Take your fangs, thanks

When Josh went out, he saw a tense situation. Hester held his almost shattered model in great pain. Bob stood opposite him, holding a glass bottle in his hand. You don't need to think about it to know that it contains a certain brand of wine.

Bob's face was exuding an abnormal pink color, which made Josh wonder if the capillaries under his face were about to burst in the next second.The pink could be from alcohol, or from anger, Josh didn't know.

"Get out of Lao Tzu's way, I want to go back now!" Bob's voice was hoarse and hoarse, like the sound of sandpaper being polished on a blackboard.

"You pay me for the model!"

Hirst, who usually looks polite, bursts out with amazing power in his voice-you never wonder about the consequences of ruining a "nerd" academic model.

Josh was terrified when he saw it. He pulled Hester back. There is really no need to argue with a drunk now. Even if it is compensation, he will wait until he wakes up and say: "Hey, I said Hester..."

Hearst's thin body seemed to have been stimulanted suddenly, and Josh could clearly see the blood vessels between his neck pulsating continuously.He broke free from Josh's hand, like a newborn calf pounced on the strong bear in front of him.

Josh let out an exclamation, but it was too late, Hearst and Bob wrestled a few times, and Bob pushed him against the wall on one side.Bob, who was drunk, didn't know how to restrain his strength at all. Seeing that a punch was about to hit Hester's face heavily, Josh twisted Bob's forearm as quickly as possible.

Bob's eyes were already red, he didn't even look at it, and directly bumped into Josh with his elbow, Josh didn't stand firmly on his feet, and fell backwards.

The back of his head seemed to hit something hard. Before Josh could think about it, his consciousness fell into darkness.

……

His head felt dizzy, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in water. Josh seemed to hear the sound of birds, which came from the mountains and forests.He ran into the early morning mist, and Rigger's voice sounded behind him, as if calling him. Josh turned his head and met Riggletto's blue eyes.

He seemed to have heard the voice of other people speaking, the voice was very familiar, Josh tried hard to think in his mind, recalling some fragments of his childhood...

"Josh, go home."

It was Mrs. De Winter's voice, and Josh subconsciously opened his mouth: "Mom?"

No, why is Mrs. de Winter here? !

Josh on the hospital bed unlocked his brows, coughed twice, and woke up leisurely. The memories before coma flooded into his brain like a tide.Bob broke Hearst's model, and Hearst fought him, and then he stepped forward to help, but Bob knocked him against the cabinet behind him.

"Josh?" Several voices sounded at the same time, and Josh was a little confused and wanted to struggle to get up.

Rigoletto put his hand on his shoulder: "The doctor said you need to rest."

Mrs. De Winter suddenly appeared in Josh's sight. She was still the same as the mother in Josh's impression. She stepped forward and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.She leaned down and kissed Josh on the cheek twice, her voice was as worried as ever: "Baby Josh, you really scared us to death."

Josh was already stunned on the hospital bed, motionless.When chatting with Rigoletto, he knew that sooner or later he would see the de Winter parents, but he never thought that it would be under such circumstances. The word "Mom" choked in his throat, and he opened his mouth, but did not Did not shout out as easily as in the dream.

This word has become jerky with the passage of time, and it has become a difficult thing to pronounce.

"It's all the fault of Rigoletto, the bad boy. He still wants to keep it from us. If Arman hadn't told us, we wouldn't have known you were here." Mrs. De Winter's eyes were very soft, which made Josh think of infinite The windy lake, he stared at Mrs. de Winter in a daze, and those happy days at the de Winter's house were also rummaged from the depths of his memory.

Rigoletto glared fiercely at Arman who was standing beside him. Arman shrugged and said to Rigoletto in a low voice: "This is all retribution, Rieger. You said you would protect him, but in the end you nor."

"..." Rigoletto rarely refuted Arman's words. He looked at Josh with some fear in his heart.God knows that when he saw the blood oozing from Josh's head, he almost lost the ability to think. If he had known, he shouldn't have let Josh go. What the hell "I've grown up", no matter how old Josh is Always be my brother.

Is there anything wrong with taking Josh under his wing?

Rigoletto was adamant that there was nothing wrong with that, and he did it willingly.

With the help of Rigeletto, Josh slowly sat up from the bed. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the familiar faces in the room, feeling like he was dreaming for a while.

