[Comprehensive]Dear Lester

pain?Yes, vampires also have emotions, and the eternal life span makes us feel these emotions more deeply.When you are a human being, after all, your lifespan is limited, so you have experienced a lot of human affairs in your life, and you should force yourself to give up what should be discarded without hesitation.At that time, time was meaningless, and those that could not be discarded could only be fermented with the passage of time.Day by day, I got used to delicate feelings.

But as Lester said, in addition to sunlight, in addition to the blood of dead things, negative emotions can also lead to our destruction.Or sleep forever, or die by suicide.Thinking of sleeping for so many years, I felt a pang of fear in my heart.If this deep sleep lasts for hundreds of years, even decades, then I cannot bear it.Isn't what I'm waiting for and what I'm looking forward to is reuniting with my family in the future?I can imagine how hard it would be for my parents if I disappeared for no apparent reason.So ah, God gave me a chance, I can't miss it.

I looked at Lester sitting on the edge of the bed, at his blond hair combed neatly back under the light, at his big eyes covered by long eyelashes, and at the corners of his mouth slightly pursed and slightly wide My heart seemed to be hit by something, thinking of the reunion in Wen County, and thinking of the years of perseverance - we often hear the phrase "cherish the people in front of me", but after traveling, I Only then did I realize that I didn't value the time spent with my family enough.So I desperately chased and waited.However, it was precisely these many years that I made the same mistake again... I ignored the person in front of me, no matter what he gave me, friendship?love?I ignored them all.

"Lester..." I reached out and touched his lips, watching him shrink back slightly, "Thank you."

He raised his eyebrows suddenly, and then quickly put my index finger, which had not been retracted, into his mouth. His wet and slippery tongue twirled on my finger, and his sharp fangs caressed gently on the finger surface.He held my wrist, getting closer and closer, until the whole person sat on the bed, then he stretched out his arms and hugged me: "Hmm... gray rabbit... are you hungry?"

His hint was obvious, and he didn't forget to rub against my lower abdomen.I quickly withdrew my hand, thinking that this fellow had misunderstood again!I don't have that thought now, I'm really hungry!Wiping all the saliva from my fingers onto his clothes, I snorted softly, "It's so dirty. Lester, you are so annoying."

He laughed, with some lust in his eyes, but more joy.His joy is so obvious, I can even imagine how helpless and sad he must be in the face of the lifeless me.After drinking some blood on the bed, he took me to the bathroom to take a shower, and then returned to the bed after washing.But this time I didn't reject him anymore. While responding to his enthusiasm, I was baptized physically and mentally.

The next day, we received invitations from the Lecter family.It turns out that during the many years I slept, Lester and Marquis Lecter became friends.With Leicester's insight and his innate aristocratic temperament, I am not surprised to be friends with Marquis Lecter.He drew my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil with great interest, and said to me: "My mother, like the Marchioness of Lecter, was born in an Italian nobleman."

"...Well." I didn't know how to answer the question. I guessed that Lester was a certain nobleman in France a long time ago. Lester mentioned that his family suffered in the French Revolution, so he must be from the old times French nobility.That must be the past that he doesn't want to mention anymore, so he didn't talk about it, and I didn't ask about it.Now he suddenly mentioned his mother, and I thought of old M. de Leoncourt.Most likely, his mother died earlier than the old man.

"Maybe you will meet in the future." Lester put down the eyebrow pencil, "Well, it's very beautiful."

I was taken aback when I heard that, and asked, "Will we meet later?"

Lester stared at me and told me briefly about his mother, Gabriel.Only then did I know that when Mrs. de Leoncourt was seriously ill, Lester transformed her!He put a kiss on my forehead: "How about wearing that goose yellow cheongsam?"

"Well. Good." I put aside Mrs. de Leoncourt's matter, got up to change clothes, but saw Lester standing where he was, looking at me with a smile.I was suddenly a little embarrassed, and stepped forward to push him out: "I want to change clothes, get out quickly."

