The three of them stopped at the appearance of the words, and Field covered the corners of his mouth with his hands, his eyes wandering. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Oh my God, what did I say, oops, it feels like I'm talking about the past again, it's terrible. As a baker, I haven't been able to develop such qualities, so it's no wonder my dad says that I always let my guests eat unpalatable bread. But isn't it.,Hitomi Shrinkage finally came back once.,If such a treat can't be accompanied by sweet words.,The result will be a bad vision.。

In that case, the original wish will be gone, and the taste of the bread may never be restored.

"Field's heart is as complicated as ever."

Hitomi put her bread foot into her mouth, waved her hand, and pointed to her bulging cheeks, her eyes narrowed.

At this moment, Field's eyes widened, and she really wanted to see if the miniature pupil she saw was still the same as the previous miniature pupil, which she knew. I think of a person who can help me see this fact, "he" has the ability to see through the changes in people's hearts, but at the same time, he will fall into self-blame without his own skin.

"If you want me to say, your bread hasn't changed at all. You once said that bread is full of the taste of your heart, but after all these years, you still have the original taste, just like your people, and you are still the child who loves bread. ”

"But I'm already an old woman."

Field, Field, why are you talking about age again? Didn't I make an agreement with my father, even if I couldn't change anything, I couldn't give up what I had like this.

Hanging in the apron pocket on the side, those little guys are full of energy, warm heartbeat, warm heartbeat.

"No, I'm talking about when you were younger. Although the Mutation Mind will retain the biological age of the best period of human beings to a certain extent, it will continue to change and grow in consciousness. ”

"Humph! Deceitful! When I was younger, I didn't have such a desire, I didn't have such a desire. This kind of thing is only after my dad died, how can you know! I couldn't tell you this little secret that only a senior researcher could understand, so why did you target me again? ”

How can you possibly know that I wish.

The girl with her head down, muttering this sentence, the dry bread in her hand has not been put into her mouth, it has been so heavy that she bends her fingers, and the taste of her heart also has weight.

The boy's face was nervous, and his palms were wet.

but was covered by the other hand.

Lull handed him something, her share of bread.

Lolita's heart tightened, and there was a force in her palm, inexplicably powerful, urging herself not to give up.

Since it is the taste of the heart, it must be that your own bread has a different taste from other people's bread, right? I can taste that sweet and happy taste, but Lu'er should have tasted something else. As I said earlier, the taste is different every time, so if that's the case, won't it?

Vary?

"Taste it?"

The two spoke in unison, and Field tilted his head, strands of hair falling above his nose. Pupils constricted by breathing, eyelids flapping, clumsy hearts, wounded, wounded.

Fool, this is a good opportunity to give him the happy taste of the bread you have hidden.

"I ...... My bread tastes ....... That one...... I'll prove it to you! I've changed! ”

She shouted, and the street lights outside the street lit up.

It's as if the eyes pierce themselves.

Three, three, two, two, his arms hung straight in the air, the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back the excitement he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was small and calm.

"But that's too much."

All three girls stuffed bread into Hitomi's mouth, and all three breads were eagerly slammed into one heart.

"I'll taste them one by one, then I won't be able to eat them."

Field's fingers loosening the bread as Lull reached over the back of Lolita's hand, who brought the tip of her finger to the other's lips, and was about to touch it.

A man appeared.

Tall, mighty.

The eyes are bright, and the next second is full of charm.

Not because of the beloved woman, but because of the overlapping insinuations of that time.

The old man in the back was on crutches, and the brim of his hat on his head attracted the attention of several people, focusing on the nervousness, calm and kindness.

Scarlet gear.

Lolita lowered her arms, pouted, looked at the man, and the next second, sighed softly.

"Father, you're still here."

The diners still wandered around the space, but the gaze between the two began to thicken, staining the old time.

Why is it here?

Why! I obviously returned the mirror to its original place, who told the secret? Well, if I keep it hidden, it's not a solution, he found my secret himself, and I can't keep my mouth shut. It's still a secret, for the other two. Unilateral concealment, unilateral concealment.

Will my father forgive me, or am I overly optimistic?

"I'll wait for you outside."

Luo Lan smiled slightly, and the street lights sprinkled the stubble, teasing the man's muscles.

"Got it."

