[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

The pastisatrickything.Sometimesit'setchedinstone.Andothertimes,it'srenderedinsoftmemories.Butifyoumiddletoolongindeep, adarkthing, whoknowswhatmastersyou'llawaken the past is a trick of fate.Sometimes it is engraved on the rock, sometimes it circles in illusory memory.But if you have been stuck in the dark past for a long time, you can't expect what kind of beast will wake up.

Hannibal Lecter lives in an upscale northern neighborhood with beautiful parks and green spaces, away from the chaotic, drug-trafficking east and west of Baltimore.

It was already noon at this time, after Vespa had a satisfying French meal in the business district, he bought a lot of essential and non-essential items under the guidance of long-term meal tickets.

We have to believe in one thing - only those who are rich and handsome are qualified to be villains.

High-end department stores in the 50s were already equipped with personal delivery services. Of course, furniture such as beds and wardrobes will be installed by professionals at the same time, so Hannibal only needs to take her little blonde girl back to the house.

Baltimore is a peaceful harbor city with few citizens living there.

Driving north from the central business district of Charles, you don’t encounter the narrow streets and old crowded blocks that you saw on the way from the orphanage. Instead, it becomes open and well-equipped, with extremely convenient commercial, transportation, and entertainment facilities.

Hannibal easily turned the steering wheel and drove towards a smoother road.

When he lowered his face, he always revealed a dangerous and evil atmosphere beyond elegance. At this time, he was telling Vespa in a serious voice, "Don't go to the West End where St. John's Orphanage is located, and East Baltimore with anyone. No way, there will be danger for you."

The West Side of Baltimore may be the worst law and order area in the United States. This area is a transit point for the drug trade in the United States. There are quite a lot of gangsters gathered here, and armed fights occur at every turn.

As Baltimore East is an old city, there are also many unrest factors, such as some riots and demonstrations, and more than one violent conflict with the police.

Of course, this does not mean that the law and order in Baltimore is poor.

For example, the high-end residential area in northern Baltimore may also be listed as the safest area in the United States, so Hannibal decided to choose Vespa's entrance campus as the Baltimore Quaker School in this area.

During lunch, Vespa seriously proposed to him that he should enroll in school as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow.

Of course, when this fair and tender little face puts on a serious expression, it just makes people laugh.

Hannibal had already parked the German car outside a school that looked particularly dignified, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the scar on his cheek made Vespa especially want to poke him.

"How about checking out the new school before heading home?"

The handsome young gentleman added, "Of course, if you don't like it we'll change."

Vespa looked at the vast and historic campus outside the window, and said to Hannibal, "It looks pretty good here."

"If you like it, you can be considered good." Hannibal Lecter pulled out the car keys, hugged the little blonde girl into his arms, and then entered all these prestigious schools with a history of nearly 200 years.

In addition to the elementary, middle, and high school buildings, Baltimore Quaker School has a very comprehensive range of facilities, including music classrooms, dance studios, gymnasiums, gymnasiums, wrestling rooms, tennis courts, and five full sports fields.

This twelve-year Quaker school is well-known throughout the United States.

Although it has entered the Christmas holiday, the person in charge of elementary school admissions is still waiting outside the office. She is very enthusiastic about Hannibal. One of the alumni, the state senator Mr. Brudes, specifically called the school Ask about admission, and Baltimore Quaker School certainly won't say no.

Even though the entry age was set at six years old, Vespa Lind was only five years old at this time.

The person in charge was Linda Jones, a career woman in her mid-thirties with beautiful brown hair that Vespa was envious of.

It can be seen that she likes Vespa very much. After all, except for some exceptions, no one would dislike a surprisingly beautiful and delicate blonde girl.

"Baltimore Quaker School promotes truth, equality, and the use of peaceful means to resolve conflicts. The campus has always maintained an atmosphere of tolerance, respect, and support for others," Linda Jones smiled appropriately at Hannibal Lecter, "If you consider Vespa's future studies, the school has a more favorable environment. In recent years, the average SAT score of the school has been higher than the national average by more than 400 points. Every year, 16% of graduates are awarded in the National Honor Scholar Prize Excellent results, including Harvard, Yale, University of Pennsylvania, Princeton and other prestigious schools, the enrollment rate is 22%.”

At this moment in 1953, there is no Ivy League, otherwise Ms. Jones would probably explain the climbing rate to the five-year-old Vespa in detail.

Vespa blinked, Americans really consider going to prestigious schools and entering Wall Street to reach the pinnacle of life as soon as they are born...

Hannibal seemed to be personable and elegant and polite at all times. He looked at the little girl with cascading golden curly hair and touched the top of her head, "Do you like it here?"

Vespa nodded seriously, "The tennis court is beautiful."

Ms. Jones who just introduced a bunch of school mottos, academic atmosphere, SAT, honor competition, and enrollment rate in prestigious schools: ...she is a bit square.

Hannibal smiled indulgently, and nodded gracefully to the lady in charge, "After the Christmas holiday, I will come to handle Vespa's enrollment file."

Before being led away by Hannibal, Vespa did not forget to say hello to Ms. Jones, and said sincerely by the way, "Your brown hair is so charming, ma'am."

Hannibal frowned slightly at the sincere affection for Ms. Jones in her voice, but he quickly suppressed the vague dissatisfaction in his heart.

Ms. Jones was overjoyed. After all, who would be unhappy to receive a heartfelt compliment from a five-year-old girl, "You will meet your best friend and partner in your life at this school, Vesper."

