I didn't know you were such a vampire

When Joya returned to Florence, it was completely dark, the whole city was shrouded in dim lights, there were faint voices of people on the streets, and the lights on the Arno River were flickering, Florence was in a state of turmoil. A kind of intoxication that will never sleep.

Everyone in Totti's mansion knew that she was invited by Mr. Medici to be a guest at the villa in the outskirts of Medici, so from the moment she entered the door, she felt that the three servants who were busy in the mansion were all there. At that moment, he stopped everything he was doing and turned his attention to her.

Qiao Ya greeted everyone with a smile, then lifted the hem of her skirt and planned to go upstairs, but she just ran into Ricardo who was walking up and down the stairs.

For a while, everyone stretched their necks, expecting Ricardo to interview Qiao Ya who had just returned from an appointment for them, so as to get first-hand new gossip.

However, Ricardo on this day is not as gentle and kind as usual. His eyes are slightly blue, and the eyes are covered with red bloodshot eyes. He looks haggard and tired, as if he hasn't had a good rest for several days. the way it used to be.

He bumped into Qiao Ya head-on, as if in a daze, his reaction was a little slow, and then he smiled and said, "Is Qiao Ya back? Did you have a good time? Did you make any new friends today?"

His three questions sounded so random, which disappointed Lisa and the other three who were squatting in the atrium to eavesdrop, but Qiao Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Today is the first day of the event. I'm still queen."

There was a little color in her tone that she didn't even notice.

Ricardo's eyes became softer, as if he had thought of something, he said, "That's good, I hope you are happy every day in Florence, so that Martina will also be happy." Said In the end, his voice dropped, and even his eyes became dim.

The light in the night was limited, and Joya couldn't capture other emotions from his eyes. She intuitively felt that the reason for Ricardo's series of anomalies was Martina, and Martina's blood-stained handkerchief came to her mind again. She shook her head slightly, then said, "I'm happy every day in Florence."

The bedtime story Joya prepared for Marco that night was the poet Petrarch's "Songbook". Seven or eight-year-old children don't understand prose and love poems very well. After Joya finished reading softly, she removed the book and saw The blond boy had fallen asleep on her lap, and the light bounced lightly on his cheeks and eyelashes, making his long eyelashes flicker slightly, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

Qiao Ya stared at his sleeping face for a while, stretched out her hand to rub his hair, and then hugged him up. The little guy fell into a deep sleep until Qiao Ya gently placed him on her bed. Did not wake up.

Qiao Ya put the "Songbook" on her desk.

Florence does not have Lucrecia who is good at cleaning and storing. Her desk is already a mess, with all kinds of books lying all over the place. Probably this "Songbook" is the last straw that broke the camel's back. She is staring at After staring at the desk for several minutes, he finally decided to roll up his sleeves and take care of the desk by himself.

However, she had just rolled up her left sleeve when she heard a few light knocks on the door.

The determination that had just been accumulated was like a burst balloon. She let out a breath, walked to the door, and opened the door.

It wasn't Lisa who came to deliver supper outside the door, but Ricardo with a tired face.

This surprised Qiao Ya.

Probably because of avoiding suspicion, except for some specific times, such as morning mass or evening prayer, Ricardo basically would not come to her room, and this time is close to the usual bedtime, when he knocked on her door , it is somewhat abnormal.

Qiao Ya even became a little nervous, wondering if something happened to Martina.

And Ricardo also seemed to see something in her eyes, smiled and said: "Martina just fell asleep, everything is fine, Qiao Ya, don't worry."

Qiao Ya breathed a sigh of relief, then adjusted her facial expression and said, "Then...do you want to come in and sit down?"

Ricardo came to her at this time, probably because he had something to tell her.

Ricardo did not refuse, but nodded and walked into the room.

The window of the room was opened a crack, and the cool night air penetrated into the room, blowing up the corner of the window curtain, causing the lights to flicker slightly, and Marco, who was sleeping on Joya’s bed, turned over, and his nose came out. A few hums, like a piglet falling into a deep sleep.

Ricardo looked down at Marco who was lying on the bed, and said with a smile: "Marco likes your sister very much."

"I like Marco very much too." Joya said after following him.

Her words are not just for the occasion. She has three younger brothers and one younger sister in the Vatican. Although she is young, she thinks she is still more than 20 years older than the babbling kids at that time, so she consciously takes on the responsibility. The responsibility of taking care of her younger siblings, although in her previous life she hated the brats who dismantled her handicrafts, these arrogant or lively younger siblings in this life have become her source of happiness today.

