[Twilight] Bright sunshine

Gianna put on a long coat with a hood for me. The temperature in Volterra in autumn is just right. When it's hot, it doesn't exceed [-] degrees Celsius, and when it's cold, it's about ten degrees Celsius.

It's raining today, Jaina put the hood on for me and whispered in my ear as she leaned over.Therefore, the temperature will be lower than the usual cloudless and sunny days.

The coat looked gray, lighter than black, and had no pattern except for the silver thread on the sleeves and the edges of the buttons.

After coming here for a few days, I have no impression of Volterra except for the grape fields that I vaguely saw from the Greek colonnade at the beginning.It doesn't matter whether it's sunny or cloudy outside, whether it's sunny or windy.The sealing and sound insulation here are top-notch, which is typical of the sky and the earth.

Jaina led me out again. I don't know how much she was afraid of Caius. Anyway, when she walked to the front hall, her calmness disappeared, and her hands rubbed nervously.

I knew where Caius was waiting for me, and I didn't want one more person to suffer like me. When I passed the corridor, I took a few more steps to get in front of Jaina, and then picked up the coat that grew below my knees and ran.

I was running fast, and the long hair that Jaina had combed carefully for me was pushed out of the hood, and the hood was finally lifted by the momentum of my running.Go past the elevator around the corner and skip a walkway staircase.Although the lights at the front desk were not oil lamps, for some reason, the overall tone of the Volturi was nailed to a gloomy and dark tone, and if more sunlight came in, it would kill them.

Compared with Karen's family, which is full of glass and tidy, here is the horrible adjective called "old", which eats up all the fresh colors one bite at a time.

Cold, lifeless, complicated, silent, every step you take is history.

Rushing to the front desk, he found that Caius had changed out of his antique aristocratic attire. He was wearing a black suit jacket, his trousers were ironed straight, and a red scarf was wrapped around the neckline.Red and black are always the most popular matching colors. He really likes scarves, for fear that people won't see that he is afraid of the cold.

He was so prominent that I accidentally mistook him for a geographic coordinate.I rushed too fast and couldn't stop at all. Is there any anti-slip measures on the floor? The shoes I wear are a pair of simple short boots with dark flat soles.The shoes don't look like what's popular in this day and age, and are traditionally marked with the shoe company's initials on the sole.Gianna chose this pair of shoes for me because of the rainy weather. She said that the shoes were made by a family workshop that opened in the early [-]th century and has been passed down to the fourth generation.

This pair of shoes, which are shiny and made of excellent leather materials, did not help me at all, because I almost fell headfirst on Caius in embarrassment.

The consequence of running too fast is the scene of a disastrous car accident, and Caius didn't know how to dodge it. If he knew how to take two steps back, my face would not hit his chest.His silky scarf can't alleviate the tragedy of me jumping on it at all. The non-human body seems to be made of bones. It is pale and has a hardness exceeding ten on the Mohs scale. Whoever hits it will be broken.

I felt like I was hitting the concrete wall, and the pain was so painful that I completely forgot that Caius was a vampire, and the pain grabbed all my attention.As soon as I wanted to push him away, I didn't move at all. I could only cover my face with my hands for the first time, squatted down, and swallowed back the painful voice.It took me a while to realize that Caius' pant leg was next to me.

I felt a little ashamed, so I covered my nose with my hands in silence, and quickly wiped away the painful tears with my fingers.After silently counting one, two, three and getting ready, he stood up again.Pretending that nothing happened, he squinted at Caius and said in a firm tone, "Okay."

Caius caressed the place I hit with his fingers indifferently. His cold eyes were dark brown. I'm sure he was wearing contact lenses, and he couldn't see the unnaturalness unless he looked carefully.

My clumsy attitude entertained him very well, this guy glanced at me, raised his noble chin with a high-end air, and smiled coldly.

Once again I liked Dmitry, who was lean and handsome with one hand bent back.He wears a pure black hooded long coat on his other arm. Except that the color is darker than mine, the design is of the same origin.

Dmitri walked over immediately without turning his eyes. Caius naturally stretched out his hand and asked him to put his coat on.

I really can't understand this decadent aristocratic class. Is there any non-human ICAC that can report it.They must have been corrupt, committed crimes, killed people, lived too long, and lived too long to be thieves.

Well, I really don't know how long they lived. 100 years, or 200 years?Looks like it's from the Middle Ages...five 600 years?

