Of course I have time!

Of course I have it~ How can I let go of such a great opportunity. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and so on, the database just hit him before, how to think about it is a little strange, no, no, I must still think too much, this is not correct. I'm still the same, let's see? Or do you sit idly by and watch my mind?

Ah, that's annoying!

"I have it, I have it."

The inadvertent emphasis exposes his crooked heart, the deep valley of his thoughts, and plops down.

"Oh, so be it. In the evening, take this business card and go to the central street of the White Tower, No. 15, and look for me. ”

When he said this, the corners of Kishili's mouth were still slightly bruised.

Every time he opened his mouth, he cried out in pain.

The database slowly turned its head.

The neck is rusty, and it takes a lot of effort.

It's like this every time, and Kishili is not the highest researcher in the entire White Tower, is it necessary to have such a girlish heart. Well, besides, I helped the seammy bird and the shore from the side, and I helped once, and I don't owe anything.

Nothing is owed.

For the rest of the day, people scattered in all directions, under the graceful hanging basket street lamps at the crossroads of the town on the right arm of the White Tower. It would be a few hours before the wick glowed, and Lou looked up in anticipation, pulling Lolita and following behind Hitomi Shaki, little by little, towards the center of the town.

White walls, white bricks, white tiles, white streets, white lights.

Everything here is white, but it is made up of many different kinds of white.

"If you look at the old brick walls, they are all faint yellowish-white, and if you don't look closely, you will think that they are white. It was built after the Black Tower, but the history is much richer and more condensed. ”

"How is history condensed?"

Hitomi is stumped by Lolita.

"Something like... I don't know how to explain it, it's like time is compressed. Because of the mutation, you should feel it. ”

"Jing Tong is back? The explanation I just explained is not very accurate. It's not okay to lead two cute little girls around like this. ”

Three of them turned back, and one looked at them. Bit by bit of anxiety, silky and smooth publicity.

"Bread Girl!"

When the woman heard this, she frowned. With his hands on his hips, he seemed to want to squeeze out the complaints on his waist.

"I, my name, Fei, Er, De, don't give other people's names randomly!" After a pause, he shook his head meaningfully. "Well, that's my second name."

"You've known each other for a long time?"

whispered, from Lu'er's doubts.

"Because the bread she makes is not good at all."

"What do you say? What did you say! ”

The oncoming girl wore an apron full of pockets and small tools covered with stacks of flour, and Lolita remembered the pine nut toast she had eaten.

"It's just not delicious."

The girl who approached the three of them opened her eyes wide, and three scarves poured down her head, one yellow, one red and one white.

"I've improved a lot. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it anymore. ”

Field stood still, his hands behind his back, his heart genuinely terrified, and his face domineering.

"Cute little kids." Field saw Lull and then Lolita. "What beautiful eyes."

Lolita stared at the ground, afraid to speak.

"Hungry, hungry, come on, come on."

Listening closely, years of experience had allowed her to hear the emptiness in the stomachs of the three of them, as vast as the night sky, and the lack of moonlight. The gadgets in the pocket of her apron jumped happily, and the faint fluorescence sprinkled between the sleeves of her dress, and her whole body became taller.

The three of them trotted all the way and followed Field, and there was a wonderful feeling. She herself is delicate and small, but her steps can knock out the ending chapter of the sonata, the delusional theater of endless paintings, and the endless sweet jujube sourness.

It's a bakery in the middle of the town, and it's neat and cute, with a big, Chinese-style signboard. There is a hanging basket hanging from the floor-to-ceiling window, and from between the staggered branches and leaves, a girl's little dream emerges.

There are not too many guests, bustling, walking in and out, but there is no drunken sound unique to girls.

The stiffness of the rush can't hide the slight length.

"It's going to take a few minutes." She handed Lolita the pine nuts left over from the bread, which was full of fragrance. "If you don't mind, take it."

"I want your recipe too." The other party is obviously not satisfied with pine nuts, but wants the secret method of taste buds.

"Yes. Because the taste will be different every time you make it. Turning around, the quill began its work, being held in the center of the palm of his hand, and quickly writing something. The vellum looked ancient, with curls at the corners, but Field still wrote it earnestly, pouring his thoughts onto the paper.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and my craft is no longer what it used to be.

This is an opportunity not to be missed.

With this in mind, the seammy sat on a bench on the side of the street, his hands floating in the air, his neck stretched, and his face staring at the sky. She read the words on the business card over and over again, and couldn't think of a reason why she could be wrong.

