[Twilight] Amis

Three days later, Laila met Thelma, who hadn't seen her for a long time, in the girls' dormitory.

When the door opened, she saw Thelma leaning out in home clothes, her face a little pale.

Seeing it was her, Thelma froze for a moment, then hurriedly turned away and invited her into the room.

The conditions in the girls' dormitory are actually quite good.

After entering the house, Laila habitually looked around and commented in her heart.

There is a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small double bedroom with a balcony. However, there is only one bed in the bedroom with sheets, quilts and other bedding, and the other bed is piled with some sundries.

"You live alone?" she asked.

"There was a roommate, but she left the dormitory last semester." Thelma replied, "Actually, it's more convenient to live alone."

"Yeah." Laila nodded in agreement.

"Why did you think of coming to me today?" Selma asked her, saying this did not mean that she was not welcome, but simply surprised.

"I..." Laila hesitated, then said, "The matter of the old principal... I'm very sad."

Hearing this, Selma's expression froze slightly, then she lowered her eyelids, her thick eyelashes cast a circle of fan-shaped shadows on her face, just covering the emotions in her eyes.

"You knew already?"

"Edward told me that you are the granddaughter of the old headmaster." After a pause, she asked worriedly, "Are... are you okay?"

Thelma seemed to sigh lightly, then raised her eyes, all the emotions in her eyes had been covered up.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," she smiled lightly, "Grandpa is getting old, I've thought that such a day will come...I'm mentally prepared."

Laila looked at the smile carefully, but found no forced taste in it, felt relieved, nodded, and said, "It's fine."

After the topic was over, the two fell into silence for a while.

Laila's gaze wandered aimlessly, from the soft-looking little blue bed to the bedside table full of snacks, then to the books stacked vertically in the cabinet, and finally to a book on the desk. In the corner of the photo——

On the sunny meadow, a middle-aged man and woman stood close together, smiling brightly at the camera.The man is tall and strong, while the woman has a soft face and a little fat.

"They are my parents." Thelma's voice suddenly sounded, and Laila looked at her, and found that she was also looking at the photo, and there seemed to be a look of reminiscence on her face.

"Don't look at their innocent smiles in the photos, in fact, their personalities are quite naughty. When I was young, they always teased me that I was not their own, but picked up from the garbage dump, which made me always I was worried that I would be abandoned by them, but when I grew up a bit, I finally understood that they were lying to me, but it was a pity that they really abandoned me not long after..."

"Selma..." Laila called softly, not knowing how to comfort her.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," Thelma shrugged freely, and turned her face to smile at her, "No one has to rely on anyone to live a good life, and after a long time, you will get used to... living alone. "

"Yes, you're right." Laila responded in a low voice, her eyes dimmed, as if to hide something, or to avoid something, she avoided Thelma's sight and turned to the photo on the desk again.

The moment her gaze returned to the photo, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Does your dad like playing rugby?" She asked, looking at the rugby held under the middle-aged man's arm.

"Yeah, I heard from my grandfather that my father liked playing football since he was a child. He was the main player of the school football team when he was in college." After a pause, Selma added, "I also like this game very much. athletic."

"Is this—a family tradition?"

"No," Selma said, smiling, "my grandpa didn't like any sports, in fact."

"Oh." Laila nodded understandingly, and then asked, "Then what does he like to do?"

"Read books, raise cats."

"Don't you have a hobby of collecting?"

"collect?"

Laila rubbed her nose and said casually: "I heard people say that the elderly generally have a hobby of collecting, such as collecting some antiques and gems."

"The person who told you that must be a money junkie," Thelma smiled and shook her head. "Grandpa is not interested in what you just said. His hobbies are very simple, so simple that almost all of them..." She wrinkled her nose, "It's monotonous."

***

After leaving Thelma's dormitory, Laila walked out of the school with her head slightly lowered.

At this time, although the sky was still relatively bright, it was already mealtime, and the aroma of food wafted from Mrs. Fauci's restaurant, luring passers-by on the road.

Laila stopped at the door of the restaurant, thought for a while, and walked inside.

When Edward found Laila, she was slowly enjoying a sumptuous dinner, chicken and mushroom soup, black pepper steak, macaroni, berry pie... the height of the food on the plate was impressive.

"Good evening." He pulled away a chair beside her and sat down, glanced at the dinner plate in front of her, coughed lightly, and said tactfully, "Your appetite looks...um, very good."

Lyra poked her head out from behind the food and gave him a nod of greeting.

"I didn't order all of these." She said after swallowing the food in her mouth, with a distressed tone.

Edward followed her and glanced in the direction of Mrs. Fauci - at this time, the other party was busy greeting the guests at other tables, and the corners of his lips raised in a clear manner.

Mrs. Fauci's hospitality is well known in the town.

"Hey, young man, would you like something? Today's berry pie is very good." Mrs. Fauci's most powerful man—her husband came to their table and asked Edward with a smile. He was a little bald middle-aged man.

"No, thank you." Edward politely declined.

Mr. Fauci's smiling eyes lingered between the two of them, and the meaning in those eyes made Edward very happy.

Lyra, who happened to be looking down at the steak, missed the look.

"What can I do?" She asked Edward after Mr. Fauci's footsteps moved away from their table.

Edward took out a stack of papers and put them on the table in front of her, "This is what you asked me to look up last time... about the old principal's personal information." He lowered his voice and said.

Hearing this, Lila immediately stopped the movements in her hands. She put down the knife and fork, raised her head and looked at Edward, and found something special in his eyes.

"Look here," Edward turned to one of the pages of the document, and motioned her to read a section of text outlined in a red wavy line, "I found this by accident when I was investigating the old headmaster's life."

Laila looked towards where he was pointing, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Thank you." She whispered, reaching out her hand, intending to put away the document.

A pale, cold and hard hand suddenly pressed her hand.

"What are you going to do?" Edward asked in a deep voice, staring into her eyes.

She pursed her lips, but did not answer.

"Don't worry about this matter, let me handle it." His tone was a bit forceful, "Promise me."

"... Don't worry." After a while, she said slowly.

Edward breathed a sigh of relief, and the strength under his palms relaxed accordingly.She withdrew her hand, took the document, and stuffed it into the schoolbag beside her.

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