Blood-sucking fangs

Chapter 25

“Of course.” He pointed to the right, “It’s around here.”

The three arrived at the restaurant Mike had mentioned, casually ordered a few dishes, and exchanged harmless jokes.

“I’m going abroad,” Mike suddenly said.

"Huh?" The girl stopped eating in surprise. "So fast?"

“Dad always wanted me to go to seminary, and... that was my dream too, but because of... I didn't go. But it doesn't matter now, so he agreed.” He bit his lower lip. “If... if he... if he comes back in the future, could you tell me?”

Siwen was silent for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Okay, I'll write to you whenever I have news about Suzaku."

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Feng Nian'en put down the phone and stared blankly at the metal sheet covering the corner for a long time. The previous call was from Zhang Hanwen, who had only managed to say "hello" before being bombarded with a torrent of abuse from that shrill voice. He listened in a daze for a while before realizing that Long Xinsheng had somehow found out she was in Hong Kong, and even more remarkably, had discovered her new phone number, which was why he had been pestering her for over half an hour.

More than half an hour.

His fists clenched tightly. No one understood the Zhang family's eldest daughter's fiery and impulsive personality better than him. If a book couldn't grab her attention within the first two pages, she wouldn't give it another glance, no matter how exciting the rest was. And if she disliked someone, she would never waste half an hour on them.

"Sigh-- In the blink of an eye, she's grown up so much. Six years ago, she was just a little girl. I remember when I left, she hugged me and cried her eyes out."

Long Xinsheng's sigh echoed in his mind again. Even though he and Zhang Hanwen had been almost inseparable for the past three years, he had not been a part of her previous world—except for her early childhood.

They were born on the same day, month, and year. Before he was eight years old, he lived with his parents in the Zhang family mansion. Naturally, the two children of the same age became each other's best playmates.

From a young age, his parents told him to protect the young lady. His life was given to him by the master, and he had to protect her with his own life.

At that time, he didn't quite understand the meaning of those words. But all boys like to show off their heroism in front of girls, especially since the young lady was still so beautiful.

Even now, Feng Nian'en still remembers that early summer afternoon more than a decade ago. They were playing hide-and-seek in the Zhang family's spacious courtyard. As always, he was the one who went to find her first. That day, as usual, even though he already knew where she was hiding, he still circled the entire courtyard before finding her.

He dawdled for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at the stone cave behind the artificial hill. He was about to shout as usual, but upon seeing her flushed sleeping face, he abruptly stopped the sound that was about to burst out.

Perhaps bored while waiting, Zhang Hanwen leaned against a rock and fell asleep. His head was tilted to the side, his fine, light brown hair was slightly disheveled, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his fair skin. As time passed, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the cave and shone on his small, palm-sized face, making it appear even more rosy and vibrant, like a blooming azalea.

Perhaps affected by the light, Zhang Hanwen's face scrunched up, and he shifted his body as if protesting something, his eyelashes fluttering as if he were about to wake up. Startled awake, Feng Nian'en hesitated for a moment, then carefully stepped forward and shielded her from the sunlight with her body.

Protect Miss.

Even without his parents' advice, he had this idea deeply rooted in his heart ever since.

Such a beautiful and refined lady.

A lady as delicate as a doll.

When he was eight years old, his ordinary and gentle mother died.

Dressed in somber white mourning clothes, he looked at his mother, beautifully dressed in her burial garments, and didn't know how to cry. Everyone else was sighing and sobbing, but he just stared wide-eyed at that face, which was even more beautiful and serene than before.

That was his first encounter with death, but he had already begun to feel that dying was happier than living.

Soon after, to comfort his elderly mother and because he was unable to properly care for his young child alone, his father sent him to the countryside. He spent the rest of his childhood and adolescence peacefully with his grandmother.

Then, he returned. After his grandmother died, he failed to get into university and was called back to his father's side.

Besides his father, Zhang Hanwen also came to pick him up.

The baby has grown up.

