"Like a bear in spring." Zhu Maolin suddenly said something and opened his eyes at the same time.

Xiaolu showed doubts in her eyes.

Zhu Maolin smiled lightly and said: "There is a description in "Norwegian Wood". I like it, just like I like a bear in spring."

"Why a bear?" Xiaolu asked subconsciously.

Zhu Maolin looked up at the clouds in the sky, as if imagining the clouds that were constantly gathering and dispersing, like a little bear, and said: "In the spring wilderness, flowers are blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. You are walking alone on the hillside.

A furry, black and white bear came over from the opposite side. It sat in front of you stupidly, blinking at you, so you hugged it and rolled down the soft hillside. You don't feel any pain.

, because the bear is very soft, because the grass and soil are also very soft. Your body is covered with grass clippings and wild chrysanthemum petals. At this moment, you don’t have to think about anything, and you feel relaxed physically and mentally... Don’t you like it?"

"I like it." Xiaolu closed her eyes and said softly.

"I used these copied words to chase my current wife." Zhu Maolin interrupted Xiaolu's fantasy instantly.

She opened her eyes, surprised and disappointed, and there was something Zhu Maolin couldn't see through: everything showed that she was surprised that he would...reject at this time.

"You...love your wife very much?" Xiaolu asked hesitantly.

"How can I not love her?" Zhu Maolin asked.

Xiaolu didn't speak. Instead, she opened the box and silently ate the tiramisu under her little by little. Then she stood up from the swing stool, facing away from the bamboo forest. She stood up straight, as if

It's like he's preparing something.

She also took a deep breath and asked, "Can I sing?"

"Birthday song?"

At this moment, Zhu Maolin thought of this song that he should be able to sing. But Xiaolu shook her head gently and whispered: "A former bard wrote a song for me..."

Zhu Maolin was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly, but he saw Xiaolu suddenly spread her hands, like a swan spreading its wings, spinning, jumping, spinning, jumping, and lowered her body.

Are you going to Scarborough Market?

Cilantro, sage, rosemary and thyme

Please say hello to one of the girls there for me

She was once my true love.

Ask her to make me a linen shirt...

She closed her eyes, as if she could no longer see the hustle and bustle of the city...it would never stop.

The surrounding winter scenery seemed to have regressed to late autumn, and the bleak autumn wind carried the smell of hay across the endless wilderness. She was like a barefoot wandering dancer, also waiting for the returner.

This is not any version that Zhu Maolin is familiar with.

He unknowingly allowed his thoughts to be exiled to this wasteland, forgetting everything.

It was as if I had truly come to this lonely dancer and become the person she wanted to return to.

Quietly, he heard the dancer's call.

"My birthday wish is to find someone I like, stay with him forever, and have a lovely child with him... Can you help me fulfill this wish?"

Zhu Maolin breathed out slowly, his heart suddenly became hot, and the male instinct was like a volcano accumulated over many years.

He stood up suddenly and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go home."

…

When the car parked outside the small park started and drove away, it seemed that she didn't want to stay for a moment. When she left completely, Xiaolu sat on the swing bench alone.

Next to him, where Zhu Maolin once sat, there was the empty box filled with tiramisu.

She seemed to be distracted, and then subconsciously raised her palm, only to see a white card slowly appear on her palm.

Then the white card was completely shattered in an instant. When the gold owner temporarily destroyed all transaction possibilities, the white card representing the gold owner would be shattered.

At least, in a short period of time, the corresponding funder's heart is almost perfect, or the funder feels that he is capable of doing what he wants to do.

"Oh! So you are here! What are you doing here if you don't go home in the middle of the night? Didn't labor and management just slap you twice and then leave! You forgot who your father is... Huh? Where is the person?"

A figure hurriedly rushed into the small park at this time, with a fierce look on his face and a mustache. He looked middle-aged, but he could only see Xiaolu sitting here alone.

He walked into Xiaolu's side and asked curiously: "Sister No. 18, didn't you say you would come on time at twelve o'clock?"

"No need." 'Xiaolu' glanced indifferently, "You can go and play by yourself. This mission failed."

"What?"

The fierce middle-aged man's expression gradually changed in surprise... This is Dazhe.

A black mist surged out from 'Xiao Lu''s body, and the next second she was wearing a black robe again. Xiao Lu's appearance seemed to be forever hidden in the invisible black mist.

She disappeared in front of Dazhe and disappeared.

Go and play by yourself?

play what?

…

…

"Well... give me this part. Yes, this part is marked 7."

In the club, Boss Luo, who was indulging in assembling a Christmas tree he had just ordered, stretched out his palm. After a while, the maid sent the required parts directly to his hands.

"It's almost done." Youye looked at the almost-completed Christmas tree expectantly.

At this moment, a plume of black smoke slowly poured in from the door of the club. Luo Qiu didn't even look back and said: "On the 18th, you are here. Come, let's build this Christmas tree together. It will be done soon."

"Yes." No. 18 nodded, and walked respectfully to Boss Luo. Under Luo Qiu's instructions, he hung a decorative object on the upper level of the Christmas tree.

While hanging, No. 18 whispered: "Master, this subordinate deserves to die... The white card you approved this time has been destroyed."

"Well... take the things over there." Luo Qiu pointed.

No. 18 quickly took the things over. After Luo Qiu installed them, he took two steps back and the Christmas tree was completely installed.

Boss Luo looked at the Christmas tree with satisfaction and asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"

No. 18 subconsciously said: "Subordinate... I rely too much on the ability of 'Dream of the Past'. Although it has always been successful, it has ignored the basic abilities of the Dark Soul Messenger. Once... once encountered, it cannot be used."

The sponsor of 'Dream of the Past', his subordinates are probably not as good as a newcomer, they should wake up."

"I'm talking about this Christmas tree." Luo Qiu shook his head.

No. 18 raised his head, "This... was installed by the master himself, so it is naturally the best."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said calmly: "Of course it is the best, but it is not because I am pretending... but because I pretended it myself."

He walked to the counter and began to fiddle with the bartending tools while being served by You Ye, "Don't you think it's the most perfect thing if you do it yourself?"

No. 18 is thoughtful.

"Do you want something to drink before leaving this time?" Luo Qiu asked with a smile.

"Then... you're welcome, my subordinate." No. 18's tone became more relaxed without realizing it, "Honey bar."

Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."
Chapter completed!