Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Under the afterglow of the sunset, Dorothy sat sullenly on the edge of the river embankment, holding her little head in her hands, and tears of grievance slipped from her eyes.

It's so hateful! It's so hateful!

Why do you have long red hair?

Dorothy angrily tore off the two lavender bows tied to her braids, threw them into the flowing river, and stood up and ran towards the bar.

The wind blows away her long red hair, which is as bright as fire, fluttering in the sunset. There is a strange smell of sweet blood in the air, which is disgusting.

Not long after she left, a wolf slowly paced to the river, jumped into the shallow place of the river, picked up the two bows with his mouth in time, put them on the shore, and gently smelled it. It was a mixture of demons and vampires.

Ha, how do they plan to share the same prey with each other?

The early morning sun shone on Dorothy's bedroom. The small bedroom was full of small items belonging to girls, soft pink pillows, sheets and quilts, cute puppets and dolls. Unfortunately, Dorothy was not in the mood to appreciate her bedroom and hurriedly grabbed a piece of ash on the window sill. The colored hat hurried downstairs.

"Dorosy, why do you wear a hat?" Rafael put the prepared breakfast on the table and reached out to take off Dorothy's hat.

"Please, don't take it off!" Dorothy hurriedly pressed her hat with one hand.

"Why is this?" Raphael looked at her with some fun. "If you wear a hat, it will cover your beautiful long red hair."

Dorothy's face was depressed: "It's not beautiful at all, Uncle Raphael. All the students in the class are laughing at this dazzling hair color.

"Okay, honey, when you complain about this, your breakfast is cold." Raphael patted her on the head and looked at her with a smile. "And, Dorothy, you know, red is the most beautiful color in the world."

"Yes, Uncle Raphael..." Dorothy looked at Raphael with a smile and intuitively told her that he should not be lying to her. In fact, her dear uncle Raphael did not deceive her, except for one thing--

"Auncle Raphael, is my mother's hair red?" Dorothy asked curiously.

For all Dorothy's questions about her parents, Raphael's answers have long been familiar to her. As he urged Dorothy to have breakfast quickly, he replied, "Oh, of course not. Maybe your father has red hair, I think it's probably like this. But your eyes are as charming as your mother's. All right, Dorothy, how many times do you want me to say, your breakfast.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Raphael!" Dorothy picked up the schoolbag on the table and ran to the door.

"Hour down, I'll put it in your schoolbag for lunch. Be careful not to stain the book!" Raphael pushed open the wooden door of the bar and told Dorothy, who was running forward with her hat, as if she was really her nephew. But the old man Satan knows very well that he doesn't have any relatives?

They either choose to avoid themselves or simply don't recognize themselves.

The current world...

Raphael closed the wooden door of the bar and began his busy day.

In the afternoon painting class, Dorothy drew a brown horse, and even the teacher was praising her painting.

Dorothy lowered her head with embarrassment.

"Hey, Dorothy, why don't you paint this horse red?" A boy looked at Dorothy's red hair sarcastically.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone laughed. Even if there was no malicious laughter, it was particularly harsh in her ears at this moment.

Dorothy grabbed the hat on one side and put it tightly on her head, and ran out of the classroom that made her sad.

"How can you make fun of your classmates?" The teacher frowned and asked Pierre to find Dorothy. He quickly ran out of the classroom and chased after Dorothy.

"Dorosy!" Pierre ran out of breath and raised his hand to Dorothy, "Please, don't run, okay? No one is laughing at you! It's just because Ben's words are very interesting, that's why I laughed. Besides, what a beautiful color red is!"

"Do you mean... red is a beautiful color?" Dorothy stopped and hesitantly turned to look at Pierre behind her. Her red eyes immediately turned into two curved crescents. "Thank you, thank you, Pierre..."

"Don't thank me! Because... this is a fact!" Pierre walked to her, smiling sweetly with two pointed little tiger teeth in his mouth. He stretched out his hand and gently held Dorothy's delicate and delicate little hand. Dorothy's cheeks were inexplicably red, like a ripe red apple.

In the afternoon, the lazy sunshine passed through the window of the corridor, shining on the immature faces of the two people, and the two young hearts, "ploping" and getting closer and closer, but...

"I will never allow it!" Fred roared furiously, which scared Raphael and Dorothy. Then, Dorothy looked at Fred aggrievedly: "Why, Uncle Fred?"

"You idiot!" Fred walked over the room with his eyebrows wrinkled. "A boy invited a girl to watch a movie together. Don't you understand what it means?"

"I don't understand, Uncle Fred..." Dorothy had never seen Fred so angry, and her voice answered him much lower.

"Then let me tell you!" Fred approached Dorothy, "That means that this boy is pursuing this girl, and this girl is you!" I will never tolerate such a thing to happen!"

"Auncle Fred, what's wrong with you?" Dorothy retreated timidly, and her long, soft eyelashes blinked a few times, and crystal tears flowed out. Inadvertently, she had shrank into Raphael's arms. He bent down gently and wiped the tears from her cheeks: "Dorothy, my lovely little angel, don't be afraid, Fred is just joking with you. Moreover, I also think what he said is correct. After all, you are just a student and should focus on learning. But... Since you want to go out, I agree to go to the cinema with you and your classmates on Sunday. Will you go home early and promise me?"

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle Raphael!" Dorothy looked at his eyes happily, and her little hand couldn't help pulling Raphael's sleeve.

Raphael shook his head with a smile: "You called me old when you shouted "uncle" on the left and "uncle" on the right. Just call me Raphael. I believe Fred won't like you call him "uncle". Remember to correct our name in the future.

"I will!" Dorothy nodded hard and ran upstairs. When she passed by Fred, she was particularly careful for fear of being scolded by him again. His terrible look is really scary to see.

"Oc's it, old man! You don't have to care so much about this kind of love problem, do you? Rafael put on Fred's gloomy shoulder and held the corners of his mouth sarcastically, "Didn't you say that human beings are just your prey, a hot dinner?"

Fred's face was even more gloomy: "You damn ugly and dirty demon with horns, you don't have the right to laugh at me!"

Looking at his angry face, Raphael was very happy.

Suddenly, a baby's cry came into the bar. Before they could put on their coats, Raphael and Fred rushed out like an arrow off the string.

On a not very warm spring night, the round moon is hidden in the bleak clouds, and a few cold spring breeze blows through the quiet streets, taking away a few withered fallen leaves. The dim light illuminated a furry figure not far away, tall and terrible.

"Bastard, it's it! We came out late!" Fred gritted his teeth and said that the two sharp teeth were exposed at some point, with a trace of cold light and danger.

"Okay, Fred." Raphael put on his friend's shoulder and said, "I understand how you feel."

Two lines of clear tears flowed from Fred's eyes. He quickly wiped it away, turned around and pulled Raphael's sleeve: "Let's go back."

"Help! Help! Who will save my child!" A sad scream came from the next room. A woman ran out of the house barefoot. The neighbors came out of their warm homes one after another to see what was going on in such a noisy room. Seeing that it was Catherine, they quickly asked her what was wrong.

"My child... My child is missing!" Catherine collapsed on the ground and sobbed.

Everyone's look solemn, as if the past winter had just returned.