glass lover

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"Is it so difficult to decide, Nedhardt?"

Margaret smiled and urged Murat who had been dawdling in the flower shop for half an hour.Murat walked back and forth among the buckets of flowers of various colors, hesitating.

"Hurry up, or we'll be late."

After another 10 minutes, Murat came out of the flower shop holding a bouquet of light yellow roses with purple petals.The rare warm sun in winter appeared from the clouds and shone on Margaret’s lemon yellow car. The gentle and pure luster matched the colors of flowers mixed in the flower shop window.

"Go get the cake."

The two drove through the streets in a small car.Today's weather indicates that spring is coming, and many people have already come out to visit the open-air market.

"Is there anything else you forgot?" Margaret asked Murat with her hands on the steering wheel, "then go there."

"Well, what do you think of the color of my bow tie today?" Murat touched the neckline, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Looks good. It would be even better if you put a little whipped cream on it." Margaret gave him a narrow smile and started the car.

The car turned into the officer's residence area, and a beautiful young woman was already standing at the door waiting for them with her child in her arms.Today is Ludwig's first birthday, and Elaine decided early in the morning to hold a birthday party for her son.

"Come on, Aunt Margaret hugs you!" As soon as she got out of the car, Margaret stretched out her arms and took Ludwig.The child giggled and looked back at Murat who got out of the car.

Elaine smiled and waved to Murat.Holding a bouquet and cake, Murat walked slowly in front of her, "This is for Ludwig."

"Thank you! I'm really glad you took the time to come over today!" Elaine took the bouquet, and the rich floral fragrance immediately enveloped her upper body, "Do you want to play with Ludwig? He seems to be very fond of you. I'm interested."

Murat was standing next to Margarita, Ludwig reached out to grab his tie with great interest, and was immediately confused.Murat untied it generously, and stuffed the whole thing into Ludwig's hands. At this time, the child opened his hands and threw himself on Murat.

Reiner greeted everyone in the house.Ludwig refused to leave Murat, not even his mother.

Apart from Marguerite and Murat, the visitors included several employees of Poplar, and nothing else.Ludwig sat on Murat's lap, listening to everyone singing happy birthday to him, and waving his little hands happily.The child's clear eyes turned around among a group of adults, still holding the bow tie in his hand, contented.

After dinner, Elaine and Margaret sat together and talked intimately.

"Do you remember the wish I asked you to make during Chinese New Year last year?" Elaine asked softly in Margaret's ear.

They were still holding apple juice in their hands. Margaret raised her glass and smiled mysteriously.

"Respect for last year's wish! Your part has probably been fulfilled."

The two laughed together.Murat hugged Ludwig and sat on a sofa by the window. The winter sun that was not dazzling outside the window slanted in, and the shadows of the window panes cast shadows on the big and small bodies.Not long after, the child fell asleep leaning against Murat's chest, leaving a trail of saliva, and then Murat, propping his chin on one hand, dozed off.

"Wait!" Seeing this scene, Margaret picked up the briefcase she never left, and took out the album and pencils.Even though they have known each other for many years, Elaine has never seen her impromptu drawing like this, and she stood there watching her earnestly compose the picture stroke by stroke.

Everyone else in the room seemed to have noticed it, and they all fell silent.The only sound left is the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.Margaret seemed to be a different person. The lake green eyes had not shown such desire, enthusiasm and brilliance for many years. Elaine even noticed that her hands were trembling slightly, but the steady skills of those hands after years of training , easily overcame the excitement without affecting the smooth lines of the pen.

Before Elaine had time to admire, the sketch was completed.People gathered around to look at the painting.Only then did Margaret come back to her senses shyly, and handed out the book in her hand to pass it on to everyone.By the window of the living room, Murat was awakened by the chattering voices, opened her eyes and looked towards the opposite side of the living room.

What caught his eyes was Margaret, who was sitting on a floral cloth sofa and wearing a dark green woolen dress.The attention of the few people around her was all attracted by the album, and everyone was busy exchanging opinions.But Margaret didn't join their conversation, she just leaned gracefully on the arm of the sofa, staring at herself quietly.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be only a few seconds, and it seemed like half an hour. Marguerite got up, walked to Murat with the sketchbook, and opened the page just now for him to read with a smile.

"how do you feel?"

"Is this the first time you've drawn me?"

Murat was still holding the sleeping Ludwig with one hand, and gently flipped through the picture album with the other.This is the first page, and the rest is blank.

"Like it?"

Murat nodded.

"If I don't like it, will you keep drawing until I am satisfied?"

"If you want me to draw a few pictures."

Myu stretched out her hand and gently held her right hand that was still holding the pencil.

(Finish)