In fact, it's hard to see, because vampires don't live as long as outsiders think.Back then, I faced the pressure of the whole school's public opinion, and the lunch meeting with the Karen's family was not useless.

At least the debate about the age of vampires was one of the Cullens' entertaining lunchtime conversations.It's more because I, an ignorant little white, hope to help me popularize some common sense about vampires, so that I won't be so stupid to die on those common sense after encountering them.I shouldn't have known that much, but sometimes dinner table discussions get out of hand.

The age of a vampire will always be fixed on the day of his conversion, including the way of character and handling of things. If you are converted at the age of three or four, then your IQ and cognition will be frozen in your infancy, and you will have no chance to grow up.

If you are converted at the age of seventeen or eighteen, Edward’s age, then it will be difficult for Edward’s mentality to transition to his old age of a hundred years old. At most, he will change from a 17-year-old with a secondary disease to an older secondary. sick.Essentially, no matter how many years he passes by, his youth sees and feels things the same way.

A 100-year-old boy who has lived for 17 years and a 17-year-old boy who has lived to an octogenarian state are two completely different expressions.

In fact, ever since I learned about this kind of thing, I have been caught in the whirlpool of paradox and absurdity for a while.

The reason why a person grows is because time brings enough experience to make you mature. Time can change everything about you, allowing you to experience the four seasons flawlessly throughout your life from child, teenager, middle age, and finally closing your eyes.

But vampires don't feel this way, no matter what time brings them, their essential age will remain unchanged in that transformed time.

They can learn more knowledge, more ways of doing things, more worldly tact, and experience more strange encounters.

But can never grow again.

This is simply too strange, as if something is broken, time will really lose its effect on them.

Their only sense of the passage of time is a negative fatigue if they live too long, and a gradual loss of emotion.

And then, no more.The 17-year-old is still 17 years old, and the child is still a child.It was weird, I concluded, and eventually the Cullens thought it was weird too.

Caius looked to be in his early 20s, young, clean and refined, without a single wrinkle, except when he frowned.His character... is so violent that people want to slap him, so his inner age matches his appearance.

A young wayward ghost who never dies.

The wayward ghost calmly stretched out his hand to tidy up his sleeves. He still had the same tone with a strong sense of command for thousands of years. He said flatly and did not accept rebuttals: "Follow me, Claire."

I put down my hands covering my face, bowed my head and followed him. He walked very straight. Most people can't walk in a straight line like him. I almost got tangled when I walked in his rhythm.When I walked out of the front desk, I saw Jaina just walking over.She stood at the aisle and watched us leave very quietly.

When I passed by, I saw her suddenly grinning at me from a long distance away, and I froze for a while, not knowing whether to respond to her or not.Seeing that Caius walked over quickly, completely treating Jaina as nothing, I could only touch my nose helplessly and trot past.

This kind of work is actually very hard.

To go out, I have to take the elevator. I have lived for so many years, and it is really the first time that I clearly feel that the place where I live is too complicated to drive people crazy.Caius took it for granted, he walked into the elevator first.Dmitry then followed. He was a conscientious follower, with almost no expression, always standing behind Caius first.

The lights in the elevator were brighter than in the lobby, and those lights floated on their faces, giving them a dreamy sheen.

This beauty stands the test of any light, is profound and extravagant, and flourishes like a flower.

Unlike human beings, the color of life decays and withers at any time.

I stood at the elevator entrance and suddenly wanted to stop there. Whether it was Caius or Demetrius, the space they existed in formed an obvious sense of oppression.

"Come here, it's impossible to always stand there and wait for you." Caius didn't give me time to back off. His mood was less irritable and eager, and he looked much calmer and indifferent, but his desire to control did not change at all. .

He stretched out his hand, and the process of spreading his fingers under the light was like some kind of white flower blooming.

This kind of beauty is beyond the reach of human beings. I looked at his outstretched hand, and moved my fingers that rubbed against the clothes unnaturally, and then quickly put my hands behind my back, dead Hold tight.Without giving others a chance to react, the acuity of my body movement ability surpassed any of my physical education classes. I lowered my head and rushed into the elevator regardless, and shrank in a corner of the wall behind the elevator as if avoiding it.

The refusal came too fast, and Caius' hand was still in the air.

They turned their backs to me, and the silent and strange pressure enveloped the small space of the elevator again.

