[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God

Everyone uses different methods to deal with stress. ——Some people choose to exercise, some people choose to talk to others, some people choose to throw things, some people choose to cry...

And Edmund chose the simplest and quietest method. --sleep.

From the time he went upstairs and occupied Edward's sofa, he slept until the vampires at home returned from hunting.

Emmett bet the boy would have starved himself to death if Esme hadn't been so determined to wake him up for dinner.

"Honey, you've never slept that long before...is there something wrong?" Esme looked worriedly at the still sleepy-eyed boy.

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just feel sleepy." Edmund blinked innocently, and put the last piece of fried egg into his mouth, "Maybe it's because I went too far with my previous review."

"It may also be due to some terrible chronic disease, my dear little brother." Edward appeared out of nowhere, "let Carlisle look at it for you when he comes back."

"...No." Edmund reflexively rejected him. "I'm not sick."

"It's not up to you." Edward frowned slightly. —Damn it, he couldn't hear the boy's thoughts again.

"Okay!—I'll show Carlisle when he gets back. But I'm sleepy right now.—Good night, Esme, Edward." The boy yawned, and started for the stairs. .

"Go and see him, Edward." Esme called her son's name worriedly in her heart.

Edward glanced at Esme, motioned her not to worry, and immediately followed Edmund to the second floor.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to sleep?" Edward looked strangely at the boy who stopped at the corner of the second floor, as if he was thinking about something.

"I still want to go to sleep with you." The boy said firmly, "I don't want to climb the third floor."

"There's only one couch at my place, I'd better go to Carlisle's—"

"you dislike me?"

"...Ed." The vampire brother sighed helplessly, "You know I don't have one."

"Thank you." The boy smiled, turned and opened the door of Edward's room, and quickly got into the blanket.

"Tell me what you think." Edward chased after him and sat down on the rug beside the sofa. "Emmett told me you've been weird since you left school.—what happened?"

"Oh...it's hard to describe."

"I'm all ears."

"Actually... I just wanted to become a goldfish all of a sudden. But in the end I found that I couldn't do it.——When I think about it, I feel uncomfortable...I can't help it, I can only wait until the next life." The boy threw out this sentence and never He refused to speak.

Edward looked at the back of the boy's head, and couldn't help feeling a deep sense of frustration.

"...Well, maybe we can talk tomorrow morning." The conscientious vampire brother stretched out his hand to tidy up the blankets that had fallen on the floor, "Good night, Ed."

"Good night."

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Maybe it was because he slept for too long during the day, but at night when he was supposed to rest, the boy couldn't fall asleep instead. ——After turning over several times but still not feeling sleepy, Edmund jumped off the sofa and sat in front of the huge French windows with a blanket in his arms.

Snowflakes fell from the night sky one after another, being blown back and forth by the cold north wind from time to time.

Edmund liked snow very much.

White, light snowflakes always cheered his mood. ——They always remind him of the time when he "doing things without thinking".

He used to believe in the existence of Santa Claus just like ordinary children. ——Because every Christmas, he will receive a mysterious gift hidden in the stocking.

He asked the children in the orphanage, but the results were unexpected. — only he will receive that gift in a stocking.

So the boy who didn't know what it means to be low-key took his presents to show off everywhere. ——Only he received a gift from Santa Claus, so he is a good boy!

Then he was decisively rejected by those envious and jealous children.

"You're not a good boy!—Peter is much more sensible than you!"

That's what they all answered him.

So the boy who got hit decided to pretend to sleep on Christmas Eve so that he could stop Santa Claus and ask him if he was the best boy.

Of course, he saw his elder brother Peter tiptoely stuffing a palm-sized iron box into his sock by the chimney.

For Christmas that year, he got a little bunny made of jelly beans, willow leaves and white snow. ——Since then, he has abandoned Santa Claus and fell in love with snow instead.

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A gust of cold wind blows.

The sudden drop in temperature around made the boy shiver. —he realized that he had opened the window.

A few white snowflakes swirled into the house and landed on the white floor.

It's like an invitation.

Edmund wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, then leaned out of the window and squatted on the platform with bare feet, stretching out his fingers to poke the thick snow that fell around him.

In the next second, he was hugged by someone's waist.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were gently pushed back.

"Standing outside barefoot, huh?"

"I'm not cold."

"Be careful of catching a cold."

"Will not."

"Blankets let in the air."

"It's ok."

"Why don't you go to bed?"

"Edward's here is fine. —Oh, by the way, the report card is in the living room, you can go and see it."

Carlisle looked at the expressionless boy in his arms, seeming a little surprised. ——He knew that leaving without explaining anything might make the boy feel annoyed, but he didn't expect the other party to be so indifferent to him.Edmund didn't even intend to go to his room now.

You know, Carlisle's room is the only place in the whole house where there is a bed.

"Ed—"

"I'm tired... Good night, Carlisle."

The vengeful boy never gave Carlisle a chance to explain. ——He closed his eyes immediately after dropping that sentence, covered his head tightly with a blanket, and then leaned on the latter's shoulder.

If Carlisle dares to disturb his "sleep", he will pounce on him and shave his hair with scissors! ——No way, vampires only have hair, which is as fragile as humans.

"I'm only wasting your time a little.—You need to hear me explain."

"Good night, my dear Dr. Cullen."

Edmund snorted and refused to speak again.

Carlisle was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"Good night, Ed."

The author has something to say: this is an update~~~

Suddenly found that my winter vacation is only 7 days away, so sad! ! !Help why my vacation is so short! ! !