"What a shy little gray rabbit!" Lester spread his hands helplessly, "...I just want to see how you wear the cheongsam."

Who would believe it!He doesn't know how many times he has taken off my cheongsam, how can he not know how to wear it? !It was a clear choice for me not to let him stay in the room, otherwise I don't know if I can make it in time for the Lecter family banquet.

It was already very cold in Lithuania in October, and I wore a mink shawl over the cheongsam.When I showed up at Fort Rector with Leicester in a neat suit and a black tie, the Marchioness welcomed us warmly and said to me: "I always heard Mr. de Leoncourt mentioning Ma'am, I finally got the chance to meet you today, how is Mrs. de Leoncourt's health?"

I was stunned by the title of "Madame de Leoncourt" by the Marchioness, but it made her misunderstand that I was not complete.She patted my hand pityingly, and said to Lester, "Don't worry, Monsieur de Leoncourt, I'll take care of your wife." Then she said to me, "Oh, you Haven't seen my kids yet? Hannibal and Misha would love to see you."

"Then trouble the Marquis to take care of Bonnie." Lester thanked the Marquis with the etiquette of the nobles in the old days. The Marquis immediately returned the salute, and then said with a smile: "Your husband and wife are really loving each other."

I blushed a little, seeing that Lester accepted it with peace of mind, so I had to temporarily suppress the words that almost blurted out.

I have been with Leicester for so long, and I have also been fascinated by their etiquette. I did the same etiquette with them before leaving with the Marchioness.Because I recognized the Marchioness's Italian accent, I simply talked to her in Italian.Of course, this is thanks to my 30 years of staying in Italy. During that time, I learned Italian and communicated fluently.The Marchioness was very pleasantly surprised. She said, "Bonnie, can I call you that too? This should be Mr. de Leoncourt's nickname for his wife, right?"

I hurriedly said, "No, Bonnie...is my English name. If the Marquise doesn't mind calling me that."

With a gentle smile all the time, she said, "Okay, Bonnie. Listening to Bonnie speak Italian makes me miss my hometown again."

"I'm sorry, Marchioness..."

"Please continue to speak Italian. I feel very familiar when I hear my mother tongue, which is very good." The Marchioness took my hand and sat on the table, "Bonnie's dress is really beautiful, I have never seen it before. This is your hometown traditional clothes?"

"Ah, yes, Marquise. It's called Qipao. But our traditional dress is Hanfu..."

Probably because women are very interested in clothing, and our next topic will always be around clothing.If it weren't for the two little glutinous rice dumplings running to the Marquise, maybe we could continue talking.

"Bonnie, this is my child, Hannibal Lecter, six years old this year. This is Misha... well, my baby girl." She took Misha into her arms and said to her, " Misha, tell Madame de Leoncourt how old you are."

My attention was immediately attracted by this little dough ball, watching her stretch out her chubby fingers, blinking her big watery eyes, and said: "...Mom..."

"How old is Misha?" the Marquise couldn't laugh or cry.

Misha looks to be only one or two years old, just learning to speak, no matter what the Marchioness asks, she can only say "Mom".My heart softened when I saw it, and I smiled and said, "Marquise, your child is so cute."

I looked at the little boy standing beside me again.It's just that the little boy doesn't seem to be as easy to get close to as Misha, and there is an inherent alienation all over his body.At this time, the Marchioness asked me: "Bonnie, do you want to hug Misha?"

"Can I?" I was suddenly at a loss, I have never hugged such a small child, soft and small.

"Of course, my dear." The Marchioness handed Misha to me. Misha was not afraid of strangers. She looked at me curiously, and then stretched out her two chubby little arms to me.I took it carefully, and suddenly my whole body became a little stiff—much softer than I imagined!Am I really not going to hit her?The Marquise was teasing Misha: "Misha~Misha~Who is Misha?"

