[Zongyingmi] He is like the wind

The forced setting only exists in the episode QWQ: [Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival all over the world].

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Perhaps because of the passing of the cold current, this autumn is much colder than previous years.

Most of the shops on the side streets are closed, and an iron gate separates the two worlds, but after all, it is a festival like the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even ordinary professionals will have the desire to go home and reunite. Sitting around the table are In a family, the children hold the warmth from their parents in their palms, and the sweet mooncakes in their mouths.

Maybe the taste is bad, but at this time, all you care about is everyone together.

Under the street lamp was a young couple on a tryst. Francise saw the girl hurrying downstairs, probably because the boy wanted to give her a surprise during the festival. I also saw a family of three on the bench. The mother looked at the running daughter with a kind smile, while her husband loyally and caringly held the little guy's toys, waiting for the unexpected arrival of the little princess.

For many people, this is a good holiday.Because on this day, it is rare for them to let go of work, cranky thoughts, and responsibilities on their shoulders, and fill their minds with the warmth of getting along with their families.That kind of warmth will slowly spread from the details to the whole body, whether it is the daughter's gentle kiss on the cheek, or the smile at each other when handing over the bread, when you like each other, you are happy no matter what you do, this kind of relaxed slack and Weakness makes people feel unmotivated, but in the bottom of my heart, I don't even want to resist...

Because we are all together.

Make people happy.

Thinking of this, Francise sighed. She opened a bottle of milk, poured herself half a glass, and walked back to the window slowly, looking out of the window to pass the time.

Valentine is not here, after all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He brought alcohol and cigarettes to Anna's tombstone. According to her past experience, he would definitely stay there until the next morning, until he was so drunk that she even needed to drive over to bring this alcoholic back safely.

His alcohol capacity is actually very good, but Anna didn't let him drink in the past, and she would babble about exhortations such as "drinking hurts your health", but every time Valentine answered well, he would secretly hide it. a cup.

He doesn't really like drinking that much, but he likes her fierce look, because it seems that she cares about him very much.

That was the first time Francise realized what it was like to like someone.

There may be quarrels and farce, there may be laughter and tears, but it's all about liking the way it is.

You only have such emotions when you like someone-it's really bad enough, this kind of atmosphere is so good, she couldn't help but think of Anna again.

The habit of drinking milk was maintained later. At that time, she always liked to compete with Valentine, so wine was also in the ranks of fighting, but after leaving that circle, she almost never touched spirits again. After all, alcohol It paralyzes the brain.

If he didn't want a dream, Valentine wouldn't drink too much during the festive season.

It just hurt her.

Another lonely reunion festival.

When the doorbell rang, Fran was struggling with dinner, probably because she was afraid that she would starve to death. Valentine kept leftovers and leftovers in the refrigerator, but her cooking skills were still at the level of barely frying the kitchen. Even the simplest question of how to heat up a meal got her bogged down.

Is it poured directly into the pot?Or put some more water?

Fran, the kitchen idiot who didn't even know there was such a thing as a microwave oven, was lost in thought.

And Pietro came at this time.

He was wearing a silver-gray warm autumn dress. The clothes were thick and looked a little bloated. Probably because of Mrs. Maximov's request, he brought mooncakes with bean paste flavor, and the sweet and greasy smell filled the moment he opened the door. around her.

It's not that Valentine didn't prepare this kind of thing. As an all-round manager, even if he wants to go out, he won't stumble over such details. Moreover, as a well-known singer, the mooncakes given by fans are enough for her to eat Rise to explosion.

It's just that Francise has always felt that, except for the sweet flavors such as red bean paste and fruit, all other flavors of mooncakes are cults.

What kind of pickled mustard and fresh meat, five kernels, and the golden throat flavor, and what's even more peculiar is the new snail powder flavor this year-is this kind of thing really edible?Is this kind of thing really a moon cake?

So she didn't even have the interest in unpacking those fancy mooncakes, so she chose the seemingly simpler kitchen struggle story chapter-although it turned out that she and the kitchen really had a conflict.

Because of this, she was tortured by the kitchen utensils and her head hurt. When she opened the door, she completely forgot that she was only wearing pajamas, and it was still a pink rabbit style-the contrast is very scary.

Especially a person who is good-looking enough and always looks like a royal sister suddenly looks cute.

At least Pietro turned his face away subconsciously, a faint redness began to rise from his neck, and then slowly, slowly covered his entire face.

"Happy... Mid-Autumn Festival." He blushed and finished his blessing.

"Let's have fun together—I've been very touched by coming to see me during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You even brought a gift. Come in quickly. It would be really rude to let you stay outside!"

Fran, who spoke nice words but acted honestly, took the mooncakes and opened a pack immediately and took a bite, smiling contentedly.

Of course, mooncakes do not have the function of satiety, and bean paste is also easy to get greasy, but at least Pietro, who knows what a microwave oven is, managed to reheat the food, which prevented the young and beautiful female singer from starving to death at home. massacre.

"It's great to have you!" While eating food contentedly, while saying such misleading words, Francise was very happy in her heart, but Pietro's performance was a little flustered, and he was really hard to resist The sweet words she said casually made people unable to tell the truth from the fake, but they couldn't help but think too much.

"I didn't expect that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival would be spent with Peter," she swallowed the last bite of food, and she started a topic, "A few years ago, the only people you could see during the Mid-Autumn Festival were bad guys who came out to show their affection. Even landlords miss this day to collect rent. Didn’t know I had a time to spend the holidays with other people—maybe we could celebrate?”

"Celebrate?" The little angel blinked, as if he didn't understand what was there to celebrate.

After all, this is just a reunion festival, and reunion may not be possible.

"Anyway, fill up the wine first—maybe you'd like to waste time listening to me talk about the messy past?" She smiled softly, as if her eyes were shining, "It's not really a celebration, it's just that you can drink it at this special time. To have someone with me — to be with you is just so nice."

The author has something to say: Well, although I didn't specifically mention it, everyone should be able to see that the heroine has a previous life?

Then the setting is overhead.Because everyone in the European and American circles also knows that they don't really care much about scandals.

And it has been so long since then, it is hard to find information about this kind of gossip, so it is better to set it as an overhead and refer to the domestic.