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Ennio did not speak.

He looked at Prairie quietly.

Only the red earlobes and slightly trembling shoulders revealed his nervousness and bewilderment.

He tried to look calm.

He straightened his quivering tongue.

As if he was afraid that Prairis would hear it, he whispered.

"of course."

After saying that, he lowered his head shyly.

The eyelashes are long and cast a shadow.

Prairis looked at the boy in front of him with soft eyes.

Speak out unconsciously.

"Maybe you'd like to take me in for another night?"

Almost instantly, a rosy glow appeared on the young man's white and soft face.

"kindness."

Under the sunlight, the boy gave a slight grace and nodded.

After calling to change the ticket, Praris decided to go to the supermarket in the town with Ennio to buy ingredients for dinner.

Since she did not accept any interviews in France, Prairis did not wear a mask, but took an Ennio peaked cap and went out.

At this time the sun has been slightly dimmed.

The warm orange sun shines on the aged town, exuding a damp and soft smell.

On both sides of the street are rows of camphor trees.

Ennio and Prairis stepped on the leaves to the supermarket in the corner of the town.

Ennio is making red wine beef and mango pudding tonight.

After picking out the beef and milk, Priris led Ennio to the fruit and vegetable section.

There is a basket of fresh potatoes in the corner.

Priris looked at Ennio with interest.

"Would you like hash browns?"

Ennio nodded.

The round potatoes are sealed in a box with plastic wrap.

Prairie picked a box and put it in the basket.

"Do you like sweet or salty?"

"Sweet, how about you?"

"I like salty ones." Prairis flicked the broken hair beside her ears. "Maybe we can do two flavors?"

"Of course." Ennio straightened his cuffs.

Back at the apartment, Ennio took care of it and started to cook the beef.

Instead of slicing and boiling them, he tied them with string and put them in wine.

Put bay leaves and other seasonings on, simmer slowly, and start making pudding.

Prairis sat on a chair outside peeling potatoes.

It was warm in the room.

The aroma of red wine overflowed the whole room under the high temperature.

Prairis took the peeled potatoes and glued them into mash, mixed them with flour, put them in the oven, and made potato cakes.

Probably because the temperature is a little high, and the cake surface has a bright caramel color.

Ennio put the cooked beef on the table.

"A tribute to the first meal of our relationship?" Prairis raised his glass and looked at Ennio with a teasing smile.

The lights were shining brightly, making Ennio's face flushed red.

Ennio raised his wine glass, touched Priris, and took a sip.

Maybe because of his fair skin, Ennio's earlobes glowed a lovely pink under the light, very much like the bunny Priris raised when he was a child.

Lovely, gentle and pitiful.

Maybe it was because of his courage after drinking, unconsciously, Prairis stood up, bent down, and moved closer to Ennio.

The hand caressed Ennio's face, it was soft as expected, even with a touch of coolness.

Ennio flinched, but quickly regained his composure, only a little bit of shyness could be seen in his bewildered eyes.

Prairis touched Ennio's brow bone from Ennio's brow bone to Ennio's slightly flaky and cold mouth.

Ennio looked at Prairis, breathing shallowly, like a small animal scratching someone.

Unable to restrain himself, Prairis kissed her, from eyes to nose, to the inexhaustible sweet spring.

"How long will we be in love?" Amid the emotion, she heard Ennio asking.

It was hazy, like a layer of fog.

He simply spoke with a kiss, blocking Ennio's next words.

The next morning.

Prairie woke up early in the morning.

After taking a shower, I went to the living room to pour a glass of water.

On the desk case were Ennio's previous manuscripts.

Pick it up, and flip through it at will.

It seems to be the prototype of the story I saw yesterday.

But in this story, the professor has his own wife, and the students also have their own lovers.

Compared with yesterday's version, this version seems to be more realistic and messy.

Before finishing watching, Prairis fell into an embrace.

"How?" Ennio sank his head into Prairis's neck.

The hairy head tickled her neck.

Taking a sip of Ennio's hair, Prairis said.

"It's quite different from your article yesterday."

"Which one do you like more?" Ennio asked sullenly.

"Yesterday's article." Prairis said without thinking.

"Really?" Ennio raised his head, his blue eyes sparkling.

"real."

Hearing this answer, Ennio excitedly kissed Priris on the cheek.

"You were the first to like this version of me, and they all liked my mother's version."

"Your mother's?" Prairis raised an eyebrow.

Looking carefully at the manuscript in hand, the handwriting is indeed slightly different from yesterday's.

"If two manuscripts were placed in front of you at the same time, who would you choose to photograph?"

"Not one shot."

"Why?" Ennio pushed his chin to the top of Prairis's head unconvinced.

"It's a different concept," Prairis replied.

"Your mother's part is suitable for Woody Allen, he always likes this kind of marriage and love messy plot, and your part is suitable for James Cameron, suitable for the big screen."

"how about you?"

"I?"

"Correct."

Prairie thought for a moment.

"I kind of like Blueberry Nights."

"Blueberry night?" Ennio repeated, somewhat puzzled.

"It's Wong Kar Wai's new movie this year."

"What did it say?"

"Love, relationships, people and society, all kinds of stuff," Prairis replied.

"I'll go and see it another day," Ennio said.

Made some oatmeal for breakfast.

After eating, Prairis curled up on the sofa to read the novel Ennio had written before.

Perhaps it was a deliberate avoidance, but his writing style was completely different from her mother's, with a bit of natural softness in the sharpness.

Prairie looked at it all morning, and accidentally turned on the phone to see the text message Luc Besson sent to her.

Only then did he remember the purpose of coming to Ennio this time.

Knocked on the door of the study.

"Ennio, maybe you can tweet?"

"What tweet?"

"About your mother." Prairis leaned against the wall. "I've had a little controversy these days."