Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I hurriedly bought a bottle of wine from New World Winery before the deadline.

During this period of time, the situation is special. After 10:30 in the evening, alcoholic drinks are no longer allowed to be sold anywhere. I rushed to the store immediately after eating, and I didn’t even have time to choose a vintage. Fortunately, I bought a semi-sweet wine. The taste of New World wines is always simple and clear. The weather conditions of the year do not matter so much.

Miss Pan De asked me to meet at her house tomorrow. She will cook for me.

I didn't ask for the outer packaging, and when I was waiting for the car with a bottle of wine, I felt a little bit like that kind of drunk.

It might actually be the same.

I seem to have actually met her, but not when I was at Frankfurt Airport, a little earlier than that.

Is she that person? Because it was only a one-sided bond, and ten years had passed, I couldn't make up my mind. Not to mention anything else, Miss Pande has always been in Boston, why did she appear in Pioneer Valley? Did she perform at that time? My chest is undulating, like a deer running around.

After returning home, I was busy replying to emails until more than two o'clock in the morning. Now that I have agreed to her invitation, I don't want to break my promise. This weekend I will be an ordinary person stripped of my social identity-at least try to do so. I don't expect myself to be perfect the first time I try something.

Then I lost sleep all night.

When I got up in the morning for HIIT, my heart rate never exceeded 160. I rinse my heart rate belt, add protein/powder to myself, take a shower, and iron my clothes. I feel strangely excited about everything. It is as if a small seed has sprouted, and it has grown up under the care of the sun and wind. When people pass by, they inadvertently glance over and see it suddenly bloom like a fist: Ah, it is called The flower of "expectation" bloomed.

It's just flowers, I think.

Obviously such a common thing, why do I become so happy?

Her home is near the subway station where we first walked and said goodbye. No wonder she would send me there at the time. The place is very easy to find, the top apartment in the CBD, the popularity must be very high.

And she still lives on the top floor, the so-called penthouse-in such a comparison, her car is not a luxury at all.

But now, Miss Pande is just an ordinary person who happens to live here, and I am just me, on an ordinary Saturday, with an ordinary plan to meet the people I want to meet.

Miss Pan De was waiting outside the subway station.

"Hi." I saw her from a distance, raised my hand and beckoned.

She waited until I got closer, and the smile became clear from the distance and the mask, and she said softly, "Hi."

"You are perfect today."

"Hmm..." She made a little nasal sound, her eyes were a little mischievous, "I thought you would speak more, I don't know, more sophisticated?"

"You look perfect." I said again, "Really."

"Thank you." She finally lost the battle, lowered her head and smiled and said, "I like you to wear this way."

"I'm honored." I blinked.

Because I couldn't make it, I handed her the wine in advance when registering the visitor list. She thanked her in a low voice, looked at the label for a while, and asked, "Did we drink this?"

"You are right." I replied, "I chose it for you when I was at the National Gallery. It was the day of the concert."

"Oh!" She narrowed her eyes with a smile, "I love that kind of wine. Today I prepared good ingredients, and I believe we will not disappoint your gift."

The elevator door opened.

She brought me slippers with an outer wrapper. There is always a huge entrance hall in a one-family apartment, but this space is well used by her. There are vases on the shoe cabinets with four or five white roses in bud. Miss Pan De hung the key ring on the coat rack. This behavior is really unusual. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" She was a little annoyed.

I stopped smiling, but my eyes were still smiling: "Is this your family habit?"

"It's one of my personal habits, I guess?" She took off the mask and hung it on the coat rack. After a pause, she threw it in a sealed trash can and motioned me to also throw it in. My brother laughed at me when he came over. It's very efficient, and it's not easy to forget-did you put the key in the bowl with coins on the shoe cabinet?"

"Wow." I said deliberately, "Siri, remind me to clean up the room and hide all the shy things before Sonia goes to my house."

"What's the shy thing?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Food waste, half-eaten quick-frozen pizza, clothes that haven't had time to put in the washing machine... I can make a list for you."

"Should that make people feel embarrassed? Oh," she said with a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I just did a general cleaning today—"

Turning the corner of the wall, his eyes suddenly opened up. We are in her living room.

"Welcome to my house." Miss Pan De said.

When it comes to the large flat-floor luxury apartments with all-glass exterior walls, people will always think of those minimalist decorations that are modern in style and full of money—her living room is not like that at all. Of course, spaciousness and brightness are my first impression. This hasn't changed much, but there is a strong atmosphere of life here. Miss Pan De's home is like her, beautiful, lively and full of fun.

