Netizens are vampires? !

The police car passed through the town and stopped at the northern edge of Fox Town. The Lava River flowed in the distance. The wide river was peaceful, with occasional small whirlpools.

Atlas blinked in confusion, and looked at the serious and unsmiling police officer Swan next to him.

Officer Swan coughed twice in a low voice, and moved his fingers holding the steering wheel, obviously a little embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know where the Karen family lives, they don't live in the town. Ya..."

"Atlas, officer."

"Yes, Atlas, I'm afraid I can only send you here." Charlie Swan looked away a little embarrassed.

Art showed a big smile knowingly: "It's okay, thank you very much, Mr. Police Officer."

Charlie remedied: "But you can wait in my car for a while, it's much warmer in the car. I don't have any extra work today."

"Thank you."

"Call me Charlie."

"Good Charlie."

Charlie wasn't a talkative guy, but Art was.He's always been good at setting things up, with anyone, so while Charlie is mostly just listening, it's not deserted in the police car.

This made Charlie heave a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's because of his occupational disease, but he's always not very good at getting along with others, especially the younger generation and the opposite sex.This kind of personality can be seen from his liking for fishing, which is an activity that can last for hours.Charlie sometimes felt that perhaps his ex-wife Renee disliked not only the weather in Forks but his dullness, and perhaps his daughter Bella too.

This made Charlie almost envious of Art. The boy was surprisingly eloquent, with a beautiful and lovable smile, but he was not noisy. He could always be quiet for a while or change the subject at just the right time.At the opponent's age, this is really rare.how old is he?At most fifteen or sixteen years old?

Charlie glanced twice at Art's face, guessing secretly.But I'm not sure.The age of Orientals has never been easy to determine.

Thanks to Art's talkativeness, it didn't take long before Charlie became less nervous and even started telling Art about his proudest achievement—a [-]-pound trout he once caught that made his buddies Billy Black is very jealous.

Art was not as indifferent as his daughter Bella, on the contrary, he exclaimed generously, making Charlie's face successfully climbed into a smile.

Of course, Charlie didn't know it, and Art turned around secretly immediately, and checked the conversion between pounds and kilograms with an electronic dictionary.

The pleasant conversation didn't last long, however, when a silver Volvo almost rushed towards them and interrupted them.

The silver Volvo roared towards him. At the same time, because of its speed, Art and Officer Swan couldn't help pressing their backs tightly against the police car seat, taking deep breaths.

Then Officer Swan jerked awake to his duty and let out a low growl, "Damn it! Speeding! Gotta catch this daring fellow!"

It's a pity that the silver Volvo didn't give Officer Swan this chance. Almost at the moment when the police car was spotted, the Volvo's speed dropped to within the normal range at an astonishing rate. Silver is an illusion.

While Art's eyes were burning with emotion about the performance of the car, Officer Swan was holding the steering wheel tightly, his eyes widened and he was gasping for breath.

Then, the swishy Volvo stopped next to the police car, and Officer Swan almost gritted his teeth and thought it was a provocation.

Almost as soon as it came to a stop, the windows of the Volvo slammed down. The face of the handsome boy, whose face was as pale as ice-cold marble, almost couldn't wait to get out of the window, his eyes as beautiful as creme brulee stared at him. Big, as if seeing something unbelievable: "Atlas? Is it really you? Oh my god, you're really here, it's really... really... I mean, it's unbelievable Already!"

"But that's not the reason for speeding, I'm sure." Police officer Swan was obviously not calm, and was holding the steering wheel and muttering.

The boy with an enviably perfect face didn't care about it at all. Before he could finish that sentence, he had already got off the silver Volvo, and his burnt yellow eyes, as sweet as creme brulee, looked passionately across the police car. Looking at Art from the glass window, the corners of his mouth were raised high, showing that his mood was indeed as excited and joyful as his words.

Even Atlas, who felt that the relationship between the netizens who had been dating for two years should be unusual, couldn't help being flattered, and pulled his clothes a little nervously, making sure that the other party was not so unbelievable at the beginning because of his weird clothes Immediately after that, a big smile appeared.

A few wild ducks swayed across the river beach, and an unrestrained lady cheered unrestrainedly: [Aww, open-air bath!Open-air bath!People love the open-air bath! 】

[Please run naked! 】

[Seek friendship! 】

[Bugs! 】

【Depend on!Who hit me? 】

[Hit him, hit him!Let him compete unfairly! 】

Mao Fei croaked loudly.

Arthur's smile froze on his lips.

"Hi, Edward, you are much more beautiful than you look on the Internet." Astra opened the door, just got out, Edward had already put the coat on Art's head.

A gust of cold air penetrated Yate's body along the jacket, and Yate couldn't help shivering, and quickly refused: "No, I'm not cold."

Edward bent down, looked at Art with his charming, deep, delicious burnt yellow eyes, and smiled: "No, it's not cold, I'm just worried that you'll get caught in the rain." As he said, it was too late for Art to refuse Walking towards the back compartment of the police car, he took out his suitcase for Art, and just when Art was about to say "I'll do it, it's a bit heavy", he lifted the suitcase out effortlessly, just like in his hand It's just like a weightless feather.

Art shut his mouth and squeezed his arm unconsciously. Officer Swan saw his little movement, leaned his head over, and whispered: "Your arm looks quite strong, young man."

Art twitched the corner of his mouth, a little frustrated: "Thank you, I thought so before."

On the other side, Edward, who was clearly a few steps away and was still busy putting his luggage into the Volvo's trunk, seemed to hear the whispered conversation between the two, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Art closed his mouth, and then remembered something very important, so after thanking Officer Swann again, he pulled the coat on his head, and slowly moved to Edward's side with some unease, blinking Blinking, said: "Eh... the weather is good today."

