Summer of Fireflies

Is there anything Mr. Alik wants me to do?Please just speak up. "Please stop beating around the bush, An'an is still waiting for me in kindergarten, I can't afford to waste this time.

"Then I'll just say it straight." The man still looked as calm as Mount Tai, and stirred the coffee at the bottom of the cup, and the aroma immediately wafted away.

"Miss Lisa, I hope you can marry me as my wife." After pausing his hands, the man continued to add, "You will be a good wife."

My smile immediately froze, and the polite smile turned into a mocking sneer, "Mr. Malik, is this a request, or a marriage proposal?" With such a superior tone and a superior attitude, he thought marriage was a marriage proposal. A request based on alms?

"As for whether I'm a good wife or not, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Mr. Malik." I looked at the man sitting opposite me with a cold gaze.

"It's not only a marriage proposal, but also a request." He took a few sips of coffee gracefully, and he stared at me as if he had a chance to win, "An'an needs a father, you need a husband, and I... also just need one A good wife like you."

"Need?" I frowned coldly, "Could it be that in Mr. Malik's eyes, marriage is established only because of each other's needs?"

"Isn't it?" the man asked back.

"Then Mr. Malik, what do you think love is?" I asked.

"Emotional matters can be cultivated slowly after marriage." He replied.

"There are so many women in this world, why did you choose me?" I continued to ask.

"I said you would make a good wife," he replied.

Just be a good wife, not expecting you to be a good wife to me.I was so annoyed by his completely unemotional statement. I couldn't communicate with him. Anna was right. There is a generation gap between Mr. Malik and us, which is true.

"What about my son An An?" Assuming we do get married, where would you leave him?

"I will treat him like my own son." The man's answer was still straightforward.

"I think you may be totally mistaken, Mr. Malik." The angrier I got in my heart, the calmer I pretended to be on the surface.

What does it mean that An An needs a father, and I need a husband, but they are all self-righteous and presumptuous.

"Mr. Malik, what you need is not me, but a good wife who can focus on you in everything. There are too many women in Palermo who want to be your wife, and there are too many women who can be your good wife , I think as long as you are willing, they will be very happy to serve you, even if it means letting them give up what they should have, and become the image of a good wife that you want most in your mind."

In line with the principle of not wasting, I finished the coffee in one go, and regardless of whether my boss would be angry, I left the coffee shop without even paying for it.

In the eyes of others, maybe there is nothing wrong with me being mild-tempered, but if I touch my inverse scale, I will fight back mercilessly. Unfortunately, An An is my inverse scale.

In the matter of Malik's marriage proposal, don't say whether this decision is too hasty, just his ignorance of me and An'an is enough to make me reject him. Undoubtedly, Malik's behavior today is very unscrupulous, but I can't do it. If I get angry about this incident, I will be fired by my boss at worst. If Malik really fires me because of this personal matter the next day, I think I will look down on him even more.

Afterwards, I told Anna about it, and Anna covered her stomach and laughed for a long time and praised me for doing a good job. She said, if it were me, I would definitely pour a glass of water on his head, and make him laugh at me again. I lost face, I said Anna, you are so cruel, Anna smiled very modestly and said that we are each other.Since then, this incident has become a big joke in my private chat with Anna.

Of course, Malik didn’t fire me the next day, and that’s a good thing, since Malik tactfully didn’t bother me after the incident in the coffee shop, I’m very satisfied with that, and it seems that my refusal seems quite meaningful effect.

After the early summer, the weather in Palermo began to heat up gradually, and occasionally there would be a little rain to refresh the air in the city, but it still couldn't stop the pace of the summer heat. There were more and more cold drink shops on Roma Street, and people went to the beach to escape the summer heat. There are more and more tourists visiting.

This weekend, Ann and I were taken by Anna and Janice to swim at the beach near Palermo Harbour. Of course, we drove there.

There are not many opportunities to see new neighbors in a week. When I am here in the morning, I say good morning quietly to the brown-haired young man. Occasionally, the brown-haired young man will stand on the railing to watch me water the flowers, and I will talk to him for a while Usually, the brown-haired young man is nowhere to be seen. Although I am very curious about his occupation, I don't gossip to find out his secrets.