The most eye-catching is a glass showcase placed against the wall, which replaces the place where the general TV is located, facing the light-colored sofa with delicate leather surface. The most abundant lighting arrangements in the living room should have gathered there, a few spotlights hit the stage in the carefully protected glass cabinet, and a long red dress seemed to be alive, standing there forever.

There is a shocking beauty.

"It's kind of weird, I know." Miss Pan De followed me and explained, "But I am in a good mood when I see it, so be weird if it is strange."

"Not surprising. Your family told me that you are an interesting person." I restrained my gaze and stopped looking at the furnishings. "Is it your dance skirt? It seems to be much larger than the skirt of a normal Latin dance dress."

"This is the dance costume of the bullfighting dance. The skirt is equivalent to a cloak, so it is very wide." She gestured, "Have you seen the bullfighting dance?"

I shook my head.

She took me to sit down on the sofa and pulled out a tablet from under the coffee table next to her. Speaking of it, I was surprised: there was not a pillow on her sofa. I couldn't help but think of her with one cushion behind her back, one in her arms, and two pillows alone, and she hesitated under her feet.

But I still sat down. I have not forgotten why I came today. Since she is only her and I am only me, there is nothing that should or shouldn't be.

Miss Pande has a wish about me, and I happen to be the one who is willing to fulfill her wish.

We got close. She found a video skillfully, and the tablet was placed between our knees, and I held it with my hand.

"This female dancer is called Yulia, she is very strong." Miss Pande introduced before clicking play, "They have retired, so we can only watch this clear performance."

The background music is a fragment of the Broadway musical "Nine". Perhaps because of this, the dance is not very intense. Compared with a matador and an enraged bull, it is more like two people tempting each other and constantly approaching each other.

These few minutes of dancing are extremely tense, smooth and full of stories. I didn't know dance originally, but now I am even more enthusiastic, I don't know whether to watch dance or watch her. I was just thinking, she must be very beautiful on the skirt in the glass case.

"This is a milder bullfighting dance. How about it?"

"I didn't see the cow." I said.

She laughed: "You are right. In this dance, the female dancer is more like a bullfighter's cloak than a bull. Sometimes the female dancer plays the bullfight, so the dance steps will be more intense and have More confrontational."

"Their dance looks very powerful." I pretended to be looking at her skirt and quietly moved to the outside. The red dress, which was almost a manifestation of beauty, unknowingly became so thin that I couldn't help but stare. Even if I looked over in this way, I still couldn't stay focused. Finally, I found something to say and said: "I only watched "Carmen", not the one on Broadway..."

"Flamenco?"

"Yes." I confessed that I didn't know anything about it. "It's a bit embarrassing, but I can't see anything more than beauty and passion."

"You have seen the essence of dance." She laughed, "Better than me. The first time I watched Latin dance, I was scared to cry by shaking my head."

I froze for a moment: "How old were you then?"

"Four or five years old." She looked at me a little mischievously, "but I don't remember it myself, it's my mother who often mentions this."

"Did you visit at that time?" I was thinking that Indian children might also have to attend hobby classes.

She shook her head: "My mother is a former Latin dancer. I thought her neck was about to break."

I paused. Fortunately, I quickly thought of the wording and said: "Although it may not be so common, but from another perspective, you were very caring when you were a kid."

She took a breath: "You and my mother must be very talkative. She uses this as proof that I am very considerate and tells everyone who knows me..."

I looked at her, trying to comfort her something. But when Miss Pan De looked over, the two of us avoided sight almost at the same time. I pursed my lips and said, "This dancer, she doesn't seem to be tall. Is it one meter seven?"

This is really the worst topic I have ever found in my life.

Fortunately, Miss Pande doesn't seem to dislike it: "You will be surprised."

After speaking, she backed out of the video, cut into the album and selected a folder, which was full of active photos with the flash open and everyone glowing red. I lowered my head and let her search, the tablet was between us, one of her arms was already touching me, and I felt stiff in the lower half of my body.

There are two people in the last photo that stayed on the screen. The young one is tall but shy; the other one is obviously Yulia, the female dancer in the video just now, and is wearing the same skirt, which may have been filmed on the day the video was recorded. Yulia is half a head shorter than Miss Pande.

"The dancer's figure is so good, it's hard to guess the height without comparison. It doesn't count as a loss for me." I looked at her in the photo. Time has carved her beauty, and Miss Pan De has become more and more attractive.

Miss Pan De did not speak immediately. I raised my head and happened to look at her.

The smell of her perfume is in the air.

"Yao." She looked over, "Did you recognize me?"