woman wearing irish linen shirt

In order to meet the daughter of the Capulet family, Romeo searched the orchard at night.

Carrying the temperature of the shirt that had just been scorched, I took the night and shuttled to Miss Pender's house.

As usual, the administrator asked me to register, took me to the elevator room, and swiped the access card for me.The master standing at the top of the tower tonight is just waiting...

And I don't know if I can come and go freely.

The far or near gossip I heard during the gatherings at the old family's house during the day seemed to be a peripheral profile of Miss Pender, and it seemed to be something I hadn't glimpsed yet that belonged to her.I also tried to do my homework on the way here, but those questions and answers on Quora that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and introductions full of proper nouns in Wikipedia, still seem textual and academic, and thus become a kind of label, a thin The notion that I don't feel that is what still plagues the social reality of Indian descent.

Perhaps the word "trouble" carries the prejudice of outsiders.

Of course I still know what caste is—but it’s hard for me to say with certainty what I really know. Cultivation topics are so popular, but if I catch a random passer-by in China, I can tell who the “Three Qings” are, and the proportion Still low.

I have never set foot in India.A copy of "The God of Small Things", the Indians from the United Kingdom and Singapore I have been in contact with for so many years overseas, or the Indians who have embraced the United States from accent to culture, constitute all my stereotypes.

I think that is India.I feel like I know roughly what "India" is - just like I think I know her roughly.

She is about the same as me, wandering on the earth, neither east nor west, east and west, her stomach is the stomach of her hometown, and she can't go back to her hometown.

I think so.

The door was ajar.Ms. Pande probably left the door for me when the administrator reported it. I went in by myself, changed my shoes, and my heart beat a little faster.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. Miss Pan De was standing in front of the window, most of the lines of her shoulders escaped from the cover of the racerback vest, her legs were stretched out straight, parallel to the ground, and she glanced at me faintly. Did not speak.

I'm waiting around the corner.Her yoga is not over yet, and the floor lamp on the side of the book wall gives her a thin layer of light.Every time she finishes dancing, her mental state is different, but tonight she is even more dazzling than usual, I don't know if it's the light or my illusion.

If it is light, what kind of light is it?

Miss Pan De, who is exuding brilliance today, seems to be the afterglow of money even at the edge of the halo.

I imagined my opening line: I'll stand here later, waiting for her to come, and sniff her on purpose.I even thought out my lines, just say she smells extra rich today.

Miss Pender was over quickly.

In fact, I didn't realize it at the first time. Even when I do yoga, I end up subconsciously doing ten together, but her ending action is a typical quadriceps stretching.I belatedly realized when she was walking toward me—

Finally, we meet in front of her red dress.

My body sneaks away.

Outside the spotlight, Miss Pender is half in the light and half in the shadows.As a result, her outline is more three-dimensional, but in the changing light and shadow, what is added is only her style, her existence.Those plotting in the dark, those aggressive things are completely insulated from her at this moment.

Her eyes were so bright and bright, as if there was a fire in her life.

Sandalwood mixed with Miss Pender's perfume.We didn't know when we hugged each other.

Wow, I miss her so much.

She and I were separated a little bit, with an indescribable tenderness in her eyes, looked at each other for a moment, and then said: "Don't you want to introduce the things you brought over?"

"Oh." I held the bouquet in front of me, "It was given to me by Katya—Rudra's daughter."

Miss Pender looked at the bouquet and nodded slowly: "It looks like it was carefully matched."

"Oh." I replied vaguely, met her eyes, and was stunned, "What are you thinking, she is only 13 years old!"

Miss Pender laughed, noncommittal: "Okay."

I felt hairy: "Can I not be popular with children?"

"I was just wondering," she didn't answer at all, "whether you want to take the flowers back."

It should have been brought back.But since she asked that, I felt embarrassed, so I said, "Would you like to let it stay in your vase? I think the white rose at the door should be replaced too."

She looked at me again with that indescribable smile, and after a while she spread her hand in front of me, beckoning with her fingers.Turning around with a bouquet mixed with several kinds of wild flowers, Miss Pan De went to the porch, saying as she walked, "I miss you too."

My ears suddenly burned up.

She skillfully changed the flowers, and when changing the water, she picked up the tools hanging on the wall next to her and washed the inner wall of the vase.The flowers Katya gave me were all picked in the yard, and the stems were limited in length, so it was difficult to match this vase.Miss Pender kept a few sickly roses, and put the bouquet in without any trouble.

I was a little surprised: "I thought these things were done by hourly workers for you."

"The cleaners only come once a week, and my flowers are changed every three days. They can't help." She took the shirt hanging from the coat rack and draped it over her shoulders, sat down next to me, and lay back again , pulling away the distance from me.

