[Wolverine] The man who fell wood

Following Logan, Cynthia entered Logan's room for the second time: "Logan, actually you forgot to close the door." Pushing the door open easily, Cynthia complained to Logan who was walking behind her.

Logan smiled at her, did not answer, but walked to the faucet, washed an apple and handed it to her: "Eat it."

"There are still apples here?" Cynthia asked while chewing.

Logan picked up a change of clothes, turned around and patted Cynthia's head: "I bought it for you." Then he walked into the bathroom.

Cynthia wandered around the attic while nibbling an apple, and found that it was really a place to sleep, with nothing: "Logan, you don't even have a picture here!" Cynthia shouted towards the bathroom door .

But the only answer to him was the sound of rushing water.Cynthia didn't care, but had a wonderful idea.

When Logan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Cynthia looking at him expectantly.

What the hell are you trying to do?Logan continued to sit on the edge of the bed and wipe his hair calmly, as if he didn't see Cynthia's expectant eyes.

Cynthia was not discouraged, and leaned over to pick up the towel in Logan's hand, and helped Logan wipe his hair with dog legs.After wiping, there was a man who hugged her but didn't look at her, and shook her vigorously: "Logan~Logan~"

Logan was uncomfortable being hugged by her, but he still insisted on ignoring her, watching her shake him with all her strength, and finally he couldn't hold back and curled up his lips.

The sharp-eyed Cynthia caught the trace of his softening all of a sudden, and said to him with a smile: "Logan, we haven't officially dated yet."

Logan disagreed: "Didn't you go to the carnival?"

"That's my reward for being obedient, not a date." Cynthia said sternly, "I don't want my first date before marriage to be like this."

"So what counts as a date?" Logan was tortured by the little girl behind him, and pulled her in front of him, and wrapped her around her waist, preventing her from torturing him again.

The little girl curled up in Logan's arms obediently, and counted with her fingers: "It's just eating, watching movies, shopping, taking me home, and then secretly kissing at the back door of my house. Don't let my family find out." That's about it.

"We are getting married, and we still want to kiss secretly?" Logan was full of helplessness.

"Just pretend, pretend that we just fell in love, and we just fell in love, it's just that I proposed sooner." Cynthia felt that she was right.

"Besides, we don't have our own nicknames." Cynthia recalled the plot in the movie, "For example, little darling, little baby or something."

"Cynthia, I can't say these things..." Logan said, "I don't want you to call me that either."

After imagining that after she and Logan met, Logan called her a little darling, and she called herself Logan cute, she couldn't help shivering.

But she still insisted that they should have their own nicknames: "Others call you Logan, I also call you Logan, I don't want it."

"Think about it, we will become closer in this way. Others will see that we are a couple."

"Why don't I be the goddess of the moon, and you are Quick Katz?" Cynthia continued to ponder, "Quick Katz is just right for you, Lone Wolf?"

"I still don't want it, it's too sad." Before Logan could answer, Cynthia vetoed it herself.

Seeing that Cynthia was thinking so seriously, Logan hesitated for a while, put his lips against her ear, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "You, you can call me Jimmy."

Cynthia turned around miraculously, and repeated to Logan: "Jimmy?"

"Hmm." Logan felt a little ashamed to hear someone call this name after a hundred years, but seeing Cynthia's happy look, he still squeezed out a voice from his nasal cavity to respond to her.

"Why should I call you Jimmy?" Cynthia was a little curious.

"Before I was ten years old, my name was James. My mother called me Jimmy." Talking about his only ten years of childhood life, Logan found that his memory about that time was gradually clear again stand up. .

The moment he said the name Jimmy, Logan understood that he was actually missing the too short family life in his life, and hoped that someone would call him by that name again.

"Okay, my little Jimmy." Cynthia hugged Logan who suddenly felt sad, trying to convey warmth to him.

Logan choked for a moment, and put his big hand on Cynthia's back: "Don't add little, Cynthia."

"Okay, Jimmy." Cynthia saluted playfully.

"What about you, what do you call me?" Cynthia knew that she was incapable of naming, so she threw all the questions to Logan.

"You are my little girl." Logan rubbed Cynthia's slender body after speaking, "It would be nice if I got fatter."

"Howl, I knew you liked big breasts!" Cynthia pretended to be angry.

Logan also made trouble with her: "I still like gentle and sensible people."

"I also like people who are gentle and polite." Cynthia was not to be outdone.

They just stared at me and I stared at you, neither of them looked away first.

