the culprit

Later, Cyril always fell asleep and dreamed more often.He had many names in the dream, it was a boy, a girl, a middle-aged man and an old woman, but never once, his name in the dream was Cyril.He never dreamed of Felix, nor of Via or his parents.

Every time he woke up he was dazed, and no matter whether it was day or night, Felix was always by his side, as if he didn't need sleep at all.

"Don't you need to rest?" Cyril slowly sat up on the bed and didn't get out of bed - he didn't know when he would fall asleep again. It's not like this happened before. He wanted to go downstairs and walk on the spiral staircase She fell asleep suddenly on the bed, and when she woke up, she found her body was bruised and purple. Wei Ya lost her temper for several days at home.

Seeing that Cyril had woken up, Felix took a fresh fruit from the table and handed it over.

"I can't sleep."

Cyril rolled her eyes.

"I'm a vampire."

Cyril's eyes widened even further.But he didn't feel scared.Every time he saw Felix, he felt inexplicably sad, but there was some kind of longing hidden in the sadness. Many times he unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Felix's, but he held back in the end.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

The young man took a bite of the clean fruit from the vampire's hand, the sweet and sour juice poured into his mouth, and the unique coldness of the flesh extended along his tongue and into his stomach.He ate nonchalantly, raised his eyes to look at Felix from time to time, thought for a while, and suddenly asked him if he was hungry.

Felix raised his eyebrows, glanced at the plate of fruit on the table, and lied that he was not hungry.

In fact, since Cyril disappeared, he has not eaten, and only relies on the red pills and blood jars given by Wei Ya to maintain the minimum life needs.Wei Ya complained about this, and offered to donate a few chickens raised by him in a merciful way, but he refused.Being able to use the blood tank is the last compromise. Since I want to live with human beings, some principles cannot be exceptions.

Cyril bit the flesh in his mouth, lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he said, "You can... suck my blood... I can give you my blood."

These words are like a stone thrown into Felix's heart lake, splashing water and rippling.He thought of the words of the boy ten years ago, which made him deeply moved, and quietly took care of him as his younger brother.However, as time goes by, no one knows how the emotions involved suddenly become complicated.After living for 400 years, he still seems to know nothing about feelings.

"Let's talk about it after you recover." Felix said, looking away, only to find that Cyril had the pulp in his mouth, and fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed again.

Although he had boasted about Wei Ya's mouth, and he was mentally prepared that Cyril would always be like this, but when he actually faced it, he would still feel frustrated and sad.Wei Ya wrote to ask Mr. Long about the Philosopher's Stone. The fiery red dragon is currently guarding the western sea area waiting for his lover to wake up. After receiving the letter, he replied seriously, saying that the sage The stone can disperse all the unclean things and diseases in the body, but it takes time - he doesn't know how long it will take.

Just wait.

Although frustrated, although confused, although anxious, if time can solve all problems, he will wait.

He rarely mentioned the past, and Cyril seemed to see that he didn't want to talk about it, and he rarely asked.What they did most when they stayed together was that he sat by the bed and read Cyril the poems or travel notes he had received, no matter whether Cyril woke up or fell asleep.Although he can't remember the past, he still likes those books. After reading a poem, he will sigh with satisfaction and gently praise "it's so beautiful".

Felix took the half-remained fruit from Cyril's hand, helped him to lie down, and suddenly remembered that there was a similar time in the past.

It was with Hans.At that time Hans was seriously injured, though not fatal, but had to stay in bed.Thinking about it, Hans must have been in his 40s.

Once people realize that time is passing, they will pay more attention to their own aging.

At that time, he never thought of leaving Hans. Even if his lover was getting old year after year, even if his lover would die one day, he knew that he would always be with Hans until that day came.He loves someone not because of his beautiful appearance, nor because of his physical strength. He is attracted by his soul. No matter how his appearance changes, as long as his soul remains the same, his love will not weaken.

He looked at Cyril.

Cyril has a strong and unyielding soul.It is no exaggeration to say that he is the most beautiful person Felix has ever seen in his life, and this beauty does not come from his appearance, but from his noble heart.

So Felix couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to let Cyril experience the despicableness of sucking the blood of his own kind in order to survive, nor could he bear that this beautiful person started to care about his own aging after 40 years.

He should get rid of his family's destiny and live his life vigorously.

However, after going through so much, it would be hypocritical for him to think this way again.

As Felix thought about it, he took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and the sweet and sour juice poured into his mouth, and a strange sense of stability quietly broke through in his heart.

Cyril slept for a few more days, and happily, the waking time was getting longer and longer, and finally things like falling asleep on the stairs did not happen again.

Wei Ya is still hiding at home to study her strange medicines as always, and Victor, who has lost his job, intends to rent a house on the corner of the street to open a drugstore.Both of them have very good family backgrounds, but neither of them wants to be sheltered by the family after they get married.