The main light was turned on when she came over, and the beautiful lines of Miss Pender's arms were clearly visible as she leaned on the sofa.I looked along, and I knew I was at a disadvantage again: but I couldn't find any teasing intentions from her.

Miss Pender looked at me as I looked at her.

"I missed my appointment on Friday, I'm sorry." She spoke slowly, as if hesitating, wanting to make a promise to make up for me, "Well...you know—"

"I can understand." I touched the back of her hand reassuringly, "Anyway, I saw you today, didn't I?"

Her eyebrows were raised helplessly, and she sighed softly: "Is there anything I can do? I want to make up for it."

The red dress on the opposite side of the sofa almost became a luminous body under the combination of light and heat.I looked over inadvertently, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Can I watch you dance?"

"Well," Miss Pender looked a little surprised, "I haven't performed for a long time, and I have no plans to be on stage in the future."

I smiled and shook my head: "I mean normal practice."

She looked back at me, her eyes paused for a strange moment, then returned to flow.No, it seems to be more than that, more fluid than smooth: is it the light flowing in her eyes?I can't tell.

But what is a glance, since today, my understanding has deepened.

"Maybe a little dry," Miss Pender explained, "I'm not sure if we can talk, you know, I literally practice all day. You sure want to spend a whole Sunday on something like this up?"

"I'd love to." I laughed unconsciously, "I'll be free next Sunday, by the way."

She narrowed her eyes: "Seriously?"

Ah, it was the weekend before her birthday.I hesitated, "Is there a party?"

Miss Pan De shook her head: "It's not like that. Well, then I'll ask the owner of the dance studio, Yao, are you sure you didn't work that day?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "I'll turn off the phone when the time comes."

She laughed out loud: "No need."

After speaking, Miss Pande really took out the phone.Everything went so well, I actually wanted to see her dance for a long time, but I was too embarrassed to say this request: after all, it was her unshakable schedule, and how could she introduce me?Thinking of this makes me cringe.

Well, the beach date can wait.Dance classroom sounds more interesting.

She sent several messages in a row, the content should be very short, but when she reached the last person, she had to type for a long time.I felt like I had waited for at least two or three minutes, and her hands were not typing all the time, and she stopped for a moment after a while, obviously phrasing.

I glanced at her twice and resisted not asking.After another minute or two, her message was finally finished—Miss Pender put the phone directly into my hand.

I didn't know why, so I raised my head, only to hear her say, "Look for yourself."

The screen displayed a long list of... things that looked like Portuguese but I didn't understand a single word.

The other person's nickname is in Russian. I scrolled up and glanced at the head of the person very quickly. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything.I returned the phone to her: "I don't understand it. Is this another written language in Russian?"

Miss Pan De was obviously dissatisfied with this guess, folded her arms, and squinted at me.

I understood right away.is the Polish alphabet.

I took a breath, felt reasonable again, and couldn't find any confidence, and finally whispered: "I haven't seen it before..."

The person on the opposite side returned quickly.Miss Pender gave me a sideways look, copied and pasted, read aloud, all in one go.I couldn't comprehend this magical operation at all, but from Siri's mechanical voice, I heard that the answer was in Russian.

Probably in Russian.After all, I can only speak words such as "Davari" and "Blaji" that remain in Chinese.

Compared with the real body of words, Miss Pender's reaction is more meaningful.She looked at me while listening, her smile deepened, she didn't know what she was laughing at.After listening to the news, Miss Pan De simply replied, and then turned off the screen.

There was narrowness in her eyes playing hide and seek: "So you are not good at everything. At least today we know that you don't speak any Slavic language."

I originally wanted to put on a cold face to make her realize my mistake, but when I opened my mouth, seeing her complacent look, the coldness melted away unintentionally, and only pampering remained: "You want to laugh at me for such a thing?" ?"

"Of course not." She shook her head, "I just want a little revenge."

"for what?"

"What would you think if I mistook Chinese Characters for Kanji?"

I pursed my lips: "I will think you did it on purpose, and then ask if you are Pakistani."

She laughed all of a sudden: "You responded wonderfully. I decided to forgive you."

I don't even know why she smiles so happily.It's just that my heart seemed to soften suddenly, and she sank in at just the right time, becoming a treasure inlaid here.The corner of my mouth couldn't help but twitch: "So I can go dancing with you next Sunday?"

She nodded.

"I think I'll enjoy it."

"Save that for next week." She stroked my apple muscles, as if stroking my smile.

The shirt hanging from his shoulders slid down with this movement.Miss Pender just looked at me and didn't move.

And I turn from stillness.