After processing the ginger flowers, Wen Cha spent the afternoon weeding in the flower field, and when he was tired, he sat on the ridge to drink tea and eat pastries, and did not go home until dusk.

At that time, Jacqueline had finished school and was sitting by the flowers at the door reading a book, she was reading a travelogue brought from the East.

Wen Cha pushed open the door, she didn't raise her head, only waited for her to get closer, and then she said: "Uncle Jack came back from a long trip today, and brought back a lot of good things, one of which I like very much."

Wen Cha put down the things in his hand and asked, "What is it?"

"Fish lanterns."

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?" ”

"Uncle Jack went out to sea and met a Greenland whale in the Sona Sea, someone caught it, boiled a lot of whale oil, made a lot of fish lamps, I heard that a lamp can burn for a year, I like it very much."

"Did you ask for the price?"

"Well, I can buy one of the entire harvest of this quarter."

"No," Wen Cha refused, without thinking, "we can't afford it." ”

"Why can't you afford it?" Jacqueline sat up from her chair, "We're not short of money. ”

"Jacqueline, you're going to school and you're going to buy clothes, didn't you say you're going to see the outside world? It all costs money, and we have to think about the future. ”

Jacqueline pursed her lips and said angrily: "I'm not in a hurry, if you don't want to buy it, give me the money that belongs to me, I won't ask you for money again when I'm an adult."

Wen Cha held her forehead, wanting to say something more, but she couldn't say anything when she met her eyes.

She and she have never been on the same channel.

She didn't argue with her, she quietly went upstairs, took out the two-year-old Gra from the locked iron box in the room, counted it, took out a third, and went downstairs to hand it to Jacqueline.

After the little girl got the money, she glanced at her with an obscure look in her eyes, and snorted coldly: "This money is not yours alone, and half of it is mine, I will not be grateful to you for your compromise."

Wen Cha didn't refute, if she had a choice, she would have kicked Jacqueline out a long time ago.

This family is the original owner and her father's, Jacqueline is just an outsider, although her mother was lucky to integrate into the family, but never contributed her own strength, even a little tolerance is not, everything is done by the original owner, the original owner for her to go to school, for her to deal with all kinds of troubles, but never got her gratitude, after dropping out of school, she was busy in the flower field, and she had to give her half of the deposit, which is really a super abusive wrongdoer.

If it weren't for her young age, Wen Cha really wanted her to get out.

Jacqueline came back not long after she went out, carrying a delicately made fish lamp in her hand, the shade was milky white, and the pale yellow flame was much brighter and longer than a kerosene lamp, and it was worth a lot of money at first glance.

She glanced at Wen Cha and raised her eyebrows at Wen Cha charity, "You can take a look, but you can't take it." ”

Wen Cha looked at the sky speechlessly, who wants to see her broken lamp?

"I'm tired." She ignored Jacqueline, locked the outside door, turned and walked upstairs, "If you're hungry, find yourself something to eat." ”

Jacqueline was busy fiddling with her toys and nodded haphazardly, not even looking at her.

Wen Cha returned to the room, took a hot bath, and lay on the bed and closed his eyes tiredly.

I hope that the vampire doesn't come tonight and will be sucked like this, and she will be sucked dry sooner or later.

What's more, vampires' teeth are poisonous, and the slightest misery will be injected with venom, she doesn't want to die so miserably.

The prayer of warm tea did not help, and at midnight the sweet scent of roses reappeared, and this time, he still came quietly.

Wen Cha woke up from the dream for the first time, opened his eyes, and looked straight towards the end of the bed, just in time to meet the man's eyes.

He didn't act immediately, and quietly stared at her, as if thinking about something, his brows furrowed slightly, with a hint of humanity.

Wen Cha stared at him jealously, and under the futon was a silver dagger, which had been made in the weapons shop in the city when he went out in the morning.

In all sorts of bizarre stories, the immortal Bloods fear sunlight and silver weapons, and can kill them by plunging a silver dagger into their hearts.

Wen Cha pressed his pounding heart, and his face was extremely calm.

The Bloodclan walked slowly to her side, looking condescendingly at her face, eyes revealing an indescribable longing.

This longing stalled for a long time, and was replaced by reason and indifference.

The Bloodlines hate singers.

She is their poison as well as their weakness, and once they encounter their own singers, most of the Bloods will choose to kill them, and only a few will convert them to their own kind.

This statement is called the first embrace.

But after the first embrace, the singers no longer have the warm body temperature and poisonous human blood, their bodies are cold, and although they live forever, they can no longer touch the sun.

No one can guarantee what will happen after the initial embrace.

Therefore, the singer is a big trouble for the blood clan.

Few Bloods can resist the instinct not to suck the singer dry, and luckily, the young vampire is one of them.

"You're here......" Wen Cha greeted him with a pretended to be relaxed, squeezing out a bright and awkward smile on her pale face, which made her look very reluctant.

The young Bloodclan didn't care what she wanted to say, his slender sharp fingers tugging at her jaw, his metallic eyes resting on her face, and he watched her carefully, as if to find out what was different about her.

Soon, his mind was drawn to her warm body temperature, hot and fresh, with delicious blood flowing underneath.

His eyes moved, and he leaned down uncontrollably, and kissed the corner of her pale petal-like mouth, leaving a cold mark, and the sharp fangs pierced the girl's neck again.

The warm blood danced on the tip of his tongue, and he was so obsessed with the delicious feeling that he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been so crazy.

It made him wake up from his loneliness, and he longed for her clearly and passionately.

This time, his movements were gentle, and he didn't go as crazy as he had last night, but it obviously didn't comfort Wen Cha, but made her tremble even more.

She clenched the dagger in her hand, and was about to deal him a fatal blow, when the man suddenly raised his head, and after a few struggles, pressed her to the bed, covered her with the futon, and quickly turned away, her body disappearing as quickly as smoke.

Wen Cha window, I don't know what he's going to do.

He probably didn't want her life, he just treated her as a snack or a small animal teasing, and whatever the reason, Wen Cha was grateful that he didn't go crazy like in the plot.

She put the dagger under her pillow and lay down under the covers for a while, and when she found that he showed no sign of returning, she quietly closed her eyes.