[Comprehensive British and American] Mirage

There was a slight sound in the woods. Vesley was hit at the nerve endings of her wrist, and the wooden stick used as a weapon was thrown out. When she turned her head, the wooden point that belonged to the place had already pierced her chest. Neck, with a slightly painful itching.

"Good job." Vesley looked at the 16-year-old boy in front of her, showing a satisfied smile.

Seeing that the daily competition was over, Hannibal gathered up the branch, broke it and threw it into the burning fire.

The boy is already nearly 1.8 meters tall, his figure is tall and strong, full of vigorous strength.He has dark brown curly hair, and handsome features with a bit of evil spirit. He is already an existence that can attract the attention of girls on the road. At this moment, he is lowering his head and fiddling with the fire. Through the burning sparks, he can see Looking at the woman whose head hasn't changed for eight years, his eyes don't move.

Time seems to have a special preference for women.

He has seen many women become old and sad due to the precipitation of the years, but all these seem to have no effect on Vesley, she is still as beautiful as the moment she came out of an ancient painting, calm and elegant. Watching the time grow old, she ignored everything indifferently—maybe when she became an old man, she would be like a young woman.

Thinking of this, Hannibal smiled subconsciously. The sun shone on the soft down on the boy's cheeks, blurring his originally cold facial features, and Vesley rubbed her wrists and looked at the girl standing on the cliff in the distance. Old Castle, I think it's about time.

"In this way, I can safely let you go out." Vesley took out from her pocket the old castle that once belonged to Hannibal's family that she sneaked into last night, and now the orphanage took out the treasure that he kept in his memory. Casket for important letters. "Maybe you don't know, your father has a brother, your uncle and aunt live in Paris, I will take you to find them."

"Uncle... Aunt?"

Hannibal didn't seem to know that he still had surviving family members. He took the photo in Vesley's hand in a daze. The woman in the white wedding dress on it had the same mysterious and lonely temperament as Vesley, but when she looked at her When her husband was behind her, her eyes were extraordinarily soft and loving, and the man she was looking at was [-]% similar to the father in Hannibal's memory.

The sudden appearance of family members made Hannibal even forget to ask about the meaning of Weasley's words before.

What is called···

Don't worry about him going out to make a living?

And when Hannibal responded and asked, they had already set foot on the land of Paris.

When he came here before, Hannibal was only eight years old.

At that time, he had just been adopted and taught by Wesley, and he refused to fall asleep for a long time every night because of the fear of nightmares. Wesley sang nursery rhymes from her hometown over and over again to lull him to sleep, and one day he woke up in the middle of the night. When he found his mouth full of blood taste, and Vesley hid in the bathroom to deal with him biting her arm in sleep.

Thinking of this, Hannibal held Weasley's right hand, and unconsciously rubbed his thumb against a tooth mark that should have been there.

Sometimes this kind of system for women to heal wounds without leaving scars is really annoying.

Thinking of what she said all of a sudden, she came to find her uncle and aunt, and said that she could become a teacher...

Hannibal looked at Vesley who turned around, and showed a weak wry smile.

"You, don't you want me?"

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Looking at the reunited family, Vesley stood in the corner of the hall and clasped her arms silently with both hands.

That was her, the child she raised for eight years.

When Hannibal said that, she was undeniably shaken.

But she also knows that the current battle situation is complicated, and as China's key protection target, many people are already eyeing her. She can guarantee her life is safe, but she cannot guarantee Hannibal's safety.

Perhaps reuniting him with his loved ones would better alleviate his mental illness?

Wesley accepted the thank you from Uncle Hannibal with a smile. Over there, his wife from Japan was asking his servants to arrange a dinner for tonight's celebration. Hannibal, standing at the place where the floor-to-ceiling windows were divided by yin and yang, was dark brown His eyes looked at her, neither sad nor happy, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be a smile of reunion, no matter how you looked at it, there was a hint of sarcasm.

Wesley looked away in some embarrassment, she wanted to escape from here in a panic, and she didn't even want to have dinner.

Hannibal's aunt, Mrs. Zi, had some regrets preparing some food for Vesley on the way, and her husband also got into the kitchen with great interest. Hearing the servant's screams, Vesley looked at the other side. Hannibal looked over.

This seems to be the second time she looked into his eyes carefully. The red color that was originally only faintly melted into the brown seemed to have deepened a lot. The strange pupils looked at the woman with a hint of persuasion. Sli taught Hannibal many things, such as reading and writing, astronomy and geography. He was obsessed with the piles of books and accumulated in his body over the years. It turned out to be a gentle bookish atmosphere, mixed with his own aristocratic upbringing. Sven scum feeling.

"Stay here, Vesley..." Hannibal started to talk when he was 13 years old, but even then he seldom took the initiative to talk to others. Vesley, who often walked with him, could almost pass The eyes understand each other's meaning, which greatly reduces the chance of communication. Therefore, when the boy opened his mouth, his vocal cords were hoarse and low-pitched, and the scorching breath was right next to his ears. "For me, stay... ok?"

At that moment, Vesley even had the urge to say yes to him.

But this little trick was quickly seen through by Vesley.

