woman wearing irish linen shirt

"My four stars are not for the food." Miss Pande blinked, "First of all, tonight's food is still hot, relatively fresh, and there should be no food safety issues, so I will give it two stars. Minus two Stars are a bit harsh...but I've grown to realize you're a foodie, so let's neutralize our opinions and give it zero stars."

I nod.At this moment, I still feel that my ears are burning, and it is useless to talk more.

"You wore a seersucker shirt that I like, put on your makeup carefully, booked a seat in advance, and you are the person who invited me, each of which is worth one star." Miss Pan De flicked her earrings lightly with her index finger, "Personal Emotionally speaking, I would like to give you one more star, but today you are contacting me temporarily, the weather is terrible, and the food is mediocre—don’t count it on me—the food is also mediocre, offsetting each other, a total of four stars. "

I really want to go and kiss her right now.

But we're only halfway through our dinner, and it's public again.Although she said she didn't mind, but after all there are other people around, this world is very small, even for her I have to worry about it.I just reached out and touched her left hand holding the fork, and said softly, "It sounds like someone really likes me."

She avoided her eyes all of a sudden, as if she felt timid, and immediately caught up with me.Miss Pan De calmed down almost immediately, and said, "How would you rate it?"

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

Miss Pender glanced at me, with a smile hidden in the corner of her mouth: "Sweet-talking villain."

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

Miss Pan De's suit today is very glossy, and I'm afraid it's 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 open an umbrella. As long as the wind direction changes, the clothes and pants will be completely wet.As soon as we reached the gate, Miss Pan De suddenly said, "Would you mind taking a walk?"

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

She nodded and looked at me sincerely.

"Okay." I agreed immediately.

Three seconds of silence for my leather shoes.

She didn't say where she was going.I'm still walking along the subway line, so that if she changes her mind, we don't become some rainy night ghosts.

The rain was a little lighter than when we were eating, but it was still amazing, with raindrops hitting the umbrellas, and it was like five hundred people tap dancing at the same time.It's uncertain when the rain will stop, so I asked Miss Pender to go inside and push the shirt sleeve of my right hand up to a little above the elbow, so as to sense the direction of the wind.

She put her arm around my left arm holding the umbrella.

"So romantic," I said, "and so extravagant, your tailor will cry."

"My tailor likes me to ruin the clothes." Miss Pan De didn't seem to mind, hearing me say that, she laughed, "This way she can get new orders."

There are very few female practitioners in this circle, and almost all of them are managers who do not work as tailors.I asked, "Where do you make your clothes?"

"I've been to some famous shops in Hong Kong and Singapore, but mainly a friend from my family made suits for me. Her shop is in Mumbai." Miss Pande's fingers tapped my arm twice, as if to draw me again They hugged each other tighter, "They do two trunkshow tours in Asia every year. My figure is in good shape, and I hardly need to adjust it. Sometimes I place orders remotely."

Friends from home?This wording is really strange, but I think she should be talking about an 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 an umbrella for a while?" I had a half-smile, "If you get tired, replace me."

I put my arm around her shoulders.

Miss Pender's shoulders trembled slightly, as if the coolness I brought had startled 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 had no intention of harming her.

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

We didn't talk anymore.The rain came just in time. My reserve and worries were all sucked into the city's sewers.She held an umbrella with me like the closest person, and shared the incomplete scenery under the umbrella with me. We listened to the same shower, took the same gust of wind, and exchanged the same moist air.

Why didn't I realize that Singapore is such a good place before?

The bus stop was very close, and we walked almost two kilometers before we knew it.Gradually only light rain remained, and several people gathered on the platform, most of whom did not hold umbrellas.A car drives by.

I said, "Do you want to take a taxi?"

"where to?"

"my home."

As soon as the car door was closed, I felt a strange chill.It is completely different from the coolness you smell when you are walking on the road. The breeze circulating in the carriage wakes up the skin with a little water vapor at once, and the wet clothes contain the unprecipitated summer smell, which is mixed in the mask The warm breath made me feel like I was in a dream.

