[Twilight] Bright sunshine

"Then, that damn non-human killed everyone, but bit me, and after letting me die, he didn't know which stinky ditch he disappeared into. This thing is endless, you think so ?” I get a headache when I think of this kind of thing, I think it’s over, I don’t want to see C again.

"You don't know...C, or you don't know the same kind of creatures as C. I think he will come to you again. Although I don't know what his purpose is, you must be clear, people like C , He is different from us, he is not a vegetarian. But he resisted the temptation of blood on your body, no matter what kind of emotional outcome he is in, he must have a deep obsession with you."

Carlisle frowned, and a light mark appeared on his smooth forehead, "I think he stopped his desire before he sucked all your blood, trying to change you, but changed his mind again, I have never met This kind of thing. The difficulty of making a vampire change his decision several times in such a short period of time is as if he is fighting against the genetic order in his own body."

"Genetic order? That's a big deal." I snort, excuse my recent inelegance, but my genes tell me now is the perfect time to be sarcastic.

"It's amazing, so you should have done something to make him change his mind." Carlisle switched his crossed legs again, making himself more like a person who suffers from sitting for a long time, and he looked at me seriously , "You must have done something to make him stop all movements, Claire, this is very important, even if the memories make you painful, you can't escape. You can't deal with these things by yourself."

He's right, I'm an ordinary person who can't participate in non-human things.But what did you do?I only remember that I was crying so badly that I had no image at all, so I didn't have time to do anything else.

If Carlisle is right, I am now being targeted by a non-human, and it is not a harmless non-human like the Karen family.

I let myself calm down and tried to trace the cause and effect of the matter.

"I never doubted that letter. C is my friend. I don't know who he is. I was only eight years old when we corresponded. He said he was a liar and asked me if I was afraid. I replied It doesn’t matter, because we are surrounded by lies every day, I am not afraid of his lying.” Of course I am not afraid, C is a stranger, even if he said that the moon is going to fall, I didn’t feel it.

Sometimes a lie is told emotionally.

Eight-year-old me and C have no relationship at all.

"Fellow," repeated Carlisle, unsurprised, as he nodded and let me go on.

"We have been dating for a long time, but he is not my only believer. I basically have no friends of the same age in Fox. In order to exercise my communication skills with people, I will deliberately use letters to communicate with people. Compared with face-to-face in reality, this This method is more pure and free of burden. And C is the first believer I dated. He is very knowledgeable, but his personality is really unpleasant, but his knowledge and experience are enough to make up for the various arrogant twists in his letter tone. Talking to him broadened my horizons."

I lowered my head, my gaze resting on my clasped hands.

The dark clouds dispersed again, and the light did not have the orange brightness of the day, but a hazy yellow.

I squinted and could feel the summer twilight on the back of my neck without discomfort.I heard that my voice was very stable. After a period of tossing and tossing nightmares, I have been able to look at this tragedy relatively calmly.

I'm still alive, even if I'm crumbling.

"Later, we were like any normal person. Time can gradually deepen our relationship with each other, even if we have never met. But I can see his general image from the letters he wrote. A person who likes luxury goods and has a good reputation Well-bred, arrogant, often irritable but able to suppress it, very thoughtful towards his own people, but indifferent towards outsiders...middle-aged or close to old men."

My eyes gradually shifted from my clean hands to my shoes.Nike sneakers, my favorite pair of shoes, Charlie gave me this year for my birthday.

"I think he's very old, though he can't tell from the outside," said Carlisle softly. "Alice didn't see his face, but the clothes he wears are not suitable for old people."

"Very young..." I didn't feel that something was wrong there, I just continued, and I didn't want to sum it up for the second time. "In fact, I often suspect that he is lying to me, because his life is as weird as a loft in the sky, too old. But when I think that he said that he is a person who always tells lies, I am relieved. Whenever I can't understand what he is talking about, I probably suspect that he is teasing me. It seems that I have so many believers. It is to exercise my social skills and understand the world better. Why can't he make friends? In order to alleviate my habit of lying.

"He said he wouldn't lie to me, but I never believed it. I'm more inclined, he only lied to me, and then he lied enough to tell the truth to everyone he knew. After all, normal people, Isn't the people around him more important than talking to someone he doesn't know or meet? It's like I would choose to lie to believers instead of cheating on Charlie."

"Then do you still think it's all lies?"

"If he's a vampire, then I'll take him at his word." It's true that those lives are set on an old vampire.But even if he's a human CEO, or a rich vampire or something, it doesn't make sense to me now.

"Does he want to see you?" Carlisle thought for a while, then added, "I wrote to you, hoping to meet you."

