Netizens are vampires? !

It was only when he sat in the black Mercedes that was so fast that it almost caused cardiac arrest that Art realized that Carlisle and Edward were father and son. , they were all adopted children of Carlisle, like Art himself.Although, they were obviously equally unexpectedly handsome and pale-well, he meant that he was like an ugly duckling in a flock of swans.

When Art sighed and said this while sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes, he was immediately embraced by the laughing Edward and kissed him on the cheek—in front of Carlisle face!

Art assured that he did see Carlisle's smile in the rearview mirror, the meaningful smile, and the playful wink when he caught Art's gaze.

What an ordinary act of affection, but Art blew up in an instant - because it was obviously not a simple hug.

The abominable Edward almost hugged him to his knees with his damn strength, and he even had to use his hands to support the cushions on both sides of Edward's body to stabilize the sudden imbalance!

So, as soon as Art recovered from the sudden panic, he used his fist to greet Edward's enviable handsome face-damn he wanted to do this a long time ago!Don't underestimate the jealousy of men!Mouth!

It's a pity that this narrow-minded revenge directly caused Art to get out of the car and walk into the high school that he didn't want to study again. The back of his right hand was still swollen like a steamed bun, and it hurt when he touched it.

Pity his feet are just getting better.

——Sure enough, jealousy is out of the question.Art felt guilty.

Edward on the side has been looking at him very distressed, his golden eyes are full of apology.Yate could only silently turn away his face and pretend not to see it, because he was not shameless enough to rush forward and grab the opponent's clothes to pack them back with peace of mind - just because the opponent lay flat and casual when he hit him.

Except for the sign hanging at the door, Fox Middle School is not a school at all. It is like a row of supporting houses built with maroon bricks, including the shrubs and lawns in the school. It does not feel like an educational institution.

Yate thinks it may be the difference between home and abroad.However, if he came to find it by himself, it would be difficult to find this place.

There was a small sign on the first building, which said "Administrative Office". Art walked in behind Carlisle, and immediately felt eyes from all directions.

This is really not easy, because it is a holiday now, and there are not many people in the entire office.

The smile on Art's face froze for a moment, as if he had been placed in a cage for a visit.

When he touched the corner of his mouth with his finger and wanted to keep the arc, Edward approached him and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, they don't mean anything malicious, but there are very few outsiders in Fox Town, especially Asians. Surprised and curious."

Art looked at Edward and nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, I should believe in your special ability."

Edward blinked his eyes slowly, a little aggrieved: "I hope you believe me, my dear."

Art was already immune to the word dear, so he snorted naturally: "Don't be too greedy, it's already a part of you."

Carlisle over there seems to have finished talking with the tall middle-aged woman wearing glasses behind the counter in the reception area. The middle-aged woman greeted Art, and Art walked over and smiled politely. As for whether his smile Stiff and tense, Art has no way to control it.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning, cute little guy." The middle-aged woman was obviously in a good mood because of Yate's performance.In her opinion, Art is a shy and cute little guy, and such a little guy is always easy to attract women of her age.

But Art touched his face because of her adjective, looking dissatisfied.This made the middle-aged woman smile.She looked at Carlisle: "You adopted another child, a lovely child, oh, of course, I'm not saying that the other children you adopted were not so cute."

Carlisle nodded with a smile. His gentle smile and handsome appearance made him easy to be favored by others.

"Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Marshall."

Ms. Marshall helped her huge pair of full-frame glasses, took out a form and filled it out, saying, "Originally, I should have received this..."

"Atlas Cullen, Ms. Marshall." Carlisle said politely.

"Oh, yes, after receiving Atlas Cullen's transfer procedures, I will handle these for him, but as you said, Mr. Carlisle Cullen, he is a foreigner and an orphan. These procedures I'm afraid there will be some trouble, since Atlas is a very cute child, I would like to break the rules for you first, Mr. Carlisle Cullen."

"I understand, thank you very much, Ms. Marshall."

Carlisle's gentle thank you made the woman's hand pause when she filled out the form, and though she continued quickly, Art noticed a frown on Edward's brow.

Art probably guessed something, he abducted Edward with his arm, and whispered: "Hey, Edward, you can't do this, even if you suddenly have something wrong in your heart, it's normal. Some thoughts are just for life. It's just an idea. You don't really mind."

Edward looked at him strangely: "You think so?"

"Of course!" Art recalled, "It's like when I was a child, the kindergarten classmates found that I was always staying with the birds, and they scolded me, bullied me, called me a little lunatic, and beat me— — well, of course, I beat them back later, and called a lot of birds to shit on their heads — I cursed them too, thinking it would be best never to see them again, but, you see, actually They are still alive and well, and I have never done anything excessive."

