[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Mia heard these words intermittently with her ears pricked up. The corn kernels in her hand had been eaten up. Even so, a few white pigeons flew to the palm of her open hand that she forgot to retract, with her head twisted left and right. Stare at it for a while, or peck lightly.

The pain of being slightly pricked drew the attention of the lady who flew to the side and whispered. She shook her hand, and the white pigeons flew away in panic. They were chubby after being fed, and they looked happy when they flew .

But Mia hadn't paid attention to these interesting things that might attract her attention on weekdays. She turned her head sideways and leaned against Mrs. Zi's arm.

Mrs. Zi glanced at her lightly, stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms, and rubbed her cheek with her fingertips, very intimately.

It's not that Earl Lecter doesn't want a child, it's just that he doesn't want a child.Fortunately, the two children Robert brought back allowed them to make up for a lot of regrets, not to mention that Hannibal and Mia were well-behaved and quiet, and their personalities were very likable.

"That's all I can say to you," the lady fanned. The weather in spring is moody, and it seems to be raining again in Paris. The weather is gloomy and hot, "Goodbye, countess."

They may not know the earl's name, maybe they just came together by hearing the word earl, and shared their self-confessed and secret stories with them in advance, so as to get a certain reward, or as a knock on the door for a long-term relationship in the future post.

Mrs. Zi is not very interested in this so-called secret. It can be said that Mrs. Zi is not concerned about many things. Her leisure and elegance are different from most French women. Maybe it is because of the different direction of training or personal Madam Zi stood up, holding the little things she bought, and led Mia back to the house.

The house is Japanese-style, Hannibal went to school, Robert was very devoted to painting in the studio that Mrs. Zi arranged for him, and the room just facing the next door was arranged as a study, and Mia consciously went to the study Take her own books, she arranges the reading time by herself, neither Robert nor Mrs. Zi force her, children have their own ideas and they will not interfere.

The curtains were pulled open a gap, as if Billijit had pulled them open when tidying up. The curtains were too thick, and if they were all drawn up, the room would be too dark.

Mia didn't look out the window, but the bookshelf was placed next to the window. She ran to the bookshelf without looking away, quickly pulled out the book she wanted to read, and quietly left the window.

I am not afraid!

Mia, who was about to go out with the book, looked back at the curtains again, because she heard the knocking sound from outside the window.

She turned around with the book in her arms and was still ready to not read it. There were two more clear and clear windows smashing sounds outside. Thinking of what the lady said by the pool, Mia boldly walked over and opened it. curtain.

They are all human, so what are you afraid of!

The curtains on the opposite side seemed to be drawn suddenly, and Mia could still see the shaking of the curtains of the same color as in the room, and she returned to calm within a few seconds.

A few marks were smashed on the window. Mia opened the window and looked at the window. There was a pencil dropped there where there was nothing because it was clean. The lead had been broken, revealing a small empty hole.

Mia picked it up, closed the window again, and ran downstairs to complain.

At the same time, she was relieved that the child opposite was just a bear.

But it can't stop her heart to complain!These days, she was so scared that she didn't eat well!

Robert rubbed Mia's head. He didn't seem to want to trouble the next door because of this kind of thing. After all, they are new residents, and they may need help from each other in the future. It's not a good choice to get stuck at this time .

Madam Zi held the pencil and looked at it for a while, and she saw a line of writing, crooked as if carved with a knife—"Randall"

This is what children in school often do, because most of the pencils look the same and they can't tell which one they own, so they write their names on them to distinguish them.

Randall, this seems to be a boy's name. Madam Zi put away the pencil and turned to look at Robert, "The kid next door doesn't seem to be called Randall."

Robert held Mia in his arms to comfort him, while answering Mrs. Purple's question, "Greta, it's a girl... What's the problem, Shikibu?"

"I was out today, and a lady told me that there seems to be something wrong with Mr. Carrie's child..." Mrs. Zi handed over the pencil, "This pencil is written on Randall, except that their family can throw the pen over , other homes are too far away and impossible.”

Robert pondered for a while, "Perhaps Greta took the other children's pencils and threw them over. How about... If you have no objection, Shikibu, how about inviting their family over for dinner tonight? Just to find out Is there still a need for communication?"