The location on the business card is a panoramic restaurant unique to the town, and it is said that its creator is also a famous high-level researcher, and the lifespan of its creations is far longer than the time span of ordinary man-made objects. The construction of this panoramic restaurant is quite long, after hundreds of springs and autumns, if you don't count the influence of [Mutation Thinking], it has been renovated several times.

Dining with a sense of history has always been one of the preferences of seammy birds.

Today, it just so happened that while dining, I was able to fulfill my little promise - to fall in love with the first man I met.

The girl in the white tower stood in the trinket shop not far behind her, as if she was choosing for herself, and the smile on her face seemed to be shining. In essence, he was helping the seammy get dressed up for tonight's meeting.

The White Tower Girl is also quite happy to be able to help one person dress up as another, such an opportunity has never been available, or it is rare. For girls, being able to be serious to this extent is something that most people can achieve. But if you can treat dressing up as a philosophy, only the White Tower Girl is the White Tower Girl.

[I'll help you out.] 】

[How to help?] 】

Be yourself. 】

"I've not always been me. 】

[It's just a little bit, add that perfect shadow.] Don't you want to get out of one's life, I can understand that. It's not because of loneliness, it's because two people can go further. 】

[The reasons are all found for me, I really don't know how to thank you.] 】

[Don't thank me, if you fail, I won't be responsible.] 】

Swing your legs and bob forward little by little. I've arrived a few hours early at the crossroads, is it a late arrival in another sense?

I didn't hear exactly what the database said at that time. However, the situation now tends to be reasonable, and even if he comes here and invites me to dinner, even if the purpose is for something else, he will make me complain, idiot!

Around the intersection, there are white tile walls.

She took a closer look at her surroundings.

The girl is no longer immersed in a small corner of her mind, inexplicable impulses mixed with nerve endings, inevitably, the delusional labor.

Opposite is a flower shop.

It's a white tile wall again.

The girl in the white tower in the flower shop bends over, holding the cheek of the flower in her hand, savoring it with her nose and hiding the taste in it.

Diagonally opposite, the old woman of the bookstore who had just turned on the lights, the reflection of her glasses with her own gaze, jumped on the beam of the room. It is an old-fashioned private house with a gassho-style roof, which is designed to facilitate rainwater drainage. Well, no, there's a cat that slides down a slide in a lush sink.

Is he laughing?

If you see such a childish idea of mine?

What if you see that I am not as mature and bold as he imagined?

What if you see that I'm actually just a mountain girl who came to the dream world to escape reality?

The girl in the white tower shook her palm and laughed in her heart, why are you in such a daze?

The seammy just smiled shyly and said that it had been too long since he had come to the White Tower.

I miss it to death~

"It's a nostalgic taste."

"Every bite has a different taste."

"Your craft has really improved."

Field, the little baker, was proud of the baker today, and she smiled happily, opened her mouth happily, and bit happily.

Only the bread I tasted was still like that, with a slightly sweet, slightly bitter, and slightly sour taste.

She wouldn't tell anyone that she had come to Dream World just to open a bakery, just so that her father could make his favorite bread in another place.

She saw everything in her dreams, fell in love with it, and fell in love with her father's craft.

Oh, I like it the most.

Once you do it, it's hundreds of years.

"Ah, thank you so much, hahaha."

Field's laughter gives people a unique burning sensation, like the dry air in front of a fire, simply sparkling and burning passion.

"Speaking of which, last time you invented the most amazing croissant in the dream world, which corresponds to the croissant on the real side."

"After all, it's impossible for people to imagine things they haven't seen, baking bread is like living a life, except for the combination, it is still the combination."

The taste in this bread is incredible. Every bite you take will feel different. Even the fragrance is changing!

"Are you fascinated by it?"

"I'm fascinated by it."

"Oh, but I'm still fascinated by my heart, right?"

Field took off his apron and strapped his coat around his waist. The waist is very thin, the hands are very strong, and a pair of legs are flailing, but it is a pity that a well-fitting dress is missing.

"There's a lot of stuff in the bread, that's why it's like this."

Lolita put the last piece of bread in her mouth, thought for a moment, and pointed to the small crystal pendant on Field's chest. "Is it the smell of the heart?"

"That's right."

The girl reached out, tied her hair, lifted her shoulders, and tucked her chin.

"I'm the only one who can make something like this."