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"Mrs. Cullen, you can't spoil children like this. I heard that you are doing cultural relic restoration work? I wonder if you are too obsessed with those things from the past and neglected... children's education?"

Ms. Mary, the director of the teaching department, still had a cast on her hand, and she actually hurt her bone because of that not-so-heavy venting.

The plaster cast on her hand was put on by Carlisle. Of course, this is also because Fox, a small town with a total population of only 3121, does not have a second clinic.Carlisle explained to the angry and puzzled lady that the human skull is very hard, except for the teeth, it is almost the hardest bone in the human body, so...

What he meant was that the lady's injury wasn't all that extraordinary.

And Ms. Mary, a menopausal woman over forty years old, was almost intoxicated by Carlisle's gentle voice and professional help and then forgot about the troubles caused by the children of the Cullen family. It was Esme. At this moment, she woke up from Carlisle's bewitchment, remembered how her hand was injured, and was ashamed of her trance just now, so she coldly invited Esme to come to school in time .

Carlisle had to show Esme a regretful expression behind Ms. Mary's invisible back. Esme helplessly covered up his bad intentions and pranks for her husband, and promised Ms. Mary, and also rejected the one-day meeting. Work.

"Yes, this is our negligence. You know, Carlisle and I are always busy, so we seldom take care of them." Esme showed an apologetic expression, and quickly admitted her mistake, and did not give Ms. Mary room to continue.

"I will criticize them well, but, ma'am, I hope you don't put too much pressure on them. You know, they are not Carlisle and I's biological children, we adopted them, and their previous lives... are not Great. Art is an orphan. And this weekend is his birthday."

Ms. Mary was at a loss for words and felt guilty.She turned her head and saw Art peeking at the door anxiously, like a frightened little mole.

"Oh..." Ms. Mary sighed, "Well, this time, I will forgive them, children always have the right to make mistakes, as long as it is not too extreme."

"Do you think Ms. Mary will embarrass Esme?" Art sneaked a look at the door, and asked his vampire boyfriend, "Hey, you must know what they are talking about, right? You also know Mary What's on your mind, ma'am, you have to tell me!"

Edward smiled secretly, and pointed to Art: "You can listen secretly, and you can hear it if you get closer."

Then, Art stuck his head out of the door again like a sneaky little mole, but unexpectedly met Ms. Mary's gaze, and immediately shrank back in shock.

The other vampires in the Karen family not far away have sharp eyesight and can't help worrying about their new little brother Art.

Rosalie asked hesitantly: "Do you think that Edward likes to bully Art?" She frowned her beautiful eyebrows, "He shouldn't be like this. Art is a good boy, and he left home."

Emmett hugged her shoulders and leaned over, showing a hearty smile: "No, no, honey, believe me, they enjoy it. Just like us."

Rosalie pushed her elbow back, and Emmett immediately bent down in pain, and could only spit out intermittent words from the depths of her throat: "Enjoy it...just like...us..."

Jasper glanced at Alice, both of them had warm smiles in their golden eyes, and their hands were slightly tightened.

On the weekend, Art's long-awaited birthday finally arrived, but it was in this world.

Considering the difference in the instability of time flow between the two worlds, if it was another world, he should still be a while away.The last time I called Clairol, it was only two or three days ago.

Thinking about it this way, the birthday that should have been happy was a little bit uninteresting. Edward seemed to see it, and took Art to Port Angel.

It was not far from Forks Town, but a two-hour drive--that's for ordinary people, but for Edward, the distance was shortened to less than an hour.

Port of Angels can almost be regarded as a scenic spot for foreign tourists. Like all scenic spots, things are expensive, but Edward doesn’t care about these—of course, if you also have a person who can predict the future, predict stocks, lottery tickets, etc. You don't care about all the little sisters who can get money easily, not to mention that Edward himself doesn't know how to make money, he has lived for so long anyway.

However, while making money, Port of Angel also has wonderful seaside scenery, large shopping malls and department stores that are far inferior to Fox Town, and the first sightseeing street that extends along the coastline-these are the foundations for making money.

Edward took Art's hand and walked on First Street. Some people noticed them on the road, perhaps because of their appearance, or because of their holding hands.

But who cares?

Edward walked backwards, with the corners of his mouth curled up together. His handsome appearance and pleasant smile caught the attention of many people. There were even hot beauties who wanted to take pictures with him, but Edward pointed to Art, He said with a serious face, "That's not okay!"

Arthur's face turned red.

Edward pulled him back and ran quickly across the coastline, his honey-like golden-brown eyes were staring at Art's obsidian-like eyes, full of dancing smiles: "Look, you are here to travel, Art, Be happy!"

"Sorry. Did I worry Carlisle and the others?" Art patted his face.

The handsome vampire smiled, as if Art had told such a ridiculous joke.

"Carlisle would love it, we'd all love it, we're a family, Art, you've got to keep that in mind. How normal and natural to worry about your family, isn't it?"

The vampire tilted his head and said distressedly: "Oh, if you really can't cheer up, maybe you would like to see my gift?"

"Eh?"

The vampire took out a box, Art glanced at him, opened it, and muttered in surprise: "Do you remember?"

The vampire hugged him from behind, and they stood together on the shore, their figures overlapping: "Of course I remember, since we met, since we haven't met, I remember every word you said. Honey, you know why of."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose against Art's cheek, and breathed on Art's face.

It was a PSP, and Art once told Edward that he changed the place of the trip privately, and there was a small reason to save some money to buy a PSP.

When passing by the post office, Art bought a postcard and wrote it stroke by stroke on the table.

Although there was no response to the letter that Edward sent earlier, Yate felt that maybe it was because of the different passage of time in the two worlds?So, he continued to write the previous letter.The last time he had just confessed to Clairol that he hadn't been to Italy.

