Take your fangs, thanks

It was broad daylight outside, and the Derwents were far away from the town, otherwise they would have heard the noise in the town, whether it was the cars running over the road in the early morning or the shouting of children, these are commonplace in these towns. s things.

In the Derwents' castle, however, it was dark.All the windows were shaded by dark velvet curtains that did not see through the light.Perhaps because the castle is too old, the Derwents still continue the traditional way of life. They only install electric lights in the hall, and the rest of the place is all oil lamps, one by one, separated in the corridor. The distance is about the same.

Josh ran up the stairs and unscrewed the door of his room, and it was already pitch black inside.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Josh closed the door, walked to the bay window a little bit slowly, and knelt down on the soft wool blanket above.

Just open it a little, it shouldn't matter, right?

Thinking of this, Josh carefully opened a corner of the curtain a little bit.In an instant, the bright and hot sunlight outside illuminated that corner of the room.Josh looked at the field of light falling on the woolen blanket, hesitated for a moment, and carefully touched the edge of the sun with a finger...

Wow, it seems a little hot.

Josh retracted his hand, like a snail retracting its tentacles.

Suddenly, there was a rustle in the dark behind him. Josh turned around and saw a figure sitting up from the coffin, with a pale face and a pair of shining blue eyes staring at Josh.

"what are you doing?"

Josh hurriedly climbed down from the woolen blanket, before he even had time to put back the raised curtain: "Rig, did I wake you up?"

"No." Rigoletto rolled over from the coffin and stood in front of Josh almost instantly.Although he was only one year older than Josh, but due to their genetic differences, he was already half a head taller than Josh, and he asked again, "What are you doing?"

"...It's nothing." Josh smiled guiltyly, turned around and lowered the curtain.

Mrs. De Winter once told Josh that sunshine is not a good thing for De Winter.

"Touching them will make your skin break out, they will accelerate the aging of the skin, if you don't want to get wrinkles like your grandfather now, don't touch it," Mrs. de Winter told her Children, that's why the family always covers all the windows of the castle.

The skin of vampires is very sensitive to sunlight. Although unlike the legends, as long as they are exposed to sunlight, they will turn into ashes, but their chances of being sunburned are always much higher than that of humans.

To put it simply, vampires are like a group of patients with ultraviolet allergies gathered together. Perhaps a few vampires with a strong desire to perform once showed an exaggerated aversion to sunlight in front of humans, which eventually led to humans' misunderstanding of sunlight and vampires.

"They are not good for your body." Rigoletto frowned, just like every vampire, Rigoletto was born with a resistance to sunlight, this instinct is like a human child who knows how to cry express dissatisfaction.

"Maybe..." Josh dragged his voice uncertainly, "It feels a little hot to the touch, but it's soft."

"They can make people very hot." Rigoletto didn't realize what he said, he just wanted to dispel his brother's strange thoughts, "There is nothing else..."

"Wait!" Josh almost yelled, "Have you ever gone out when there is sun?!"

Rigoletto shut his mouth, he still looked at Josh with a blank face.

It should be said that Rigoletto has a kind of aura that no one should enter when his face is cold, but Josh is not afraid of this. He rushed up excitedly and grabbed Rigoletto's sleeve: "What is it like outside? You Where did you go?"

"It's time to go to bed, Josh." Rigoletto was unmoved, "I have to pick up grandma tomorrow."

Oh……

If Josh had a tail, the tail was wagging just now, and now the tail is drooping.He changed into pajamas, got into a black coffin with intricate gold patterns, and lay down next to Rigoletto.Drowsiness swept over the moment he hit the soft pillow. Before falling asleep, Josh did not forget to remind: "Rig...you will tell me later..."

"Okay." Rigg's voice became far away, and he reached out to lift the coffin lid.

Regarding the coffin, it was actually a satire of vampires on human beings. People in the Middle Ages seemed to equate vampires with death. There were too many rumors about vampires in the tavern, and the more they spread, the more exaggerated they were. Except for their scary faces, Then there's the rumors of crucifixes, silverware, coffins, and, yes, garlic.

But now, vampires are used to sleeping in coffins, and they have invented various coffin cushions, some of which are made of fluffy cotton, some of which are made of goose down. In short, these coffins are arranged very suitable for sleeping.Humans are bound to love it, assuming they don't mind trying it.

