Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

The dinner was lacklustre.

The steak tastes good, but that is the foundation of the meat quality. I hardly do anything. I just need to turn over regularly. This kind of work hardly brings a sense of accomplishment. What impressed me the most was the bare broccoli. The taste is very different from what I usually eat. If I do a double-blind test with my eyes closed, I will treat them as two different kinds of vegetables that are related to each other. possible.

Miss Pan De politely praised me earnestly. Frankly speaking, her praise has always been sincere, but tonight she happened to focus on the steak, whose meat quality is everything, and the salad dressing, which is entirely based on the book. I don’t know how to accept it cheeky.

"Well, cheese tastes really good." She let out a contented sigh when using dessert, "Which store did you order?"

I told her the name of the shop: "Why can't I make it by myself?"

Her response was very smooth: "I don't have molds in my house."

"So you completely believe that I can make such a cake?" I looked at her with a smile.

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Okay. I don't know you like sea salt cheesecake. After all, it's very—" I paused. "In your terms, it's boring."

"There is nothing wrong with being bored." She looked over. "Aren't you just someone who likes boredom?"

"I have nothing to do with'boring'." I emphasized, "If you feel that way, it means you have a certain prejudice against conservative and professional choices... and today is my birthday. I think The largest person who celebrates his birthday is a cross-cultural rule."

She blinked: "Just as you said."

I pursed my mouth: "What gift did you prepare for me?"

"I would say," she stood up and turned her head to look at me, "the kind of conservative and stable choice."

"Earrings?" I vaguely caught the mischief in her expression.

Miss Pan De shook her head.

At this time, she went to the hallway and brought her bag over, and took out her mobile phone from it to play around for a while.

The screen of my phone is on.

Miss Pan De sent a picture.

"Wish coupon?" I read it out slowly, squinting slightly.

She arrived in front of me, holding her arms, like a high-ranking person with a well-established mind. However, there were unconcealed fears and expectations in her expression. It seemed that she was handing in her homework.

I carefully observed the gift I received. It was obviously from her hand-painted and scanned the hand-painted coupon. The handwriting was very clear, and the terms of use and restrictions were rigorously worded like a contract.

Miss Pan De gave me a chance to make a wish.

She took a breath: "You don't seem to be very satisfied."

"Where is the mother?" I looked up, "I want that piece of paper."

"That's not important." Miss Pan De looked at my mobile phone, "You can redeem your wish with this picture."

"But I want paper, more ceremonial, and more like a gift." I glanced at her, she looked at me condescendingly, but it made me think of rebellion.

But today I have a natural right, maybe I don't have to fight each other. I looked at her like a puppy looking at a beautiful girl.

She is indeed a beautiful girl.

However, I can execute much better than a puppy.

I hugged Miss Pan De by the waist and rubbed my head against her: "Can I get the original ‘wish ticket’ you made?"

"I thought you like electronic things." She still folded her arms, and her arms separated her chest from my head. I could only rub against the soft cashmere sweater. It’s easy to save and won’t be lost, and it’s in line with your usual habits. Do you think I gave a terrible gift?"

"It's not like that. I like your gift." I looked up, hiding my aggressiveness, "but this is the result of your labor, don't you want to give me a more complete gift?"

"That is the complete gift." Miss Pande still does not let go, "Its mother is not part of your birthday gift."

"Is a birthday person only worth a wish? I know you gave me a wish, but I still want to get one more greedily." I was pitiful.

Miss Pan De looked at me and sighed softly. She finally smiled, her eyes helpless: "Okay. When the ‘wish coupon’ is redeemed, I will stamp the paper version as invalid, and leave it to you as a memorial. Do you think this kind of disposal is good?"

"Good idea!" I laughed immediately.

Miss Pan De rubbed my head with a satisfied expression.

"So you like my gift?" she asked.

I stood up: "I like it very much. I will think about what wish I should make..."

She stopped my hand that was about to pack the dishes: "Let me do it, birthday girl. You can start your thinking now."

Because the purpose was achieved and she was very attentive, I was easily coaxed into the bathroom to wash first.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I was suddenly hit by my intuition. After a moment, I forgot to turn on the faucet.

……Innocent.

I am too naive.

This whole set of "Take care of my habits" electronic version of wish coupons is a complete trap at all.

The purpose of Miss Pan De was to persuade me to really use this voucher instead of just treating it as a simple souvenir and storing it in a cabinet.

I even took the initiative to beg her for her design!

