Chapter 5 chapter Five

Mom is making breakfast in the kitchen. I can smell the buttery meringue from afar, it's mouth-watering.That's my favorite cheese and ham mille-feuille, my mother's specialty.She often said that even in Paris, she couldn't eat such a delicious croissant.I have never been to Paris, but I absolutely believe in her. After washing and sitting at the dining table, the steaming black tea has been brewed. I took out the milk from the refrigerator and put another cube of sugar in it.I like English tea very much.Sometimes I even doubt, which is why I finally decided to study in London.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Mom put a freshly baked mille-feuille on my plate.She held the pan with a brand new oven mitt covered in red poppies.I stared at the glove, the pattern on it made me inexplicably nervous, I seemed to feel deep in my brain, when I saw the glove, a certain nerve suddenly jumped. "Does it look good? I just bought it yesterday." Sensing my gaze, she put down the tray, took off the glove and handed it to me.But I didn't pick it up. "It looks good." I replied vaguely, picked up the bread and took a bite, "Did you just buy it? Why do I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

"It's probably an advertisement in the store. This brand is on sale recently." She threw the glove on the table casually, and turned to look after the coffee on the stove. "Maybe." I muttered, continuing to nibble on my bread.The mille-feuille is very delicious, but I am a bit overwhelmed.I clearly knew that I hadn't seen that glove on any promotional counter, to be precise, it was that pattern - blood red poppies.I have seen it in my dreams more than once.It comes up over and over again, sometimes in a strange girl's braids, sometimes pinned to someone's shirt collar.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Mom put the coffee pot on the table, glanced at the bright red "VAMPIRE" logo on my plain black T-shirt and the complicated metal chain around my neck with an expression of obvious disapproval, and sighed. tone. "I warned you a long time ago, don't stay up all night reading!" I gnawed on my bread, and the crispy pastry fell all over the table.I'm not going to argue.She said that those weird dreams were all made up by myself, which may be true, but I like my dreams.Because in the dream I was an omnipotent person, and I was Odile, the daughter of the devil.I am ten times more beautiful than now, I have immortal youth, I know a lot of magic about flying, and I have an elegant and handsome vampire count as a lover.

This last point must be the dream of every girl on earth.I gnawed hard on my shortbread with milk tea, hoping my dreams would come true. After breakfast, my father drove us to the airport.On the way, he and my mother repeatedly bombarded me, constantly urging this and that, which made my ears ring.In fact, apart from those random dreams and imaginations, I was quite a good daughter.Since I was a child, I have always been a top student in the school, and I have never been involved in any disputes.Of course, that doesn't include the myriad silver skull rings I wear all the time and the black nail polish that's forever fading.

I didn't cry when we parted at the airport.In fact, it's only a ten-hour flight, so it's not that far away.When I was in high school, I had a friend whose family was out of town. Every time I went back to visit relatives, it took me ten hours to take the train.So I hugged my parents again, and listened to them for the last time talking about the various precautions that I had already mastered by heart. Then I threw my travel bag over my shoulders, straightened my chest, and walked to the boarding gate without looking back. I had a hard time finding my seat.More strenuous, though, was lifting my bulky travel bag over my head and stuffing it into the overflowing luggage rack.I managed to finish all this, sat down with a sigh of relief, and took out a thick book from my handbag, which was "Blood and Gold" by Anne Rice.I opened the bookmark and saw that the vampire Marius had left Byzantium and came to Venice.

I walked with him through those exquisite squares and cloisters, and saw the soft purple sunset light reflected in St. Mark's Basilica, the winged lion on the top of the column overlooking the emerald green sea, gray doves and white seagulls in the sky flying between.I didn’t come back to my senses until the flight attendant started to deliver the food, and when I raised my head, the snow-white clouds outside the small window made my eyes hurt.Only then did I realize that I had already left Beijing very far. I put down the book and looked around, sitting next to me was a blonde beauty in a purple silk dress, who had been reading the book of French poetry in her hand intently.I turn my eyes away.A few out-of-country tour groups from unknown places, countless business elites of all sizes wearing neat suits, and many young students who went to study in the UK like me.

Ten hour flight.There is still a long way to go.After lunch I plugged in my headphones and decided to take a nap, but tossed and turned for quite a while, only to say "pardon" (sorry) to the blonde girl next door.I turned down the volume, closed my eyes and listened to Marilyn Manson screaming in my ears-it had always been my lullaby, but after listening to it for a while, I lost sleep at all.So I had no choice but to open my eyes, turn on the dim ceiling light, and try to focus on the vampire Marius and his journey. Before leaving, I had more than one dream of coming to London.I dreamed that I met a deep and charming handsome guy on the plane, he said he was a devil, and he also knew the vampire Count Dracula!I dreamed that we were chatting on the plane all the time, and he told me a bet about dreams.The ending of the story is that the seemingly weak little prince ascended the throne as he wished, but the devil who assisted him turned into a swan.In the end, he repeatedly emphasized to me that we must stick to our dreams, so I have come to London, haven't I?Alone, with overweight luggage on the road to study.It's always been my dream to get into the best art school in London, and I'm already on my way.I am very satisfied with my current state, although the "in-flight affair" that I had imagined in advance did not happen in the end.

I try to chat with the beautiful woman sitting next to me.No no, you're wrong, I'm straight and straight, only interested in handsome guys.But I'm so bored.The beauty's English with a French accent is very moving, but I really have no interest in the poetry she is passionate about.Well, I read Baudelaire after all, but only because all the goths in the world love him.As for the others, Satan, I can't even tell the difference between Dumas and Balzac, so how can I know who they are? In short, I don't think this embarrassment of playing the piano has any time-compressing effect.And I didn't fall asleep for a minute!To me, ten hours is like ten years.At 4:30 p.m. London time, when we finally landed at Heathrow Airport, I got off the plane with a sore back and swollen calves, complaining about the huge gap between reality and expectations, and went out to claim my luggage.

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