[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

Marcus didn't like summer very much. Growing up, he would always get whipped during the summer conscription season because he didn't want to join the army.His father, who was a general, was always flushed red by his anger, then tied him to a stool, raised his whip high, and slapped him hard.

He just lay on the stool, biting his lip, enduring the burning pains on his back one after another, without saying a word.

His father is not merciful, the pain is really painful, but his innate stubborn character makes him prefer to pass out in pain, and he is unwilling to make a sound, because he knows that as long as he snorts, he will cry out. Compromise is not far away.And as long as he was so painful that he passed out, his soft-hearted mother would immediately rush up to stop his father and end the torture.

However, in the early summer of the year when he was 16, before he was beaten like in previous years, his parents were burned to ashes by a fire.

The fire was warm and colorful, and from then on, he became an orphan without father or mother.

He watched the fire burn out, then took his father's whip and walked into the barracks.

Later, many years later, he became the murderous war machine that he once despised, and participated in a very famous battle in later generations, guarding a precipitous checkpoint with hundreds of Spartan soldiers.

It was another summer, wearing a helmet, it was like being stuffed into a high-temperature steamer. Sweat was continuously drilled from the pores, and then covered every corner of the body, but everyone had no time to complain about the high temperature. They all clutched their shields and spears, the guarantees of their honor and their lives.

But everyone knows that even a powerful Spartan warrior, when hundreds of people face the enemy's tens of thousands, the result is obvious.

Marcus knew his fate after this battle, but he didn't feel flustered about it. After intense battles, besides burying his dead comrades on the spot, he would It's sitting on the beach, watching the tide constantly washing the reefs under the cliff.

The king of Sparta was located on the plain of Laconia, where there was no sea.

There is a boy who has just turned 16 in this team. His mother is from Corinth, and he has heard his mother tell about the beautiful scenery of Corinth Bay since he was a child. However, he joined the army when he was very young. As a soldier, everything about himself So it belongs to the country completely, so I can't follow my mother to the rich city-state by the sea to have a look.

"I didn't expect to see the sea for the first time at this time." The boy sat next to Marcus, put the spear on his knees, and took off his helmet, revealing a blood-stained but still a little immature s face.He turned his face, looked at Marcus, and said with a smile, "General, if I can't go back to this battle, can you please tell my mother that I finally saw the sea, maybe not as good as The Gulf of Corinth is so beautiful, but at least you can hear the sound of the tide and the chirping of seagulls."

Marcus glanced at him sideways, and said flatly, "None of us can go back."

The boy froze for a moment.

At this time, a stern voice came: "Marcus, how can you say that."

As soon as the boy heard the voice, he immediately stood up, bowed his head to the person standing behind them, and shouted stammeringly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Marcus turned his head and was looking into Leonette's eyes. He paused, and just about to stand up, Leonette's hand was already on his shoulder, pushing him back .

"It's rare to have free time, and it's good to look at the sea." Leonit said as he hugged the young soldier, patted him on the shoulder, walked to Marcus, and sat on the floor.

The young soldier stood behind him, his face was flushed, and he didn't even know where to put his hands. Leonit turned to look at him. Although there was still no superfluous expression on his face, his voice was unusually soft. Said: "Sit down too, let's look at the sea."

The boy looked at Marcus, then at Leonit, and then carefully sat down beside Leonit.

When Leonit was still the prince of Sparta, he was already extremely prestigious in the city of Sparta. It can be said that he was the figure that all young warriors dreamed of since childhood.And now Leonite, who has become the king of Sparta, is also among the hundreds of warriors who are destined to be buried here.

Although Marcus hated war and the Spartan-style iron-blooded education since he was a child, he still admires Leonit very much, not to mention that he has been in the army for so many years, more or less, he still has some camaraderie. He knew that although Leonette looked fierce and violent, he was soft in heart, just like himself, who looked gentle and gentle, but was the most stubborn.

At this moment, he was not in the mood to talk to others, but he could bear his temper and listened to the disgusted and kind king asking the young man in the voice of issuing military orders: "Your mother is from Corinth?"

The boy blinked and nodded.

"Collinth..." Leonette's voice carried a little nostalgia, "That's a good place."

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Have you been to Corinth, Your Majesty?"

Leonit was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't been there, I heard from others."

The boy was about to ask who he was listening to when Marcus turned his head to look at him. He was captured by Marcus' eyes and shrank back. Leonit seemed not to notice that the two of them were at this moment. Eye contact, still say: "I heard that there is the most delicious wine, and the most beautiful bay, the men can play the lyre, all the women can sing and dance well, it is a completely Spartan A different place."

