3、Cameo ...
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It was a brisk autumn night. The silver moonlight lingers on the small lake and the grassland, alienating everything from reality. Supported by hands and knees, I was negotiating with the ivy to get one of her branches to braid my long hair. Then I caught the tiny noise of my Mr. Vampire, who emerged from the depth of woods. I lay on my back, following his move. The atmosphere around him has changed-------he looked dangerous, thus breathtakingly attractive. As he approached, the gorgeous face exposed to moonlight gradually, shadow ran across it, like a speed shot depicting the elapse of time. He is going to leave, and I smelt his determination.
A man with determination is always irresistible. Tightened lips, fine lines between eyebrows and brilliance in the eyes betrayed his concentration and ardency, which is unable to be discerned even by himself whether it is directed towards people around him or the aim. Every part, every movement of body is seductive. So obsessed with the goal, he carelessly gives out the sex signal. A man has the instinct of a hunter, never ceased looking for his prays, no matter a beast, a woman, or another of his kind.
I’m an iris. Men are carnivorous.
He came and sat on my left, after a moment’s silence, turned to me, looking directly into my eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful,” he murmured, “They resemble this lake, as clear as diamonds, pure innocence.”
I looked back into his pupils mischievously.
The emerald diverged alongside for a second, then he continued, “But why is there no reflection? There’s no me, no woods, no world, only the perfect grey, with light letting out from inside, as if you were a lifeless doll, gifted with priceless jewels.”
“No.” I smiled, somewhat flattered by his dazzled expression. Although I have spent some centuries being in the human form, I haven’t examined my appearance that much.
“Are you a fairy?” He asked with a dreamlike voice.
“A what?” I had to admit the reclusive life sometimes does prohibit those harmless and interesting changes.
“A fairy, the patron of something, like plants, or teeth. Are you a fairy of iris?”
“I don’t think so. I can be everything else, but I’m an iris because my name is Iris.” I was confused, but I’m certain the reply will confuse him.
It did. He struggled with the meaning for a while, and obviously gave up. “How old are you?”
“Are you a census officer?” I was a little offended, since it would appear very stupid for me to say I don’t know.
“Yes, if you like.”
I chose not to disappoint him or to upset myself, so I said I have lived for several centuries, tactfully omitting the “here”.
The answer was enough to surprise him. “I thought you were no older than fifty, as you look so childish, you know, except for your eyes.”
“Then how old are my eyes?”
“Old enough to see and forget all.”
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第3章 Cameo