"Just one time, he asked for a date with his convulsive, completely ignorant expression." I tried hard to remember, and my fingers turned white because of too much force.

"The world is a lie to me

You are like the only sunshine in the darkness, let me see the real existence clearly.

Are you about to fade now

you doubt your own existence

I can't let you decay,

I want to see you, my Claire. "

……

This is the general meaning of the letter, I murmured dreamily to myself.My eyes couldn't focus on the space at this moment, and I seemed to be back in the library of the University of Washington. The bright sunlight under the Gothic columns, the fine spots of light sprinkled on the man's hair, were as bright as the sun.

"He wanted to kill me. I was the one he wanted to kill in the first place." When I woke up with a start, I realized that C's letter was not an appointment to meet me at all, but that he had already planned to kill me when we met.

"Maybe, I don't know him well enough, so I can't conclude your conclusion with a single letter. In the end, he didn't kill you." Carlisle listened to me quietly, he is really a good listener, what? When to be silent, when to speak, he grasped the rhythm and scored perfectly.

"I know, damn it, I shouldn't have listened to him as eight parts lie and two parts truth, and if he never lied to me, then with the character he showed in his letters. He should He felt that I was useless, so he felt that he should send me to hell with his own hands." I became terrified belatedly, but a kind of crazy calmness allowed me to maintain my rational operation. "I don't know what use value I have for him to keep in touch with me by letters for so long, but I don't need to know, all I need to know is that he wants to kill me."

The darkness finally swallowed up the purple light, and the floor of the Karen's living room was covered with a film of cold gray.

Coming to this Sherlock Holmes-like conclusion gave me the illusion that I had time-traveled into a detective novel.This is the Twilight Zone, do I have to pay attention to whether that guy is a non-human when I interact with people in the future?

Now I don't worry about why C wants to kill me at all. I am not the same species as him, and we don't have the same brain circuit.

"He didn't kill you, Claire." Carlisle asked me to bring my attention back, obviously thinking that the vampire didn't want to kill me at all.

"Is there still value I haven't used up, what value do you think I have?" I asked him, this is the same creature that can really communicate with C.

"You have great potential." Carlisle concluded, "Although you don't feel it, there are always some differences between you and ordinary people."

I looked at him with embarrassment, what is the answer.I have been gloomy for so many years, and even an ordinary person would think that I am not ordinary. "It's not potential, it's value."

Carlisle stared at me for a while, his eyes focused on people and direct.The eyeballs in the eye sockets are like finely crafted handicrafts, they are indifferent and do not reveal any vivid emotions.I straightened my back, with my long hair draped behind me in a mess, my hands clasped tightly, and I stared at him.

"It's of no value," Carlisle said, shrugging his shoulders slightly like he had to take a deep breath. "You have no necessary value to us, you are just our friend, Claire."

"Unfortunately, I hope those vampire cops don't know that you have a human friend, I can already see myself being torn into jerky, hanging on the Olympic coastline, looking out at the Pacific Ocean." I stared at the dead fish eyes and laughed said without a smile.

"If you're right that you escaped bad luck because you have some value, then he will definitely come again. No matter what the reason is, you are dangerous." Carlisle added immediately after speaking, "Those so-called policemen It's impossible to know you exist, no one will tell, trust me."

Of course I believe in you, because what else can I do but believe in you?

I really want to hug my head and roll on the polished concrete floor of Karen's house regardless of my image. Doctor, do you think my post-traumatic stress disorder is not serious enough, and I am desperately emphasizing that my surroundings have become a cliff with many dead ends.

I froze for a while, and before Carlisle could speak, the words finally popped out of my mouth, it was really grinding my teeth. "I might need some help, don't you think?"

Now I also feel that I am in danger, facing the fact that a vampire will come out at any time, I can't do anything.

"I think you're right." Carlisle smiled reassuringly and looked at me like a toddler.

"I also think Claire needs some food and drinks." Esme came from the piano, she came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, like a virtuous mother. "You've been chatting for too long, she needs these."

"Esme likes you," Carlisle said with a wink, obviously amused by the fact.

"Thank you." I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, hoping to mobilize my emotions.

Rising with Carlisle, we headed for the kitchen, and as we passed the central staircase, Edward in a jumper came down from the second floor.There is a faint bruise under his eyes, and the color of his eyes is very black, darker and richer than the dark clouds outside the window.

Seeing his laziness with his hands in his pockets and half-bowed body, those who didn't know thought this guy had just woken up.

You've been eavesdropping on me, sure.Think making yourself look bleary-eyed is going to cover up the fact that you're sneaking up there?

