of Beatles albums or something." He gave me a look, dark eyes very deep, I really worried that he was driving so distracted, we It will fly directly to the tree. "As long as you like it, I will like it too." He whispered, the tenderness in his voice was even more beautiful than the music.

Not only the voice, but also the perfection of his facial features due to the softening of his expression, makes people stop breathing.

I just discovered the allure of his appearance, as long as he doesn't put on a biting hideous face, when he is normal, I can't help but want to cover my nose.Everyone has a desire for beauty, and I shouldn't be ashamed of having it.

I lowered my head, trying to ignore his face.

This look deserves to be watched, and his looks are more prominent than his Ferrari.

I don't even know how he drove outside my house. It's different from the first meeting of the Karen family. At that time, my hands and feet were weak because of fear.After finally opening the car door, I realized that my steps were sloppy and my hands were weak.

Getting along with this guy for too long is like a [-]-meter race.

Even if he just had a cold face and didn't do anything.

I went to the door, took out the key, and finally remembered to say goodbye.Turning around, a black figure frightened me, the key fell off with a flick of the wrist, and one hand had already grasped it accurately.

Rick followed me without the sound of any footsteps.He resented my clumsiness and pushed me aside, and I watched incomprehensibly as the guy opened the door for me like a robber.

"Do you want to come in as a guest?" My polite sentence has no other meaning at all. It is so late that normal people should politely leave.

He sneered, amused by my inconsistency.

I have the audacity to block the door, you should go, sir.But the person I met seemed thicker-skinned than me. He just stood at the door and stared at me critically with a sullen face.

"You probably need some drinks. I only have some coke and instant coffee here." I turned around resentfully, and he really followed behind me. I heard him close the door smoothly.Why is this door-to-door movement so familiar?

I went straight into the kitchen, looked back, and found that he was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, and picked up a baseball that I stuffed under the sofa.Such a familiar attitude, I can't beat it.

I am most afraid of this kind of person. I can't make him understand even if I express or hint, and I can't open my mouth when I say something ugly.But thinking about the whole thing, he just suffered innocently, and I let him get burned by the sun, a mistake that was bound to make me feel guilty for a while.

How could I think he was a vampire?It's like being lost.

In the kitchen, I was scrambling to dig out the instant coffee packs I hadn’t touched for a long time, and I hurriedly boiled hot water. After the water finally boiled, I finally remembered to find a cup.He opened the cupboard again, poked around for a while, and finally took out a porcelain cup.I poured the coffee powder in, only to realize that my fingers were trembling all the time, and the coffee powder spilled out.

Then I accidentally remembered that the cup has not been used for a long time, did I forget to wash it.

When I went out, he was still sitting there, staring at the wall in silence.

"Do you want to watch TV, the sports channel." I handed him the coffee, and Rick finally got out of the gloom, his eyes were a little dangerous, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I stuffed the cup in my hand to him, and he responded flexibly, holding the cup very steadily.But when he saw the black liquid in the cup clearly, his nose twitched obviously, and his next move was to cover his mouth and nose with his hand, frowning and looking at the brewed coffee.

This kind of expression, even if there is no coffee in his hand, it is simply a chemical poison.

"You don't like it?" I asked sensitively, because the doubts in my mind had not been resolved, so the way he rejected food made me suspicious.Of course, this suspicion was quickly suppressed by me, and I didn't want to make another stupid mistake.

"No." He had already let go of his hand, lowered his eyes, and quickly refuted my question.

I oh in disbelief, then went to turn on the TV. I don't know what kind of TV programs men like, anyway, Charlie is always the sports channel.

"By the way, do you need something to eat?" My stomach is empty, I haven't settled for dinner at all, and there should be some frozen food in the refrigerator.

The sound of something hitting the table, I turned around in shock and saw Rick put down the empty glass, his face was terribly ugly.Doesn't he know that the water is very hot?Drink it in one gulp, can his tongue and esophagus bear it?

