Compared with Eunice's, Arrow's room has no sense of life. The four walls are covered with tall floor-to-ceiling bookcases, which are also densely packed with books. The overall tone of the house is dull and serious, with only a few lamps. The candlelight on the bronze lamp stand slightly eases the depressing atmosphere, and the most central place is a baroque desk with cumbersome carvings, which is full of thick documents.

Marcus's room is like a confinement room for prisoners, and Aro's is probably a scaled-down version of the Volturi Castle library, but his temperament is in perfect harmony with the thick and luxurious Baroque style, and the whole person It fits perfectly with this room, as if the designer thought the room was too monotonous and added a handsome but slightly gloomy early Greek-style human body sculpture.

Of course, the guards of Volturi Castle probably didn't expect that Marcus and Aro, two elders with such different styles of acting, both liked to talk to the portrait of the girl.

Ah Luo walked to the front of the portrait and raised his hand, as if he wanted to reach out to touch the canvas, but the gloved hand stopped in mid-air after all, then turned his head slightly, and said to Eunice: "In the past I always listen to Dmitry describe what you did, who you were with, whether you were happy, and whether you laughed often. I listened to his report every day and imagined you in my mind. I am sincerely grateful to the vampire Memory, otherwise I am really afraid that one day I will suddenly forget your face." He smiled, "But it's okay, I saw this painting later."

Eunice also raised her eyes to look at the painting. During the years she lived in Brooklyn, she actually didn’t like communicating with humans as much as she did in Florence. At that time, she was already tired of the lonely life that lasted for thousands of years, and she just wanted to have a good time. Take a rest and sleep, it would be even better if she could sleep until she died, so she knew no more than ten people on that street, the most familiar ones were the postman who brought her Robert's letter, and She ran around under the window and shouted about those children in the north who beat the crap out of the south.

She didn't know yet that someone really remembered her and even drew a portrait of her.

...Although this portrait has become a beautiful misunderstanding that has lasted for a hundred years.

Ah Luo looked at her and smiled, "Actually, Caius's drawing is pretty good."

Eunice looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Very realistic," Arrow said.

Eunice felt itchy.

Ah Luo smiled without speaking, lowered his head, gently held her hand, and led her to the bookshelf wall behind the desk. Eunice glanced casually, but first saw a row of "Eunice Stiles Anthology," she was slightly surprised, then looked up at the top row, which was in Italian.She simply fumbled for these books and walked to the other side, and found that this wall of bookshelves was full of "Eunice's Collected Works" in different languages ​​and versions.

Dmitry once said that Arrow bought various editions of her books and even learned every language in which her books were published.

She always felt that it was because the life of a vampire was so long that she could only pass the time by learning various languages.

But in fact, she also knows that even if there is endless time, those who don't care still don't care.

"Is it better than "Phaedo?" Ah Luo asked softly, standing behind her with folded arms.

Eunice looked back at him and said, "I'm no match for Plato."

"Naturally." Ah Luo was serious, "No one can compare to you."

He walked to the desk and moved a stack of documents aside. Following his movements, Eunice realized that there was a radio on his desk. I don’t know who bought this radio, probably in the seventies of last century. The style of the 80s, it seems that as long as you press the play button, you can release seven 80s songs, which is incompatible with this luxurious and classic room.

And Luo didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the radio, he just lowered his eyes, erected the antenna, and then started to tune the frequency, and Eunice suddenly had an ominous premonition at this time.

"Dear listeners, welcome to today's "Long Reader". Your goddess Eunice is still on vacation. I am the substitute anchor Dominic Bondarev."

Dominic's English with a Russian accent broke the silence in the room, and Eunice also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the substitute anchor Dominic could only recite "Fifty Shades of Grey".

"Given that I've had so many tweets today after I read Fifty Shades of Grey yesterday.

AD4

I hereby sincerely apologize for the criticism from Nisi fans, and said that in today's program, I will let everyone's auditory nerves go.Yes, I'm going to play a recording today, and whose recording is it, Eunice's of course. "

Eunice: "..."

Ah Luo smiled with interest.

After a burst of melodious piano sounds, Eunice heard the deep voice she said in a deliberately hoarse voice: "Dear listeners, I am Eunice, and today we are reading the works of Eunice Stiles." "3000 years ago", the summer of the Morea Peninsula was hot and windy, but on the day I got married, it blew a slightly sea-smelling wind..."

Eunice hastily stepped forward and turned off the radio.

Ah Luo stopped to look at her, his eyes full of interest, Eunice said: "You have watched so many times in various languages ​​and versions, there is no need to listen to radio programs."

"Your voice is beautiful."

"I'm standing right in front of you." Eunice snorted and lifted the old radio from Aro's desk. "Who bought it for you?"

"Alec's," Arrow said. "He liked human pop a few decades ago."

"So you snatched it here." In view of the black history of snatching paintings, Eunice said very calmly,

Ah Luo frowned slightly, and retorted: "Equivalent exchange, he doesn't like those antiques, so I gave him a machine that young people like now, called a computer."

Eunice: "...Actually, these two things are not equivalent."

She sighed and said, "Lend me this thing for a few nights first."

Ah Luo nodded, expressing that he didn't mind.

Eunice held the radio and held the doorknob. Just as she was about to leave, she heard Ah Luo say behind her: "I don't have a bed in the room, can I go to your place to rest?"

Eunice turned her head to look at him, and then looked at the documents stacked high on his desk: "You don't need to sleep, so hurry up and finish approving the documents you should approve."

Although Ah Luo was rejected, there was no look of disappointment on his face. Instead, he bent his eyes and smiled. He propped up his desk with one hand, and he stood without the appearance of a gentleman who is usually straight. He said : "Why didn't you write about that in your book?"

He asked abruptly, but Eunice knew he was talking about why she hadn't written the real cause of Didyme's death in her diary.

She has always attributed everything to her inability to be honest about her private diary, but when Ah Luo asked, she was stunned, then lowered her head and said, "I just want to record happy things."

Didymi's death was a sharp knife that cut off those happy memories, and she began to wander for 2000 years.

The smile on Ah Luo's face gradually subsided, and Eunice didn't want to talk about this topic with him again, she turned her head, opened the door, and walked out of Ah Luo's gloomy room.

She went back to her room and put the portable radio on the bedside table.

After nightfall, it began to rain heavily in Votra, and the raindrops slapped on the window sill, which also splashed water stains on the roses in the glass vase on the window sill. She got up and closed the wide open window to block the sound of the rain from the window glass , stared at Rose for a while, then walked to the edge of the bed and turned on the radio.

In Volturi Castle that night, apart from the sound of rain, there was also a girl singing the gentle voice of American country music to the strings of the guitar. Mobile phone, updated a new photo on my twitter and ins.

Under the orange light of the desk lamp, there is an old and rusty radio.

Eunice Styles: Occasionally nostalgic.

Just a few seconds later, she received likes and comments from fans. Among the voices of "Come back soon" and "I don't want to hear Dominic read "Fifty Shades of Grey" anymore", there was a girl named Ya The replies from Lectra fans were striking.

"Compared to the love story three years ago, I really like country music more!!!!"

Eunice smiled, and sure enough, she borrowed the radio and really saved the Volturi guards, as well as herself.

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