I didn't know you were such a vampire

When the man in white made a sound, Qiao Ya fixed her eyes on him, but the light was dim, which greatly reduced the visibility of her eyes. She could only see the straight tip of his nose exposed under the white hood, and the top of his chin. Stubble, and lips with an old scar.

Judging from the voice, this man should be in his thirties, and his tone of voice naturally reveals a sense of bohemian and unrestrained energy.

Facing his teasing, Ricardo just patted Joya on the shoulder, with a soothing nature, probably because he was afraid that she would be frightened by this strange man, and then said softly: "Joya is Martina's daughter, Martina is sick, she came to see."

Hearing Ricardo mentioning Martina's illness, the man in white also became a little more serious. He sat up straight, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and asked, "Is Martina's condition stable?"

Ricardo still just smiled and didn't answer.

At this time, the coachman's soft shout came from outside the carriage. After the horse neighed for a while, the carriage stopped slowly. Qiao Ya turned her head and looked out from the window of the carriage. one flight of stairs.Before she could turn around, she heard the strange man say: "Ricardo, the situation is unstable recently, you...be careful."

But when she turned around again, she saw that the strange boy had already opened the door curtain of the carriage, and nimbly got out of the carriage. The door curtain fell along with it, shaking slightly in her sight.

She frowned slightly, and looked up at Ricardo, but saw that Ricardo closed his eyes tiredly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and seemed to feel Qiao Ya's sight, he opened his eyes and looked at Qiao Ya Come over, smiled and said, "Do you still want to read to Ma Ke tonight?"

"I promised him the day before, and I will tell him "Africa" ​​tonight." Qiao Ya couldn't help but smile when she thought of Marco's innocent blue eyes, "I read Petrarch to him two days ago." I wrote other long lyric poems, but he fell asleep, and he seemed to be very concerned about the fact that he fell asleep, he frowned, and gave me "Africa" ​​in a very solemn way."

Ricardo also smiled, as if he had thought of something, and said, "The book "Africa" ​​should be given to him by Martina. In the past, she was the one who liked reading the most in Totti's family. Later, she became ill and couldn't read anymore. Read to Marco, and give him all the previous books."

Qiao Ya nodded, thinking to herself that it's no wonder Marco likes to sit on the little golden stool and listen to her reading. At this time, Ricardo also stood up from his seat, walked towards the door of the carriage, opened the door curtain, and said: : "Then let's go home first." He paused, turned to look at Qiao Ya, and said, "The person you saw today..."

"You can't tell anyone, right?" Qiao Ya said, covering her lips with her right hand, "Don't worry, my mouth is tight."

Seeing her appearance, Ricardo couldn't help laughing, and said, "Besides this, I have to tell you one more thing."

"What?" Qiao Ya put down her right hand and asked curiously.

"He is Ezio Auditore." Ricardo said.

It wasn't until Ricardo opened the door curtain and jumped off the carriage that Joya realized it. She opened her eyes wide and wanted to rush out of the carriage and shout at Ricardo, is that Ezio?Was it the Ezio who assassinated the banner bearer of justice who framed his father, brother and younger brother in the Holy Cross Church in full view?

But she quickly covered her mouth again, and swallowed back the exclamation that welled up in her throat.

Although Lorenzo Medici proved that Giovanni Auditore did not commit treason not long after the Pazzi conspiracy and restored the reputation of the Auditore family, Ezio Auditore was still a walking As a character in the gray area, it's no wonder Ricardo asked her to keep it a secret.

Although unable to make a sound, she still became agitated silently in the carriage compartment.

The protagonist of the story I had heard sat across from her in the first few minutes.

It wasn't until the coachman knocked on the carriage and asked, "Miss Qiaoya, do you want to go somewhere else?" She tried her best to straighten her expression, lifted her skirt, and walked out of the carriage.

That night, the long narrative epic "Africa" ​​by the famous poet Petrarch successfully hypnotized Marco again. Before he finished reading the psalm, he had already put his face on her knees, fell asleep, and could hear the sound of thin breathing when he listened carefully.

Qiao Ya smiled, picked him up again, and put him on her bed.

It was late at night, but she no longer planned to sneak out in the dark, but took out the letter to Adriana from the "Ten Days Talk" that she brought from the Vatican, Following where I stopped a few days ago, I started to write again.

She mentioned the Ponte Vecchio, Piazza della Signoria, and the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore that she saw in the evening of that night. The narration in her pen stopped after getting into the carriage of Totti's family. At the end she wrote: "I am in Florence For a few days, I can meet many interesting things every day. If this letter is not sent out for a long time, then I will probably return to the Vatican with a stack of letter papers in the end, so please forgive me for the sudden end. We will see you again in the Vatican in the autumn."

After writing the last sentence, she felt a little dazed, put down her pen, rested her chin on her hands, looked at the scattered lights outside the window, and the erratic reflection of the lights on the Arno River, lost in thought.

In fact, she has not been in Florence for a long time, but she always feels that she has lived here for a long, long time.