Vespa shook the hand of the handsome young gentleman, and said in a childish voice, "I have already met, it is Hannibal."

The young Mr. Lecter raised his eyebrows and bent down to press a kiss on the back of her hand, "My pleasure, Miss Linde."

Ms. Jones felt that this must be the cutest pair of siblings she had ever met. Of course, what she didn't know was that one was a high-functioning sociopath and the other was an emotional liar.

After leaving the school, it took about 10 minutes to drive to Hannibal's residence. This is a very beautiful single-family villa, showing an elegant taste of life. The courtyard of the villa is extremely exquisite and gorgeous by him. , The carved black iron door was tightly closed at this moment.

Hannibal Lecter pushed open the carved iron gate for her. Vespa smelled a strong fragrance when she approached the courtyard. She looked up and saw the light blue-purple flowers reflected on the bright green compound leaves. Has a wonderfully beautiful taste.

"It's blue flower dandelion," Hannibal broke one for her. The spreading flowers are very beautiful and delicate. "You can put it in the crystal vase in the dining room."

Vespa took it and held it in his hand, and then took his hand, with a slightly lethargic expression, "I want to take a nap."

That's right, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps, naps.

Hannibal picked her up and walked towards the door, and Vesper leaned her head on his body, and she felt her eyes became heavy.

"Crack-"

With the sound of turning a key, Vespa has already entered the house in her "exclusive car". Everything here is neat and beautifully furnished, but it doesn't look too extravagant at all. It only makes people feel that the owner is outstanding. taste.

The villa as a whole has an elegant dark green tone. The most impressive thing is the office area on the second floor. The extremely large bookcases are filled with books, standing around them, with an indescribably powerful momentum.

The light blue sofa is in a beautiful retro baroque style, but Hannibal didn't stop there, but entered the bedroom with the little blond girl in his arms acting coquettishly.

The bed selected in the mall after lunch needs to be delivered in the afternoon, and the guest room has not been cleaned recently. His bedroom is the only choice for Vespa to take a nap.

Her small body was sunken into the big bed, her pink and tender face was fair and delicate, and her blond curly hair shone thinly in the sun, she looked like a little angel on a mural painted by the Holy See.

Hannibal poked her cheek lightly with his fingers, just as he thought, it was softer than cotton candy.

The too harsh sunlight in the afternoon seemed to make her sleep a little uneasy. Hannibal got up and closed the red and white floor-to-ceiling curtains for her. The slightly dim light seemed private and safe, which could make her sleep more sweetly.

Hannibal didn't have the habit of taking a nap, but he was worried about the nightmare that Vespa had brought up in the orphanage, so he half-lyed on the recliner by the French window and took a short rest.

But soon, he heard the little girl's slightly choked voice in the air, "...papa...maman...Lena."

Vespa wallowed in a nightmare.

The scene in front of her is France in the 50s, and she is stuck in the back of a car.

The blood-drenched people in the driver's and co-pilot's seats were clearly her parents, but they were dressed like Parisians living in the 50s.

She looked to the side, and was forced to cry almost instantly. It was her twin sister, Lena. Her short blonde hair seemed to have lost all its luster, and was stained black by blood in the darkness, "Lena, Li Na."

She desperately stretched out her arms to touch Lina, but was stuck in the corner by the pushed and deformed car, unable to move an inch.

She choked up and forced herself to recognize that this was not her parents and Lena, they were French who were half a century away from her, but the same face and scene of death nearly made her collapse.

Vespa cried bitterly, she couldn't bear the repetition of the tragedy, and it was herself who made her wish to die every minute and every second.

"papa—"

"maman—"

Why let her survive alone.

"Lena—"

That is her favorite sister, they were born together, why can't they die together.

"Vespa—"

She heard an anxious and soft calling, but Vespa didn't respond at all, just desperately trying to hold her sister Lina's hand.

"Vespa—"

She felt as if someone was hugging her body, a strong and warm embrace.

"Vespa—"

She saw herself getting away from the car, and all the scenes in front of her collapsed and dissipated in an instant, leaving only a soft and low voice in her ear, "Vespa, look at me."

The little blond girl finally opened her eyes. Her supposedly clear and charming green eyes were now filled with mist, the eye sockets were red, and the long and curly eyelashes became wet, like a pitiful rabbit.

Hannibal held her in his arms, and the lines of his thin and straight face seemed to soften a lot, "Don't worry, I'm here."

The little blond girl lowered her head, sobbing pitifully, her voice was very low, but it was extremely distressing.

Hannibal recalled the scene when his mother coaxed Misha to sleep when he was young, put her on the bed, then lay on his side, gently hugged the little blonde girl in his arms, and patted her back comfortingly. back.

Vespa grabbed his shirt with his fingers and flung it into Hannibal's arms in a soft ball. His shirt was wetted almost instantly with tears. The little girl's voice was soft and aggrieved, "Hannibal..."

The handsome young man hugged her to comfort her, as if he was the one who lost all his family back then, as if he could help Vespa out of the psychological shadow and get out of his years of nightmares.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms. Vespa's beautiful green eyes were full of water, and he was biting his lips to keep from whimpering.

Hannibal rubbed her cheek with his fingers, "Vespa, I'm here with you."

The little girl buried her soft face into his neck again and rubbed against him aggrievedly, and said in a muffled voice, "...always?"

Hannibal put his palm on Vespa's cheek, and gently used some strength to make her raise her head. The green eyes of the blond girl are still misty, and they are extremely soft-hearted puppyeyes.

His voice was deep and seductive, with a lazy but dangerous French tone, "If you wish, it is forever."