Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

"My four stars are not for food." Miss Pande blinked, "First of all, the food tonight is still hot, relatively fresh, and there should be no food safety issues. I will give it two stars. Minus two stars Stars are a bit harsh...but I have gradually realized that you are a gourmet, so let us neutralize our opinions and give it sporadic stars."

I nodded. At the moment, I still feel my ears are hot, it is useless to say more.

"You wear a seersucker shirt that I like, put on your makeup, booked a seat in advance, and the person who asked me is you. These are one star." Miss Pan De's index finger gently fiddled with her earrings, "Personal Emotionally speaking, I am willing to give you one more star, but today you are contacting me temporarily. The weather is terrible, and the food is average—not to be counted on me—the food is also average, equal to each other, a total of four stars. "

I really want to go over and kiss her now.

But we only spent half of our dinner, and here is another public place. Although she said she didn't mind, but there are others around, the world is so small, even for her, I can't help but worry. I just reached out and touched her left hand holding the fork, and said softly, "Some people sound like me really like me."

Her eyes disappeared all of a sudden, as if she felt timid, and immediately chased me to force me. Miss Pan De calmed down almost immediately and said, "How would you rate it?"

"I don't score." I said, "Your willingness to reward is already a reward for me."

Miss Pan De glanced at me with a smile hidden in the corner of her mouth: "Sweet-talking badass."

I asked the waiter to buy an umbrella for me from the concierge. Expensive, much more expensive than what I carry in my bag, but in this way I can just let her fight with me: my folding umbrella is a single person, it is difficult to take care of both of us at the same time.

Miss Pan De's suit today has a very good gloss. I am afraid that the material is expensive. I took off the cotton jacket I was wearing and tied it around her waist. When it rains heavily in Singapore, it is meaningless to use an umbrella. As long as the wind changes, the clothes and pants will be wet. As soon as we reached the gate, Miss Pan De suddenly said, "Do you mind taking a walk?"

"Of course not." I subconsciously responded, paused again, and added, "On such a rainstorm day?"

She nodded and looked at me sincerely.

"Good." I agreed immediately.

Three seconds of silence for my leather shoes.

She did not say the destination. I still follow the subway, so that if she changes her mind temporarily, we won't become some ghosts on the rainy night.

The rain was less than when we were eating, and it was still very alarming. The rain fell on the umbrella, like five hundred people were tap dancing at the same time. It's uncertain when the rain will stop. I let Miss Pan De go inside and push the sleeve of my right-hand shirt up to the elbow so that I can sense the wind direction.

She hugged my left arm holding the umbrella.

"It's so romantic." I said, "It's also very luxurious. Your tailor will cry."

"My tailor likes me to spoil my clothes." Miss Pande didn't seem to care, listened to me and laughed, "So that she can get new orders."

There are very few female practitioners in this circle, and almost all of them are in charge of tailoring work. I asked: "Where do you make your clothes?"

"I've been to some famous stores in Hong Kong and Singapore, but it was mainly a friend of my family who helped me make suits. Her store is in Mumbai." Miss Pan De's finger tapped on my arm twice, as if he was touching me again. He tightened his arms a little bit like, "They do two Asian trunk shows every year, and my figure is maintained well. I hardly need to adjust, and sometimes I place orders remotely."

Friends at home? This wording is really strange, but I think she should be talking about a certain elder with complicated generations, so she nodded and said, "Are you cold?"

She shook her head: "I just..."

Oh.

She wants to be closer to me.

"Would you like to hold the umbrella for a while?" I smiled, "If you are tired, change me again."

I put my arms around her shoulders.

Miss Pan De's shoulders trembled slightly, as if the coolness I brought shocked her. But she melted very quickly, and the shoulder holding the umbrella leaned closer to me, as if she was safe with me, as if I didn't mean to hurt her at all.

There was no one everywhere, so I turned my head and pecked her cheek.

We did not speak any more. The rain came really in time. My reservations and concerns were all caught in the sewers of the city. She held an umbrella with me like the closest person, and shared with me the incomplete scenery under the umbrella. We listened to the same rain, took the same wind, and exchanged the same moist air.

Why haven’t you found Singapore to be such a good place before?

The bus stop was already very close. Before we knew it, we walked two kilometers. Gradually there was only light rain, and a few people gathered on the platform, most of whom did not hold umbrellas. A car drove up.

I said: "Do you want to take a train?"

"where to?"

"my home."

