Desire on the other side of blood

After I saw the blue Danube, the majestic Korbachen Mountain and the colorful Black Sea, we decided to go to Milan, Italy.

Since leaving Bucharest, Yige has been babbling in my ear non-stop.

"Leaving Bucharest, I'll never have a heart cake baked by Miss Joyce, my goodness, it was delicious!"

"Poor Miss Joyce, she always thought you'd marry her. Look how she wept when she knew we were going!"

……

"Ig." I stopped suddenly, and Ig accidentally bumped into my back.

He rubbed his sore nose, "What's wrong?"

"You are too noisy!" I said coolly.

……

I passed through Milan more than 50 years ago, when it was still under Austrian rule. Milan became the capital of the short-lived Kingdom of Italy when Napoleon invaded France in 1796, and today it is once again part of the Lombard-Venetian Kingdom under Austrian rule.

But even after more than 50 years, it still seems that little has changed here, except for the few ornate statues of members of the royal family of the Lombard-Venetian kingdom that appear in the narrow streets.

The dry and hot summer in Milan is so dry that every inch of the skin needs to breathe.

In the center of the continuous time, only the Milan Episcopal Church standing in the center of Milan is still silently telling the poignant, graceful and misty end of the century.

Ige's hometown is a small village called Loopton on the outskirts of Milan.

After dusk in Loopton, the whole village seems to be shrouded in a thin layer of golden smoke, and the air is filled with the aroma of the local specialty thick Lombardy cheese.

The people here live very peacefully and peacefully, and the disputes in the outside world don't seem to have any impact on them.

After arriving in Milan, Iger has been very excited, but when he arrived in Loopton, he can only be described as excited.

Walking on the path in Loopton, looking at the houses on both sides filled with a strong atmosphere of life, Iger's excitement is beyond words.

"Look!" He pointed to a wall full of creepers on the side of the trail and said to me, "I fought with other boys here when I was a child, and I wrote on this wall. Are you here!"

He ran over excitedly and pushed away the creeper at the lower right corner of the wall.There were some inexplicable graffiti painted on it with black paint, and the words "1750. Yige, victory!" were written crookedly in Italian.

"Hahaha, look, it's still there!" He shook his head triumphantly, "That guy Phoebe always wanted to beat me at that time, but it won't work even if he challenges it hundreds of times, hahaha... ..."

I smiled and stroked his hair.I can already imagine the scene where the eight-year-old Ig and the little boy named Phoebe are fighting here. ,

But he immediately lowered his head, and said listlessly: "I don't know how Phoebe is now, I think he is probably no longer in this world, his body has not been in a very good condition..."

After so many years in the human world, I am used to the people around me getting old and disappearing in my life one by one.As a blood race, we are like grains of fine sand, forgotten in the endless gaps of life by the waves of time.

And for these, the young new blood Yige still can't get used to it.

Just as I was about to say something, the wooden door closest to us was opened, and a gray-haired old lady came out tremblingly with a cane.When she saw Yige, she stopped and stared at him blankly.

"...Father, father?!" she murmured.

Yige and I glanced at each other, and we both saw puzzlement in each other's eyes.

"Father! I'm Gemma!" The old lady wanted to walk to Yige's side, but she could only move slowly because of her inconvenient legs, so she shouted anxiously, "Father, I am Gemma, I... "The old voice trembled with excitement, but the words that he shouted in a hurry seemed to stop abruptly under some obstruction.

"Jema..." Yige repeated it softly, paused as if remembering something, and then there was a trace of sadness in his deep blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, young man, I mistook someone." The old lady smiled apologetically, with a touch of peace and relief on her old face, "You and my father looked alike when they were young, so I mistook someone. "

Yige also smiled, pretending not to care and said, "It's okay... Your father really looks like me?"

"Yes, it can be said that they are exactly the same." The old lady looked at me gently, "I really didn't expect that there would be such a similar person in this world, just like a new brother."

"Really?" Yige scratched his head in embarrassment, thought for a while, and said, "Then how is your father doing now?"

"He passed away 20 years ago, and he passed away peacefully," said the old lady.

"Really? That's really great." Iggy said with a smile, then lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.

The old lady liked Ig so much that she even wanted to invite us to her house, but we politely declined.

Until we walked a long way, when we turned around, we could still see the old lady standing in the setting sun and waving to us.The afterglow of the setting sun dragged her shadow for a long time, the light of the evening was thin, but it carried a sad power.

Along the way, Yige's mood seemed very sharp.He just buried his head and said nothing.

He didn't look up until we were out of Loopton.

"I used to have an older brother." He looked at the city of Milan in front of him that was about to completely sink into the night and said slowly, "He had a wife who loved him very much and a lovely daughter. She lived happily, but I I have never been able to understand why he is willing to be a farmer in this small village for the rest of his life."

After being silent for a while, he said again: "When I was 19 years old, I ignored his obstruction and insisted on going to the outside world. He gave me all his savings. At that time, his daughter had just learned to walk."

"The little girl's name is Little Gemma," I continued.

He glanced at me, then nodded.

I understood his thoughts, but I didn't know how to comfort him, so I reached out and hugged him, and patted his shoulder.

"When we leave Milan, I will take you back to Sabat." I said to him, "Maybe the only place that really suits us is the bloodland."

No matter how disagreeable, those people are destined to become only a small episode in our long life.Sooner or later, young Igg would understand that.

……

We settled down in Milan, and life slowly got back on track.

We live very close to the Episcopal Church in Milan, except for the deafening and disturbing bells that ring every day, everything seems relatively comfortable.

I still have to prepare a cup of fresh blood for Igger every morning, but fortunately there is a large Elan farm on the outskirts of Milan, and I don't have to make much effort except for overcoming drowsiness.

Iger's mood improved after a few days.He would still keep complaining about how bad the cow's blood was, and then drink up that cup of blood vaguely.

Time moves one frame at a time in our indifference.

I can see the saplings grow into big trees, and the young birds fly out of their nests, but I can't see even a trace of time leaving us.

A little sad and helpless, but I am used to it, I am used to waiting quietly in the long black clothes, but I don't know what I am waiting for.

Winter in Milan is rainy, and the gloomy sky seems to be filled with endless rain, which is sparse and splashes into the mud of passers-by on the streets where the Austrians' horseshoes tread, or turns into wild cats playing on the side of the road of puddles.

I don't like rainy days, and I can even say I'm afraid of them, because some gray memories are always wrapped in the endless sound of rain.

Whenever it rains, I always shut myself at home, looking at the hazy rain scene outside the window in a daze.

We were rarely visited, so when horses neighed at the door, I paid no attention.

There was a light knock on the door, but it was especially abrupt in the quiet room.Ig immediately ran to open the door, and I nestled on the sofa without moving.

The door was opened, and the sound of the rain that was isolated from the outside poured into the room, and the mist fell on my face with the breeze, and I moved a little uneasy.

"Who are you looking for?" Iggy asked in Italian.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Connell there?" A young male voice sounded at the door, speaking in standard Camarilla.The voice was familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

I looked up towards the door.The man's face could not be seen clearly against the light, only a tall young man could be known.

Ig couldn't understand Camarilla, so he turned and looked at me beggingly.

"Is Mr. Connell there, please? Chris. Connell," the man repeated.

"Francis, get out of the way! Kailo must be here, he can't be wrong!" Another female voice sounded from the carriage behind the man, and then a white figure jumped out of the carriage.

Hearing that voice, I finally remembered who they were.

It's Francis and Elizabeth.

They are coming.