I didn't know you were such a vampire

There was another silence at the dinner table story meeting in Totti's mansion.

It's just that at this time, Qiao Ya is undergoing a fierce psychological struggle. The experience of more than ten years in this era is like a revolving lantern in her mind, making her unaware of the abnormality on the small dining table until the corner of her sleeve is captured Gently pulling, she woke up from a quagmire of chaotic thoughts as if she had just woken up from a dream, and then heard Ma Ke's immature and slightly jerky voice: "Sister... sister, don't... don't be happy."

Qiao Ya turned her head slightly, and found that Ma Ke, who was sitting not far from her, jumped out of his chair at some point and came to her side, looking up at her. Worry was written in the blue eyes.

Qiao Ya smiled, touched his soft blond hair behind her, and said, "My sister is not unhappy, Ma Ke can rest assured."

Because of Marco's episode, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly relaxed a lot. Syrio and Arturo, who are usually more active, exchanged glances, and began to talk about interesting things that happened in Florence recently. And Lisa refilled some wine in Qiao Ya's glass.

Ricardo said with a smile: "Marco usually doesn't talk much, but he talks a lot when he sees Qiao Ya."

He put down the tableware in his hands, sat up straight, and said, "What I said just now was thoughtless. Martina's daughter is of course the same as Martina." He said, smiling, " Although I don't know which family your father made a marriage contract for you, if you need it in the future, I will help you at any time."

Qiao Ya was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you."

In Florence, only Martina and Ricardo knew that her father was Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia.

Although the influence of the Holy See on Florence is far less than that of other cities and countries, in the final analysis, Catholicism is still the belief of everyone, and the power of the famous Vice-President of the Holy See is far beyond that of the bankers in the city republic.

Regardless of the final outcome, she is also very grateful for Ricardo's words.

The rain in Florence was fierce, and it lingered for several days. Qiaoya woke up almost every morning to the sound of raindrops hitting the window, and almost every time she got up, she would sit by the window for a while. , It was not until the noon prayer time that Lisa came to her door and told her that lunch was ready, and she responded and left her room.

Since the weather turned colder, Joya noticed that the complexions of Ricardo and Grandma Elisa became more and more serious. Everyone could guess from their complexions that Martina, who lived on the third floor recuperating and isolated from the world, probably It's getting worse.

I don't know if it was the disaster caused by the rain that lasted for several days.

The book Joya reads to Marco has changed from "Africa" ​​to "Divine Comedy".

The same narrative poem, but different from the war epic of "Africa", "Divine Comedy" is more like an adventure from hell to heaven with extremely gorgeous descriptions for Marco, not to mention that he knows Beatrice in the poem The place where Che and Dante met was on the Ponte Vecchio not far from his home, so from the moment Qiaoya opened the book, he looked at Qiaoya directly, usually with a sense of grievance His eyes were rarely full of interest.

This adventure of Dante officially started after the evening prayer. Marco stammered and asked many questions such as "Who is Virgil" and "Where is Jerusalem?" After reading the Purgatory Chapter, it was already late at night, and even Marco fell asleep on her lap.

This time it wasn't boring enough to fall asleep.

Qiao Ya smiled, closed the book, and put it on the messy desk, embraced the sleeping Ma Ke in her arms, supported his knees, hugged him, and walked out of her room .

She originally planned to send Marco back to his own room, but as soon as she went out, she saw Ricardo who was leaning on the railing on the third floor. He lowered his head and didn't see Qiaoya who was standing in the corridor on the second floor. Let Qiaoya see a tear hanging on the tip of his nose.

When the weather turns cold, people always go to bed earlier and earlier. When Qiao Ya was still sleepy, the whole city seemed to be in a deep sleep.

After sending Ma Ke back, she first sat back by the window, and waited for the sound of Ricardo's footsteps outside the door to gradually fade away, then quickly changed into the plain youthful attire, opened the window, and jumped onto the windowsill , climbed up the window sill, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air.

The rain had gradually stopped after nightfall, and now there were only a few raindrops softly patting her face, and the air seemed to have been washed, with a sense of self-cooling into the heart.The men's shirt she was wearing was already considered thin in this weather, and it was blown by the night wind unsuspectingly, which made her sneeze uncontrollably.

This sneeze was especially loud in the silent night, she reflexively wanted to cover her mouth, and then she realized that she had put both hands on the lintel on the top of the window, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and immediately used her arms to support her The body climbed up the lintel, and used the gaps in the brick wall, window sills and lintels familiarly to climb up the eaves of Totti's mansion.