"Pfft~" In the end, Cynthia couldn't help but laughed first, laughing herself into a soft ball.Logan supported the smiling little girl who was stumbling around with his hands, and a smile appeared on his face.Yeah, neither of them is what each other's ideal lover looks like, but love just happened, which is probably the most wonderful thing in the world.

After a quarrel, Cynthia, who was sweating all over, was ordered by Logan to take a bath.The little girl accepted the order gladly, obediently took the clothes and went in.

After taking a quick shower, Cynthia rushed out without wiping her head, and headed straight for Logan.Logan had been prepared for a long time, and with the help of the little girl, he carried her to the bed and stuffed her into the quilt.

After tidying up the somewhat messy bathroom, Logan also got into the quilt immediately.He leaned against the head of the bed, took out the towel thrown by the little girl from under him, lifted the little girl out of the bed, wrapped her in his arms and wiped her hair.

Cynthia, who was being served by Logan, continued to count with her fingers what Logan owed herself: "You haven't confessed to me yet."

"I love you, Cynthia." Logan said softly.

Well, forget it.

"You haven't written a love letter to me yet." Cynthia continued her efforts.

"You didn't write to me either." Logan felt that double standards should not be allowed.

"I wrote it for a day, but after you refused my confession that day, I tore it up." Cynthia said sadly.

"I'm sorry, Cynthia." Looking at Cynthia's pitiful appearance, Logan felt distressed: "I'll write to you when you fall asleep later, okay?"

"Okay, but you have to sign it and put your thumbprint on it," said Cynthia.

"Okay." It's not difficult.

"You have to write a lot of words about loving me in it, the kind that you can't do without me." Cynthia made a specific request.

"of course."

"Okay, let me think about what else can couples do together?"

"We can get tattoos together! Write each other's names on your body, on your chest!" Cynthia said enthusiastically.

"Cynthia, I can't get a tattoo. It's impossible for any dye to stay on my skin for a long time." Logan couldn't bear to hit her.

Yeah, forgot about Logan's damn healing abilities.

"Then let's take a photo, so that we can keep it forever." Cynthia took the next best thing.

"this is okay."

"Then it's settled. I'll contact the photo studio tomorrow, and then I'll ask my uncle to give you a day off."

"Okay, everything is fine, it's getting late, go to sleep, Cynthia." Logan tucked Cynthia back into the bed, smoothed the hair around her cheeks, and coaxed softly.

"Sleeping is fine, but kiss." Cynthia looked at Logan expectantly.

Without hesitation, Logan kissed her forehead fiercely: "Kiss, go to sleep."

Although he was not very satisfied, seeing Logan's expression of getting angry if he didn't sleep, he closed his eyes obediently, and fell asleep after a while.

Logan half-lyed beside Cynthia, listening to her slow breathing, lightly took out a pen and paper from the bedside table, and began to complete the task Cynthia assigned to him.

The night is so silent, in the dim light of the room, only the sound of writing can be heard softly, swish, swish... like a lover whispering in the ear.

In the early morning, after waking up to Logan's gentle call, Cynthia stretched, and Logan covered her face with a hot towel, instantly waking up.

After a simple breakfast, Logan drove Cynthia to the lumberyard and exchanged a loving kiss. Logan took out the love letter he wrote last night from his pocket and stuffed it into Cynthia's hand, walking quickly with some embarrassment. left.

Just like every ordinary day in the town, the bright weather, the hard-working people, the housewife who worries about household chores... Although ordinary, it is also meaningful and profound.

On this day, the only thing that changed was that there was a beautiful new teacher in Andre's primary school.

When the principal led the new teacher in, the noisy environment in the third grade classroom suddenly became orderly.The children sat back in their seats obediently and listened to the principal introduce the teacher from the United States.

She has long chestnut hair that hangs gracefully on her shoulders, and her dark green eyes are shining with soft light. She really wants to tell you that he can see through everything you think, but there is no need to be ashamed, because everything about you She will accommodate.

She stood there quietly, with a faint smile on her pretty face.The kids love being at this new teacher.She makes them feel comfortable.

"Come and introduce yourself to the children." The principal smiled and motioned to her.

She walked to the podium, wrote her name on the whiteboard, and then turned her head to the students who looked at her from the audience and said, "My name is Keira Frost. You can call me Miss Keira."

Andre sat in the classroom, looked at the name of the new teacher with his classmates, and thought to himself, this new Miss Keira is completely different from my sister, but I still think my sister is more pretty.

Although thinking this way in his heart, Andre, like his classmates, excitedly shouted the name of this beautiful teacher: "Miss Keira~"

What responded to them was Miss Keira's gentle smile.