Probably because this city is so beautiful, the climate here is pleasant, and the people here are also very enthusiastic. Compared with the Vatican, which is full of the Vatican, it is more like the world in which people live.

She let out a breath, folded the letter paper carefully, put it back in the "Ten Days Talk", and piled it on her messy desk.

All she needs to do now is to enjoy every day in Florence.

As a result, Qiao Ya was woken up by the sound of raindrops hitting the window early the next morning.

She yawned in a daze, thinking about opening the window, but just as the window was opened a crack, the wind and rain rushed in, blowing her spirits up, and she immediately closed the window tightly. After thinking about it, she felt uncomfortable. The window curtain was too cold, so the window curtain was pulled up.

It's just that his fingers just touched the velvet fabric of the window curtain, and he thought of the stormy night a few days ago for no reason. Through a window pane, Caius' face was as black as the bottom of a pot, so the hand that pulled the window curtain paused , and finally put it down again.

She stared at the curtains for a long time, then lowered her head, stared at her hands for a long time, finally shook her head desperately, then turned around immediately, ran to the door, and opened the door.

Sirio and Arturo were rescuing the spaghetti that had been sent to dry on the terrace on the third floor the day before. The two of them hurried down the stairs on the third floor with the whole lot of noodles on their shoulders, while Lisa walked from the porch on the first floor to the atrium In the aisle, I looked up and saw Qiao Ya standing in the corridor on the second floor, and shouted: "Miss Qiao Ya, just now a servant of the Medici family came to pass a message, saying that today's rain is too heavy, and club activities are temporarily cancelled. It's..."

Before she finished speaking, Arturo, who was walking on the side of the stairs carrying the crossbar for drying noodles, immediately stuck his head out and called to Lisa: "Which servant is here? Is it my Monica?" !"

……

But at this moment, Qiao Ya didn't have the heart to pay attention to this little episode. She pressed her hands on her aching forehead, thinking in her heart that God was probably helping Caius.

Obviously, she used aggressive tactics against Caius the night before, so there is a high probability that Caius will not give her the crown.

She was still very interested in what stories a bad-tempered vampire hunter could tell.

However, the weather is not beautiful, a rain disrupted all the small plans in her heart, disappointment is inevitable, although it is said that club activities can be held every other day, but——

"If you tell a good story, you can't tell a story if you miss one day."

Qiao Ya was lying on her big bed, almost biting the pillow with resentment.

And as keen as a trio, they soon discovered that Qiao Ya's expression was not right, so without her knowing, "Miss Qiao Ya was in a bad mood because she couldn't participate in club activities" had already spread. In this not too big Totti mansion, even Ricardo knocked on the door and came to offer condolences, making her confused.

"If Qiaoya, you like to participate in club activities, I can take you to my 'Madam Cherish Club'..." Ricardo said, "But our club is full of old men, and the daily activities It's to talk about two or three things about being in love with your wife, I'm afraid Qiao Ya, you are not used to it..."

"It's not just that I'm not used to it." Qiao Ya smiled bitterly, "I don't even have the qualifications to join the club, unless I marry a wife and go home now."

Ricardo also laughed: "I was a little worried when I heard Lisa and the others say that you were in a bad mood, but seeing that you are in good condition, I am relieved."

After sending Ricardo away, Qiao Ya closed the door and lay down on the big bed. Probably because she went to bed late yesterday and got up early today, coupled with the shock of the bad news, she always felt mentally weak. After that, he put his face against the pillow and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but she heard the sound of wind and rain, and this sound only appeared for a few seconds. After this period of time, the room returned to silence, so quiet that she could hear the slightest sound of footsteps. can see.

footsteps...

She opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head from the pillow, only to find that a naked person was already sitting on her chair beside the desk.

Such a drenched man, sitting on a chair, did not show any signs of distress. His right foot was folded on his left knee, his posture was elegant and noble, and the white Schumitz shirt on his body was completely soaked, tight It was firmly attached to his body, revealing his well-shaped chest and abdominal muscles.

Seeing Qiao Ya open her eyes and staring at him, he raised an eyebrow and said, "I thought you would sleep for a while."

"You, you, you..." Qiao Ya stammered, and finally found the right words in her chaotic mind, "Mr. Volturi, why are you here..."

"It's raining today." Caius said.

"I know, it's raining today." Qiao Ya almost scratched her hair anxiously, "It's noon now, you climb to my window, in case someone sees you..."

"It is impossible for anyone to see it." Caius said firmly, "No one's eyes can catch up with my speed."

Qiao Ya: "...Okay." She paused, and then said, "But it's broad daylight, Mr. Volturi, why are you here?"

Caius frowned: "I can't see anyone? Do I have to sneak here at night?"

Qiao Ya almost knelt down for him: "That's not what I meant!"

Caius put down his right foot, leaned his upper body towards Qiao Ya, and said, "Do you know what happens to people who don't know what's good and what's wrong with me?"

Qiao Ya: "... was killed by you."

Caius smiled mockingly: "Aren't you stupid?" He leaned back again, raised his chin, and said proudly, "Don't you want to hear me tell a story?"