The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The charcoal fire crackled and burned even more vigorously in the wind.

Sisley carefully retracted her arm, and took out the browned marshmallow skewers from the gap in the grill.

The cotton candy that was originally as white as a cloud now has a layer of crispy shell. Sisley admired her masterpiece, and then stuffed the cotton candy on the top into her mouth with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The charred layer was gently broken, revealing the soft and almost liquid sweet heart, which melted on the tip of her tongue, hot and satisfying.

Sisley:!

Sisley: *beams with joy*

"what are you eating?"

Gabriel finished setting up the recliner, and didn't bother to stand up, so he walked over to Sisley's side.

The silver-haired man leaned over, almost touching Sisley's face, his eyes were less indifferent, and more clear and curious, and it was an ordinary beauty crit.

Sisley's heart softened when he saw it, and before he continued to ask pitifully like a little pity, she also stuffed him with a mouthful of cotton candy.

Gabriel:!

The archangel's eyes widened in an instant, and Sisley observed another rare and rich expression change of herself at a close distance, took out a Polaroid, and took a picture with a click.

The firelight made one half of Gabriel's face bright red, while the other half of his face was still as white as snow. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes were helpless, his cheeks were bulging, and he was as cute as a little hamster.

"what are you guys saying?"

Ugel came over and asked with a smile.

The little prince didn't really want to come here, but after being brainwashed by Abaddon's writing and persuasion, he successfully became very interested in picnics.

"It's roasted marshmallows."

Sisley said, handing the bamboo stick in her hand to Yogel who was observing, "Try it?"

"Well."

Ugel nodded.

Ugel bit the last marshmallow.

Yogel:!

"Can I take a photo?" Sisley asked.

The little prince paused, but nodded indulgently. After a "click", Sisley received the second postcard.

The brown-skinned, black-haired girl was sitting in front of the fire, her face was outlined with a rich golden light, she held a bamboo stick in her hand, her eyes were soft, her cheeks were also bulging.

The two photos slowly appeared from Polaroid, Sisley shook them casually, and saw the portraits of Gabriel and Ugel blurryly appearing on the five-inch photo.

"Okay, what are you looking at?"

Abaddon had just returned from Peter's picnic place, and took Sisley's camping tent by the way. Seeing her laughing foolishly while staring at the thing in her hand, he couldn't help but ask a question.

"I want to make a journal." Sisley picked up the corners of the two photos and shook them towards Abaddon. "You will also take a photo later, and each of us will take a photo!"

"well."

Abaddon stroked Sisley's upturned black hair and gave her a gentle smile.

"So, is it their charcoal's problem?" Sisley asked him while obediently letting him stroke it.

"No." Abaddon whispered, "The two of them... really have no camping experience at all."

5 minutes ago, Peter happily borrowed some of Sisley's fire primers, but Sisley was not sure whether they could successfully ignite the difficult coal after they had the fire primers, so she let Abaddon Went to check it out for them.

——Sure enough, there is no problem with Peter and his own charcoal, but there is quite a problem with the way they fill the charcoal and fan the wind.

"The charcoal is stuffed together, the fire is not strong enough, and the wind is not blowing smoothly. The charcoal they bought is of good quality, but it is more difficult to ignite than ordinary charcoal."

The black-haired young man was laying a blanket on the lawn while talking.Sisley continued to roast marshmallows, and after hearing what he said, she let out a long "oh".

"So you're all set," she said.

"Yes."

Abaddon replied, "Your tent is ready, too."

Sisley: Huh————!

She suddenly stood up from the picnic blanket, took the bunch of marshmallows that had just been roasted, and looked back.

The small purple tent stood by the lakeshore in the afternoon, and the small door was opened in a dignified manner. Abaddon fixed the steel pipe support inside by himself, as if he had been camping countless times, and even prepared it in the tent. Good blanket and big pillows.

And Abaddon stood beside this tent, smiling.Sisley saw the undeniable word "praise me" from the face of her other self, she cheered quite embarrassingly, and pounced on it.

The black-haired youth easily caught her, like hugging a doll that was thrown over, and led her to turn half a circle in the air.

"Marshmallow for you." Sisley doggedly said, "Thank you for your hard work."

She stuffed the bamboo sticks to Abaddon, and the latter opened his thin lips cooperatively, and held the top one in his mouth, allowing Sisley to free his hand and take a photo of him too.

Polaroid paused for a second, and slowly spit out the small photo of this time. After eating the marshmallow, Abaddon gently put Sisley down, took the bamboo stick for himself, hummed a song, and went to help Ken move the rest.

"That's great," said Peter, "over there."

"Yes."

Ned withdrew his hand warming over the coals, and echoed, "Abadon is really a good man."

The black-haired youth who came with Sisley really has a completely different personality from Cain.

During the 15 minutes he spent with him, Peter became more and more aware of this.

