Della Bush's Love Story

Fred wondered if he had ever been this nervous since he was born.

He had never been afraid of anything, except today.

He didn't even know how he got out of the Room of Requirement, how he went back to the lounge to change into his dress robes, and then rushed to the dining room.

He didn't know whether he wanted to see Della still waiting for him as he came running, or whether she had already gone in.

He wished she had gone in.

That way he doesn't have to face her, and maybe she can have fun without him.

But he was afraid that he would not see her.

Does that mean he lost her again?

He never told Della.In fact, every time she said to break up, he felt that she was serious.But it was because she loved him so much that she couldn't leave him, so she came back to him.

He enjoys her love, bathes in her love, and is also attached to her love.If she did take back her love, he didn't know what would become of him.

He wheezed and ran to the front of the restaurant, which was empty.

His heart fell into the abyss.

He didn't give up, and looked around every corner here, almost hoping where Della was hiding.

No.

She is not here.

Has she already gone in?

Who did she go in with?

Did they dance?

Is she having fun?

He wants her to be happy.

He could, could apologize to her tomorrow.He finished her Christmas present, will she be happy when she sees it tomorrow?still won't...

Maybe she didn't want that anymore.

Fred squatted down, then sat down, sitting on the steps, stretching his legs.

He just fell down.

He wiped his mouth, and there was blood.I just knocked my tooth and bit it.

"Hehe." He laughed dryly.

He couldn't get in that way.

He scratched his hair, he didn't wash his hair, he didn't wash his face, he just changed into a dress—an old one.

It was a good thing he didn't go in, or he would have disgraced Della.

He covered his face and lay back.

Breathing slowly calmed down.

A man stepped down and sat next to him.The soft skirt fell beside him like a stream of water, and there was a charming fragrance.

It's Della's scent.

Della tastes like orange candy.

He put down his hand abruptly, sat up abruptly, and looked back.

Della sat on the steps next to him, making faces at him.

"You are a fool."

Fred relaxed and nodded: "I'm a fool."

"You're too late, they're all starting to dance," Della complained.

Fred lay down and held her hand: "I'm sorry."

"You made me miss the first dance."

"sorry."

"We'd better sneak in until the third branch, when no one will notice us."

"sorry."

Della touched his swollen and bruised lips lightly, "Does it hurt?" He bit off a piece of his own flesh.

Fred nodded, coquettishly.

Della: "Let's go to the medical wing to get some medicine now?" Fred jumped up, full of energy: "No! I'm fine!"

Della: "...you don't hurt anymore?" Fred made a face, hissed, and said stiffly, "It doesn't hurt."

Della sighs at his childishness: "You look like a dick!"

Fred was puzzled for a moment.

"He's afraid of taking medicine! You're almost seventeen!"

Fred said affectionately, "I like everything you give me, Harney—except the medicine."

They slipped in at the beginning of the third dance, and sure enough, no one noticed them, everyone was dancing, and it was wizard rock.

Music is probably something without borders.

She helped Fred into the corner and sat down, then went for butterbeer and food.

His leg was bruised, and he obviously couldn't go dancing with her.

It just so happened that she didn't eat anything for today's dance, and she was hungry all day. Now that she can't dance, she might as well fill her stomach.

Fred also said that he had been experimenting today and hadn't eaten anything.

The two ate their sandwiches while listening to the grotesque magic flashes and the singing of the Weird Sisters, without even being able to tell what they were eating.

"So, was the experiment successful?" In order to hear each other clearly, they sat very close and talked in each other's ears.

Della asked him, "Since you missed our date because of this, you must have made it, or skipped sugar?"

Fred nodded and shook his head again: "We all think that skipping candy will be a bestseller. But I'm working on another thing later, so keep it a secret." He blinked.

Della was hit hard by the bad news of missing the prom and not being able to dance on the dance floor today. She waved her hand: "Don't tell me, I don't really want to know."

Fred: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Then whisper it in her ear.

They intend to develop four product lines.

Della nodded casually: "It's really good."

Divided into boys and girls under the age of 14, and adolescent boys and girls.

Della: "What's the difference?"

Fred: "The difference is whether they're in a relationship or not."

It is indeed a good way to distinguish.

There is also a subset of products that everyone loves.They don't all rely on new products to attract customers. Traditional toys like playing cards and wizard chess have a fixed customer base.

"I want to fill up the store, so that customers can't finish shopping for a whole day after they come in!" He talked about how to arrange the windows and booths, as well as the display products placed at the entrance of the store.

Della listened humbly, her eyes kept turning around on the dance floor, and when he finished speaking, she rushed to talk: "Uh... How about I go down and dance for a while? You can sit here. Fred froze for a moment, only to realize that his girlfriend had been distracted.

Well, there's a ball in front of them, and everyone's dancing, but they're sitting around chatting—the topic is still how to open a shop.Really boring.

"I can go with you!" He wanted to jump up and down immediately, but sat back in an instant.

It looked like he had really broken his foot.

Della thoughtfully said, "Don't worry about it. Listen, I'll go down and dance for a while, and I'll be back with you soon." After she finished speaking, she lifted her skirt, gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, and happily squeezed into the room. dance floor.

Della was beautiful, he had always known that.It was only now that he discovered that this skirt exposed her long and white arms, her slender neck and chest, most of her back, and her slender waist tied by a belt.

Many boys around are looking at her.

After she had spun around on the dance floor for a while, one of the boys left the girl in front of him and came to Della.He also smiled at her!

He wants to knock out the teeth in this kid's mouth!

Fred wants to stand up!Take Della away from this boy!

But he sat back down again.

Legs are really sore.

……

He should have gone to drink medicine with Della just now!