Lolita turned and sat down, the warm lights in the small shop flickering, and she lifted the leather jacket that squeezed her heart.

The girl on the opposite side stood dumbfounded in the corner of the kitchen, she was actually leaning against the wall, but the wide apron obscured the direction of her feet, making it difficult to tell where her heart was going.

"You guys, go first. After the evening, there will be more guests. When the time comes, it will be busy, and I will be out of company. ”

The apron swayed and disappeared into the light, and I could no longer hear the words of Hitomi Miniaturi. There are wind chimes hanging above the shop, washing the edges of the warm lights, missing some flickering, silently watching.

What, it's him, and as I guessed, Loraine's daughter is the daughter of the legendary long-lost creator. It seems that there is a new conflict between the white cross and the black cross. Dad said that the white paper will eventually be controlled by some human being, after all, there is no escape from the control of the three laws. If he could control the dream realm, what kind of wish would the king use it to fulfill?

The three of them hurriedly thanked each other, and there was still a piece of bread left on Lu'er's lips.

In this case, you can't wait any longer, the bakery is just a cover, Dad, I'll do your wish. I am not going to change, the taste, from the bread, told me the answer. Isn't that what you and your mom have always wanted?

Turn on the oven and the new bread steames out its charming color. The whole small shop was lively, and the three of them left the crowd, and they couldn't help but look back at the bright signboard, and there was still a lingering fragrance on the corners of their lips.

The surrounding shops have also shone brightly, sloping every part of the street, and the unique scenery of the White Tower.

The cat that had been lying on its stomach in the roof sink had also been bathed in the light.

"Father?"

The first person who asks the question is Lu'er herself, who may have expected the end to come.

"Oh, it's annoying. It was still discovered, but there was nothing it could do. It's been so long, it's been an understatement, and I've been tired of it for years. I didn't talk to you about it, but the main thing is, I, not really, think about that. ”

Some of the sentences are unclear, and I am afraid that there is no bottom.

"I didn't expect him to be the Creator too, and George came with him, I just saw it. I was a little surprised. ”

"What? You say, you say, Grandpa George? ”

The girl ran up to them, spread her arms, accompanied by a slight jump.

Under the street lamp, the hair shakes up and down.

"It's hard to believe, right!?"

"What I said is true!"

"How could George be the Creator, I've never seen the entrance to his Place of Light!"

"No, it's possible." The boy pointed to himself. "Whatever the usher looks like, do you see that Field's usher is her apron?"

The girl was silent for a moment, and the whole person was sculpted in the middle of the street, with lines on copper engravings.

"I thought that only fantasy was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. But later, I realized that it was people who were the best performers in the world, and it was amazing. ”

The man behind him spoke, it was the tone of the old man, the face of vicissitudes.

George slowly leaned out from behind Lorraine's tall figure, dumbfounded, old, and excited.

People are just clubbing on the ground, in the flow of people, in the cracks of the streets of the White Tower, and the curiosity of a little bit of time.

The street lamp on the side shook the wick, and the temperature was a little high and a little hazy.

"It's reckless to meet us like this. Isn't it? ”

The girl stepped forward, her hands behind her back tangled in her movements, hanging on her chest and shaking, 15 and a half degrees, her eyes were synchronized, and she scanned the top of their chests.

The other girl carefully observed the old man's whole body, which was not clear or blurry, and she really wished she could see it wrong. On second thought, even so, it's not a bad thing, it still takes some time, and telling.

As soon as the shrinking eyes stretched their waists, the atmosphere instantly softened.

I don't know what to say, but it's better than just now, a little bit of leisure, right?

"Come with us as compensation?"

Lolita smiled knowingly, forgiving others so quickly really didn't seem like a father's virtue. It's because of my identity, the matter of the place of light is already history, in the past, in the past.

"Where?"

"The abrupt meeting needs to be made up for slowly. The revolving restaurant in the White Tower is a nice place. The first is because of Loraine, but because of my habits. When I first became a creator, I often went to a place. ”

"There's a lot more to this side of things, and we also have a reason to come to the dream world. The secrets of the book "Dream Book". ”

"Dad is really selfish."

"That's for you, too."

Lolita smiled at some point, her blue pupils turning to the color of the streetlamp, a mixture of cold and fiery.