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I waved my hand to drive away the begging starling, and said, "I didn't know you were afraid of birds."

"I'm not afraid of birds," said Miss Pender.

Even though the bird was far away from us, she still refused to sit down, and her hands were lowered stiffly, barely touching her sides.I didn't knock her down, finished the chicken rice in a few mouthfuls, wiped my mouth and stood up: "Let's go."

She still doesn't move.

I raised my eyebrows slightly.

"Don't you want to buy a copy and take it away?" She looked at me, pretending not to care.

I couldn't help laughing, and nodded: "You're right."

The bird episode didn't bother her long, and after finishing her make-up, Miss Pender proposed that we take a walk along Nicoll Avenue.The scenery on this road is not bad, and the closer you get to the Marina Bridge, the better the scenery - after the bridge is the Merlion Park, most of Singapore's landmarks, where you can have a panoramic view.

I kind of want to hold her hand.Does she also occasionally want to hold hands with me and wander aimlessly?I think strolling through familiar or unfamiliar streets can be regarded as one of Miss Pender's hobbies, but which one does she prefer, interlocking fingers or shoulder to shoulder?Of course I can't ask, "I want to hold hands" is not so much a question as a coquettish.

If you wait until the end of the project...

But I'm all too familiar with myself.

Could it be that I can comfortably hold hands with her in a place like Singapore just by removing legal concerns?

That's not me.

Some people can do it, and some people, regardless of whether they are men or women, or what industry they are in, have the courage to treat others like clay figurines and be fearless in every gesture.Some gay men are taken from the bar to the police station, and their first reaction is to send a message to their friends saying that they have just been in a police car, and the policeman driving the car is very handsome, which is his style—this is of course a kind of For the entertainment of the social "correction" system, but even if I spend the rest of my life, I may not be able to achieve this level.

I'm not such a flamboyant person.

"There are so many animals here, sometimes it's hard to imagine that you're actually in the center of a metropolis." I gestured about a meter long, "I've seen such a big lizard at least two or three times, just Next to the bus stop."

She nodded: "There are very few animals near my house. The cats on the streets of Singapore are all cute, with round heads."

"It looks different from other places." I said, "By the way, can you tell the gender of a cat just by its appearance?"

She denied it, and looked at me suspiciously: "You can?"

I smiled: "I can. The face of male cats is usually more triangular, thin, like an enlarged mouse; female cats always have beautiful eyes. But this is more for native cats , the appearance of cats of a certain bloodline can change significantly."

"Do you like animals?" Miss Pender tilted her head. "This is the first time I've heard that cats have different eyes."

"I've always wanted one." I gave her a sneaky glance, "if there was a steady companion. I'm always on the go, and cats are very particular about their territory, and I don't want him or her to be on the road every now and then." Had to live in a pet hotel."

"Sounds great. What kind of cat do you like? Maine Coon or Exotic?" She laughed, but there was no further response.

I shake my head. "I don't care about the blood or the appearance. Maybe a healthy young native cat? Depends on what cats are waiting for me at the shelter when I adopt."

"Cats of certain breeds tend to have relatively stable personalities, and I'm thinking breed cats could still make the list. Considering how busy we all are," she circled her hand in the air, "you know, cats with more independent personalities , or something like that—the kind that doesn’t miss you at all even if you’re away for a month.”

I just felt my heart beating wildly, nodded stiffly, and said: "You are very considerate. But I don't think such cats exist. Whether a cat misses you or not depends on how you understand cats. But if he or she really has that kind of emotion If so, maybe it’s just the difference between what’s obvious and what’s not.”

Would she like to have a cat with me?

Miss Pande thought for a while, and agreed with me: "In that case, I prefer short-haired cats."

"I made a note," I said.

She glanced at me, shook her head, and just smiled.

I asked again, "So you had a hard time going camping with your family? Considering you're terrified of bugs, and terrified—and alienated from birds."

"Okay." She sighed, looked at me, and said, "Generally, the closer an animal is to a mammal, the more I like it; and vice versa. So I'm not really afraid of birds. I just relate to them." not good."

I am noncommittal: "What are the specific aspects of this bad relationship?"

Miss Pender was silent for a few seconds and said, "When I was in 11th grade, on my way to a show, a bird pooped in my hair."

I took a breath.

"There was also a bird—it must have been in my senior year, I had some wine one day—and it tried to take my hair." Miss Pender spread her hands, "Basically, I think they hair with a very hostile attitude."

I hesitated for a while: "You know, just like commercial airliners always work on weight, in fact, in order to reduce weight, birds need to constantly excrete during flight to—"

She pressed one hand on my mask: "Don't comfort me."