"Are you okay?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"Taste..." He felt disgusted and made the wrinkles between his brows deeper. Coffee made him feel like vomiting?

"You need something else... Shall I get you some cold water?" His appearance is really worrying, and he has a coffee allergy.

"No need." He took a deep breath, not knowing what he was suppressing, and quickly stood up and walked towards the door.I politely asked behind him, "Do you need something to eat?" I guess he didn't have anything in his stomach, so he shouldn't be allowed to drink coffee, drinking it on an empty stomach is bad for your health.

His back visibly stiffened, and his steps quickened. "No, just be careful not to make mistakes again, damn it, you are as fragile as an unlocked box."

After he finished speaking, he had already walked out quickly, and I couldn't keep up with his speed by trotting.When I came to the door, I saw that he had already closed the car door. I couldn't help it, and said loudly to him: "Pay attention to traffic rules, and wear your seat belt." Not everyone is from Karen's family, and driving like him will kill people. .

I don't know if he heard it, but the sports car quickly disappeared at the intersection.I stood at the door, at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do next.I went back to the living room and picked up the cups for entertaining guests, went to the kitchen to wash them, and took the coffee packaging bag, glanced at it casually, and found that it had been expired for a long time.After a few seconds of silence, I crumpled the bag up and threw it into the trash can with a guilty conscience, then put the washed cup back into its original place, pretending that no one showed up tonight, and I didn't make expired coffee to entertain anyone.

I opened the refrigerator and found that there were still a few quick meals left. I took them out and boiled them. After dinner, I went to the bathroom to take a shower.After finally drying her hair, she lay down on the bed tiredly.The sound outside the window was getting louder, and the sunny day was finally covered by dark clouds again, and it was raining in Fox.

I got up from the bed, opened the window, and the cold wind came in, mixed with rain.I breathed this fresh and cold breath a little greedily, and when the heavy rain came in, I closed the window immediately before my body was about to get wet. The raindrops smashed on the glass, leaving transparent marks of nostalgia one by one.

I ran to the bookshelf, pulled out a Lennon CD, and turned on the stereo.Then he finally lost all his strength and staggered into the quilt to sleep.

I felt like my brain was in a state of shutdown and I knew I was doing something stupid.I was tormented by the idea that Rick Doyle was Caius.But I can't ignore the familiar feeling, there are so many similarities between them.The difference is that I can't remember what Caius really looked like, while Rick has a terrible clarity.

It's impossible, I tried to convince myself.Caius couldn't be on Forks, he despises it.

And Rick is human, he is human.

Curling into a ball with their heads in their hands, hypnotizing themselves to ignore the similarities between them.When I woke up the next day, it was raining heavily, and I got up with two black panda eyes.After finally packing myself up, I went out with my schoolbag and an umbrella, and just as I closed the door and turned around, a conspicuous red Ferrari rushed out of the rain, and suddenly fell from the sky.

Rick got out of the car, his blond hair soaked by the rain, and he took one look at me before greeting me in a bad tone. "Are you planning to walk to school by yourself, you need a driver, Claire."

I saw him directly open the door of the passenger seat, with a look on his face that I would force it directly without getting in the car.Can't he be more friendly and give people room for negotiation?

It's crazy, I cursed in my heart.He reached out to put on the hood of his clothes, then rushed over with his schoolbag in his arms, and sat in his car.

The speed of the car is still crazy, sooner or later I will die in a car accident.And when I got out of Rick's car, all my denials from yesterday fell by the wayside.

"Rick, maybe you can explain to Jessica and the others that we are not in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship." I asked him very seriously, hoping that such ridiculous rumors would disappear soon.

"Yes." He answered without embarrassing me at all, and then said in a dark tone, "Where's your passport?"

"Why do you need a passport? Do you need a document to ride in your car?" I relaxed and had the strength to joke.

"Find a few witnesses to change the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend."

I was speechless for a while, and pushed the moving car door with trembling hands, suddenly wanting a superhero to save me.