woman wearing irish linen shirt

Dinner was lackluster.

The taste of the steak is acceptable, but it is the foundation of the meat quality. I hardly do anything, just turn it over regularly. This kind of labor is difficult to bring a sense of accomplishment.What impresses me the most is the bare broccoli, which tastes very different from what I usually eat. If I do a double-blind test with my eyes closed, I will regard them as two different vegetables that are related. possible.

Miss Pender complimented me politely and earnestly.Frankly speaking, her compliments are always sincere, but tonight she just focused on the meaty steak and the completely scripted salad dressing, so I don't know how to accept it with the cheek.

"Well, the cheese tastes really good." She let out a satisfied sigh when eating dessert, "Which store did you order?"

I told her the name of the store: "Why can't it be handmade by me?"

Her response was smooth: "I don't have molds in my house."

"So you totally trust me to make a cake like this?" I looked at her with a half-smile.

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Okay. I didn't know you liked sea salt cheesecake, after all it's—" I pause, "in your words, bland."

"There's nothing wrong with being boring." She looked over, "Aren't you just a person who likes being boring?"

"I have nothing to do with 'boring,'" I emphasized. "If you feel that way, you have a certain bias against conservative and professional choices...and it's my birthday. I think It’s a cross-cultural norm that the person who celebrates the birthday is the biggest.”

She blinked: "As you said."

I pursed my lips: "What gift did you prepare for me?"

"I would say," she stood up and looked at me with her head tilted, "it's a conservative and prudent choice."

"Earrings?" I vaguely caught the mischief in her expression.

Miss Pender shook her head.

At this time, she went to the porch and took her bag, took out her mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while.

My phone screen lights up.

Miss Pender sent a picture.

"Wish coupon?" I read it out slowly, squinting my eyes slightly.

She came to me, folded her arms, like a confident superior, but there was unbearable apprehension and anticipation in her expression, as if she had just handed in her homework.

I took a closer look at the gift I received. It was obviously hand-painted by her, and I scanned the hand-painted coupon. The handwriting is very clear, and the terms and restrictions are as strict as a contract.

Miss Pender gave me a chance to make a wish.

She took a breath: "You don't look very satisfied."

"Where's the mother parent?" I looked up, "I want that piece of paper."

"That's not important." Miss Pan De looked at my phone, "You can redeem your wish with this picture."

"But I want the paper one, which is more ceremonial and more like a gift." I glanced at her, and she looked down at me like this, which made me feel rebellious.

But today I have a natural right, perhaps not to have to fight each other.I looked at her like a puppy looking at a pretty girl.

She is indeed a beautiful girl.

Yet I am much more executive than a puppy.

I hugged Miss Pan De's waist and rubbed my head against her: "Can I get the original 'Wish Ticket' you made?"

"I thought you liked electronic things." She still crossed her arms, and her arms separated her chest from my head, and I could only rub against the soft cashmere sweater, "The one I gave you is lighter and more It's easy to keep, it won't be lost, and it's in line with your usual habits. You think I've given you a terrible present?"

"It's not like that. I like your gift." I looked up, hiding my aggression, "but this is the fruit of your labor, don't you want to give me a more complete gift?"

"That's the complete gift." Miss Pender still didn't let go, "Its parent is not part of your birthday gift."

"Is the birthday person only worth one wish? I know you gave me one wish, but I'm still greedy to get one more." I'm pitiful.

Miss Pender looked at me and sighed softly.She finally smiled, her eyes helpless: "Okay. When the 'wish coupon' is cashed out, I will stamp the paper version as invalid and leave it for you as a souvenir. Do you think this is a good way to deal with it?"

"Good idea!" I immediately laughed.

Miss Pender rubbed my head with a satisfied expression.

"So you like my gift?" she asked.

I stood up: "I like it very much. I will think about what wish I should make..."

She stopped my hand, which was about to clear the tableware: "Let me do it, birthday girl. You can start your thinking now."

Because the goal was achieved and she was very attentive, I was easily coaxed to the bathroom to wash up first.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I was suddenly hit by my intuition, stunned for a moment, and even forgot to turn on the faucet.

……Innocent.

I am too naive.

This whole set of "take care of my habits" electronic wish coupons is a complete trap.

Miss Pender's purpose from the beginning was to convince me to really use this coupon, instead of just keeping it in the cabinet as a mere souvenir.