Dmitry stood stiffly, and all I could see was his hands behind his back like mine, twitching nervously, and then disappeared, his fingers already pressing the elevator buttons.The elevator door is closed, and the atmosphere is even more frightening. The frozen silence can't wait to press you down to the ground to confess.

I pretended nothing happened and continued to look down at my feet, a pastime I've recently found myself loving.His hands were still stretched out behind his back, pressing against the elevator wall. Although the injured hand was not as serious as it seemed at first, it was impossible to fully heal after only two days. After the incident, now I feel the pain again.

Caius didn't know what his expression was, he lowered his hand again.I pray that he has forgotten that there is someone like me, and don't look back.

Dmitry turned his head back. This short dark brown hair, whose appearance is very suitable for the handsome vampires that young girls love nowadays, twisted his mouth and frowned at me dramatically. The funny expression was clearly expressed in this dull atmosphere. "How dare you refuse him, you are dead".

Seeing it made me want to crook my mouth, and finally pursed my lips and continued to say one, two, three in my heart, but I didn't see anything.

The elevator opens quickly, though every second seems like an eternity to me.The theory of relativity can always remind you of the difference between time and time on certain occasions.

We walked out to a hall, no, it looked like a private history museum.I was a little surprised to see the paintings on the entire wall, the natural light was projected on the wall, and the girls in the elegant and light costumes of ancient Greece were sleeping on the edge of the cliff, their gorgeous lips were like rose flowers, and their plump thighs stretched out of their skirts. The expression is easy and natural.

It looks like the painting style of the Renaissance period, the girl's white chest is delicate and pure under the light and shadow.

Then there is a row of oil paintings, marble statues and various prints in the corner.

If these things are genuine, they are almost priceless.

In the limited time, I walked at the end, looked around and roughly appreciated these paintings.I don't know if I will have the chance to see these in the future. With the attitude of not seeing nothing but not seeing, I stuffed all the colors in the hall into my eyes, and swallowed them all in my heart.

Dmitry pushed the door open, and the sound of rain came in crisply.He quickly took out a red umbrella from a shelf at the door, opened it, and the sound of rain and wind falling on the umbrella surface was a vague mood.

Caius suddenly said, "Don't follow, this is Volterra."

Dmitry quickly let go of the umbrella handle, let his leader take it, and stepped aside.

"Claire." Caius stood at the door, holding an umbrella, and the rain hit his feet, splashing broken drops of water.

There was nothing wrong with him, and the way he called me was natural and familiar, as if we had known each other for a long time.In a way, we did know each other for a long time.

I walked over, cautiously, not daring to put my hands behind my back.Under the umbrella, the boots were just barely able to withstand the rain seeping from the ground.I followed in the footsteps of Caius and went out. Dmitri stood at the door and looked at us with a half-smile.

I was so close to Caius that our breaths intertwined.His temperature is colder than rain, and I can always feel a frosty smell on his body.

There is an alley outside the door. In the country of Italy, there are many small towns with historical luster like pearls hidden.In these small towns, the narrow stone roads and long alleys form a silent impression.

The walk in the rain was unhurried. After I was locked up for a few days, I walked out again and was far away from American Forks.Everything here is strange and gloomy, and the sky is gray and white on the umbrella.

Looking at the sloping red roofs in a trance, my hands became cold, and the coldness came suddenly. I wanted to break free, but found that I couldn't move.

Breathing gradually became heavy, Caius grabbed my hand and dragged me forward, can I be thankful that he grabbed my good hand?

We walked down the stairs and came to the corner, and it suddenly dawned on me.A huge square appeared in my line of sight, some people walked over holding umbrellas, the ancient stone walls looked unreal in the rain, I saw tall towers and buildings similar to palaces.

The tone was dull, a deep yellow soaked by heavy rain.

I unconsciously read out, "Yellow...Volterra." This place seems to have come from a long, long time ago.

Caius held my hand harder, the temperature of his fingers scalded my hand cold, and I couldn't warm him.

"Welcome to the Volturi, Claire." Caius said softly, serious and persistent.

The temperature of my fingers, the coolness penetrated into my flesh and bones.

The author has something to say: I think the tone of this article is slow. For some reason, the pace of my writing has been slow.

Looking at you helplessly, I'm just a snail.Oops.

I haven't had enough time recently, so I'm sorry for not replying to the comments.