dessert and music

It was already the next morning when Hilda woke up again.She made the bed and went down the stairs.

Eric was already sitting on the first floor, but there were a few more things in the living room—flowers, and some food.

"This is?" Hilda looked at these things and asked, "Mrs. Charles gave them, and some from other neighbors." Eric stood up, turned his back and took off the mask on his face again. Put on the original half of the white mask.

Hilda watched his movements, and asked with some doubts: "Why are you still wearing a mask... There is no one else here." "You are still here." Eric waved to her and stood on the stairs Hilda walked past.

"Someone who will deliver furniture may come later, you just wait on the first floor. Don't let those people go to the basement." He helped the mask on his face, opened the wooden door next to the stairs and walked in.

That must be the basement, Hilda watched the door close, and went to the table to pick up a biscuit. "It's okay." She said with a bite.

"Mr. Eric?" someone called from the door.Hilda put down the biscuits and went to open the door.Several grown men stood outside the door, behind them were two tables, a set of sofas and a few chairs.One of them said, "Is this Mr. Eric's house?" "Yes," said Hilda to the leader, "he's out." "Oh! Mistress! Mr. Rick ordered some furniture yesterday." "Come in." Hilda walked in, and those people quickly moved all the furniture at the door.

"Thank you," Hilda helped put the chairs back, "Do you want some water?" "Oh, thank you for your kindness, we will not bother you." Those people waved their hands and left.

Eric came out of the basement when he heard the door close, saw the table in the living room, and said, "Do the curtains need changing?" Hilda heard looking at the curtains hanging by the window. , Some have been stained with paint, she said: "Change it." She went upstairs to get a coat and went out.

"Good morning, Miss Hilda." She had just gone out, and Mrs. Charles came out with her basket.Hilda smiled and replied, "Good morning, ma'am. Just call me Hilda from now on." "Oh, yes, Hilda." Mrs. Charles walked up to her, "Where are you going now? "I want to buy some drapes—may I ask if you know where I get them?"

Hilda went out of the yard and closed the fence. "Of course I know. I'm going to go there." "Then can you take me there?" She looked at Mrs. Charles' gentle face and said. "Of course. Besides, you can call me Linda." Linda Charles took Hilda's hand, and she enthusiastically talked about everything in the town.

"Although our place is a little small, we still have a complete range of things." Linda said with a smile, "It's just that the bakery here is closed, and now we cook by ourselves, but people in this town still want a bakery. room." Hilda's eyes lit up when she heard the word, and she said, "Isn't anyone going to open it?" "Of course, my dear. But they will do too little, and they will. ’” Linda stopped, pointing to a fabric store, and said, “Here we are—Mr. Wood here is a nice guy, and the fabrics are also good.”

"Thank you, Linda." Hilda stepped forward and opened the door and went in. As soon as she opened the store door, colorful fabrics appeared in front of her eyes.

A man of medium build and wearing glasses saw her and said, "Welcome, I am Wood." "Good day, Mr. Wood. I would like to ask if there is any suitable fabric for curtains?" Hilda smiled Lol, sure enough Mr. Wood looks very kind.

After hearing her words, Mr. Wood pushed his glasses and took a closer look at the person in front of him, suddenly realizing: "Oh! You just came to the town of Ivar yesterday, right? I knew it. I live next to Linda, Eddie the original house."

"Yes, sir." Hilda's tone became serious when she heard him speak in such detail.Mr. Wood suddenly smiled a few times when he saw her like this, and said, "It's nothing, this town is only this big, and there's nothing new about it. Your arrival is news."

That's it, Hilda breathed a sigh of relief and began to pick up the fabric.She picked up a piece of light blue cloth that was slightly heavy, and asked: "The price of this piece?" Mr. Wood had just come down from the stairs with a large pile of cloth in his arms. He saw the cloth in Hilda's hand and said: "What color are your walls?"

"Beige." She thought for a while. "This blue is a little light, and it might be better to be darker." Mr. Wood took out a piece of cloth and said to her.

Hilda liked the fabric at once. It was a darker color than she had chosen, but it was very pretty.

"Just this!" Hilda asked for a piece of fabric.Mr. Wood helped her measure the length, and asked: "Do you need me to cut the cloth?" Put on the tape measure and walk out of the store.

Walking on the streets of the trail, people passing by would say hello to Hilda, and she responded one by one with a smile.

Hilda is back in the house, and Eric has obviously tidied up the living room.The brown sofa is placed in front of the white low table, and the fireplace in front of it has not been lit yet.Behind the sofa is a wooden dining table with two chairs beside it.

She walked over to the wiped window and began measuring its size.Hilda found a random piece of paper on the table and wrote the measurements on it.

"Why isn't the door shut, Hilda?" said Linda, standing in front of the door. "I forgot, please come in." Hilda walked to the door and closed it.Linda stood by the sofa and asked, "Have you chosen the fabric?" "Okay, I'll just write down the window data and give it to him." She replied. "Give it to me, I just want to go to his place." Linda took the note, closed the door and left.

Hilda looked at the closed door by the stairs, and with some bread she came forward and knocked—no answer.She pushed open the door and walked in. This is the door leading to the basement, and she followed the light down to the basement.

The place here is quite big, and Eric sat at the wooden table below and didn't know what he was writing. "Eric?" Hilda called softly. "Huh?" Eric put down his pen and looked at her.

"Why not go up there? I mean the living room isn't too small—" "The basement is better," he replied.But this was not at all unhealthy, and Hilda had to put the bread she had taken down on his table.

"You did it?" "No, Mrs. Charles gave it." Eric heard her words, without even looking at them, he picked up his pen and started writing again.

Seeing him like this, Hilda turned around and was about to go upstairs.

Eric lowered his head and said suddenly, "There is flour in the kitchen."

The author has something to say:

Today was supposed to be a side story for Valentine's Day.But I wrote a lot of characters and objects that appeared later (mainly because I was too excited to write, and the more I wrote, the more excited I became), and the code became the main text, so there is no extra talk.

Let’s present a small theater today (it’s still a daily conversation with a partner)——

Eric looked at the wig he hadn't had time to bring and the hair dye Hilda had just brought.

Hair Dye: Want to Get Rid of Me?Ask your own hair color first!

Wig: Want to get rid of me?Ask your own hair volume first!

Eric: Excuse me Excuse me.

Hilda: Don't bother, don't bother, I still have to take care of you in the days to come.

We really didn't mean it, it's just two people's daily sand sculpture ummmm

In the back of the article, there are some daily life and so on, which are not as exciting as in the theater.Let H take a break orz