When the clean water hit my face, I squeezed out a foaming cleanser, not knowing what to think.

Why did I follow her way?

This gritted teeth impressed me deeply, and I avenged my revenge that night.

At dawn, Miss Pande hadn't woke up yet, so I adjusted the brightness of the phone to the darkest level and sat on the bed to check my birthday present.

Still.

The curtains in the bedroom left a slit, and the morning light leaked in and fell on the foot of the bed. She slept on the inner side, one arm and half of her shoulder were exposed from the quilt, and there was endless beauty in the dim light. The slightly curly long black hair covers her beautiful back line. I want to kiss her on the shoulder, but I am afraid that it will disturb her dreams.

Miss Pan De's eyebrows and eyes are hidden in the dreamland. I looked at it carefully through the light. I don't know when or why, but tears gradually came into being.

She promised me a wish.

And I have nothing to ask for.

Miss Pan De's brows moved slightly, her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes. She looked at me, smiled first, glanced out the window, and looked at me again.

I leaned down, nodded her lips, and kissed her forehead again: "Good morning."

She squinted and smiled: "Good morning. I love you."

I was stunned, just looking back at her, but Miss Pende stretched her waist and sat up with the quilt. Under the quilt, she touched mine with her foot and said softly: "Go and get my clothes for me."

Start calling people early in the morning.

I was still in shock and couldn't recover, just like a person who discovered a shocking secret, lifted the quilt, and went to look for her clothes stupidly. The underwear fell from the sofa to the floor somehow. I handed her the sweater first, turned the door open and went to the cloakroom.

She loves me.

My tears can't hold back.

For a long time, I always felt like I was hiding in an isolated island in the ocean. Sometimes there are dead fish rolled up by a storm, and sometimes the remains of a stranded ship. The only fish that lives in the wind and waves is the stench. I smell the danger, and the twigs are independent and trapped in the deep sea.

I am unknown in the ocean.

The storm engulfed me, the wind ravaged me, the stone and the waves carved my shape, I couldn't help but live without meaning. In this corner of the world, I was forgotten, I was kept, and I was blessed by loneliness.

I survived.

The distant wind came slowly, and wealth and civilization were sown on the other side of the ocean. I don’t remember who the first person to land on the island was. Some came to hunt for treasures, trying to find my secrets; some were just simple tourists, leaving on my beach those who would eventually be taken away by the waves. tour".

Miss Pande is an unforgettable ship.

She went too bravely and walked out of the hurricane. With the courage of the sky and the good luck of breaking the rules, her sails stood firm, straddling the frost and snow, breaking the thick fog, crossing the ravines of the sea, and walking towards me step by step. .

I conceal my coordinates, blur my latitude and longitude, I want to move, I want to hide to the other side of the world altogether.

On the other side of the world, under the deep sea, there is evidence of our meeting. With her dream catcher hung on the mast, Miss Pende mastered my secret language and sang me the song of wanderers.

But I am just an island. The land pierced my ankle, and the ocean changed my profile. They were so ruthless and indifferent. I knew no one would save me.

She didn't come here to help me.

Miss Pande is not here to rest, nor is there any shortage of sailing materials. She always strolls leisurely, sharing her joy, listening to the whispers of the island, occasionally burying withered fish, cleaning the history of the ocean that has been off shore.

In silence, she talked over and over again. She doesn't have to make a solemn promise and is not afraid of any suspicion and doubt.

She is the promise itself.

Miss Pan De accompanied me.

The gust of wind and rain retreated behind her, and I panted and cut my rusty chains.

I am free.

I am safe.

I finally, finally, have a wish, a home, and a paddle. I want to listen to the same record with her and eat lunch made by myself. I want to share her pains and joys, her thoughts, and her time. I want to cherish each other with her and go on a voyage with her.

I want to love her.

I can love her.

Bringing the clothes back to the bedroom, Miss Pande reluctantly nodded to my eyes. The two dressed up leisurely, checked each other, and went to the bathroom hand in hand to wash. She doesn't dislike me being so naive today, but I thought to myself, I am afraid that Miss Pan De is also enjoying it.

She combed her hair briefly and handed me the toothpaste by her hand.

I squeezed a short section for her and myself, and then took the brush head and applied the toothpaste on the teeth as evenly as possible.

Glancing at Miss Pan De in the mirror, I whispered: "I love you too."

Immediately after that, I pressed the button of the electric toothbrush.

The way she laughs is the most charming, but I just try to keep it cool and calm.