On the streets of Ireland, there is a statue with black wings, red hair, gorgeous lips, and her black wings come to life behind her, looking down at passing tourists, who will stop their cameras, stop and look up at the statue five meters away, and then pick up the camera to start the journey.

"Mom, why can't you take pictures?" A child with black hair and black eyes asked curiously.

"Because the light of the picture will disturb Medusa's sleep, and after waking Medusa, she will be turned to stone when she sees you." The little girl's mother patiently coaxed the child.

"Why did you turn to stone? Who is Medusa? "The little girl is traveling with her parents for the first time, and she is only three years old this year, which is the age of curiosity.

"Medusa, huh? It's the darkness after dawn, well, you'll know when you're older. The little girl's mother didn't know how to explain to her daughter, she just wanted to tell her daughter that Medusa was a bad person, but she didn't think it was accurate, she didn't want her daughter to have absolute bad people and good people in her eyes, because there are only people in this world, maybe in the eyes of children, good people are good people, bad people are bad people, the little girl's mother touched the little girl's head, held the child and stopped for a minute, then led the child and turned away.

"Mom, uncle who can fly." The little girl pointed in amazement to a black figure on the statue's wings, flying like a bird.

"Okay, mom will take you to something delicious." The little girl's mother looked at the place the child pointed, looked at nothing, smiled kindly, and the child's imagination was the richest.

In the gloomy castle, a blonde woman is lying on the sofa looking at the man sitting next to him reading a book.

"Lester, it's so boring to be a vampire." That woman is Vivian, she has traveled all over the world in the past hundred years, and has played all over the world, watching her relatives leave from her side one by one, to the current indifference, it turns out that after a long time, she has lost interest in everything, and her emotions have slowly cooled down.

"There are still years to come." Lester felt deeply, and turned the yellowed pages of the book, which he had read a hundred times.

"No, I'd rather live in the sun, even if it's only for a hundred years, at least I'm happy." Vivien shook her head, looking at the castle dark without a trace of light, this is Maria's castle, but Maria rarely returns, she and Lester have always lived here.

Thinking of her daughter, Vivien's mood improved a little, "Is Maria still flying all over the world?" ”

"I don't know, children's affairs, we don't need to ask, let's watch your TV series." Lester closed the book and turned on the TV.

"The Prince of Ireland?"

The news was playing on the TV, and Vivien said as she watched a familiar shadow flash by.

Lester leaned in, glanced at the TV, happened to see the statue, and frowned in disgust, "Change the channel." ”

"Lester, why are you still thinking about that?" Vivien looked at Lester with a stingy look, how long had it been.

"I said it all, she didn't kill me, I knew my own body at that time." Vivien furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the statue that appeared on TV.

"I'm going to the cellar." Lester didn't reply, and went straight to the cellar.

Vivien turned her gaze back to the TV and muttered, "The Prince of Ireland is much more gentlemanly than you are." ”

Lester's back froze, and he pursed the corners of his mouth before disappearing into the doorway.