It's not that I haven't asked the young man about his occupation, but since he deliberately avoided the topic, I wisely stopped asking him.

I think when the young man wants to tell me, he will naturally tell me at that time.

"welcome."

I walked into a store in a commercial street in Rome with a card and a bouquet of roses. According to the address written on the card, these points were indeed correct.

"Hello, lady, may I help you?"

I scanned the bright flowers in the room, then looked down at the bouquet of roses in my hand and asked, "I want you to check for me, is this bouquet of roses from your store?" I asked. Passed it along with the card in his hand.

Generally, people who go to flower shops come to buy flowers, unlike me, they come to return flowers.

The florist quickly found out with my card, proving that the bouquet of roses was indeed sent from the florist.

"May I take the liberty to ask, who is the owner of this bouquet of flowers?" This is the main purpose of my coming here. Every weekend, I always receive a bouquet of roses in my mailbox in time, and each bouquet is just right. They are all 99 roses. The address of sending flowers is indicated on the card, but there is no signature on who gave it to me.

At first I thought it was from Malik, but later I thought the date was wrong, because these roses were received after Malik suggested to me. Proof is that roses are still in my mailbox rain or shine the last time I rejected Malik at the coffee shop.

Neither Malik nor Tsunayoshi Sawada. If I just sent flowers once, I can still treat it as a prank or send it to the wrong place. However, the number of roses I have received in my mailbox is no less than several It's over.

I can’t put it in the mailbox, I don’t know who sent it and I can’t put it at home openly. I am so distressed that I have to go to the flower shop myself. It’s best to find out who sent the roses. I receive a rose every weekend. A bouquet of roses of unknown origin, I think I will be very troubled and terrified.

"I'm sorry, each household asked us to keep his flower delivery a secret, based on the business ethics of this flower shop, so dear lady, we can't disclose each household's information to you." The waiter looked apologetic.

I didn't find out anything, and I was disappointed to leave the flower shop with the bouquet of roses, but accidentally ran into another acquaintance who came to the flower shop.

"Gunji-kun?"

"Sister?"

The young man holds a bouquet of roses in his hand, and I also hold a bouquet of roses in my hand. The difference is that his roses are bought, while mine are given by others.

"Let's go together?" I bent my eyes and smiled.

When walking on the street, the red roses were too conspicuous in the young man's hand, probably because I accidentally bumped into him when he bought the flowers. I saw the young man's expression of embarrassment and lowered his head, as if he wanted to hold it in his hand. It was as if the roses were hidden.

"Did Gang Ji-kun buy the flowers for your girlfriend?" I broke his mind with one word.

"En." The young man nodded without any hesitation, and looked at the roses with a soft and watery expression. "Where's the sister's?" He turned his head and asked me.

I winked mischievously at him: "I said my roses are for you, do you believe it?"

"..." The brown-haired young man was slightly stunned.

Seeing the young man's reaction, I felt amused for a moment, "Gang Ji-jun, you don't think what I just said is the truth, do you?"

"..." The brown-haired youth's complexion was reddish.

I chuckled, but I didn't expect him to really believe my words. By the way, Zonggang Jijun, how innocent and cute are you?

"Okay, no kidding, I'm leaving first." I'm going to pick up Ann from Uncle Joseph's house, and the place the young man is going to go is obviously not the same way as me.

"Sister, wait a moment."

After walking for a few minutes, I suddenly saw the young man trotting behind me and caught up with me. Under my surprised gaze, the brown-haired young man scratched his face uncomfortably, "Well, senior sister, can you do me a little favor?" ?”

Maybe it was because the sunlight was too beautiful, or the young man's eyes were too warm and clear at that time. In the young man's expectant eyes, I finally nodded to him with a light smile.

Afterwards, it was like the flowers blooming in the warmth of spring, and the ice and snow first melted.

Many years later, I still can't forget the young man's smile like a happy flower holding a rose at that time, bright and bright, without any sadness.

The author has something to say: I am completely desperate to leave a message, so if you want to leave a message, please leave a message, and if you don’t want to leave a message, go to the bar.

If it is the impact of the Diaoyu Islands incident, I have no complaints

13. Amusement park

After early summer, the heat begins to spread in the city