"Mom, I met someone I like in Forks Town. His name is Edward. He is a little special. I hope I can show it to you when I go home next time."I think you'll like him, you always like good-looking men and boys, and of course, I do too.So, can you stop twisting my ears in front of him?I promise I can screw you later.

your atr. 』

Art took Edward's Volvo back to Karen's house with the cake he ordered.

Originally, both Esme and Rosalie hoped to make one by themselves, which was a joy they hadn't experienced for a long time.But it turns out that vampires who have lived for a long time are obviously not omnipotent, and the things they make can't taste for a long time...

Oh, it's better not to remember.In this world, there is only one Beethoven, who can become a great musician even if he cannot hear the sound,

Esme expressed apologies and regrets.Then, at Art's suggestion, they made a big blood cake together.This one is quite delicious, and the vampire beauties are very good at their craftsmanship, which proved that Rosalie ate as she made it, and finally found out that she had to redo it.

This made Art see Rosalie's blushing face, who was always indifferent, for the first time. Emmett immediately whistled without losing the opportunity, and Rosalie, who was ashamed and turned into anger, took care of him severely.

"Gift! Happy birthday!" Alice jumped out enthusiastically as soon as Art entered.

"Take it apart and have a look!" The petite and cute girl happily danced around Art, like a dance, with light footsteps like a cat.

"Oh..." Yate, who opened the small box, wrinkled his face in confusion.

It was a fine tie clip, but...

Art turned his head, looked at himself in a tracksuit printed on the piano by the entrance, and murmured: "Alice, do you think this really suits me?"

Alice giggled, showing a mischievous expression, her cat-like golden eyes narrowed into a slit: "Oh, Art, you are a big boy, you have to... oh, mature, that's it !"

Emmett ran over with open arms, raised Art and threw it up, laughing, "Just like me!"

Art was dizzy and shouted: "Emmett! How mature are you!"

"No matter where! You have to admit that I am much more mature than you look, and that's true." Emmett laughed and opened his arms, trying to catch Art who fell, but someone beat him first.

The big man shrugged, looked at Edward teasingly, and shook the key in his hand at his newest little brother: "Oh, a present, Art!"

"Oh no, that's too precious." Yate looked at the golden key and shook his head again and again, not feeling anything wrong with being hugged by his boyfriend.

He's getting thicker now, but that's mostly thanks to Emmett, who likes to tease him and Edward.

Emmett immediately blinked meaningfully: "Hey man, what do you think? It's just a... bicycle!" He drew his voice, and then laughed.

Yate immediately understood that he had been tricked, and with a yell, he rushed up fiercely and fought with Emmett.

"Next time on your birthday, I will give you a piece of garlic! I swear, you bad guy!" Art rode on the big man's stomach, and pressed the big man to the ground, with one left and one right hand Together they grabbed the big man's hard cheeks.

The big man has too much strength. For him, Yate is as light as a feather, but also as fragile as a piece of transparent paper. If he can't control his strength a little bit, he will hurt Yate. Every time he quarreled with Yate, he was at a disadvantage.

Art was a bright lad, always good at taking advantage of his position, from a young age.

For example, when he was in kindergarten, thanks to the help of the birds, Art identified a candy theft incident, but no one believed him, and he had to go back crying and complain to Clairol.

And when encountering this kind of thing again later, he learned to put himself in the position of the watching bird wisely, staring at a pair of round black eyes, pretending to be a cute baby with puffed cheeks, and putting everything With a nose and an eye, no one can refute it.

No one knows that those chirping birds on the branches are his military advisers. Even though Art once confessed this honestly, he was slapped by the teacher and wrote "I will never lie again" a hundred times. ".

Single mother Clairol had approached the kindergarten teacher who had punished Art for this, but not for the reason that Art was telling the truth, which sounds ridiculous to others.She later told the distressed Art, saying, baby, look, we are different from others, we have to learn to protect ourselves, this is not treacherous, and it does not mean that you are a bad boy who deceives others.In this regard, Yate also learned to infer other cases from one instance.

【Oh my dear, it's your birthday but you didn't tell me, you don't love me anymore! ] Xiaobo flapped his wings and flew around the living room, rattling and squawking--the parrot's voice is not pleasant--and finally fell to the ground and began to roll.

After being timid and frightened some time ago, Xiaobo cheered up again, and became more and more lawless, probably because he realized that the vampire in this house would not hurt him.a family of scholars

"Your butt is exposed." Art calmly glanced at the rolling green feathers on the ground.

Little Bo paused for a moment, then jumped up screaming, covered his face with his wings and jumped all the way up to the second floor: [Rogue!You rascal! 】

After a while, the big scarlet-breasted parrot rushed down again with a ribbon in its mouth, tilted its head, and turned its small black eyes: [Okay, in order to make up for the gift I gave you, how about I pack myself? Sample? 】

Edward looked at the strange parrot and asked Art: "What is it talking about?"

Art repeated the words of the expectant big chest with a strange expression, and Edward immediately took a step forward with a straight face, picked up the bold parrot, and locked it in the toilet.

【No!You are too cruel, ruthless and unreasonable!The chestnut on the cake is mine!The fruit is mine!It's all mine!No one is allowed to rob me! 】The big scarlet-breasted parrot was thumping vigorously in the toilet, making a crackling sound.Yate decisively pretended not to hear.

"Edward, we have to lock the computer when we leave from now on."

"What's the matter?" Edward looked over after taking a bite of the cake, but was frowned by the smell like chewing mud.

"Xiaobo seems to like NC dramas recently. This is not a good habit."

The author has something to say: Aww, when will you be able to make an appearance, Bella!i miss you bird~

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