Ricardo also nodded, and said, "I believe you like Marco." He turned his head, looked at Qiao Ya, and said, "You and Martina are mother and daughter, and you don't often talk about love The people around. Although Martina is lively and cheerful, she is extremely vigilant because of her experience problems, and she refuses to show weakness easily. You are very similar to her in this regard, but you have to be more introverted."

Qiao Ya was taken aback when she heard the words, this was the first time Ricardo told her this.

Ricardo was standing under the chandelier, the light was so bright that the fatigue on his face could be clearly seen, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were out of focus, as if he was recalling the past: "I expressed my love to Martina for the first time. She already told me that she still had a daughter in the Vatican, but she left the child behind for her own ideals, and she spent many years, unable to convince herself to express her love for her daughter honestly Feeling guilty and guilty, until..." He lowered his head and looked directly at Qiao Ya, "It wasn't until she realized that her time was running out that she finally made up her mind to see you."

Qiao Ya opened her eyes slightly.

From Vanosha's letter to Martina's serious illness, although she knew that the medical technology of this era was not developed, she never imagined that Martina would be terminally ill. In her subconscious, she It's just that I came to Florence, where the weather was abnormal this year, to avoid the high temperature in Rome, and I met my biological mother whom I had never met, but never thought that, in Martina's view, this meeting was a farewell.

"She..." Qiao Ya opened her mouth, only to realize that her voice was a little hoarse, "What's wrong with her?"

Ricardo looked at her, remained silent for a long time, finally forced a smile, and said: "Gioia, you are still a child, you only need to have a good time, and let us adults worry about the rest. "

Qiao Ya hooked her lips. This was probably the first time that an elder thought she was a child after she came to this world.

She thought for a while, tried her best to make the smile on her face brighter, and said, "Then, has my presence brought strength to Martina? Will she be fine?"

Ricardo nodded, hesitated for a while, then put his hand on her shoulder, and patted it lightly: "Don't worry, she will be fine, and she will wait until next summer when the carnations are in full bloom again." , you pick another one and give it to her."

When Ricardo left, he took Marco away, probably because children of this age are particularly lethargic, even if they moved from one room to another, they only muttered a few times in a sleepy manner, and then He buried his cheek in his father's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

Ricardo hugged Ma Ke tightly, feeling a little helpless, and a little spoiled: "This guy, that is, he can say a few more words when he is dreaming."

Qiao Ya sent him to the door of the room, watched him carry Ma Ke back to his room, then slowly closed the door, and then leaned her body against the door.

There was no moon in Florence that night, and only a few scattered stars could be seen from the small sky in the window.

Summer has come to an end, and soon, the Apennine Peninsula will usher in a wet winter.Even if there is sunshine to embrace the city again, it is estimated that it will not be possible to see the small waterfalls made of spaghetti in the streets and alleys.

Qiao Ya opened the blinds, and the lights in the middle of the night began to gradually dim. The cool summer breeze blowing her hair at the temples also made her eyes slightly blurred. She squinted her eyes, stepped onto the window sill, and climbed the lintel skillfully Climbing to the top of the building, I wanted to go to the other side of the house along the previous path, but when I just climbed the stairs and hadn't stretched my body, I found myself shrouded in a sudden shadow.

She raised her head hesitantly, and saw a man in a black cloak standing on the ridge above her, with his back facing the brilliant lights of Pitti Palace, the shadow stretched long, as if strolling from purgatory The Grim Reaper grabbed her ankles along the roof with pitch-black ghost claws.

With indescribable coercion, he took a step closer to Qiao Ya. Qiao Ya stepped back subconsciously, but immediately realized that there was an eaves behind her, and there was no way to retreat, so she immediately retracted her feet and stabilized her body.

"You..." She looked at the other party with some guard, "You are?"

The visitor stretched out his hand from the cloak, and she first saw a very pale palm outside the cuff of the ivory white shirt, and then saw that hand pushed aside the black hood, revealing a bloodless and extremely beautiful face Face.

Qiao Ya was a little surprised, she opened her mouth, and before she could fully spit out the name, she saw the ruby-like eyes of the other party.

An extremely pure red without any impurities.

"Miss Qiaoya." The other party spoke, his voice was clear, but it seemed to have no warmth, with a bit of ancient arrogance, just like Pietro Medici said, very much like a slave owner in ancient Rome, "Can you tell me , where did you hear that story?"