Oh, they'll use it someday, a day of eternal sleep--the most peaceful sleep of their lives.

The Derwent family is no exception. According to the Derwent couple, the three brothers should sleep in the same room, so that the relationship cultivated since childhood is often stronger.But alas, Arman protested vehemently, saying: "Please, there's no big boy who can't sleep alone!"

Little Josh pretended not to hear. He didn't like to be alone in a small dark space, but...it would be fine if he was accompanied.So of course Josh squeezed into the coffin of the second brother Riglito.

It was getting late and the sun was gradually disappearing into the western clouds.

"Children, children!" Mr. De Winter's operatic voice was very penetrating. He shook the brass bell in his hand, "Get up, don't forget our arrangement for today."

Rigoletto stretched out his hand and pushed the coffin board away. He sat up with no expression on his face, but if you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are a little dazed, obviously not fully awake yet.

He rubbed his face and was about to stretch his legs to stand up when he felt something pressing on his legs.He looked down—it was a slightly fleshy foot.Little Josh was lying next to Rigg and was still in a deep sleep. His sleeping position was very dishonest, with one leg carelessly pressed on Rigg's leg. If it wasn't for the wooden plank next to the coffin, his leaning half body would have already died. fall down.Josh closed his eyes tightly, without the slightest intention of waking up, as if Mr. De Winter's "noise disturbance" had perfectly avoided him.

In contrast, Rigoletto was squeezed into a pitifully small place, but Rigo himself didn't mind too much, after all, it was his younger brother who was sleeping next to him.

If it was a prey, Rigletto would have wrung its neck as soon as possible before throwing it out.

Vampires, they are born with cold blood.

However, fortunately, this does not prevent them from exchanging emotions with the same race.

"Josh, it's time to get up." Rigoletto took Josh's leg off his body and pushed his younger brother's shoulder.

In terms of sleep, Josh didn't have any extra vices other than a poor sleeping position, let alone getting up.He sat up obediently, with the same expression as when Rigoletto just woke up, except that his sleeping position caused his hair to look like a bird's nest when he got up, and a few raised hairs looked a little funny.

"Hey!" The door was slammed open, and Arman's big face appeared in front of the two of them.

The proud red-haired boy raised his chin: "You guys are too slow, I am earlier again today!"

Josh hadn't fully woken up yet, and he turned his eyes to Arman somewhat dully.

Riglito ignored him and walked straight to the door.

"Say something, loser!" Arman smiled triumphantly. He stretched out his arms and put his will on both sides of the door frame.

Rigoletto stared at him for a while, and said for a while, "Arman, you are such a stupid bear." After speaking, he bent down and slipped under Arman's raised arm.

Josh followed behind and wanted to imitate the second brother, but Naihe moved a step slower and was stopped by Arman.Arman's fluffy head came closer, and he said with a smirk: "Little Josh, you can't escape."

"Don't touch him, Arman." Rigoletto was very fast, and before Josh himself could react, he had already gone out with Rigoletto.

"Hey! It's none of your business, Rigg!" Arman was very dissatisfied.

If you ask Arman to say that his biggest failure in the past eight years is...his speed is far less than Rigoletto's, even though Rigoletto's age is a little younger than him.Therefore, Arman adhered to the mentality of making use of his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, and tried not to care too much about this annoying second brother.

In contrast, Alman prefers to play with Josh, because this youngest brother can always make him feel like a big brother, he can bully him alone, and then protect him when he is in danger.

I have to say that little boys always have some heroism, even little vampires are no exception.

Perhaps Arman's wish would indeed come true...if it wasn't for the nerd in the middle, Rigletto!He always spoils his own good deeds.Arman watched as Josh made a grimace at him, and then followed Riglito towards the bathroom.

It's all Rigoletto's fault!Arman thought angrily while catching up with his two younger brothers from behind.

The whole morning is full of chickens and dogs, oh, it always happens when there are many boys in the family.The de Winters have always been tolerant of their three children, as long as they don't hurt each other (especially Josh), they can do whatever they want.

"Dong dong dong".

There were several clear knocks on the heavy wooden door, and the De Winter family looked up at the same time.