Josh secretly pinched his arm under the quilt, and it hurt a little, it was all real.

Mrs. De Winter seemed to be saying something all the time, she seemed to be apologizing, and she seemed to be talking about the fact that they had been learning about Josh's recent situation through Mr. Black (Anne's father) these years, but in order to be ruthless and in danger Not going to see Josh before being completely dismissed, they have never directly contacted Josh himself.

Ten years is a long time for humans, but perhaps for vampires like Mrs. de Winter, ten years is like a moment, just a speck of dust in their long years.

Josh didn't know if Mrs. de Winter could understand his feelings, and he felt a little helpless watching Mrs. de Winter cry.

"Give Josh some time to react." Luckily, Rigoletto spoke at the right time, and he helped Mrs. De Winter who was still by Josh's side.He said it was helping, but it looked more like pulling, with a bit of helplessness in his expression.

Rigoletto still didn't understand why his mother could express such rich emotions. Speaking of which, he brought up Josh's sending away back then, and De Winter's parents also considered it for a long time before making a decision.He understood that Mrs. De Winter really loved his little son, even though he was not his own, but no one in the De Winter family had ever treated him as an outsider.

The reason why Rigoletto dared to make such a guarantee was because he thought so himself.He was willing to give Josh everything he had, and he regretted his naive decision back then.

The rest of the people in the ward finally left, and Josh was relieved.

He hasn't quite figured out how to face Mrs. De Winter. To be honest, De Winter is the only home in his heart. Which child doesn't want to go home?But he still needs some time...

Mrs. de Winter's voice was faintly heard outside the door. It seemed that she was talking to Rigoletto again. After a while, Rigoletto opened the door and came in.

He walked up to Josh, looked at Josh for a while, and finally looked away.

"I'm not ready yet..."

"I know you're not ready..."

The two spoke at the same time, and Josh closed his mouth. He stretched out his hand in embarrassment, wanting to scratch his head habitually, but Rigoletto patted his fidgeting hand away.

"Don't move your head, it's wrapped in gauze now." Rigoletto frowned disapprovingly. He felt that what he just thought was right, leaving Josh alone outside is always worrying, He had to stay by his side and watch all the time.

"Oh..." Josh obediently put his hand on his knee.

Rigoletto's brows still did not loosen, and he said seriously: "You have moved here to live with me since you were discharged from the hospital."

"I—" Josh wanted to say something, but was held back by Rigoletto's eyes.

"Okay." Josh surrendered. To be honest, he is also a little afraid of Bob, the alcoholic. He is like a crazy bear, and he wants to scratch everyone he sees.

Rigoletto nodded in satisfaction. He sat down beside Josh and said that he would not let Josh touch his head, but Rigo himself did it.He touched the top of Josh's uninjured head, and the soft hair ran through his fingertips, which somehow resembled Lucifer's fur.

The moment Josh was touched on the top of his head, he suddenly realized a serious problem!

"Rig, is my head broken?"

"Ok?"

"So, under the gauze, now is... bald?!"

"Ah."

Josh stared at Rigoletto's expressionless face, feeling very broken!He was always proud of his golden curls, and now this beautiful piece of hair at the back of his head was going to be shaved off for a goddamn drunk!

Josh gritted his teeth: “How is Bob?”

"My mother had a big fight with the counselor, and he has been expelled from school." Rigoletto said this with a strange expression on his face.

In fact, when Bob woke up from alcohol, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, and he only saw himself with a bruised nose and swollen face in the mirror. However, the deep sleep after drunkenness made him almost unable to think of anything.Before he could figure out when he got into a fight with someone, the notice of expulsion from school was sent to him.

He has already retained a grade, and now this high school degree may never be obtained again.

No matter how unwilling Josh was, he still had to face the day when the gauze was removed. Josh tried to observe the back of his head with the front and rear mirrors, and then meditated for a long time in front of the mirror.

"It's okay, you know that lions on the prairie often lose their manes when they fight." Riglito comforted him. These days, he has been spending as much time as possible to accompany Josh in the ward.

Josh knew that Rigg had tried his best, but the consolation didn't help.

"Forget it." Josh looked at the very abrupt piece of white hair, feeling a little helpless, he reached out and touched the little fluff that had just grown on it, and made a decision, "I plan to cut all my hair short , Rig."