She hasn't slipped out of her room for many days since Caius warned her of the danger in the night. Although the muscle memory is still there, she still remembers the way to climb the roof, but when she climbed the roof again , but could not see the moon hanging high in the cobalt blue sky at that time.

After sitting on the ridge for a few minutes, she stood up again, walked along the ridge to the other side of the house, and then jumped down with one hand on the eaves, along the lintel of the third-floor window, to the one By the window she was quite familiar with.

It was pitch black inside the window, probably the people inside had already rested.

She squatted on the window sill, and was about to reach out to push the closed window, when she suddenly heard a somewhat weak voice from inside the window: "Is it Qiao Ya?" Just as she finished speaking, there was a burst of violent coughing.

Qiao Ya froze for a moment, then paused for a moment with the hand that had already been placed on the shutter.

"I know it's you." There was a little smile in Martina's voice, "Everyone said that mothers and daughters are inseparable, I didn't believe it before. But when I just fell into the night today, I thought you would come, so I just sat by the window and waited, I almost fell asleep just now, when I heard the noise, I knew it was you."

Qiao Ya, who was overturned at the scene again, sighed, and was about to open the window to see Martina, but heard Martina say: "Don't come in, let's talk through the window, okay? "After speaking, there was a piercing cough.

Qiao Ya put down her hands silently, turned around, and sat on the window sill with her back against the window, her arms hugged one knee, and the other leg hung in the air, stepping gently on the night wind in late summer and early autumn .

"You... Are you in good health?" Qiao Ya asked in a muffled voice.

Martina finally stopped coughing, and said weakly, "If I say it's okay, you probably won't believe it."

Qiao Ya laughed and said, "You are really different from other mothers."

If it was any other mother, she would definitely straighten out her sick appearance immediately, face her children with the most decent and gentle appearance, and tell them that she will be fine.

"Other women? Vanosha?" Martina said with a smile, "Vanosha is a good woman, I believe she will take good care of you, follow her and you won't suffer like me."

"Then why do you have to endure hardship?" Qiao Ya asked.

"It's different, Joya." Martina said with a little helplessness in her voice, "For most people, this is suffering, but for me, even if I die in a foreign land, I am happy. So I Since I was a child, many people have said this sentence, saying that I am different from other people, it is not the same, but each has its own way of life."

Qiao Ya rested her chin on her knees, looked at the lights of Pitti Palace in the distance, and murmured, "Everyone has their own way of life..."

The two were silent for a while, and Joya heard Martina say: "Riccardo told me that you are very repulsive to the marriage arranged by your father."

Qiao Ya exhaled, and said, "It's not that I'm repelling, I just feel that I have more things I want to do than political marriage, but I've been educated that the Borgias are willing to give everything for the family."

"Every family's education is like this, Joia." Martina said, "I knew that my sister Vanessa went to Rome with a cardinal who had many mistresses for the sake of the family when I was very young. , and then I was arranged by my parents to marry the Sforza family for the sake of the family. I was unwilling to submit like most women, so I chose to escape. The suffering along the way, if you take Come to talk at the party, it must scare a lot of ladies." She smiled, "But I am willing to do so."

"Because I know what I really want, what about you, Joya?"

Martina asked this question very gently, but to Qiao Ya, she found it extremely difficult to answer.

She blew the wind on Martina's window sill for a long time before whispering: "I don't know."

In her previous life, she felt that having the support of her parents so that she could fly freely between the concrete forests of the city was what she wanted most, and it was the same in this life.However, when this question was placed in front of her again, she suddenly found that she no longer knew how to answer it firmly and forcefully.

And when she was looking blankly at the Pitti Palace in the distance, Martina in the window suddenly smiled and said, "Does Qiao Ya have someone she likes?"

Joya was stunned for a moment. After realizing what Martina said, she almost lost her balance and fell from the window sill on the third floor. Martina, who was separated by a window, also seemed to know that she was outside the window. With every movement, I laughed happily a few times.

Qiao Ya hurriedly supported the window lattice to stabilize her figure, and then subconsciously shouted: "No, nothing!"

"Ah, then I know." Martina suppressed a smile.

Qiao Ya only felt that the veins on her forehead were twitching. She had never been so embarrassed this night in her life. Now she finally knew why Adriana didn't like Martina so much. This woman was already a mother and still made fun of her The daughter is happy, which shows how excessive it was when I was young.

She said viciously: "It's getting late, I have to go back to sleep."

Just as she was about to jump up and climb the lintel, she suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Before I find what I really want..." She paused, and her voice became softer, "You Don't die."

And when she jumped onto the lintel and was about to climb up the eaves, she heard Martina's smiling voice from the window: "Okay, I will try my best."