It turned out that Louisa was at home a few kilometers away, studying hard and preparing for the important exam in the near future. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The midday sun is a bit harsh, and even the white clouds in the sky can't make the sun release a little more hot light.

The southwesterly wind from the Caribbean Sea blows across the sea, across the sand, over the palm trees on the shore, over the cabins in the suburbs, and finally on the flutter of Louisa's floral dress.

Her parents are busy with her sister Elena's wedding, and Luisa is left alone in her cabin at home with a distant future.

The cabin looks a little dilapidated, and the thick palm leaves on the roof are still waterproof, but they look a little yellowed and old. The walls around the walls are painted with green paint, a plant paint made from the island's unique oil leaves, the green paint is a little dull, this is missing, that is missing, the last time it was painted was on the day of Luisa's birth eighteen years ago.

Although the cabin looks a little old and surrounded by green, green and yellow sugar fields, it is a paradise of Elena's childhood, which chronicles the bits and pieces of her upbringing. The first tears of grievance, the first happiness and joy, and now, the first girlish feelings.

Sleeping on a small wooden chair outside the cabin, barefoot, Luisa held a broken mirror and adjusted the balls on her head. This broken mirror is no more than the size of a palm, and there is a corner missing on the right, which was once bought by my sister Elena when she was working in Havana after graduating from high school, and now that my sister has returned from China and has a vanity case, this broken mirror has become Luisa's little baby.

The hairstyle of the balls is not easy to comb, not only to look round, but also to have a fluffy feeling, and this is the first time Lu Yisha has made a ball head, and it is also the first time Lu Yisha has made a hairstyle. Her long black hair with slight curls at the ends of her hair is what Luisa has been doing for a long time, never thinking about it, not changing.

But I don't know how to get it, but last time Lu Yisha was on a whim, she took her sister's mobile phone to search for hairstyles on the Internet, picked and chosen, and it took a whole night for her to choose this hairstyle, and imprinted this beauty in her mind with memory, so that today's self can comb a satisfactory hairstyle.

After adjusting the small balls on her head for a while in front of the broken mirror, Lu Yisha looked left and right, and finally smiled with satisfaction. Luisa doesn't know if this hairstyle is correct or not, if it's the best for her, just like no one knows who Luisa's hairstyle is for, except for herself.

"Oops!"

Luisa looked down and saw that a small black insect had landed on her flower skirt, and she hurriedly blew vigorously to finally blow the little insect away.

Luisa is not afraid of insects, and on Treasure Island, there is no shortage of anything but insects.

Luisa didn't care about the insect either, she cared about the flower dress she was wearing, because it was the only dress she had with flowers. In order to keep this flower skirt clean and fragrant, last afternoon, she picked up the nearby water, deliberately ran to a small hill a few kilometers away to pick a basket full of flowers, soaked it in water, and washed and washed the flower skirt with the water with the fragrance of flowers.

This morning, after hesitating for a long time, Luisa decided to try on this floral dress for tomorrow.

Of course, for Lu Yisha, it is not particularly important whether the dress has flowers or not, the important thing is that this is given to her by someone else when she was playing in Havana a few days ago, and the person who gave it was Li Le.

Afraid of wrinkling the flower dress, Luisa hurriedly sat up from the small wooden chair and looked around, but fortunately it was not messed up.

Maybe it was a little boring, but the sitting Yelena bent her legs slightly, supported her head, and gently stroked her calf with her right hand, in a daze.

The fingertips gently brushed over the silky calves, slowly slid over the white ankles, and finally dotted on the five tiny toes of his own.

I don't know what came to mind, the corners of Lu Yisha's mouth rose slightly.

After thinking about it, still worried that her skirt would crumple, Luisa got up, returned to the room, locked the door tightly, slowly took off the flower skirt, naked, and threw the flower skirt on one side of the double bed, while she lay flat and slept on the other side.

This double bed is where Luisa and Elena have slept together since childhood, and every night, the two of them will whisper, gossiping about the trivialities and joys and sorrows of the day, and also looking forward to the future life and ideals.

The thought that this bed would be alone in the future, Luisa's good mood immediately vanished.

Lying on the double bed, Louisa gently stroked her delicate cheeks with the back of her hand, slid down to the white jade neck, skimmed the pink hills, and finally placed it on her slender waist.

"Alas~" Luisa sighed softly, although she and her sister have inherited their mother's delicate facial features and white and tender skin, but her sister is only three years older than herself, but her figure is much plump.

Lying on the pillow and looking at the wooden roof above her head, Louisa stretched out ten slender white fingers and counted them.

“1~”

“2~”

“3~”

“4~”

“5~”

“6~”

“7~”

“8~”

“9~”

“10~”

In ten days, it will be his eighteenth birthday. Yesterday afternoon, when her sister Yelena asked what she wanted as a gift for adulthood, Luisa shook her head and said "no".

"Impossible~" Elena smiled.

"Really." Luisa nodded earnestly.

Thinking that her birthday is still ten days away, Luisa now has a birthday gift she wants.

It's not that Luisa panicked, because since the day she was born, she has never lied, never.

It's just that now, after a short day, Luisa has the birthday gift she wants.

It's just that this gift already has a belonging, and for Luisa, although it is close at hand, it is so far away.

Thinking of this, Lu Yisha's expression looked a little sad, her eyes gradually turned red, she sighed softly, covered her eyes with her fingers, and at this moment, a teardrop appeared out of the corner of her eye, down her cheek, and fell on the sheets.

Outside the door of the cabin, another sea breeze blew, and a high school English book next to the small wooden chair was turning page by page with the wind blowing. After her parents left at noon today, Lu Yisha originally wanted to review on the small wooden chair outside the door, but soon after her parents left, she couldn't bear her beauty-loving nature and changed into a fragrant flower skirt.

As the wind blows, the book keeps turning until the last page, when the wind stops.

Flickering its wings, the little black beetle that had been blown away by Louisa flew back and landed on the book, and at its feet, on the last page of the book, was a pencil sketch.

This sketch is not a flower, nor a grass, but an oriental face.