If the medicines and supplies given to you were sold in ordinary street pharmacies, I would have been the number one richest woman in mainland China!Living in a manor bigger than a royal palace, surrounded by eighty maids, drinking tea, watching plays, listening to operas every day, going to sleep when you want, getting up when you want, it’s still useful Was he dragged to an autopsy early in the morning by the uninterested police?

While listening to Victor talking about his plan, this passage popped up in Cyril's mind.He tilted his head in confusion and pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was what Wei Ya had said.As a result, when he hesitated and ran to Wei Ya for verification, the other party just snorted, raised his hand and pushed him out of the dispensing room.

Vampires cannot see the sun, and when they wake up in the middle of the night, Cyril will ask Felix to go for a walk.But there is a curfew in the city, and the scope of their walks is limited to the small garden of Wei Ya's house.

The two of them walked side by side under the moonlight, neither of them speaking.For some reason, every time he stood by Felix's side, Cyril's heart beat faster. He felt that Felix might be hiding something from him, or that he had something on his mind to hide from Felix.

He felt that there should be more than just friends between them.

At least he thought so.

I don't know what Felix thinks.

He also asked Felix more than once, but he didn't say anything.

Another time under the moon, Cyril dragged Felix under a tree, smiled and offered to feed him.After speaking, he had already unbuttoned the collar, clasped the back of Felix's head with one hand, and pressed him to his neck involuntarily.

Felix's breath suddenly became very close, and the cold breath sprayed on his inexplicably hot skin. The young man was so nervous that he couldn't help swallowing.But he endured it and didn't let the tension show. He only said it was Felix's thanks for taking care of him.

He didn't know that vampires had good ears.

Although it is no longer a living heart in his chest, the Philosopher's Stone can beat like a heart.

And right now, it's jumping too fast.

A vampire never mishears a human heartbeat.

"I remember something," said Cyril, "just fragments. But not in a dream, but in waking up."

He remembered that there was an old and gloomy manor. Felix lived in the room at the end of the corridor, which was always dimly lit and rarely saw sunlight.And he—a little boy—was always going into that room out of habit.He also remembered what happened at school, being bullied by his classmates and seniors, he jumped out of the window wearing a skirt and hugging the pants of the seniors, crying hypocritically.

He remembered that every time he went back, he always brought a few books to the vampire.

Thinking of the books he gave away neatly piled up on a dilapidated table in a certain basement that echoed with the sound of gunfire.Can't remember the titles, but he always thinks they are the ones Felix has read for him during this time.

Every scene that appears in the memory has no context, but a series of incoherent images, sometimes without sound.But among those memories, those related to Felix accounted for the majority.

He felt that he and Felix were not ordinary friends.

"You said you don't like living blood...but I remembered that you would suck my blood. Is my memory wrong?" He almost hugged Felix, and asked softly with his lips against Felix's hair.He likes this moment, even if his heartbeat is abnormally fast, it is a pleasant experience.

Felix must be lying.

Being half-embraced by Cyril, and listening to him knowingly ask, Felix spent less than half a second wondering why the young man's personality had changed a bit, and finally nodded honestly to admit it.

"There is a contract between us."

The tip of his nose brushed the skin covered with blood vessels, and Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath.The smell of blood made his body tense involuntarily, and he even felt dizzy.The elongated fangs had pierced his lips, and he was still struggling, but Cyril simply put his arms around his waist.

"You can tell me about the contract when you're full. If I accidentally fall asleep...you can talk about it when you wake up tomorrow." Cyril hugged Felix tightly, and wanted to use it His body sensed his heartbeat, but vampire's heartbeat was much slower than that of human beings. He had no idea about this and could not fathom Felix's heart at all.

Felix's sanity gradually melted in the blood and human body temperature.He opened his mouth and bit Cyril's neck, carefully restraining himself.Sweet blood poured into his mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh, and couldn't help but raised his hand to caress Cyril's cheek.

They hid in the shadows of trees bathed in moonlight.

Like cheating.

Several pictures flashed through his mind quickly, and Cyril only felt that this scene was very familiar, even the metaphor of cheating was exactly the same, but he couldn't recall it for a while.

Their bodies are very close.

Cyril had heard legends about vampires—although he couldn't tell whether they were his own memory or someone else's memory in his dream—the legends that vampires would also thrive when they were eating, and would lure their prey into lust with them sea.He used to want to ask Felix, but he felt too embarrassed and endured it all the time, but now, Felix held his face, his lips pressed against his neck, and his breath sprayed on him, and they were almost chest to chest and legs to each other. Legs... Cyril put his arms around Felix and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The terrible commotion gathered in the lower abdomen, and the young man's breathing became more and more rapid, and finally he couldn't help pulling Felix away, and lowered his head to kiss his blood-stained lips.