I didn't know you were such a vampire

Qiaoya naturally didn't believe Ezio's remarks about making friends out of nothing, she prevaricated and wanted to drive Ezio out of her house, but Ezio didn't get angry because of this, but smiled even brighter, and said He kept adding fuel to the fire on the Internet: "Looking at Qiao Ya's expression, she should have picked it up more than once...and she's quite happy..."

Qiao Ya argued: "As an assassin, of course I have smashed through the windows of many people!"

Ezio said seriously: "Yes, then you should be used to it, instead of rushing to drive me out..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ya had kicked him out of the room, and then closed the door heavily in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and hummed a little song that is popular now among Monteriggioni blacksmiths. Leave slowly.And Qiao Ya put her ear on the door, and after confirming that Ezio had left, she exhaled, turned around, put her back against the door, and squatted down slowly.

In the evening, orange sunlight slanted into the room, gently wrapping the diary belonging to Martina on the desk and the pottery cup next to the diary.

The cup she took away from Florence was taken away by Caius, but when she returned to Monteriggioni, she found that the cup with Apollo's tilted head seemed to be the closest part of Monteriggioni. As time goes by, whether it's the Auditore Manor or the old Crowe's tavern, when she opens and closes her eyes, she can always see this painting that looks like a child's graffiti.

The originally heroic and majestic ancient Greek sun god tilted his head and looked at her in the twilight, as if he had asked her a question and was quietly waiting for her answer.

"Joya, what do you really want?"

Qiao Ya sighed and put her hand on her forehead.

She thought that after seeing too many outstanding younger brothers and sisters in the Borgia family, she would become immune to beautiful faces, but she didn't expect that Yangou was still Yangou. When the blond boy took off his hood, he was inevitably confused by that extremely beautiful face.

She also felt that she was just the cause of Yangou's essence.

Whether it is the rain-soaked teenager on the window sill on a rainy night, a hug when her life is hanging by a thread, or the legendary stories he told about thousands of years ago, they are all additional products of this beautiful face.

However, when she was about to leave Florence, when Ezio told her that if she wanted to see someone she liked, she should boldly climb up her window. The first thing that came to her mind was Caius's strange and beautiful red pair. Eye.

In fact, there is no such thing as a beautiful face, and the Volturi family are all outstanding.

But every time she broke into her dreams, there was only that beautiful and sinister face, like an angel and a devil sawing in her mind at the same time.

"Is it wrong to want to meet someone you like? No."

Qiao Ya, the straight man who has been entangled for two lifetimes, suddenly understands today what is meant by "I probably fell in love with him."

Then, she stood up from the ground and ran to the window. It had just rained, and there were still wet traces of rain on the dark gray bricks and stones that make up the city. It slammed into her field of vision.

For the first time, this gloomy city became vivid in her eyes.

In the early morning, the rising sun pierced the morning mist covering the sky, and a few rays of light leaked out, which was the prelude to Monteriggioni waking up from his deep sleep.

Joya woke up earlier than before. Before most people in the Auditore Manor woke up, she had already packed her luggage, took Martina's diary, and went to the In the stables in the backyard, among several heroic horses, I found a good friend from the previous trip, the big black horse.

When the big black horse saw her from a distance, it neighed extremely excitedly. She trotted to the front of the stable, first patted the horse's neck to comfort her, and then led it out of the stable and walked around the backyard. After passing the statue of Amunet, he walked to the stairs leading to the town and the city gate in front of the manor.

On the training ground in front of the Auditore Manor, someone has already started fighting training for this day. Qiaoya was still wondering who else in this manor is so diligent besides herself, and that person turned her head when she heard the sound of horseshoes. It was Ezio.

This was the first time Joya saw Ezio get up so early for training.

Ezio raised his eyebrows, put away his weapon, put one hand on the guardrail of the training ground, jumped over the guardrail lightly and deftly, and asked as he walked towards Qiao Ya, "It's so early."

Qiao Ya said, "Aren't you the same?"

"There is no harm in waking up earlier than the Templars." Ezio said, "I decided to wake up earlier than the Templars every day."

Qiao Ya recalled it carefully, Rodrigo Borgia seemed to get up very early every day, and heard from his senior assistant, Mr. Brandao, that the cardinal was usually dark on Sundays. He got up and prepared for the high mass on Sunday. Even Pope Innocent VIII, who was not in harmony with him, admired his hard work.

