CHAPTER XXXI
Pooh didn't know where Song Yinan's destination was, and she didn't care where the destination was, it didn't matter to her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Importantly, she escaped from Miss Linda's compiled words, and she didn't want to be a pitiful worm in Linda's implicit sarcastic tone.
She followed behind Song Yinan step by step, looking around cautiously and curiously through her sunglasses.
"Song Yinan, where is this?"
Song Yinan paused slightly, tugged at her palm and asked her to follow.
He lowered his head to look at Pooh, who was standing beside him, and said lightly, "Melki District." ā
She lived in the wealthy district of Profinn, where Artirens was dominated by luxury and pleasure, and she had the impression that Artirance was a gathering of well-dressed nobles, who would gather in a garden with elegant music playing for nothing, with a decent smile on their faces, and boys inviting girls to dance.
But there are low, old metal buildings, plainly dressed people laughing and laughing, shoulder-to-shoulder, depressed street markets filled with signs with white letters on a red background, and the cleaning robot is the CL3 type, which was officially phased out by Artirance ten years ago.
All of them hit Pooh. Chesterton's sensuality for Artirans.
It doesn't seem to be Artirance here.
No, it should be said that this is Artirans, but not the Artirans she remembers.
In her senses, Artirance was the equivalent of Profinland.
"Song Yinan, why are we here?"
"Play."
Winnie paused, using the weight of his body to stop his way.
Song Yinan didn't force himself forward, but retreated to her side, "What's wrong?" ā
Song Yinan and Pooh. Chesterton is a slave and master who has established a kinship/close relationship, so she can express her displeasure in front of him.
Pooh thought about this, her silver eyes shining as she looked up at him, "I don't want to go in." ā
"Why?"
Pooh didn't speak.
Song Yinan didn't urge her, and looked at her quietly with black eyes shining like obsidian.
She looked at him with her head up, her eyes falling on his angular face, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Father said that I can't leave Profinland at will."
Before Pooh could finish speaking, Song Yinan interrupted her, "Pooh." Chesterton, say yes listen to me today. ā
Pooh still had some scruples, and his pink lips were tightly pursed on his palm-sized little face blocked by sunglasses.
Silence spread between the two of them, and the creaking sound of the metal parts of the old cleaning robot rubbing against each other was even more audible in the atmosphere.
"Pooh. Chesterton, what you say today is good to listen to me, and you shouldn't listen to Mr. Midlle in your head. ā
"If you don't say it, if I don't say it, he won't know, huh?"
"Melki is an amazing place, at least that's how I think so."
Miss Linda's purple eyes were still in front of her, and her words could be easily repeated by Winnie.
Data statistics, character analysis, Miss Linda interpreted her fifteen years with a cold and emotionless instrument, and this kind of cognition made her extremely uncomfortable.
She's Pooh. Chesterton, but definitely not the pride of the boring Artirance that Miss Linda has.
She was aggrieved, and she wanted to prove that Miss Linda was wrong.
There is no data that can fully analyze her.
She held Song Yinan's hand back, her soft fingers ran into his fingers, holding him firmly, she raised her eyes, and her silver eyes shone behind her sunglasses, "Okay, let's go." ā
Song Yinan easily wrapped Pooh's hand completely, and he palmed, "You don't ask where to go?" ā
Pooh glanced up at Song Yinan, thought carefully and returned: "I don't care too much." ā
Song Yinan chuckled, his expression was a little inexplicable, he glanced at her sideways, and said, "Let's go." ā
Walking through the low-rise buildings, Song Yinan took her to the center of the street, where the square paved with various metal panels is surrounded by a forest of old signs, and the perfunctory decoration of the shops has cast a layer of dilapidated and low/vulgar colors.
Song Yinan walked forward, looking very purposeful, Pooh's irrepressible curiosity jumped out, and her voice was low with a girl's unique softness, "Song Yinan, have you been here?" ā
Hearing Pooh's voice, he unconsciously squeezed his hand, then let go as if unintentionally, and replied, "No." ā
"But you're familiar with it."
Song Yinan paused, Pooh bumped into him, and then was bounced a few steps behind him.
Song Yinan's body muscles were tight, and Pooh took a step back and touched his forehead naturally.
"How?"
Pooh let go of his hand, and the pink color of his forehead was noticeable.
Song Yinan subconsciously rubbed her forehead with her fingertips, and the fingertips were slightly calloused, bringing a strange trembling tingling feeling.
"Does it still hurt?"
Pooh could feel the lines of Song Yinan's fingertips, and the dry palm lines clearly appeared in her mind, and the pair of bony hands suddenly jumped into her mind, and she immediately panicked.
She took a step back and covered her forehead, and her sunglasses fell to the ground in a panic, revealing her watery silver eyes with confusion, shame/annoyance. "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Song Yinan's dark eyes glanced at her and landed on her tender white fingers, "Then let's go." ā
Pooh silently refused Song Yinan to lead her again, Song Yinan didn't mind, walked in front with his hands in his pockets, Pooh covered his forehead with one hand, and followed him with a steady pace of sunglasses with the other.
She had forgotten the question she had just asked Song Yinan, and there was a question in her mind, Song Yinan's eyes were so good-looking, how could her hands be so good-looking.
It seemed that there was still some distance from the destination, Song Yinan took the initiative to talk to her unexpectedly, Pooh tried his best to suppress the strange mood just now, accurately caught Song Yinan's question, and naturally returned: "Of course I will use the star brain." ā
Her tone rose slightly, and Song Yinan's gaze fell on her eyes, "I mean the virtual star network." ā
Pooh's eyelashes trembled, his gaze moved down, and he landed on the ground of the square in the distance, which was refracted by the sunlight in gold and copper, and the mood of disobedience just now slowly regained his calm. "No, because the previous star brain can't be anonymous."
Song Yinan's dark eyes paused, moved away, and stopped talking.
The golden sunlight fell on her eyelashes, leaking a soft color, and the color had a cold taste.
"Now you can."
Winnie was slightly stunned, and reacted to what Song Yinan said.
She thought of something happy, raised her wrist and shook it, her slender white wrist played a gentle color in the sun, she raised her smile, and the arc was casual, "Yes, you can be anonymous now, I'll try it when I go back." ā
Song Yinan's dark eyes reflected her wrist exposed because of her wide sportswear, and nodded, "Add me as a friend." ā
Pooh's smile is more obvious, which is the best interpretation of a person's affectionate life in a world of thin feelings.