"Okay." I obediently shut my mouth.

"Don't look at my hair!" Miss Pender said.

"Ok." I said.I didn't complain again, why I was not allowed to see her hair - I really focused on her hair because of the reason she guessed.

I like her hair.Whether it's the movie star-like effect that is usually carefully taken care of, or a slightly messy look after taking a shower, because of her, those hairs seem to suddenly become beautiful, and I have no reason to feel that I am interested in them. favorite.The slightly curly black hair seems to be inferior to straight hair in terms of oriental aesthetics, but all rely on people in the end——

Just ask, who would not like her?

"How do you feel about lunch today?" I glanced at her, hoping she wouldn't think I was still eyeing her hair, "I know you might have some imagination about this date I asked for earlier, but I brought you to such a place, uh, does it make you feel uncomfortable? For example, the environment may be a little worse, and there are birds waiting to eat nearby."

She looked at me and smiled, didn't answer for a while, and then slowly opened her mouth, with crooked eyes: "Did you want to bring me here for dinner a long time ago?"

"I want to share with you all the good things I know." I looked at her, then looked forward, "You may find it hard to say, but for a long time, I couldn't say anything about Singapore. I like it. A good working environment may be a big advantage. You know, if I go back to my hometown, being a woman will limit me a little in the workplace. Of course, I am not saying that the inconvenience of being a Chinese woman does not exist here However, in a society where everything is standardized, people can always rely on something and feel safe—as if there is an iron law that everyone must abide by.”

She listened carefully to what I said, and tilted her head to the right.There is a memorial park there, and the white columns are very conspicuous.We slowly walked towards the towering spire-like monument, and Miss Pande said as she walked, "People here do rely on order, and they also have a high degree of trust in the rules themselves. But... this may not be correct , I think locals are always not sensitive enough in some aspects, or it is more appropriate to say that they are politically indifferent. I may be more inclined to describe it as a kind of 'naive', from another point of view, or happiness The backside of it. Leaving troubles to the elite is a way to live a good life.”

I moved my eyebrows: "Now I understand. You really seem to be studying journalism."

Miss Pande shook her head and smiled: "If I had really chosen journalism and worked in journalism, maybe I would be much happier. But I may not be able to dance anymore. This is the annoying thing."

"Are you happy now?" I asked.

"It's very challenging at work, and I'm good at it." She didn't answer whether she was happy or not. "As for my personal life, I would say I am more satisfied than satisfied."

I laughed. "Really? I'm glad to hear that."

"What's written on it?" We had come under the pillar, and Miss Pande pointed to the lettering on the right.

"It's similar to the English meaning on the left." I said.I didn't read to her.

"1942 to 1945..." Miss Pande murmured twice, and climbed up the stairs.

The interior of the monument is hollow, engraved with some Chinese historical materials that are inseparable from the present world.Miss Pender turned around, looked up at the simple yet powerful structure of the monument, and finally walked down.I didn't go up, so I waited for her on the steps.

She approached me and didn't go down, she didn't know what she was laughing at, she looked a little cunning.

I felt weird and asked her: "What makes you so happy?"

"You." Miss Pender raised her eyebrows, her smile became more proud.

I laughed with her, even though I knew she was laughing at me.

At this time, Miss Pender stretched out a hand to compare between us: "I am taller than you."

I froze for a moment, not thinking that she was actually laughing at this.

She put both hands on my shoulders again: "Don't come up."

I stopped: "Your heels are higher than mine, even if we stand on the same level—"

"No." Miss Pender's strength on my shoulders fully demonstrated her reluctance.

I squeezed about an inch between my thumb and index finger: "Seriously, I seem to be a little taller than you with my shoes off."

"You are not as tall as I am." Her tone was very firm, "You have more hair."

I watched her silently.

Under the white obelisk almost reaching into the clouds, the tall and slender woman looks so small and precious, as if a hasty encounter in the world, a little indulgence, only smoke and clouds are held.The sun pierced the clouds with the help of the wind, and the dazzling light came through, and the monument was drawn into a short, pale shadow.On the green ground, the grass glows: Of course I know that the grass does not shine.

As she should know, I am indeed a little bit taller than her, I think at least half a centimeter.

"I've been observing this for a long time. Although we wear the same size shoes, your shoulders are often tense..." Miss Pender spoke very seriously about the evidence she thought she was taller than me.

"Can you be my girlfriend?" I looked up to her.

She must be loved by the light.

Miss Pan De was stunned for a moment, with a fluctuating smile in her eyes: "Your girlfriend is taller than you."