As soon as the car door closed, I felt a strange coolness. It is completely different from the coolness you smell when you are walking on the road. The breeze circulating in the car awakens the skin with a little moisture. The wet clothing contains the smell of unsettled summer, mixed in the mask. The warm breath brings me the feeling of being in a dream.

Miss Pan De was by my side, slowly finishing the mask, and folding my coat on one side, laying it on her lap. I wiped off the water droplets on the umbrella, and threw the toilet paper into the bag. The umbrella was hung on the front seat handle on her side.

She wants to go home with me.

Just thinking of this makes my scalp slightly numb.

Miss Pande's voice was a little hesitant: "Well, I didn't mean to watch it...but you seem to have an umbrella?"

"It's a folding umbrella, too small." I whispered in her ear, "I can't hide from the rain with you."

"We can hit one by one." Her voice was a little low, showing lack of confidence.

I said again: "In that case, I can't hold you around."

Miss Pan De bit her lip and had nothing to say. She glanced at me and turned to look at the street scene.

I can't help but laugh.

When the "Breaker" was first launched, every other public transportation system seat was affixed with a "No Seating" sticker. This measure is like "cohabitants need to maintain social distancing". It has not been implemented for too long, and it is no longer visible. The mask order is strictly enforced, and occasionally news of disputes between bus drivers and passengers can be seen.

There are some old people here, who are called "elder residents" in the local area. They have very tough personalities, and they can fight for a long time on everything. Dengue fever is very serious now. It is necessary to prevent airborne transmission and mosquito bites. Some older residents still maintain the determination to fight the unpleasant things to the end. I am almost impressed.

If I can have this determination, I will throw my coat out the window now.

Then he held Miss Pande's hand that was originally pressed on the jacket.

The rain has stopped. I stood up early, got up and rang the bell.

We were still wearing masks when we got out of the car, and she sorted and put on my coat. A small piece of the hem was wet, but fortunately, her trousers were intact. Suddenly, I remembered that the night I went to the concert, she arranged the shawl for me like today, and the back of her hand seemed to inadvertently rubbed my skin, and I didn't dare to move.

Time has changed and the situation has been completely different.

I thought about the company again in a daze, a little dazed.

Miss Pan De also turned the collar over for me. She got very close, but unlike before, she is now fully armed with a mask, and I can't sneak attack.

If you can't sneak attack, you can only face the enemy head-on.

I took a handbag and a long-handled umbrella, looked at her, and was about to say something, Miss Pande had led me forward. She looked as usual, as if she should have been. Seeing me look over, she even raised her eyebrows casually.

Then, with my fingers intertwined.

She must be acting. This woman...

But the palms of my hands were hot, and there was no room to break her.

We can finally take a leisurely walk. The torrential rain that had helped me a lot earlier only left a layer of persistent moisture on the ground. Miss Pan De was playful and dragged me into the puddle.

I thought it was funny, and said: "The children are walking in the puddles only when they wear rain boots."

Miss Pan De looked down at her deep and shallow, completely disfigured suede penny shoes, and went to the low-lying place nonchalantly, saying: "Adults can step on them in leather shoes."

I opened my mouth and couldn't think of a rebuttal, so I had to let her.

The one-stop ride is too short, and I still have some ideas. It can be imagined that the days to come will be long, and that slight loss will disappear instantly, replaced by a more prolonged joy. Miss Pan De also slowed down, and the ten fingers that interlocked with me did not know what was tapping, and rhythmically left her heat on the back of her hand.

When I reached the door, my hand loosened slightly. She still held it and raised her eyebrows to look at me, but I faintly expressed some dissatisfaction.

I whispered: "Aren't you my sister?"

"Sister can't hold hands with you?" she said without embarrassment.

"Okay." I laughed. "Sister, go and register."

The one on duty today "knows" that she is the administrator of my sister. When we saw us come in hand in hand, the facial expression management is quite professional, without any hesitation. It makes me feel that this apartment management company is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. He obviously remembered Miss Pan De: yes, considering her nonsense ability, coupled with her unforgettable beauty, it seems more challenging to forget so quickly.

"I changed my mind." Miss Pan De said, "I still hate you for calling me'sister'."

I took her out of the elevator: "Then what do you like?"

"I like you to call my name." She stood at the door, stroked one of my ears, her fingertips entwined and fiddled at the base of the ear, evoking my déjà vu trembling.

The door opened, and Miss Pande whispered: "Call me."

There is no light in the room. I took off her mask and moved closer to her: "Sonia."

The kiss fell.