She coughed, but did not tell Ezio that the Templar Grand Master's daily wake-up time was very contrary to the human biological clock.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Ezio said again: "Let's go now? Don't you want to say hello to Mario and Claudia?"

"I said it last night, but the departure time was slightly advanced." Qiao Ya couldn't help yawning as she spoke.

Ezio nodded and laughed again: "This is the first time I've seen you so tired. Seeing your dark circles, you must have not slept well all night."

Qiao Ya's yawning posture suddenly stopped, and then she touched her nose. After a long time, she said in a low voice: "That... the girl you once broke through the window, do you still like her?"

She saw that the smile on Ezio's face became a little stiff, and he scratched his hair unnaturally, before saying, "It's been so many years..."

"After so many years, don't you like it?"

Ezio sighed: "No." He thought about it carefully, and then said slowly, "She is my lover, and I loved her very much at that time, and I never thought of being with anyone other than her. At the same time, I never thought that one day we would be forced to separate. If the accident later happened, then I should have become a bank operator, and I have given birth to several children with her... But After I killed Uberto and became a wanted man in Florence, none of this existed. After I returned to Florence, she told me that because I was hopeless, she finally accepted her father's arrangement and made an appointment with someone else. I made a marriage contract..."

"Then you started your career wandering in the flowers." Qiao Ya continued his words.

The corner of Ezio's mouth twitched slightly: "Why does your speaking style look more and more like Claudia's?"

Qiao Ya smiled: "In order to make this topic not so sad."

"Love is not always sad, at least when I think about it now, when I climbed up to her window at the age of 17, hugged her waist and kissed her..."

Qiao Ya quickly interrupted him: "Wait a minute, I don't think it's necessary to go into such detail."

Ezio raised an eyebrow with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't think the story of Florence's pedantry is suitable for a 16-year-old girl like me..."

"You are not allowed to speak like Claudia." Ezio said, and paused, "What's wrong with being 16 years old, many 16-year-old girls have become mothers."

Qiao Ya trembled when she heard these words.

"And the newly promoted assassin of our brotherhood is still a coward." Ezio sighed.

"I'm not a coward," Joia muttered.

"Then why don't you tell Ricardo quickly whose window you climbed." Ezio said with raised eyebrows.

Qiao Ya laughed dryly, hurriedly led the big black horse, and slipped towards the stairs leading to the city gate. While running, she waved her hand and said, "If I dreamed of him today, I will tell him instead of you."

The thought-provoking words of Ezio Auditore, the famous love mentor of the Rome branch of the Assassin Brotherhood, led to the new unofficial member of the Rome branch of the Assassin Brotherhood, Joia, who set off from Monteriggioni until she arrived outside the city of Voltera , are still thinking about whether to continue to be a coward.

One person and one horse sit by the small river outside the city, the horse is grazing, while the person flips through the diary left by his mother, eager to find some guiding opinions on love from the diary of his mother when she was a girl.

However, Martina didn't seem to lose sleep at night because of liking someone, but because countless Florentine boys sang ditties in front of her window every night, making her sleepless, and finally one day, she was so angry Next, a basin of water was poured out of the window, and Ricardo, who was under her window sill, was the first to be doused.

Ricardo was numb all over, hesitatingly said to the stunned Martina who was standing by the window holding an empty basin, "I, I heard that there are apprentices guarding under your window every night... I, I, I'm here to protect you."

Martina blinked: "Yes, yes?"

Ricardo: "Yes, yes, yes..." He "yes" for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, and said, "I didn't want to protect you because there are disciples, I, I want to protect you." Your life!"

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Qiao Ya slapped her thigh: "Wonderful!" The big black horse, which was gnawing grass in shock, turned to look at her.

After patting her thighs, she squinted her eyes and touched her chin, muttering to herself: "But this is not appropriate. First of all, Caius won't spray me with water. The most important point is that no one dares He sang a little song under the window."

After a pause, she suddenly realized: "I dare!"

During her college life in her previous life, every few months in the female dormitory where she lived, there would be boys playing guitar and singing downstairs to confess their love. After a while, a shy girl would come out of the dormitory gate.

This is probably the closest time for Qiao Ya, who is obsessed with extreme sports and far from love, to be in love with a man and a woman.

Qiao Ya put away the diary, stood up, patted the neck of the big black horse, and said, "I am not a coward, and I know what I want, so I will tell him what I think." She smiled Said, "Thanks to Ricardo and Martina, I think the method of singing under his window is pretty good."