Art shrugged.

Edward froze.

His dear Art was telling him that the problem that had plagued him for more than a century was actually not as serious as he thought?

He was born in Chicago in 1901. In the summer of 1918, when the prevailing Spanish flu swept Chicago, his father, mother, and him, who was only 17 years old, were all involved in the catastrophe by death.It was also at this time that he met Carlisle, who was the attending doctor at that hospital.

His father, Edward Sr., had just taken his last breath when he was taken to the hospital, and he was also dying.His mother, Elizabeth Mason, insisted on taking care of him.Tired and physically and mentally exhausted, she, who had a much milder condition, ended up leaving earlier than him.

Carlisle never told him the scene at that time in detail, and when transforming into a vampire, most of the memories belonging to humans will be shattered due to the pain of transformation——Carlisle said, perhaps because of the influence of vampire venom—so, 100 Years later, his memory of his mother is hazy.However, he knew that it was because of his mother's prayer that Carlisle saved him and turned him into a vampire.That clever woman noticed Carlisle's hidden secret just before death came.

Carlisle has a theory. He believes that the reason why a small number of vampires have special innate abilities is that at the moment of transformation, vampires magnify the characteristics of when they were still human-this characteristic is obviously not shared by every human being.

Just like Edward's mind reading, this shows that when he was a human being, he should be extremely sensitive and easily affected by other people's emotions.Edward still had a vague impression of this.Because of this, he was quite rebellious when he first became a vampire, and he even left Carlisle for a long time, because he couldn't stand those pervasive filthy, dirty, dark thoughts, which almost drove him crazy, almost made him He believes that no one in this world can bring him peace.

And after that brief period of rebellion, he returned to Carlisle again, largely because of Carlisle's peculiarity.

As a vampire, he never drank human blood, and even spent centuries exercising himself in various unimaginable ways, and became a doctor.Carlisle was the warmest, kindest person he had ever met, human or vampire.Although, occasionally, Carlisle can be a little mean-spirited, but it doesn't hurt - people who are not vampires can never imagine the challenges Carlisle faces, the struggle of having to restrain his blood-sucking desire at all times.He even had to hold the scalpel in his hand steadily during this instinctive, physical struggle without trembling a bit.

Carlisle was obviously different from that Ms. Marshall. He heard the whispered conversation between Art and Edward, lowered his head and covered his lips and let out a low chuckle.

"Great kid, isn't he, Edward? Look, we have all ignored some ideas, no matter how dirty and dirty they are, but they are just ideas. After all, there are only a few who offend the laws and rules. Edward, you met There's a kid who's perfect for you."

Edward walked up to the unaware Art, stretched his arms around his waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder as Art twisted awkwardly.

"Art, I love you, I love you, I love you..." He murmured uncontrollably, in a whisper.Except for Art and Carlisle, who was a vampire, who were close at hand, those who looked over curiously could not hear it at all.

Carlisle turned around and saw that Edward's eyes had turned dark golden. He immediately ended the conversation with Ms. Marshall and pulled Edward away from Fox Middle School.

On the side of the road a few miles away from Fox Middle School, Carlisle stopped the car, walked to the back door, opened the door, and hugged Edward and Edward tightly with a force that did not match his slender body. Art in his arms was lifted from the back seat and thrown to the side of the road.

"Papa Carlisle!" Arthur was stuck on his back with a heavy Edward, almost unable to move.He clearly felt the tight muscles, and seeing Carlisle getting into the driver's seat and about to leave, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Carlisle looked back at each other, raised his hand, and smiled to comfort him: "Relax a little, Art, have a good talk with Edward, whether you accept or reject, I will support you, you and him are equally my beloved children. However, please believe that he has deep feelings for you that you cannot imagine."

Yate was dumbfounded, watching the black Mercedes go away, but suddenly thought: My God!It's so far from home!I... how do we go back later?

Carrying a heavy Edward on his back, Yate stood on the side of the road where no one came and no one left. He wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only break Edward's hard arm: "Hey Edward, let me go first, let me go , let me go and talk again?"

[Mom, look!What are those two doing? 】

【sky!Put your head back!Can not look! 】

【why? 】

[Because after watching it, you can't lay eggs, just like the crow next door that follows the male! 】Mother Bird taught seriously.

Art: "..."

The author has something to say: a nest of birds engaged in family education~

Pay attention to the curious look of a certain one with its head tilted!

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