Miss Pender was beside me, and slowly adjusted the mask, and folded my coat and put it on her lap.I wiped off the water droplets on the umbrella, threw the toilet paper into the bag, and the umbrella was hanging on the handle of the empty front seat on her side.

She wants to go home with me.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle slightly.

Miss Pender's voice was a bit hesitant: "Well, I didn't mean to look at it...but you seem to have an umbrella?"

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

"We can fight one by one." Her voice was a little weak, and she lacked confidence.

I said again: "In that case, I can't hold you in my arms."

Miss Pande bit her lip lightly, had nothing to say, she glanced at me, and turned to look at the street scene.

I couldn't help laughing.

In the early days of Circuit Breaker, every other seat on the public transport system had a "No Seating" sticker on it.This measure, like "cohabitants need to maintain social distance", has not been implemented for too long, and it is now out of sight.The mask order is strictly enforced, and occasionally there are news of disputes between bus drivers and passengers.

There are some old people here, called "elderly residents" in the local area, with a rather tough personality, and they can fight for a long time about everything.Dengue fever is very serious now. While preventing airborne transmission and mosquito bites at the same time, some elderly residents still maintain their determination to fight against the unsightly things. I am almost in admiration.

If I could have the determination, I would throw my coat out the window right now.

Then he took Miss Pender's hand that was pressing on the coat.

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

We were still wearing masks when we got out of the car, and she straightened my coat and put it on for me.There was a little bit of wetness at the hem, but fortunately her trousers were intact.Suddenly, I remembered that on the night I went to the concert, she also adjusted the shawl for me like today, and the back of her hand seemed to rub against my skin inadvertently, but I didn't dare to move.

Times have changed, and the situation is completely different.

I thought about the company again in a trance, feeling a little disappointed.

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

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

I carried a bag and a long-handled umbrella in one hand, looked at her, and was about to say something when Miss Pender led me forward.Her expression was as usual, as if it should have been like this. Seeing me look over, she even raised her eyebrows as if nothing had happened.

Then, intertwined with my fingers.

She is definitely acting.this woman...

But my palms were hot, and I had no room to expose her.

We were finally able to take a leisurely walk for a while.The torrential rain that had helped me so much earlier left only a persistent layer of moisture on the ground, and Miss Pender got playful and dragged me into the puddle.

I thought it was funny and said, "The kids are walking around in puddles in wellies."

Miss Pender looked down at her completely disfigured suede penny shoes, which were already patchy and shallow, and nonchalantly went to the low-lying place again, saying, "Adults can walk around in leather shoes."

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

The one-stop drive is too short, and I still have a lot to say.It can be imagined that the future will be long, and the slight loss will disappear in an instant, and it will be replaced by a more lingering joy.Miss Pande's footsteps also slowed down, her ten fingers interlocked with mine were striking something, rhythmically leaving her heat on the back of her hand.

When I reached the door, my hands loosened slightly.She was still holding it, and raised her eyebrows to look at me, but I could faintly read some dissatisfaction.

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

"Sister can't hold hands with you?" She boasted.

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

Today, the administrator who "knows" she is my sister is on duty today. When she saw us, she came in hand in hand. Her expression was very professional, without any hesitation, which made me feel that this apartment management company is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.He obviously still remembered Miss Pender: yes, considering her nonsense strength, coupled with her unforgettable beauty, it seemed a little more challenging to forget so quickly.

"I've changed my mind." Miss Pender said, "I still hate it when you call me 'sister'."

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

"I like it when you call me by my name." She stood still at the door, stroked one of my ears, and twisted and fiddled with her fingertips at the base of the ear, which aroused the trembling that I had known before.

The door opened, and Miss Pender said in a low voice, "Call me."

There was no light in the room.I took off her mask and leaned close to her: "Sonia."

The kiss fell.