I didn't know you were such a vampire

Qiao Ya never thought that she chose to bump all the way from Rome along the Apennine Mountains just to avoid the summer heat, and finally arrived at the destination. The sky in Florence was clear again, and she almost had two big bowls of pasta in her hand. On the day of arrival, I stayed until my eyes were tearing apart.

She didn't know whether it was her luck or misfortune.

She wanted to put down the fork and quit, but when she saw the little girl standing across from her, holding the corners of her clothes with both hands, her heart softened for a while, and then she wriggled her throat desperately, swallowing the pasta again with difficulty down.

I hope that after I am strangled to death, the epitaph will not write "Here sleeps a girl strangled to death by spaghetti".

The little girl who served Qiaoya the second large portion of pasta from the Totti family is named Lisa. She is just 12 years old this year. She is the youngest maid in the Totti family. She usually follows Martina, but After Martina fell ill, Ricardo worried that she would not be able to take care of the patients at such a young age, so he asked her to help in the kitchen.After Joya came to Florence, Ricardo transferred her out of the kitchen to take care of Joya.

Ricardo said to Joya with a smile like this at the time: "Lisa has been in the kitchen, and I have a third of my true culinary skills. She will take good care of you."

Although Lisa, the chosen daughter, only obtained one-third of the true biography of the Patriarch, the weight is one-third more than the one made by the Patriarch.

Qiao Ya felt that she no longer wanted to hear the combination of the terms Totti family and kitchen in the short term.

Qiao Ya had a particularly difficult meal, and it took a very long time. After she finished the pasta, it was time for most people to turn off the lights and go to bed.She arranged the tableware neatly, wiped the corner of her mouth gently with the napkin in her right hand, and smiled at Lisa: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Lisa nervously put away the tableware, left the room, and closed the door behind her.

As soon as she heard the slight click of the door and the door frame, Qiao Ya leaned back on the chair weakly and let out a long sigh. At this time, she also faintly heard Lisa outside the house. Weeping softly, she said, "Miss Qiao Ya must be eating so slowly because she doesn't like the pasta I made. Will she get angry and sell me?"

Joya: "..."

She touched her round belly and felt that she was really too difficult.

Florence at night is different from the hustle and bustle during the day. The red and ocher yellow that make up the city lose their vivid colors in the dark night. The dim lights are reflected on the Arno River, and the light follows the water flow. It swayed gently with the fluctuations of the sky, and reflected the intoxication of night on the already dim city walls and roofs.

This is another cityscape completely different from that of Rome that Gioia saw from the tower of the Orsini Palace.

She waited until her stomach felt less uncomfortable, then changed into the men's outfit she had brought, tied her hair into two braids, and stuffed it into her black and white scarf, then opened the shutters of the room and stepped onto the window sill .

A seemingly absent cool wind was lingering on the banks of the Arno River, and the thin hair on the edge of her scarf was blown along with it.

She clasped the wooden lintel on the top of the window with both hands, and her whole body swung left and right in mid-air like a pendulum, and then followed the force to jump onto the adjacent window sill.This window sill was right at the corner of the room. On the edge of the corner, a crossbar protruded from between the brick walls. She could just grab the crossbar with her left hand and use this strength to climb onto the window sill of the window above her head.

Fortunately, the lighting in this era is not particularly penetrating, otherwise someone on the other side of the river would have seen a young man climbing the wall late at night.

She nimbly climbed up to the window sill on the third floor, climbed up a certain distance with both hands on the lintel, and leaned on the protruding crossbar by the window. Before falling down, he firmly grasped the eaves with both hands, and then he climbed up the eaves in one go.

Compared with the scenery seen from the windows, the view from the roof is another world. No matter how bright the lights of every household are, they are not as charming as the moonlight.

It's just that the young girl running on the ridge under the moonlight is not so charming in her cat-like thief-like posture.

Qiao Ya quickly and carefully stepped on the tiles of the roof, bent down to maintain her balance, and also ensured that the movement of her feet would not be too loud, disturbing the people under the roof and in the nearby alleys.

She quickly ran to the side of the house facing away from the street, then squatted down on the edge of the eaves, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and stepped on the lintel of the window on the third floor below the eaves. Going down, climbing the lintel, passing one window after another.

Until reaching the window sill of the only lighted window among all the windows on the third floor.

Probably because of the hot weather, the window was not fully closed, but a half gap was left, which was enough for ventilation. Qiao Ya half hung by the window, turned sideways, and glanced into the window.

The warm candlelight of the chandelier refracts several times between the quartz wrapped in it, and then fills this small room.

Martina was sitting on the head of the gorgeous four-poster bed, letting the old lady slowly put down the colorful curtains tied to the bedposts during the day, she lowered her head slightly, as if she was carefully examining the something.It's just that before Qiao Ya could take a closer look, the old nanny took a few steps towards the window, and she immediately turned around and pressed her back against the brick wall.

"Ma'am, it's time to rest, don't look at that flower anymore." She heard the old mother's trembling voice reaching her ears.

After a while, Martina's voice came: "Aunt Elisa, tell me... Is my attitude towards her not very good today." She paused and said, "She hasn't Talk to me, and I drive her away."

Qiao Ya froze for a moment, and then realized that the two were discussing her.

The old nanny sighed and said, "Ma'am, I also know what you're thinking, and Miss Qiao Ya won't blame you."

"You know, I'm actually very timid and selfish." Martina said, "I'm afraid that the child will blame me as soon as he opens his mouth."

Joya was a little surprised, she didn't think that this was the reason why Martina told her to rush to the carnival and sent her away.

Of course, she didn't expect that she would turn to Martina's window at night, like an apprentice who visits her sweetheart's boudoir at night.

She was taken aback by her own thought, and when she was about to return along the original road, she suddenly saw a black figure standing on the roof of a house not far away, and the moonlight gave him golden hair hanging on his shoulders. His hair was covered with a layer of cold light, but his eyes were the opposite of the cold moonlight, fiery red.

The moment Qiaoya met his eyes, she felt as if she was pulled into a whirlpool by a pair of powerful arms. In that whirlpool was the dull tide of the Tyrrhenian Sea and the hottest Mount Vesuvius. of magma.

With the cold brick wall behind her, there was no way for her to retreat.

I don't know how long it took, but when she regained consciousness, there was nothing on the opposite roof, and the window beside her had turned off the light, it seemed that Martina had already fallen asleep.

She only felt that there was chaos in her mind, and she felt dizzy as if she had fallen from the Apennine Mountains. However, when the night wind blew and the back of her neck was chilled, she realized that her forehead and the back of her neck were swollen. There were drops of cold sweat.And she thought that if she accidentally let go of her hand during the brief period of unconsciousness just now...

She lowered her head, looked at the narrow alleyway paved with stone slabs under her feet, and swallowed.

Now it's not just her forehead and the back of her neck, cold sweat broke out all over her body.

Is this... an illusion?

If yes, then she had hallucinations twice in one day...

Then it is useless to do eye exercises for 100 years.

She had to wonder if there was something wrong in her head.