The sky was fiery red, and the drunken sunset was softly watching the creatures on the earth.

Don Quixote was laboriously moving the flowers that were on display outside slowly back to the flower shop, but fortunately the sales were good today, otherwise he would have had another headache.

Truth be told, Don Quixote didn't like work.

Otherwise, he could have done some more well-paid work, instead of dealing with a bunch of flowers all day long, and even barely starved to death.

Who made him like comfort, this is the life he dreamed of, although he was poor, but also extremely satisfied.

Before he knew it, Don Quixote's work was almost done, and he turned his head to see only a lone pot of flowers on the ground.

The indescribable loneliness is a bit like the former self.

But not anymore.

Don Quixote walked over slowly, leaned down, and held the pot in both hands, ready to pick it up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a Miaoman's figure walking towards him happily in the sunset.

The dim sunlight made it impossible for him to see the man's expression, but he could clearly feel the long hair fluttering in the wind.

This made the corners of Don Quixote's mouth raise slightly: "It looks like you're in a good mood today." ”

"Is it easy to see?" muttered to herself in confusion, and Keisha unceremoniously sat down on a stool not far away: "Tell you, today's rare military salary has been paid, and my sister can be merciful and invite you to have a meal." ”

"If you don't put all the emotions on your face, I don't think it's so easy for me to see. With that, Don Quixote gently placed the last pot of flowers in the corner of the florist, then grabbed the hem of his apron and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The casual joke seemed to arouse Keisha's interest: "Hey, then tell me what is written on my sister's face?"

After speaking, she turned to look at the tall back beside her.

For some reason, Keisha's reaction intrigued Don Quixote.

In his spare time, he pinched his chin and slowly thought about Keisha's delicate face, and said thoughtfully: "Well, let me see." ”

The subtle distance made Keisha's face flush, and her long blond hair was gently blown by the wind that blew from nowhere.

This scene made Don Quixote a little stunned.

However, he quickly relented, then quickly got up and took two steps back.

But the atmosphere became awkward and ambiguous.

Realizing this, he could only open his mouth a little awkwardly: "I have been to the flower shop for a year in a row but have never bought a single flower, what do you think?" ”

But all that responded was Keisha's scarred fist.

"I should wonder if you're violent. Don Quixote complained while rubbing his head helplessly.

Keisha glared at him dissatisfied, and replied unceremoniously, "Who do you think is to blame?" ”

That sounds like a bit of a strong argument. Don Quixote whispered, then shrugged helplessly.

However, Keisha, who was fiddling with the flowers on the side, seemed to have a sense, and she slowly turned her head: "Do you want to come again?" ”

This made Don Quixote subconsciously retreat to the door: "If you want to kill me, just say it, don't beat around the bush." ”

But Keisha burst out laughing, and then went out of control.

Don Quixote didn't even understand what was so funny.

Of course, Keisha didn't explain, but picked up Don Quixote and walked out.

Of course he knew what Keisha was going to do with him, and there was no other way than to drink.

It was unexpected, but this guy was an alcoholic.

Looking back, the intersection of the fates of the two is also because of this.

Don Quixote still vividly remembers that when she met this guy for the second time at the restaurant, she was so drunk that she was full of nonsense, and even vomited on him.

The next day, she slept until noon and was well criticized.

Thinking about it, Don Quixote couldn't help but look up at Keisha walking in front of him.

Since then, Keisha has been visiting his flower shop every day, occasionally helping out.

Later, he understood why.

Because soon, Keisha became famous among the Knights.

There will be some injuries every day, and it's no wonder if you're not famous.

It's easy to guess why, the lack of women in the Order.

In addition, these knights are all young people with strong blood, so it is natural to see women who can't help it, and Keisha is really beautiful.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that such a beautiful woman would be a violent maniac, but only those who know her know that this is really commonsense.

But now this kind of thing is becoming less and less, and Keisha has become more and more prestigious among the Knights.

I don't know if most of the knights have been repaired by her.

I have to admit that life is always wonderful.

Just like his family has been in the army for generations, almost every one of them is a kingdom general, but he chose to be a gardener.

Whether it was his father, his grandfather, or even everyone in the family, they thought and longed for him to join the army, but he still escaped.

He hated war, he hated scarlet blood, and the horrible death, and the unwarranted separation.

He just wants to live comfortably, what's wrong with that?

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up, otherwise my sister won't wait for you. With that, Keisha turned back again, and she took Don Quixote's hand and ran briskly.

Don Quixote could only smile helplessly, and the distant sunset gradually came to an end, and darkness followed.

But in fact, he was a little too optimistic.

At least when he looked at Keisha, who was already drunk on his shoulder and still shouting for another drink.

Every time, he wondered if he should accompany this guy.

But admit his kindness, at least he didn't implement the idea of throwing her on the street every time.

In the end, Don Quixote struggled to carry her back.

After opening the door of the flower shop, Don Quixote was relieved to throw her on the bed with a little dissatisfaction.

He's used to it, almost every night.

If this guy hadn't been drunk that time, Don Quixote might have been a little surprised.

Glancing down at Keisha who was sleeping on the bed, Don Quixote shook his head and walked forward slowly.

He carefully removed the heavy armor from her body, then gently covered her with the quilt, and then turned and walked out.

Don Quixote, who had already planned to go straight to sleep, inadvertently glanced at the cabinet standing quietly.

After a moment's thought, he walked to the cabinet and took out the letter that he had thrown in casually during the day again.

Then he sat down in the chair behind him, then raised his hand to open the letter and read it.

Not surprisingly, his father still persuaded him to go back with righteous words.

In the darkness, Don Quixote let out a wry smile, threw the letter aside, and turned to sleep.

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