Edward stretched out his hand to stroke his drooping bangs indifferently, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

I despise him.

Edward glanced at me sideways, and finally muttered reluctantly: "Unexpectedly, you are too loud."

You can plug your ears.

I continued walking blankly, Carlisle seemed to be aware of our confrontation, he smiled and left first.Oh, the kitchen.

"You can't remember that guy's face?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, the tone was more determined than the person involved.

I stopped and turned my head to look coldly at Edward with a dead face.

"Just now, when you were describing your acquaintance with Carlisle, you suddenly found that you couldn't remember the man's face. Like Alice, she only saw his clothes in the prediction." Edward pointed Pointing to his own head, the brown-blond hair curled up randomly.

"Well, I can't remember." I finally nodded, and I wondered if the blow was too big and I lost my memory due to fright.I can clearly recall the first time I met C, the clothes he wore, the way he walked, his cold breath, his glowing skin, the scattered hardcover books in the library, and the falling red tulips.

And his smile.

There is no description of his appearance.

Whether his hair is long or short, whether his hair color is warm or cold, the contours of his face, everything about him... features that I can recognize.

Disappeared completely.As if on purpose, someone used a carving knife to remove these delicate things one by one.That was a big project because I couldn't even think about it.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Edward muttered dissatisfiedly, skipped three steps in one step, and walked to the kitchen.

"Probably." I said concisely, if I forgot, I forgot, even if I put the knife on my neck, I couldn't remember it.And I always have the sense of seeing that the more I know, the sooner I die.

Once again I had the pleasure of having dinner at Karen's, I keep forgetting to buy presents and I don't want to go back to this group of... people.

The things Esme makes are very standard, whether it is color, fragrance or tableware.When I see some familiar dishes, I have a feeling of going back in time.

"Edward said you like Chinese food." Esme untied her apron and sat on the chair opposite me.

The corner of my mouth pulled, I hate Edward said.

Esme smiled at me, making me look down at the food a little embarrassedly.

Opposite the counter in the Karen's kitchen is a long pane of glass, or more precisely a wall of glass.The transparent glass makes the kitchen look wider. The fir branches outside the window are slanting across. Not far away, you can see the river rushing out of the forest. On both sides of the river is a large area of ​​fluffy green wild grass.

Whenever summer comes, the days of sunshine will increase.The snow-covered areas of the mountains will melt all year round, exposing grasslands and forming forest streams.

I was sitting right in front of the glass window, and the only people sitting with me were Carlisle, Esme, and Edward.

"It's delicious." I scooped the white rice with a long-necked silver spoon as if nothing had happened.Although I was used to using chopsticks a long time ago, the owner only had knives and forks and could only make do with it.

Esme has been looking at me expectantly, it seems that she has never tasted anything she made.

I forked another piece of chicken, and the peanuts and green peppers on it reminded me, is this Kung Pao Chicken?

You have to have a strong heart to come to Karen's for dinner, you eat alone and they watch you eat.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you a question." I happily grilled the rice without looking at them.

"Huh?" Carlisle smiled, like a bosom brother who would answer any question you asked.

Edward has already started to cough, it seems that he is destined to be shocked by me.

I pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "You often call yourself vampires, so vampires are your official names."

This title is a downright derogatory term on the human side.By the way, when I talked to these guys, they didn't care at all, and even vampires and vampires yelled so happily after me.

Sure enough, non-human brain circuits look different from normal people.

…Carlisle was silent for a few seconds, then he continued to smile, and smile again.

"We generally don't call ourselves vampires." Edward's teeth were a little gritty when he said these three words, although he seemed to want to ignore it.

"Then what do you call yourself?" I had a spare rib in my mouth, the sweetness and sourness were just right, it seemed that Esme made it after watching a Chinese recipe or a Chinese food show.It's really hard for her, it's a technical job for me to deal with a pile of things that I can't eat so delicately.

"Maybe it's a vampire...or a noble creature..." Edward's mouth twitched even more, apparently he felt that this title was no better than a vampire.

"Noble creatures..." I fell silent, what kind of pretentious creatures are these.And possibly, are you sure you really know what creature you are called?Even the cedar tree outside the window has its own genus, don't tell me you are not as good as plants.

"Actually, vampires sometimes look very vivid after listening to them for a long time." Carlisle said with a smile, how tolerant he is, how tolerant and broad-minded he is.

"Or the blood race is more normal." Edward struggled.

"It's fine if you think it's good, after all, that's what you're called." I concluded and ate.

The author has something to say: There is always a process for C to appear. This is an article, not an outline. Forgive the procrastinating author for procrastinating text and plot.