[Twilight] Bright sunshine

The day before Charlie left for California, I told him that he was going to Seattle to meet believers, and he was also the one who knew about the existence of C.In fact, besides C, I have other believers, but it is not as old as C.

For example, last Christmas, a believer from Emerald came to Fox to see me. She is a 30-year-old woman with blonde hair who likes to run around with a camera bag.

I call her the woman from Emerald, and she never says her real name, preferring what I call her.

I often take pictures of the Olympic mountain forests and send them to her, the large expanses of green, the undeveloped deep forests, the long and long ferns, the 400-year-old Sitka spruce, the beautiful big-leaved maple, and the horizontal The fallen coniferous trees were covered in countless slimy dark green moss.

The romantic woman from Emerald fell in love with the temperate forests that surrounded the Forks.When I picked her up in Port Angeles last year, she gave me a big hug.

Her smile was as bright as sunshine, and she said to me: "Claire, thank you for letting me discover another paradise in this world."

She likes the word heaven, because she was born to travel all over the world, and put all the beautiful scenery that belongs to heaven into her camera.Her main job is as a videographer, and her side job is as an amateur writer.

The week she came, I rented a bicycle with her and went sightseeing in the Olympic Park.Because it is winter, the cold rain and the snow on the mountains make the whole forest as clear and clear as frozen.We once squatted on the boardwalk in the forest, studying the species of those little purple flowers on the side of the road.See the Forks Wood Museum and nearby mill.In the end, I drove her to La Push Beach to wait for the glorious sunrise. I wore a thick down coat, wrapped my head and face with a scarf, and stood on the edge of the cliff facing the sea breeze.She squatted on the cliff with the camera, watching the light that was about to climb out from under the sea level.

She also left me many photos of her hometown, that ancient city, with countless stone roads and rectangular stone windows with vaults.All the colors in the photos tend to be cool tones of gray, blue and light green, but the sunlight shining through the large square of the fountain and the sleeping child with blond hair warms your heart.

As we were leaving she kissed me and said, "I am amazed by everything here, including you, Claire."

I'm actually afraid that I can't treat her well. She is my favorite kind of person. She never cares about frivolous things. She has a big heart and smiles like there is no night in the whole world.

When I sent her to the plane, I shouted loudly outside the security checkpoint: "I will take you to China later, okay?"

I suddenly hoped that she would like China, the paradise I hide in my heart.

She turned to me and replied with a smile: "I'll come to Fox when you're an adult, and then travel around the world with me, Claire."

I have never expected this puberty to pass quickly, and then this body, which is full of young girls from head to toe, will mature.I like her, this believer who has never left her name, she seems to be able to fly.

This gave me the most basic confidence when I went to see C. They are all believers, no matter how bad they are.

Before Charlie went to see Bella with his luggage, he told me very seriously, "Remember to bring enough sunscreen, don't forget to take medicine, and bring two more sunscreen clothes. Pay attention to the weather forecast. It will rain in Seattle in the next week before you can go out. "

He knows I can handle my own life, so he generally doesn't interfere with my life.

All I had to do was to follow behind and make him remember to bring the gift I gave Bella.Bella hasn't been back to Forks for vacation since two years ago. She doesn't like the humidity and coldness of Forks.

I actually hope that Bella can stay in Fox for more, but I'm not very good at socializing with people, and Bella is also the kind of taciturn and completely inactive person.

She, me, and Charlie are like the rainforest separated by the Quileute River, standing on both sides of each other.I have been afraid to say it, I actually like her very much, her eyes are as pure and beautiful as Fox elk.

Sometimes I really want to become a believer with her, but I never have the chance.Some people may only be more enthusiastic in words, just like me, I am a quiet fool in reality.

I have also asked C in the letter before, why did he reply to my letter at the beginning?

At that time, my hands were small and clumsy, and even though my spoken English was fine, the letters I wrote were uneven and uneven, like a dog climbing a ravine.Anyone who knows how to read knows that my handwriting is a child's graffiti.

C answered, your letter has color.

color?

I usually buy white ones for those ordinary envelopes. Could it be that he likes white very much, and the color is drowsy after looking at it for a long time?

Sometimes I feel that C told me too much about him, so much that he had many reasons to come to my house and kill me. Of course, C has never come to the United States for so many years, and my persecution paranoia can subside.