Her thin, light brown hair, which she had disliked since childhood, had been dyed a vibrant bright red. Her delicate features had blossomed into a captivating beauty, like a blooming rose.

His job was no different from before.

Protect Miss.

Protect Zhang Hanwen.

He silently accepted it and did it with self-discipline. Although Zhang Hanwen's personality became more irritable year by year, and his temper seemed to be getting worse, he still silently fulfilled his responsibilities as before.

He knew Zhang Hanwen had a fiancé three years ago. Although he had never heard her mention it, nor had he ever seen them communicate or talk on the phone, he knew it.

Long Xinsheng returned, Zhang Hanwen left. He didn't want to understand the connection; it was none of his business. Never.

But Zhang Hanwen's sharp curses and angry voice on the phone pierced his heart, which he had thought was already indifferent.

During the ten-minute call, he only offered one defense: "I didn't say that."

This is true. Even though he never hid the fact that he knew Zhang Hanwen's whereabouts, he remained tight-lipped even to his own father.

But after he finished speaking, an even more violent roar came from the other end of the phone. Of the rapid, continuous sentences, only the first one was clearly and deeply etched in his memory.

"Only you know the new number! How could he know if you didn't tell him?"

Only he knew? The new number was only given to him!

He had no idea what the shrill voice that kept ringing in his ears said in the next few minutes.

The clock ticked away, making a crisp sound when it reached the exact hour.

Feng Nian'en snapped back to his senses. He casually pulled out a strand of hair, the slightly coarse short hair falling backward along his fingers before returning to its original position.

He took a deep breath and smiled with a sense of relief. Overall, he had had a pretty good few days, and things were progressing in the direction he had hoped for regarding the girl's tears.

Thinking of this, the somewhat bitter smile softened. Perhaps on the surface, Si Wen wasn't a good girl; compared to Zhang Hanwen's fiery temper, her words and actions sometimes even seemed like those of a rogue. But he had to admit that he enjoyed being with her.

These days, besides going to school, he spends all his time hanging out with this foul-mouthed delinquent girl.

Every afternoon at four o'clock, they would appear in the small garden and play with the group of little devils. The girl really had a way with those troublesome children; under her guidance, the little devils went from initial fear to acceptance, from previous contempt to respect. In just a few days, he could proudly declare that he had become their friend.

friend……

Thinking about his ulterior motives, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but the thought of soon turning back into a human overwhelmed him with joyful excitement.

Humans are born and die, can walk freely under the sun, and do not need to drink blood.

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Thinking of this, he quickly changed his clothes, went to the girl's door and knocked twice. Before long, the girl came out. When he saw her clothes, Feng Nian'en was stunned.

Siwen's clothes have always been extremely avant-garde. Although she has worn skirts a few times, it seems that she only does so on special occasions. Even when wearing skirts, the girl's appearance can only be described as pretty, and her avant-garde attire gives people the impression of being strange.

Every time Feng Nian'en thought of her, he pictured a rebellious woman with purple hair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and a foul mouth. But now, when Si Wen appeared before him in white overalls, his eyes lit up.

"What are you looking at!" she said fiercely, her eyes wide, as if she were a little embarrassed.

His face immediately turned red, and he looked around and said, "N-nothing. You, well, your clothes are very, very nice."

"You big idiot!" the girl chuckled. "Let's go, those little devils should all be here by now."

The two arrived at the garden together, and just as Si Wen had said, a group of children, led by Zhou Kong, had already gathered. Upon seeing them, the children immediately dropped their toys and surrounded them, and several even brought bamboo baskets they had somehow acquired, begging Feng Nian'en to help them weave cages.

Even the girl herself hadn't anticipated these circumstances.

Feng Nian'en was indeed not good at dealing with children; to be blunt, one might even say he was completely bad at socializing. However, having grown up in the countryside, he knew a great deal about things that were far removed from the lives of children in the city.

