[The Twilight Saga·Carlyle] Hidden God

Opposite Rome Leonardo Da Vinci International Airport, there is a clean and beautiful square. ——There is an exquisite fountain here, covered with ivory marble floor tiles, and white pigeons flap their wings and land on the shoulders of passers-by, lowering their heads to snatch the delicious tortillas in their hands.Several youths in red shirts run a band on one side of the square, playing a very brisk rock music, attracting the attention of tourists.

Tom Jeremy was lying leisurely on the counter of his small shop at this time, his fingers beating out a crisp rhythm with the rock music. ——It is 9:[-] in the morning, and there are still more than three hours before the lunch rush, so he can take a little time to be lazy, looking at the scene outside the shop in a daze.

Today is another day of peace and tranquility. ——Combining what he has experienced, it has been 4 years.Although his father has been urging him to go to college quickly, he prefers to open a gourmet restaurant in such a place, watching all kinds of people patronize, sharing their stories, and living a relatively leisurely life.

I feel like an old man who is indifferent to life and death. — But that's not bad either.

"jingle--"

The glass door of the shop was pushed open.

A child in a dark blue shirt walked quickly towards the counter holding a brand new 100 Euro bill. ——The boy has short black hair, a pair of blue cat eyes, and looks like an Asian.

"Hello, boy.—Excuse me, what do you need?" Tom puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and greeted the other party in the Chinese he had just learned not long ago.

But the effect is far from ideal. —the latter can't understand at all.

Edmund tilted his head and gestured at him for a long time before asking word for word: "Excuse me, do you speak English?"

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. ——It seems that this little guest's English is not bad.In this way, he doesn't have to worry about communication problems.To be honest, his Chinese is really bad.The 14 characters just now are almost his limit.

"Hello, is there anything I can do for you?" Tom asked with a smile.

"I want a cheese bun, two hot dogs, and a glass of iced lemonade." The boy put the euro in his hand on the counter, raised his small face and looked at Tom expectantly, "I just passed by the square. It smells delicious."

"Thank you for the compliment, boy." Tom turned around immediately, gave the change to the boy with Asian features, and started chatting with him while preparing hot dogs, "Where are you from?"

"U.S."

"Oh! That's so far away.—I thought you were Chinese at first."

"I have Chinese ancestry, but I've never been there."

"So you're half-breed?—Are you coming to Italy for sightseeing this time?" Tom turned over the hot dog, carefully packed the cheese bun into a paper bag, and handed it to the boy along with iced lemon juice.

"Yes."

"With family? With friends? Or at a school event?"

"Just me and my father."

"Oh.—That's not bad. It's more free to go out with your family, isn't it?"

"Well. I agree with you." Edmund turned his head to look out the window, and then looked at the hot dog in the pot, looking a little anxious.

"You must be starving," Tom quipped.

"Oh—actually, it's because my father is still waiting for me over there." The boy sat on the chair and swayed his legs, "He doesn't worry about me coming alone."

"You can have him come with you."

"Oh! ——He is discussing something with others, it's more important, and he can't leave for a while." The boy lowered his head and took a sip of lemon juice, then narrowed his eyes happily, "This is really delicious."

"Haha, thanks for the compliment, boy.—and here you go, your hot dog." Tom handed over the lunch box.

The boy took his things, jumped off the chair, waved to him, opened the door, quickly crossed the square and the road, and ran into the waiting room of the airport.

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"Carlisle!" Edmund quickly ran towards the man on the bench with the plastic bag in hand. ——That fair little face turned red because of the long-distance running at this time, making him even more lovely.

Carlisle stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket, reached out and rubbed the boy's hairy head.

"It's over. ——I'm lucky, the other party can speak English." Edmund held up the delicious hot dog like a treasure, and his blue cat's eyes were bent like a beautiful crescent moon.

"Well.—Eat it quickly." Carlisle said with a smile, "The car will deliver it later."

"Can we go see the Colosseum?"

"Wherever you want."

"Great!" The boy cheered, and then quickly attacked the food in his hand.