The boy glanced at Marcus quietly, then nodded vigorously at Leonit.

Marcus lowered his eyes: "You haven't been there, nodding."

The boy sniffed, then retracted again.

Leonit said: "Marcus, you are usually the most gentle, why are you so irritable today."

"You don't need to miss your hometown at this time." Marcus reached out and grasped the soil around him. He held it tightly, and the finely divided soil overflowed from between his fingers. "Missing will only make people depressed."

Leonit reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Look at how you miss, just think about the family and friends behind you, and your hometown is the driving force for you to fight desperately."

Marcus smiled, let go of the handful of soil in his hand, and looked forward. It was almost dusk, and there was only half an orange setting sun on the sea level, reflecting the deep blue water. Layers of gold.

The boy began to sing a song. Sparta did not have such a soft and melodious tune. It was probably a song from his mother's hometown. This reminded Marcus that he had also seen a woman from Corinth in Sparta. , she is different from any Spartan woman, she is wearing a linen Dorian Heaton, every fold is folded delicately and exquisitely, and there is a graceful and soft body curve in the long dress, she will Laugh, the laughter is crisp, like a bird in the woods outside the city in summer.

Corinthian ballads and women are like this, making people feel comfortable from the inside out just by looking at it.

Marcus turned his head and glanced at Leonit. Leonit listened to the song hummed by the young man, squinted his eyes, and watched the sunset gradually sinking into the sea in the distance, as if feeling his sight , Said: "Marcus, do you have someone who has passed through many years and still can't forget."

Marcus paused and said, "My parents."

Leonette took off his helmet, revealing his gray hair whose original color could not be seen clearly. He turned his head and looked at Marcus. His eyes were still as blue as the shallow water of the Gulf of Corinth.

"Do you remember her?" he asked.

Marcus was stunned for a moment, he probably guessed who Leonit was asking.

The Corinthian woman came to Sparta in a hot summer, like a flower that only bloomed for a short year, and withered quickly in another summer.

But she still flourished in Leonette's heart, despite the years that had passed.

After Leonit asked that sentence, his eyes were blank for a while, and then he supported his forehead. The young man thought that his head was uncomfortable, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, he waved his hand, and then raised his hand again. At this time, he is the king of Sparta, Leonite.

Marcus wanted to ask him if he had anything to say, but the thought only existed for a few seconds before he was thrown aside again.

The king of Sparta should not have those chaotic thoughts, he should be like a spear, invincible, and a shield, invulnerable.

King of Sparta, it should be...

The most powerful war machine.

Even if they are destined to be buried in this narrow pass.

Holding the spear in one hand and the helmet in the other, Leonit stood up. The last rays of the setting sun poured on his cheeks and on his chest, outlining the toughest outline of this man.

"I remember her," he said suddenly. "I will never forget her."

Marcus looked up at him.

"Marcus, if I can't go back to this battle, please, tell her for me, I hope she is happy..." He paused, then shook his head again, "Forget it, don't say gone."

Marcus wanted to say that the woman he was thinking about was already dead, but he couldn't say it.

"Okay." He replied, and then laughed again.

Probably, as Leonit said, only when you have something in your heart can you move forward.

……

"Then why didn't you tell Sister Eunice?"

Didemi leaned in Marcus's arms, and after listening to him describe the tender moment before the tragic battle that happened more than 1000 years ago, she raised her head and looked at Marcus with wide eyes.

Marcus stroked her hair lightly and said with a smile: "Not long after I became a vampire, I met Eunice and Arlo, and I was briefly shocked that Princess Eunice was still alive." Afterwards, he understood what Leonette said, he already knew that Eunice was not dead, but he no longer wanted to appear in her life, even if he was only mentioned by name."

"Does he... regret it?"

"No, I just don't want Eunice to be hurt a second time," Marcus said.

Didymi nodded and buried herself in Marcus's arms again: "This story is not good, Marcus, it makes people feel too sad. I never thought that my sister would look so happy every day. It turns out that carry so much."

"Everyone is like this." Marcus said softly, he lowered his eyes slightly, "But, there will always be salvation."

……

"Why didn't you let me tell her in the end?"

Leonit put the helmet back on his head, weighed the heavy spear in his hand, thought for a while, turned his head, looked at Marcus, and said, "She will always meet her redemption, but I..." He paused, turned around, leaving only a tall figure behind Marcus, "The pain of the past, let it pass forever."

The author has something to say: Marcus extra...

Although it is an extra episode of Marcus, it feels more like an extra episode of my ex-husband=l=