He made cages, roasted sweet potatoes, and crafted kites. When he nimbly climbed the tallest sycamore tree in the garden and took down the kite hanging on it, he completely won the trust of these children.

"Alright, alright, everyone will get one." Feng Nian'en smiled as she stopped the children's squabble. "I'll make one for everyone, no one will be left out."

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He casually took a bamboo stalk from a child's hand, tested its flexibility, and was about to start working when a familiar sensation enveloped him like silk. His breathing immediately became rapid, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned ashen.

His unusual behavior was immediately noticed by the girl: "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't answer, staring blankly ahead for a moment before slowly standing up, stiffly turning around, and glaring at a white Audi parked not far away.

The Audi's door opened, and a man stepped out. He was wearing a black suit, with long legs and a tall, upright figure. He got out of the car but didn't come over; he and Feng Nian'en stared at each other across the street.

"uncle!"

Zhou Kong's excited shout broke the silence, and the two who had been in a daze came back to their senses at the same time, only to see that Zhou Kong had already excitedly run towards the man.

Feng Nian'en's panicked mind calmed down a little. Without thinking, he turned around, wanting to run away as far away as last time. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a speeding car. He turned around abruptly and saw that the car was less than two meters away from him!

A screeching sound came from the car, which was already slowing down. The man on the other side ran quickly toward the boy, trying to save him in a split second.

But it was too late. They both knew it was too late. Si Wen had already subconsciously tried to turn his face away. But at that moment, a wisp of grayish-white air, like a cloud descending from the sky, enveloped the boy's thin body.

"Bang!"

The car had hit a physical object. Si Wen looked up and saw Feng Nian'en, who had been standing next to him, lying on the ground. In his arms was Zhou Kong, who was still staring at him with wide, curious eyes, completely bewildered.

He gazed quietly at the simple tombstone, its smooth surface bearing only a few simple red characters: "Tomb of the loving mother Liu Aimei, erected with tears by the unfilial son Feng Mingqian."

This is Grandma's grave. Dad has already gone back, while he stayed behind because of the upcoming college entrance exam.

In another month, it will be the day that thousands of students look forward to and fear. Yet he still comes here every week to remove the weeds and wipe the dust off the tombstone.

If he only had a vague understanding of death at the age of eight, then ten years later he clearly knows what it means.

The countryside in June is always beautiful, with wildflowers in full bloom and lush greenery everywhere, but in this warm breeze, he smelled the scent of death.

die……

Feng Nian'en murmured longingly, "To die is such a blissful thing..."

You are still alive.

A slightly cold, flat voice pierced through his drowsy mind, pulling him back from the past to the present.

Feng Nian'en opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a repulsive white. The smell of the medicine, carrying the allure of death, entered his body through his nose.

He turned his gaze and, unsurprisingly, saw a dark figure. This time, Feng Nian'en suppressed his discomfort and carefully examined the other person.

This face was certainly not handsome; the arched jaw and triangular eyes made it impossible for him to be considered good-looking. But the determination in those eyes made his face exceptionally charming.

"Surprised to still be alive?" the man asked, his tone devoid of contempt but tinged with a chilling disgust.

Feng Nian'en did not answer, but continued to look at the other person quietly.

"Let me introduce myself first." The man smiled slightly and said in a tolerant manner, "Zhou Renhou, Zhou Kong's uncle."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Feng Nian'en finally spoke, her voice hoarse and strained.

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng. Since I've let you live until now, it means I don't want your life. I'm very grateful that you saved Xiao Kong."

"You don't want my life? Aren't you a hunter?" Feng Nian'en's voice carried a hint of mockery. The other party's roundabout attitude and the current situation made him feel uncomfortable.

“I am. And I’m probably the best hunter in this country. I’ve personally killed dozens of vampires and hundreds of vampire zombies. But I don’t intend to kill you now, as a way of repaying you for saving Xiao Kong.”

Feng Nian'en stared at him for a while before asking in confusion, "You... you're going to let me go?"