Ten minutes later, Carlisle took Edmund out of the airport waiting room and took the elevator down to the underground parking lot. ——The "young" parent had a quick exchange in Italian with a brown-haired man standing by a vending machine before being handed a brand new car key.

"What car did you buy?"

"DBS Ultimate."

"Haven't heard of it."

"A sports car from Aston Martin.—You'll like it." Carlisle led the boy around a corner in the slightly dim corridor of the parking lot, and then pointed out the expensive sports car to him.

Due to his young age and having been living in a remote town in the United States, Edmund doesn't know much about cars.In his world, the Chevrolet Bumblebee is the most handsome sports car. This idea can be said to be deeply rooted, and Emmett can't persuade him at all.But today, thanks to Tocarlisle, the boy finally put Bumblebee completely behind him.

This new DBS Ultimate clearly continues Aston Martin's strong self-style.It has the unique low front of the sports car, with the design of the large air intake mouth, and the deep front xenon headlights. ——The overall appearance is very dexterous, round and sexy, reflecting bright luster under the illumination of the overhead searchlight.

"Look inside." Carlisle rubbed Edmund's head and handed over the car keys. —the latter immediately opened the door, groaning in admiration while fondling the interior's black leather seats, chromed metal strips and mahogany trim.

"Great!!!" The boy looked at Carlisle with burning eyes, "Are we going to drive this car for a few days?"

"I think so."

"How much is it?" Edmund returned the car keys to the vampire sitting in the driver's seat, and quickly put on his seat belt, "300 million?"

Carlisle laughed, but did not answer. ——If you tell the boy that this is a global limited-edition sports car, he may be too excited to fall asleep.

"Where do we go first?"

"You decide."

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The trip to Rome was more interesting than Edmund had imagined. ——He and Carlisle visited many places together, and did not return to the bustling city until evening.

Carlisle parked the car in front of a hotel, opened the car door and hugged the half-asleep boy by the waist. ——The latter rubbed his eyes, barely opened a small slit, and closed his eyes again with peace of mind after seeing that the person holding him was Carlisle.

"Sleep, Edmund. ——Leave the rest to me." Carlisle stroked Edmund's back and said in a low voice. —his boy must have been exhausted from four o'clock in the morning until not long ago.

"Well—I want to sleep in a big bed."

"I know." Carlisle mumbled.

Edmund behaved quite honestly that night. He huddled under the quilt and slept soundly until the next morning without even kicking his legs.

The boy yawned, rubbed his wet eyes, lifted the thin quilt stiffly like a robot and sat up, with his messy hair, he began to look around for the figure of his parents.

Almost in the next second, he saw the handsome vampire standing on the balcony and making a phone call. ——The other party seemed to realize that the boy had gotten up, so he turned around and knocked on the glass door of the balcony, signaling the other party to wash up first.

Edmund made an "understanding" gesture to him, then obediently got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

The boy lingered in the bathtub for a long time, and when he came back, Carlisle was already sitting by the bed waiting.

"Slept well last night?"

"Very good.——I didn't even have a dream." The boy pulled the towel off his head and put it around his neck, walked quickly across the room and sat down next to Carlisle, "When I fell asleep, you what are you doing?"

"I've been reading." Carlisle smiled and pointed to the tall (20 inches by visual inspection) travel books on the wooden table in the room. "I want to make a perfect travel plan for us."

"... So many books? Can you read them? — Do you need my help?"

"It's okay to browse through it roughly. So you just need to give your own opinions and suggestions in appropriate places." Carlisle reached out to help Edmund straighten his white collar, and then passed a stack of papers over. ——The itinerary for the next few days is written on it in a very beautiful cursive font, which is astoundingly detailed.

"Perfect." The boy stuck out his tongue and returned it. "I have no opinion."

"Great." Carlisle raised the corners of his mouth, "Then we can get to the point now."

"The point?"

"About the Volturi."

The author has something to say: this is today's update, please eat it~

I don't know if there is a square opposite the Rome Leonardo Da Vinci International Airport, it's all because of me.The reason why Carlisle didn't go shopping with Edmund was because it was sunny outside and he couldn't shine in the public.

PS: Why do I feel that the writing of Ed is getting smaller and smaller--.