Probably because my body was too stiff and cold, Misha giggled in my arms for a while, then stretched out her hand to the Marchioness, calling: "...Mom...Mom..."

"Oh, this child." The Marchioness hugged Misha back helplessly, and said to me: "Bonnie, you are so young, you must have no children with Mr. de Leoncourt, right?"

I smiled and shook my head, teasing Misha just like her.

We started chatting, little Hannibal probably felt a little bored, looked at Misha several times, and after confirming that Misha would rather stay in his mother's arms, he told the Marchioness that he was going to the yard.Although this little boy was very wary of strangers, his noble background allowed him to receive excellent edification and good education, which made him greet me politely after obtaining the consent of the Marquise.Misha sat in her mother's arms, looking at this and that, and finally pointed to little Hannibal's back, calling: "...Mom...Hannibal...Hannibal..."

The Marquise and I looked at each other with a smile, and said with emotion: "Madam, your two children are so cute."

"Oh, yes. They are the best gift the Lord has given me." The Marquis kissed Misha on the cheek, "The war is almost over, and everything will be fine."

"Ah."

As the Marchioness said, the war is coming to an end.But we are still in the middle of the war, so the so-called banquet is just a gathering of a few acquaintances.The simple banquet ended in a few hours, and when I said goodbye to the Marchioness, Misha was already asleep in her arms.The Marquis called a maid to take away Misha who was spitting out milk bubbles, and then Marquis Lecter sent us away.

Later, Lester and I went to the city to buy chicks, built a chicken coop with a fence in the backyard, and kept them in it.After all, the weather is getting colder and colder, and there are not many wild animals that can be caught.Of course, these animals are mainly for my food.Leicester needs a lot more sources of blood than before. After all, the war is still going on, and there are many soldiers around here.In this way, for the time being, none of us mentioned leaving. He bought a few more horses, and rode them in the pasture at home when he had nothing to do. Once Hannibal took Misha to play outside the castle and met Leon. Lester was riding a horse. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were glued to the horse, Lester's body.

I simply carried Misha to the yard to have some snacks, and watched little Hannibal and Lester practice horseback riding.

"...Hannibal!" Misha pointed at the pony, waving her hands excitedly.I smiled and wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, and said, "Horse."

"...Hannibal..."

"Hannibal is riding, that's 'horse.'"

"……horse……"

Misha looked at me, then at the pony, "The horse..."

"Misha is so smart." I picked her up and walked towards Lester and Hannibal.Little Hannibal had already mounted the pony, with a rare expression of genuine joy on his face.He turned to Misha and said, "Misha! Look, I'm riding a horse!"

Lester at the side suddenly carried Misha and me onto the big horse, and then stepped onto the horse's back at once. He hugged us in his arms and raised his eyebrows at Hannibal: "Little Mr. Lecter, you have to follow closely!" Already!"

It was rare that Lester was so interested in playing with the children, and Misha was not only not afraid in my arms, but also giggled happily.I couldn't help showing a little smile, and then looked at the stubborn Hannibal.He said loudly: "Mr. de Leoncourt, I don't need you to worry about it, but you have to take care of the women in your arms."

Lester laughed out loud, and galloped across the pasture with Misha and me in his arms.As for little Mr. Lecter, he never fell off his horse once. His eyes were filled with the stubbornness and unyielding look of a little boy, and finally he was able to walk side by side with Lester.Misha sat on the big horse and pointed at Hannibal: "Hannibal! Horse! Riding horse!"

"Misha! I'll take you to ride a horse in the future!"

Seeing the way the siblings get along, my heart is also filled with warmth.Turning around for a while, he met Lester's charming eyes. Seeing the tenderness contained in them for a moment, he couldn't help but smile sweetly.

——If we could be together forever, so simply and warmly, how great would it be?But no matter what the future holds, I have learned to cherish the present.No matter what happens in the future, the warm memory of today will always be in our hearts.