The melodious sound of the violin, mellow and smooth, echoed in the center of the room, and the girl who played the violin was pale, and her cheeks, which were squeezed by the violin holder, were not bloody. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Smack!" The violin stopped abruptly, leaving a scarlet on the girl's fair cheeks.

The strings are broken.

The girl's face was unfortunately scratched by the strings that had been ejected, and a wound that was not very deep appeared on her face.

"It's bad luck...... girl muttered to herself, ignoring the wound on her face, her eyes down.

The girl has been practicing the violin for more than ten years, and the number of times the strings have broken is only a handful, and now she is very skilled in playing the violin, and it is not easy for her to break the strings. I didn't expect to break it once, and I hurt my face.

The girl was no longer in the mood to play the violin, so she hurriedly found the medicine box, treated the wound casually, received a familiar phone call, changed her clothes and went out.

The early morning of August is not much different from the noon in the middle of summer, but in a word, it is hot - hot! In order to facilitate travel, the girl bought a motorcycle, the style is different from what most girls like, the girl's motorcycle is cool royal blue all over the body, the body is very large, streamlined, with the girl's sexy body and tight black T-shirt and hot pants, there is a wild taste.

"Xiao Ke, remember to come back early. I'll be waiting for you to eat ice cream with me! A girl rushed after her from the villa, and shouted sweetly at the locomotive girl who had not yet started the car.

"Why don't you buy it?" The motorcycle girl gave a blank look to say goodbye to the girl.

"That...... Didn't people come to the big aunt? The farewell girl said nonsense without hesitation.

"Oh? Coming to the Great Aunt? The motorcycle girl laughed twice and said, "That's easy, I don't need to go out." You can't eat cold food anyway! ”

Only then did she realize that she had lost her words, and she blushed and said, "Ouch, people are joking!" You have to take this seriously, too! ”

"Cut!" The motorcycle girl gave a disdainful glance to say goodbye to the girl, ignored her, and started the car with a whin.

"Lazy pig! Say what you want to eat ice cream, every time it's not a hot day, I go to buy it myself! When I come back, I will break off her friendship! The locomotive girl thought resentfully as she drove the car in the wind.

C's ice cream has always only accepted on-site purchases, not takeaways, and even the number of packages per day is limited. However, C's ice cream is really different, worthy of being a luxury brand in ice cream, and every time you eat it, you will feel that your life is in vain.

"Beauty, two portions of mango vanilla ice mousse, take it away!" The motorcycle girl smiled and said to the girl in charge of sales at the front desk.

"I'm sorry miss, but now there is only one mango vanilla iced mousse left, could you please consider trying other flavors?" The girl at the front desk said softly.

"Huh?" Of course, the biker girl is not happy to choose other flavors, and the combination of mango and vanilla is the unifying hobby of her and the farewell girl.

The girl at the front desk couldn't bear to see the disappointed look of the beauty in front of her, she lowered her voice and said to the motorcycle girl: "Miss, just now the last mango vanilla ice mousse was ordered away by the gentleman in the plaid shirt next to me, but it has not been shipped yet, do you want to discuss it with him?" ”

When the motorcycle girl heard this "trade secret", she thanked the girl at the front desk with great joy, and turned to walk over to the gentleman in the plaid shirt.

Omitting about a few hundred words of politeness and requests here (save the dear readers, I think I am suspected of irrigation, hehe~), the girl, by virtue of her beauty and cuteness, easily negotiated with Mr. Plaid Shirt and obtained the ownership of the last Mango Vanilla Ice Mousse.

The girl on the motorcycle carefully carried two servings of mango vanilla ice mousse and ran to the door at a fast speed, although the ice box was working, but the girl did not dare to slack off, for fear that the slow speed would affect the taste of the ice mousse.

"Oops!" As soon as the girl pushed the door open, she hit the surface of a soft object, and two ice mousses flew out, and these two ice mousses were completely helpless.

"Ahh The girl squatted on the ground heartbroken, looking at the remains of the two ice mousses, and wanted to cry without tears.

"I'll pay you." The "soft thing" opened her mouth to speak, and the girl realized that she had been wronged and had a debt, and the person in front of her was the murderer who had murdered these two innocent, lovely, pure, and kind ice mousses.

"These are the last two servings! How to pay! The girl squatted on the ground, still sadly looking at the ice mousse's appearance.

"Then I can't help it." "Soft thing" said in a cold tone, "I'll leave if it's okay." ”

The motorcycle girl suddenly had a burst of anger in her heart, and when she looked up, she would find that the "soft thing" in front of her was somewhat familiar.

"Is that you?" The motorcycle girl said in surprise.

"Soft object" turned around, only to find that the girl in front of her was an old classmate who had not been seen for a long time.

"How are you?" The tone of "soft things" was much softer.

The girl became shy in an instant, and the "soft thing" in front of her was the male classmate that the girl had been paying attention to for a long time. It's a pity that with the girl's noble and glamorous temperament, many boys are discouraged, not to mention the male classmate in front of him who also pretends to be mature and doesn't like to talk. Having said that, the coldness of the motorcycle girl is at most in front of strangers, and the male classmate in front of him, his coldness is notoriously frostbitten.

"I, I haven't eaten yet, why don't you treat me to a meal!" The locomotive girl took the initiative to invite.

The boy originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he always owed the girl two portions of mango vanilla ice mousse, since he couldn't accompany her, it was good to invite her to a meal, so he should return the favor.

The boy nodded, agreeing, and asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

The motorcycle girl knew that this male classmate had never been in a mood, so she replied simply and directly: "Pizza, you have a treat!" ”

"Okay." The boy's answer was simpler.