"I can't stay." The woman exclaimed, rejecting the boy's humble request in a cold tone.

"But, why suddenly..."

"Because of the war, my child." Vesley looked at the irascible Hannibal, knowing that for him who doesn't like loneliness and is already sensible, it is not difficult to accept the new family, and it is not difficult to make the new family like him Well, Hannibal was a man who learned to control his emotions at the age of ten, allowing the human trafficker who had almost killed him to show mercy until Vesley arrived. "I understand your panic, but I have taught you that there is no feast that never ends. Now, my country needs me, and I... can't drag you down."

"But why is it you?"

"Because of responsibility, because I'm from China." Vesley looked at Hannibal who couldn't accept it, and felt that it was too abrupt for her to do this suddenly, but the situation of the battle deteriorated so much that she suddenly made up her mind. "Do you still remember the story I told you? When the monarch of the ancient country was fighting with his courtiers, foreign enemies invaded the king's capital. His own subjects were saved from the sorrow of the flames of war."

"So, you still want to go back?" Hannibal knew Veasley's complicated feelings about her own country. The land raised her up, but it also endowed her with pain and pain all over her body. "Leave me alone?"

Vesley didn't speak, and all her explanations were extremely pale at this time.

"You're such a liar . . . Wesley."

Hannibal took a few steps back, his eyes like a trapped animal made Wesley feel a little uncomfortable, he was the child she raised, she could see his pride, his extremes, and she indulged him It even encouraged him, because for her, no matter what kind of person Hannibal became or what he did, she was always there to protect him in the end.

But she couldn't protect Hannibal for the rest of her life.

So at this time, she especially regretted the momentary soft-heartedness at that time, and did not deliberately correct it. It belonged to the dark side of the youth's inner growth. Now she has realized the evil results she planted. Looking at Hannibal who refused to turn his head and leave, Vesley wriggled her lips, her trembling breath was so weak, just when Vesley herself thought she would compromise, she heard what she said.

"No matter what, I will protect you."

After finishing speaking, the woman retracted her skirt and turned to leave.

The young man standing in place heard the sound of footsteps disappearing into his ears, and finally he couldn't hold back the soreness in the corners of his eyes, letting hot tears flow to his bright red lips, tasting the bitterness and the stinging pain in his heart, the kind that only left him The feeling of being alone was too bad, Hannibal knelt down and hugged himself slowly, he heard his hoarse voice wailing feebly, like every lost child who can't find his way home.

"you liar···"

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In September, Hannibal became the youngest medical student in Paris.

He rejected his uncle's recommendation letter and entered the school with the highest full marks of the year. Because of the school's dormitory system, he learned to cook by himself and wash clothes by himself. During this period, he also accepted a confession from a senior student , but separated in less than two months, because Hannibal caught the nominal girlfriend flirting with the teaching assistant in the biology classroom. He didn't invest much money or affection in this relationship, and naturally it ended neatly.

But that senior was in a lot of embarrassment after getting and losing the name of Hannibal's girlfriend. As a good student in the medical school, Hannibal is the object of all women's admiration.

"Hannibal." Mrs. Zi stood in the hall of the college and waved to her nephew. Mrs. Zi and Hannibal's uncle had no children, so they loved Hannibal as if they were their sons. Madam Zi attracted the attention of many people almost after she appeared in the academy, and everyone looked at this mysterious oriental woman curiously. "it's here."

Mrs. Zi sent living supplies for Hannibal.

Hannibal's uncle, who inherited the title of his brother after his death, was an artist who was passionate about creation, and the creation of art was always full of hardships and setbacks before he became famous. Hannibal also knew that his family was struggling financially. He was already near the school. My clinic found a job as an assistant, and after this period of internship, he can get paid according to the working hours.

"Are you a little thinner?" Mrs. Zi looked at her nephew distressedly.

"I've grown taller, ma'am." Hannibal, who was only 1.7 meters five before Wesley left, had already exceeded 1.8 meters. He was tall and thin and handsome, and he attracted people's attention wherever he went. "Ma'am, next time you don't have to come here."

"No... it was Chiyoko who found this in the mail." Madam Zi knew that Hannibal was worried about outsiders' criticism of her. During the war, children with red hair could become children of demons, not to mention their appearance and the people around them. Misfit Mrs. Purple?

"I think maybe you need to see this."

In Madam Zi's hands were a few letters, and the envelopes were written in Hannibal's familiar font.

And the person who taught him how to write stroke by stroke is gone.

"It's a letter from Wesley to you."

When hearing that name, Hannibal actually had a feeling of a world away.

It's been less than half a year since we separated, but it seems like we haven't seen each other for many years.

"I think you must see it."

Madam Zi also saw the wavering in Hannibal's eyes. At the moment Vesley left, Madam Zi and her husband both saw the boy's poor state, and they didn't understand why Vesley put Hannibal left as soon as he said that, but when the maid Chiyoko found out these letters and gave them to her today, she realized something.

Sure enough, when Hannibal saw Mrs. Zi take out the bottom envelope, his eyes almost froze on it.

As a medical student, Hannibal could tell the stain on the envelope by color and smell.

That is blood.

It is the blood of the letter writer.