After introducing himself, the black-haired young man introduced his name, took their charcoal box quite familiarly, and began to guide them step by step on how to operate it.

He was born with a three-point smile on his face, his voice was gentle, and his tone was quite kind, like the big brother next door who can do everything with his own light. Before he realized it, Peter and Ned had feelings for him gained considerable favor.

"So why do you come here for a picnic? Most people don't choose to come to the lake in autumn and winter."

When the first cluster of flames emerged from above the charcoal box, Abaddon also cooperated with the over-excited Peter to high-five.

Taking advantage of the atmosphere becoming more harmonious, he inadvertently asked.

"what……"

Peter was startled suddenly, and quickly thought of an excuse, "We... the school organized a camp before, and I couldn't go because of my health. This time, this time, I came to realize my dream with my friends, haha..."

"so good."

Abaddon agreed with a smile, "It's quite a joy to go camping with my friends."

"What about you?"

The little spider looked at his face, which was almost similar to Cain's, and couldn't help asking.

"I came out with Sisley, and I'm her...friend. One of her friends."

Abaddon's voice was gentle, but Peter sensitively heard something unusual in this sentence.

The black-haired young man lost his voice as he spoke, and fell silent suddenly.

The little spider followed his gaze and found that Sisley was getting quite close to a silver-haired young man. The two were sharing roasted marshmallows, almost head to head.

The handsome men and women were covered with a layer of beautiful gold rims by the firelight, which also made the black-haired young man looking at them from afar look extremely lonely.

Abaddon: ...

Abaddon: Craving roasted marshmallows...

He quickly adjusted his mentality and prepared to make a quick decision to help Peter deal with it, but he didn't know that he was so absent-minded and reluctantly regained his senses, which seemed to be a forced smile and pretending to be calm.

—————Does he... like Sisley?

Facing Abaddon's suddenly lowered eyes, Peter suddenly thought of this sentence, and then began to feel a little sad for the black-haired youth.

This question swirled between his lips and teeth for a while, but he swallowed it back with difficulty, and he didn't ask without winking.

He then found an excuse and put Abaddon back rather sweetly.The black-haired young man didn't notice his youthful words, so he took the opportunity to say goodbye, and finally told him a little trick for heating chicken balls.

Peter responded one by one, watching Abaddon walking back to his picnic spot, and watching Sisley interacting with him.

——Almost as soon as he returned to the girl's side, the black-haired young man suddenly became more relaxed.

This does not mean that he is false when facing other people, but youth is like a marshmallow that has been baked through, the tender outer skin has been pierced, and the hot candy heart inside has flowed out.

"So I still like it."

Peter watched and silently came to such a conclusion.

"For a picnic, soup is for you."

Unaware of the gaze behind her, Abaddon shook the water bottle that Sisley drew from her body, and said softly.

Ken has no objection to this, and the hard hands in the kitchen will naturally not raise unnecessary opinions, but there is only one kettle.

This means that only one Sisley can enjoy the hot soup in a round.

After several rounds of punching and guessing, the Sisleys quickly decided who would drink the soup physically first, and the rest of the Sisleys could stick together in the void.

Sisley and Mephisto won all the way to the end, winning two out of three games, Sisley won gloriously, and Mephisto lost.

Mephisto: Stare at—

"Me and myself will win in the boxing game."

Sisley sat in the arms of the big beauty Rose, relying on Peter's side not being able to see, she was quite intimate with her in a large area, "Practice makes perfect."

"Practice makes perfect." Mephisto repeated her words blankly.

"Yes."

Sisley looked at the burning charcoal fire and sighed lowly.

"After all, there are no other entertainment facilities, and I am bored while sitting. Finally, I learned how to guess punches with myself. The left hand is myself, and the right hand is still myself."

Mephisto didn't speak, after a while, she stretched out her arms and hugged Sisley from behind.

"sorry."

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, apologized softly.

"I'm very happy now."

Sisley accepted this apology, and touched the other side of herself that was visibly weakened by the naked eye.

Ken and Abaddon were still rummaging for food in the picnic basket, Gabriel squatted next to the tent to pick up fallen leaves, Ugel listened to this side, and pretended not to hear it considerately.

"Look," Sisley whispered, "I'm learning to be a real human being."

Mephisto still didn't speak, the big beauty Rose hugged Sisley, like a sad child tightly hugging her own pillow.

"Okay, okay," Sisley coaxed her, "Look, the soup is ready, don't be unhappy. Shall I give you the first sip?"

The charcoal fire was crackling, the warm light was swaying, and the girl with black hair and blue eyes smiled, as if all the wind and frost she had experienced had melted in her eyes, turning into gurgling spring water.

After saying this, Sisley inadvertently stretched her hand back and waited for a while.Ten seconds later, the palm of his hand suddenly sank.

——— It was Mephis who took a sip of her soup awkwardly.