Wipe the house around, and open all the dozen or so windows on the first and second floors for ventilation.The house has a lot of windows, and the Jasons must love the sunny space.Usually, because I am afraid that the sun will come in too much on sunny days, I try to keep the curtains closed as much as possible, and open them only on rainy days.

I sorted some postcards and photos into a box, and I checked the time again, and found that it was almost time, so I ran to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower, brush my teeth, and wash my hair.After cleaning himself up, he smeared the sunscreen medicated oil prescribed by the doctor on his whole body, put on neat clothes and pants, and added a long coat made of sunscreen material.

I made an appointment with C. We communicated by letter. His speech became very concise. He hoped that I could say the address myself.I didn't think about it for a long time, so I made an appointment with the University of Washington in Seattle.Recently, I have a few books that I really want, and I plan to buy them at the bookstore there when I stop by.

The University of Washington is also one of the universities I most want to apply to after finishing high school.It is close to Fox, and it is a school that I am very satisfied with, whether it is the marine climate, weather or resource environment.

It is about 100 miles away from Seattle. If you take a bus there, you have to change cars several times and walk. It takes at least seven or eight hours to get to Seattle.

Originally, I wanted to drive by myself, but when I thought of Charlie's face, even though he wasn't there, he was still very deterrent to me.Being underage or not, not having a driver's license would certainly be a good reason for him to rant.

In the end, I had to take a ride with the owner of a small restaurant in the town and fly to Port Angel.

I have always been eager to try the mischievous little restlessness in my heart. For example, I don’t want to take an hour to get to Seattle by plane smoothly, but I really want to drive my broken-down Ford to see if I can spend four or five by myself. An hour to the University of Washington.

In the past, when traveling alone, I mostly took planes, and going on the road without a driver's license would make me feel like a crime.

I kind of want to commit a crime right now.Are you really excited about meeting a believer you are looking forward to?

Weather forecasts can occasionally be surprisingly accurate, and by the time I get off the plane the Seattle sky is already bathed in leaden rain clouds.I opened the umbrella and looked up at the sky, only to realize that apart from letters, I no longer have any means of contacting C.

No cell phone number, no home phone number, no online email, basically nothing but an address to send mail to.

I have at least my home address, and C's address looks like it was collected.

That is to say, I basically know nothing about C except for the exchange of letters in the past few years.

But in a certain way, I know him well. I like exquisite things, my family has a lot of heritage, and I have a lot of research on antique comedies.Working one day a week is considered very hardworking, and my heart is still in the middle two literary stage.There are many members in the family, and they don't like sunny days, but they can be irritable when it rains.

Today he will be very cranky, I looked at the sky and thought blankly.

And I suspect that C is a bit of a mental illness. He likes to talk to himself very much. He is very glass-hearted and doesn't like others to refute his opinions. Even if what he said, others can't understand at all.

In other words, I can maintain a relationship of believers and friends with this guy for such a long time, it really is a fledgling plot.At the beginning, I gave up trying to find out who I was for Mao to travel. I really had nothing to do, so I was so bored that I sent dozens of letters. I collected all kinds of messy addresses in various magazines, address books, and recruitment information anyway. Feel free to send it out.

At that time, letters were replied in twos and threes, letters were bounced in sixes and sevens, and the address of the person was found to be wrong, and no one checked it. For a very simple reason, the letters may all return to my mailbox.

I remember C's first reply letter, quill parchment, extremely pretty British font.

——Every time I see a bunch of idiots coming from the end of the sunset, I really want to sleep.

……

Well, when I looked at the one-euro stamp on the envelope, and then at the completely incomprehensible sentence, my first feeling was that it was a waste.Such a large piece of good paper can only write such a sentence, even the most basic sentence of hello is not written, and the opening is superior.

Too coercive!

With infinite contempt, I took out a small piece of paper and wrote a sentence lightly and delicately—then keep your eyes open and watch carefully, the jokes made by fools are more spectacular than the sunset.

Of course, the handwriting won't look better because of my lightness and strength. After comparing it with C's letter paper, I decided to work hard to practice writing.

Later, I sent the letter and received another letter from him. I was in Fox, and he was in Italy. The address was the public mailbox of a travel company in Rome.I probably know that C has something to do with that company, but looking at the information in those letters, I can't even imagine all kinds of cold and noble C in the letters, holding the guide flag to lead foreign tourists to see the Roman Colosseum Fields or boats in Venice.

It's been so many years, even I find it incredible that we can keep in constant contact for so long only by letters.And he was also the only one who persisted until now in the reply letter at that time.