I even took the initiative to beg her for her design!

After slapping clean water on my face, I squeezed out a foamy facial cleanser, not knowing how to feel.

How did I follow her way?

This gnashing of teeth impressed me deeply, and I avenged myself that night.

When it was dawn, Miss Pender still hadn't woken up, so I turned the brightness of my phone to the lowest setting and sat on the bed checking my birthday presents.

Still.

The curtains in the bedroom were slit, and the morning light leaked in and fell at the foot of the bed.She slept on the inner side, with one arm and half of her shoulder protruding from the quilt, in the dim light, there was endless beauty.The slightly curly long black hair covered her beautiful back line. I wanted to kiss her shoulder, but I was afraid of disturbing her lucid dream.

Miss Pan De's eyebrows and eyes were all hidden in the dreamland, I looked at them carefully through the light, and I don't know when or why, but tears gradually came out.

She granted me a wish.

And I have nothing more to ask for.

Miss Pan De frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.She looked at me, first smiled, glanced out the window, and looked at me again.

I leaned down, bit her lips, and then kissed her forehead: "Good morning."

She squinted and smiled: "Good morning. I love you."

I was startled, and just looked back at her, but Miss Pande stretched herself, pulled the quilt and sat up.Under the quilt, her feet touched mine, and said softly: "Go and get me my clothes."

Start calling people early in the morning.

I was still in shock and couldn't recover. Like someone who discovered a shocking secret, I lifted the quilt and searched for her clothes in a daze.Somehow, the underwear fell from the sofa to the floor. I handed her the sweater first, and opened the door to go to the cloakroom.

she loves me.

My tears could not hold back.

For a long time, I have always felt like an island hidden in the ocean.Sometimes there are dead fish rolled up by the storm on the shore, and sometimes the remains of a stranded ship. The only thing that lives in the wind and waves is the stench. I smell danger, and I am alone, trapped in the deep sea.

I am unknown in the ocean.

The waves engulf me, the wind destroys me, the stones and waves carve my shape, I can't help myself, I can't find meaning to live.In this corner of the world, I am forgotten, I am preserved, and I am favored because of loneliness.

I survived.

The distant wind blows slowly, and wealth and civilization are sown on the other side of the ocean.I don’t remember who was the first person to land on the island. Some came to hunt for treasures, trying to find my secrets; tour".

Miss Pender is an unforgettable ship.

She was too aggressive, she walked out of the hurricane, she was so bold, she violated the rules of luck, her sails stood tall, across the frost, snow and dew, broke through the thick fog, crossed the gully of the sea, and walked towards me step by step .

I hide my coordinates, blur my latitude and longitude, I want to move, I want to simply hide to the other side of the world.

On the other side of the world, under the deep sea, there is another evidence of our meeting.With her dream catcher on the mast, Miss Pender has mastered my secret language and sang to me the song of the wanderer.

But I am but an island.The land pierced my ankles, the sea changed my outline, they were both so relentless, so indifferent, I knew no one would save me.

She didn't come here to help me.

Miss Pender didn't come here to rest, and she didn't lack materials for the voyage.She always strolls leisurely, shares her joy, listens to the murmur of the island, occasionally buries withered fish, and cleans up the history of the sea that has left the shore.

In silence, she confided over and over again.She doesn't have to make serious promises, and she is not afraid of any suspicion and suspicion.

She is the promise itself.

Miss Pender accompanied me.

The storm receded behind her, and I caught my breath and cut my rusty chains.

I am free.

I am safe.

I finally, finally have a wish, a home, and a paddle.I want to listen to the same record with her, have a homemade lunch, I want to share her pain, her thoughts, her time, I want to cherish each other with her, and go on a long voyage with her.

I want to love her.

I can love her.

Taking the clothes back to the bedroom, Miss Pender reluctantly nodded to my gaze.The two dressed leisurely, checked each other, and went to the bathroom hand in hand to wash up.She doesn't dislike me for being so naive today, but I thought to myself, I'm afraid Miss Pender is also enjoying it.

She simply combed her hair and handed me the toothpaste on hand.

I squeezed a little bit for her and myself, and took the brush head to spread the toothpaste on the teeth as evenly as possible.

Glancing at Miss Pender in the mirror, I whispered, "I love you too."

Then I pressed the button on the electric toothbrush.

She's the most charming way when she smiles, but I just try to keep it cool and nonchalant.