Pooh was a reserved girl, and she sat next to Song Yinan with her skirt in her hand, separated by two fists from him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Yinan had a piece of white paper stained with the color of stars in front of him, he tapped the drawing board with a paintbrush, his voice was light, and his attitude was careless, "Where is the painting?" ”

Pooh's silver eyes blinked, and after sensing Song Yinan's meaning, he tentatively stretched out his finger and pointed to the top of his head.

Song Yinan raised her eyebrows, and her dark pupils fell on her face.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and without pause, the brush in his hand began to flutter on the white paper.

Her silver eyes glistened in the moonlight, watching a magical spell unfold before her eyes.

Overhead, it's a starry sky. In Song Yinan's hands, there is also a starry sky jumping on the paper.

Pooh must admit that Song Yinan is a proud but handsome boy, and she even thinks that under his background, the starry sky he writes is more beautiful than the starry sky above his head.

Song Yinan turned his head, his dark eyes crashing into Pooh's pupils, and then he removed the clip from the drawing board and handed her the painting.

Pooh. Chesterton wouldn't take gifts from boys in private, but she's not Chesterton's pride right now, she's just a wandering little mute.

She carefully took the drawings from those hands, blew them dry and rolled them up gently.

Song Yinan tied a bow to it, and she held it in her arms with both hands.

It was the greatest gift she'd ever received at Slave Star.

Oh, the witch who was forgotten on the sofa in Song Yinan's house was also the best gift.

She laughed, word by word, "Song, one, south." "I silently said 'thank you' in interstellar language.

Song Yinan tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Dumb, you're not stupid, why haven't you learned to speak." ”

Pooh blinked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Song Yinan didn't expect her to answer, and got up and walked towards the iron pimple.

She followed him, slatching on her bulky helmet as before, and sat behind him, wrapping around his waist.

The locomotive began to gallop again, facing the direction of running, and the sky was faintly white.

She looked at his broad back, and felt a little reluctance in her heart, for when she returned to Prague, she would go and retrieve her witch puppet, and then she would be separated from the slaves and return to her original position.

She whispered a 'thank you' in interstellar to his back, which was easily swept away by the wind.

Thank you for this short but happy time off the track, she will definitely cherish it, it is the best gift of graduation trip.

The iron lump has been running for a long time, and if you follow the time calculation standard of Artirans, the change of the sun represents the last two star hours.

Just as Pooh was puzzled, the locomotive stopped.

But when the locomotive stopped, she realized that what had happened was quite different from what she had expected.

Artirans! Song Yinan's slave made his own decision! They didn't go back to Prague at all!

This is not the Prague she likes!

She glared at him and gritted her teeth, "Song, one, south." "Song Yinan, why didn't you go back to Prague, where did you take me?

Song Yinan doesn't know how to read minds, and he doesn't know what Pooh is thinking, he is holding a black box in one hand and inserting the other hand in his trouser pocket, and the whole person looks stretched and elegant.

"Let's go."

Pooh, who could only say three names, could only stare at Song Yinan's back, angry in his heart.

She straightened her hair and walked forward behind Song Yinan.

Although it was quiet, there were few people, and there were not so many amazing and curious eyes, but she didn't like it, she liked the red roof of Prague that filled the view.

Song Yinan walked into the deep alley familiarly, and then pushed open a shop and walked in.

Music was playing in the store that she couldn't understand, and three or two people were sitting around enjoying the morning sun.

As soon as Song Yinan entered the store, two blonde girls greeted him and talked to him enthusiastically.

"Dear Song, there are so many beautiful girls waiting for you to come, the store manager said, if you come every day in the future, the business in the store will definitely be several times better."

"It's the store manager who has a talent for management."

Imojin was smiling and about to speak, she suddenly saw Pooh hiding behind him, her eyes flashed with amazement, her expression was stunned, and her eyes turned to Song Yinan: "Dear Song, you won't have a girlfriend already, in that case, the cute girls will be disappointed." ”

Song Yinan neither nodded in acknowledgement nor shook his head in denial, but such a tacit attitude made Imojin's face appear visibly disappointed.

"Dear Song, I thought you liked big. The girl with the breasts deliberately wore it low today. The chest strap too. Imogen flicked the waiter's apron, revealing a well-prepared low cut and a snow-white black suspender.

Pooh looked at her and hurriedly put the scroll horizontally in front of her eyes to cover the spring. Light.

When Imogen saw the scroll in Pooh's hand, the expression on her face was even more obviously disappointed, but this disappointment was only for a moment, and soon, an open-minded smile appeared on her face: "Dear Song, your girl is really a cute and shy girl. ”

Song Yinan's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he did not mean to answer, he tapped the dial on his left wrist and said, "Imokin, it's working time." ”

Imogin: "Song, you still don't understand romance so much, I'm going to work, but what does your little girlfriend want to eat?" ”

Song Yinan paused, "Give her a tiramisu, and then arrange it to seat C1." ”

Imokin: "Okay, your little girlfriend will be handed over to me, you can go in and change your clothes." ”

Pooh was taken by Imogen to a corner to sit down, where a small, semi-enclosed table was formed by broad foliage plants, and a coffee-colored dessert was placed in front of her.

The number of customers slowly began to increase, and Imogen gave her a flying kiss and began to get busy in the store.

Pooh sat back in his chair, his eyes drifting to the dessert in front of him from time to time.

Later, after discovering that it was really hidden, she tried to dip a fork in the cream on the outside of tiramisu.

Tiramisu is fragrant, smooth, sweet, greasy, and soft with a change in texture, just like a grand dance party with the tip of the tongue.

"Oh, I'm really unlucky today, there's already a beautiful girl sitting here."

Pooh looked up and saw a brown-haired man with a playful face.

ps: I hope you can give Song Song any suggestions, because this time the world is slowly opening up, so it may seem a little slow in terms of rhythm. Song Song also doesn't like the stories he likes, because there are not many people he likes, and he ends in a hurry if he doesn't get good grades. I hope to be able to write that slow, beautiful, and youthful story without regrets.