——The English teacher said that the first sentence Chinese people like to say when they meet is "Have you eaten?" Even if the person has just come out of the toilet, the first sentence when meeting a foreigner is basically related to the weather.Yate felt that he should understand everyone's cultural differences.So, although he didn't ask in the first sentence, it's not too late to add it now, right?

Officer Swan: "..."

Edward: "..."

The two looked at the sky at the same time, and the cold rain fell on their faces unceremoniously.

Edward smiled and stretched out his arms to wrap around Art's shoulders, and stuffed him into the Volvo, but he didn't back out. Instead, he got into most of his body, propped up Art's cushion and backrest and smiled meaningfully: " I'm surprised and happy that you like the weather, Art."

"... Oh." Yate, who was poor in language, blinked, and felt that... listening to the teacher was indeed right.

He took off his coat and hugged it in his arms, and waved to the enthusiastic police officer Swan. The serious police officer nodded, returned to his police car, reversed and left.

Edward waited for him to leave before he drove the Volvo across the bridge over the Lava River and headed north.

He had an obvious smile on his face all the time, obviously very happy for Art's arrival.

Yate sighed in his heart: foreigners are really enthusiastic!

The pointer on the watch jumped all the way to 120 yards with the same enthusiasm, and Art silently put on his seat belt. Edward kept looking ahead, holding the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, but he was as pale as if he had seen the action of Art. The corners of his mouth instantly curled up on his marble-like face.

Art fastened his seat belt and raised his head. He felt a cold breath blowing towards his face. In the blink of an eye, he realized that Edward's body was approaching him. His eyes were as delicious as the creme brulee that he coveted. Locked on him with interest, the velvety and silky voice raised a little bit with interest: "Art, are you afraid? Don't worry, there will be no traffic accidents, I always drive like this."

He said so in his mouth, but he looked like he was watching the show on his face, which was exactly the same as when he met on the Internet countless times while teasing and playing tricks. This kind of familiarity made Yate meet netizens for the first time, and it was still so far away. The little worries of netizens were put down at once.

So, Art calmly stretched out his hand, and swiped Edward's face——

The coldness and stiffness of the hand made Art mutter in his heart, but he still raised his chin: "If you really think about my little one, you should turn your eyes to the road. Look at the road, thank you. "

Edward was obviously stunned, he glanced at Art strangely, and muttered with some frustration: "Oh, I've never seen anyone like you."

"Actually, I haven't seen you like this before." Art's words made Edward's breathing obviously heavy, but soon, Edward had to be dumbfounded, because Art suddenly drooped his shoulders and said, "When I pushed you, you Can't you just turn your face around?"

"Art you..."

The netizen who used to talk about everything was quiet for a while, Edward no longer leaned over half of his body obediently, but his movements of glancing at Yate from time to time were so frequent that it still gave Yate a headache.

After watching it many times, Edward couldn't bear to ask in a low voice: "I thought you would at least feel sorry for... um, my face... why is it so cold." When he asked this question, his little finger was a little restless. tapping the steering wheel.

Art's eyes widened all of a sudden: "Isn't it because I'm wearing your clothes?" He looked at the buttons on the front row of the car and frowned, "By the way, you can turn on the air conditioner to make it warmer."

Edward froze for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing, out of breath.

Art looked at him inexplicably, but saw that Edward's eyes, who turned his head again, were shining like golden gold.

"It's so beautiful." Yate couldn't help sighing in a low voice, and even couldn't help stretching out his hand.

A self-confident but obviously happy smile appeared on Edward's handsome and fair face because of his praise. He moved a little closer to this side, his deep eyes locked on Art's movements, as if encouraging him, and leaned slightly The posture, as long as it gets closer, it can be offset with Art's forehead, so intimate.

However, obviously, he did not forget that he was driving, and the passengers were not his brothers and sisters, so he had to back away, but those shining golden pupils were separated by a short moment in the air. The distance has been staring at Yate, the voice is low and smooth, floating from the tip of the tongue, like singing, like bewitching: "Thank you for your compliment, dear, but I hope you...can change the word."

Art and him stared at each other for a long while, which lasted at least two seconds, which was enough for him to understand. For foreigners, the word dear is probably similar to the Chinese "you, me, him", So, two seconds later, he calmly grabbed the seat belt with one hand, pointed forward with the other, and tried his best to express his meaning concisely in his poor English: "Look at the road."

Edward's perfect smile froze, and Art frowned and thought out the next concise sentence: "Have you really never been in a car accident?"

"No! I'm sure!" Edward turned his head back angrily, stared at the road fiercely, stepped on the accelerator hard, as if someone was against him, the silver Volvo once again showed its lightning speed when it came. run away.

"Oh." Arthur nodded, stared at Edward for a while, tilted his head to think for a while, and then said slowly in broken English, "Come on, don't worry, breathe, take a deep breath, relax, relax..."

Click——

On the inside of the steering wheel, where Art couldn't see it, a piece was quietly recessed, which happened to be the mark of a thumb.

The author has something to say: In the original book, Bella went to Fox in the middle of a semester, but here, Art went to Fox for the summer vacation, so he arrived at Fox earlier than Bella.

In addition, please ignore Edward's haggard square face in the movie, ignore it!ignore it!The square face recedes—

In response to everyone's strong request to appear on the stage, the beautiful duck girl who comforted the wounded heart hit by the square face ~ the unrestrained beautiful duck girl~

Look at that seductive little eyes~~~