"Hey, Xiao Ke, why haven't you come back yet?" The farewell girl was impatient to wait, and sent a **.

"I'm having dinner with the male god." The girl on the bike glanced at the quiet boy and turned back at a rapid pace.

"Cut! You can't just be lazy and find a place to cool off, right? The farewell girl was skeptical.

"Villain!" The locomotive girl replied to this with hatred, so she turned her phone on silent and concentrated on eating with the male god.

Actually...... "The locomotive girl can't stand the overly cold atmosphere in front of her, and wants to have nothing to say."

"I'm done. Eat slowly, I'll settle the bill. I'll go first. The boy put down the dishes, and before the girl could speak, he got up and left.

"Hey! Do you have the most basic courtesy! The girl on the motorcycle threw off the cutlery, grabbed her bag and chased after her.

"What? Courtesy? The boy asked, frowning.

"Yes...... Yes......" The girl said in a hesitant voice.

"I'm sorry I missed you, goodbye. Is that okay? The boy said a few words with a cold face, and still walked away on his own.

Two months later, the C ice cream parlor ......

"Got it, I'll send it to you. Really, can't you be quiet after eleven? How lazy are you......" The biker girl still rides her bike, and it is the girl who asks her to run errands.

"I'm sorry, miss. Today's Mango Vanilla Ice Mousse is sold out, so please visit us early next time! The girl at the front desk said apologetically.

The motorcycle girl is very depressed, this ice mousse is not a very popular taste, why does it sell so quickly every time? The girl asked the question in her mind.

"That's right, miss. Because the shelf life of our ice mousse is very short, in order to ensure the most perfect taste, we have always sold it in limited quantities. Every day, there are regular customers who come to buy early in the morning, so it is difficult to grab them if you don't come early every day. The girl at the front desk explained.

"Whew...... All right. The locomotive girl had nothing to say, so she could only leave unwillingly.

"You won't be here to buy that mousse again, will you?" A cold boy's voice suddenly came from the side of the motorcycle girl.

"Is that you?" The girl on the bike pointed at the boy in surprise.

"It's rude to point your finger at someone." The boy's face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't think about it that much. The girl replied honestly.

"Huh." The boy laughed twice for the first time, but from his far-fetched expression, it was clear that he really had little experience in "happiness".

The girl sympathized with the boy's unhappiness, and what she wanted to see was a boy with a smiling face full of sunshine.

"Seeing that you're in such a good mood today, why don't we go to dinner together?" The girl asked tentatively.

This time the boy answered very simply, and without even thinking about it, he gave the girl an affirmative answer.

"Let's go! Dessert! I'm in for a treat! The girl said happily.

The boy reached out to take a taxi, but was stopped by the girl.

"Let's go! Go out for a ride with me! The girl said heroically, reaching for the helmet on the motorcycle and handing it to the boy.

The boy was a little moved, and the girl's small gesture was enough to show that she cared about the boy's safety very much, so she would hand over the only but necessary safety tool to the boy.

The boy took the helmet, but did not put it on.

"Hey! Hold on to me! The girl said loudly from the seat in front of her, with a wildness and excitement in her voice.

The boy is a little rubbing, after all, "hugging" this kind of thing means that there will be physical contact, and the boy is not very comfortable with any intimate behavior with the girl in front of him, even if it is only a little.

"Hurry up, it's time to start!" The girl urged again.

The boy let go of his worries, took his long legs, and got on the motorcycle.

The boy took advantage of the situation and put the helmet in his hand tightly on the girl's head, and helped her buckle the buckle tightly.

The girl turned her face, and the boy could see the warm smile on the girl's face through the transparent mask on the helmet.

"That's right." The boy asked in a loud voice in the wind, "I forgot to ask you last time, what is the injury on your face?" ”

The girl also shouted loudly, "Last time, it was when I was playing the violin and accidentally got cut by the strings. ”

The girl's voice came through the helmet, and it seemed a little urn-like, and the boy smiled and did not speak.

"Don't get me wrong, though. I've been playing the violin for more than ten years, and this is the first time! The girl quickly defended that she didn't want to leave the boy with a careless little white image.

"Oh." The boy replied briefly.

In three or five sentences, the restaurant was already in sight.

This is a very high-end looking Western-style dessert restaurant, the motorcycle girl and the boy sit opposite each other, each enjoying the dessert in front of them, neither of them speaks, but the others can tell from the subtle expressions of the two of them that they are in a good mood.

"Since your face is injured, why are you in such a hurry to come out?" The boy suddenly asked, and then he added, "I mean last time." ”

"Huh...... I know it was last time. "Girls find that boys are not just not talkative, but not very good at talking.

"Oh." The boy replied narrowly.

"Actually, I was in a hurry to help my girlfriend come out to buy ice cream, so I didn't care about the injury on my face." The girl replied lightly.

"You're different." The boy was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said.

"Huh?" The girl was a little flattered, and this kind of words came out of the boy's mouth, which was equivalent to a compliment.

"Yes." The boy summed up his answer in one more word.

The girl was not quite used to the way boys spoke, and she asked, "What is wrong with me?" ”

"For the average girl, a face injury is a big deal, and some girls can't go out without makeup, let alone a face injury." The boy analyzed.

"Looks are for others to see, but food is for yourself! I still know which is more important. The girl gently stuffed the dessert into her mouth with a delicate spoon, and she looked like she had an endless aftertaste.

The boy smiled, laughing so relievedly, there was a problem that had plagued him for many, many years, and was easily cracked by a joke that seemed to be true or false by the girl in front of him.

The dessert, fermented with its own sweet scent, brews a sweet love-like thing in the air...... (To be continued.) )