Take your fangs, thanks

"...So, there's nothing wrong, right?" Josh scratched his hair, he knew Arman's teeth were loose too.It stands to reason that children at this age would not have a good memory, but when Arman found out that his teeth were loose, it could be said that he made a fuss, and Josh still vaguely remembered it.

Arman was terrified at the time, it was a matter of manly dignity.

The first rule of a man is not to lose his teeth.

Of course, Arman now knew what was going on, that all children had to go through this phase of tooth replacement, and vampires and humans were alike in this regard.

"It's nothing." Rigoletto let go of Josh's jaw.He is still immersed in the shock that his younger brother may have lost his teeth earlier than himself, and said bluntly: "Go to bed early, tomorrow is our first daytime activity."

Mentioning this, Josh became excited again.

This is the first time he has come into contact with the sun openly. It is bright and hot, and it is different from the tepid sunshine at dawn and evening. It is the light after the sun has completely jumped out of the clouds.

The three brothers of the Derwent family have always been very good at taking care of themselves. When Jack checked the sleeping situation from room to room, Rigoletto and Josh had already packed their luggage quickly. Arman was not good at these housework, but he I also tried my best to help make the bed.

In short, after Jack hastily dealt with a group of boys downstairs, he went upstairs and saw neatly stacked houses.Jack breathed a sigh of relief, his hair was flying around, and there were visible beads of sweat on his forehead, which showed that most of the luggage of the boys downstairs had been sorted out.

In fact, you can't ask too much of seven or eight-year-old children, so when Jack found that the three brothers hardly needed his help, it was a pleasant surprise.

He showed a naive smile in satisfaction, which complemented the bear ears on his head a little bit: "Not bad, I didn't get into trouble this time." He leaned over and rubbed Josh's hair with his hands, uh , It feels very comfortable in the hand. Unlike the common roughness of boys, Josh's hair is very soft, and it feels like touching a piece of cotton candy in his hand.

Jack couldn't hold back, and rubbed it a few more times.

Josh ducked away with his mouth curled up. Jack was about to make a joke, but when he looked up he saw Rigoletto looking at him with that cold look, so Jack let go subconsciously. He raised his hands half-jokingly Said: "Hey, I let your brother go, don't look at me like that."

"Hmph." Rigoletto said in a very cold voice, "Touching the head will make people grow taller."

Josh was taken aback by Rigoletto's words: "Huh?!" It's no fault of Josh, he would believe almost anything Rigoletto said, and he believed it without thinking about it at this time, he was shocked Hu: "Rig! Then you touched me so many times, is it because of this that I can't grow taller!"

"I..." Rigoletto stared dryly. What is shooting himself in the foot? He just wanted Josh to avoid getting scratched by Jack. Who knows that Josh remembers the trivial things in his daily life? so clear.

"Hahaha." Jack laughed out loud, it was quite amusing to see this cold-faced kid showing that expression, "Okay, you guys go to bed early today, tomorrow we will blow the bed whistle at eight o'clock on time, and have a good dream .”

Having said that, the three brothers lay obediently on the bed, watching the moonlight getting brighter and brighter, spilling on the floor of the wooden house through the gaps in the shutters, as clear as a windless lake.

Ugh……

I don't know if it's because of the recognition of the bed (recognition of the coffin?), Josh has been tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.Josh tried to close his eyelids together, but opened them again after a while, and there was no sleepiness inside, but clarity.

Alman was indeed a stupid bear. He was snoring at this moment, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about in his dream, and occasionally let out two or three low laughs.

This made Josh even more irritable. He buried his face on the pillow, and after a while he was finally discouraged and sat up straight, his eyes glazed over.

"Josh."

Josh barely heard Rigoletto calling him, and he turned his head to follow the voice.

"Rigg...you can't sleep either?" Josh immediately showed a big smile when he saw that someone was also unable to fall asleep like himself.

Alas, who can fall asleep to the sound of you tossing and turning?Seeing Josh's appearance, Riglito took back the words that came to his lips, and changed it into a simple sentence: "Yes."

"It's okay." Josh lifted the quilt and climbed out of the bed. He was not used to sleeping on this kind of bed above the ground, and his movements seemed a little clumsy. "I'll accompany you."

Josh tiptoed onto Rigoletto's bed again. I don't know if it was due to psychological reasons, but Josh always felt that Rigoletto's bed was softer. He bent his legs and sat down.

"What are you doing sitting, lie down." Rigoletto didn't quite understand Josh's brain circuit.

"No hurry, no hurry." Josh said, his voice lowered a bit, but Arman was in a deep sleep, and he probably wouldn't wake up even if the two of them fell out, "Rig, tell me about where you went before Things under the sun!"

"No I didn't..."

"You have!" Josh has a good memory, "You slipped the tongue when I secretly lifted the curtain before."

Rigoletto was helpless.

De Winter's parents are writers, and more importantly, according to Mrs. De Winter's words, their inspiration usually bursts out at night, and there will be much less environmental disturbance during the day at night, and the quiet environment will be more conducive to their creation.At the same time, the Derwent family all have sun allergies, so they chose a nocturnal life.

For the children, the De Winters have never mentioned this, but due to their long-standing habits, the children of De Winter silently follow this schedule, which is as natural to them as breathing. Traveling during the day has become an unnatural behavior.

"Lie down first?" Rigoletto reached out and opened the quilt. There were just two pillows on one bed. Rigoletto took off the pillow that was used as a pillow, put it next to his own pillow, and patted it.

"Lie down, will you tell me?" Josh asked.

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Josh happily retracted into Rigg's quilt.

Near the mountains and forests, the night is still cool.Josh's entry made Rigoletto's quilt warm up. In fact, vampires don't need high temperature, but the two brothers have slept together for a long time and have gotten used to each other's temperature. They will finally feel comfortable stand up.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I found a book in the attic, which talked about sunshine..." Rigoletto's voice was low, with the clarity of a teenager, just like the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight shone on the floor of the wooden house, and Rigoletto's voice swept over Josh's ears, like a soft feather, Josh closed his eyes in peace: "... Speaking of sunshine, is it an article Poems?"

"No." Rigoletto tickled the corners of his lips where Josh could not see, "It's a geography book, it tells that these rays of light travel through the universe to where we are, and in order to get here, they have to travel through places we can't see." Place has come a long, long way.”

"Then they are really hard..." Josh's voice was tired.

"Yes, it's not so easy for any light to come." Rigoletto was still explaining seriously, "So I thought, I must touch them, so I sneaked out one day...Josh, Josh." Rigoletto said halfway, and finally found that his brother had fallen asleep peacefully, his breathing fluctuated, and his eyelashes trembled.

I want to see if I can give you a bunch of sunshine, because I'm afraid that if you go out alone, you won't be able to bear the glare of it. If I only give you a little bit, wouldn't it be better.

Rigoletto also fell asleep with his unfinished words.