Mia leaned over to look, she knew a lot of words, and Randall's name was naturally a no-brainer.

Hannibal came back late today, and his body was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Instead of hugging Mia, he first went to the room to take a shower and change a set of clothes.

"Ms. Raleigh asked me to stay and help him today," said Raleigh, the biology teacher who liked him very much. He was a little bald, and the remaining white hair stuck to the side of his head stubbornly. Cut half a barrel for him."

Robert patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, "Mr. Raleigh values ​​you very much. Is Hannibal ready to storm the field of biology?"

Hannibal's hands may have been washed for a long time, and his fingers were wrinkled and a little white.He poked Mia's round face, and answered Robert's question calmly, "I want to study medicine."

"Oh," Robert's eyes widened slightly, "it's a good thing, Hannibal."

"You know, there hasn't been a doctor in the Lecter family yet," Robert laughed, his eyes filled with tenderness, and he looked at Mrs. Purple, "isn't this a very good thing?"

Mrs. Zi also laughed, and echoed, "I think it's very good too."

Mia also nodded, "Hannibal is very powerful." In Mrs. Osman's manor, Hannibal had already started to see the human body structure that she couldn't understand, and now he was not surprised to hear what he said.

"By the way, is Mr. Carrie here?" Robert looked at Billijit who was standing aside, "I remember that it should be around this time when I invited them to dinner."

"Should be coming soon, Earl." Billijit heard a knock on the door as soon as she reached the door. She answered and opened the door respectfully. The girl in the lace dress, she looked like she was ten years old, her hair was not as long as Mia's, it was tied behind her head with a small clip, and there was a bronze petal clip on it.

Mrs. Anna looked very happy, "It is our honor to have dinner with you, this is my daughter, Greta."

The girl held up her skirt and saluted. Her legs seemed to be inherited from Mr. Carrie, and they were very slender.

During the period, Mr. Carrie's family showed good qualities, and Robert put his mind back. He didn't say anything about the pencil that he was planning to mention at the beginning, probably because he felt that the timing was not right.

After all, he is the host who invites people over for dinner, not like they deliberately demolish their stage.

"Thank you for your dinner, it's very delicious." Mr. Jiali appreciated it humorously, "I think you must come to the party on Saturday. We invited the surrounding residents to celebrate Greta's birthday. You are here It would be the best words...cute Mia will come first, right?"

Greta heard that she smiled at Mia, showing her white teeth.

Mia didn't want to answer the conversation, and didn't really want to go to Mr. Jiali's house. She was just about to speak when Madam Zi stood up and handed over the pencil, "Excuse me, do you know a boy named Randall?"

Mr. Jiali's expression changed. He turned his head to look at his wife, Mrs. Anna, but her expression did not change at all. Greta, who was standing beside her, withdrew her smile and stared at the toe of her shoe with a cold face.

She has grown up recently, and her shoes are not fitting well, making them uncomfortable to wear.Of course, she didn't show her discomfort, but now she directly expressed displeasure when she heard Randall's name.

"Please don't mention him," it was Greta who spoke, and her voice changed, looking like anger and disgust, "He's dead, sir."

Probably did not expect that his child would speak out directly in front of the neighbor who just arrived. Mr. Carrie blushed and turned green, but Mrs. Anna put her arm around Greta's shoulder and echoed, "That is a disobedient child, sorry, Monsieur Count, I don't want to mention him."

Robert was a little overwhelmed, Madam Zi handed over the pen, she seemed very comfortable with the situation, "This should be something from your home, it fell on the window sill on the second floor a few days ago."

Mr. Jiali took it and forced a smile, "I'm very sorry, we still have some things to deal with and we have to go back first, thank you for your hospitality."

He left in a hurry without saying anything about Saturday. Greta and her mother walked side by side, and when they went out, they looked back at Mia without any emotion.

Sleep well with Hannibal tonight...

After returning home, Greta threw the pencil that Mr. Carrie gave her on the ground. She looked very angry. She walked to the corner of her room and tore off the black cloth covering the mirror, frowning at the mirror. Looking into the mirror, he screamed, "I told you, Randall, don't come out and cause trouble!"

There was no response in the mirror, so Greta pressed her face against the mirror, staring straight at the empty place next to the bed in the mirror, "Did you hear that?"