"Elsa, I think you're still ...... young"

"Well, I'm still young, not old enough to get married, but I'm ready to fall in love." Elsa shrugged her shoulders disapprerovingly, folded her hands in front of her and let go, "Don't men like young women?" Don't you like young girls too? Let's do more together! ”

Mill didn't know how to answer, could it be that Professor Hall usually did something that even his daughter knew? That's too unsophisticated, isn't it?

"DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU, I ALSO SAW YOUR LUCY WITH A HANDSOME GUY TODAY, AND THEY ALSO KISSED, IF SHE COMES TO KISS YOU AGAIN NOW, WILL YOU FEEL DISGUSTING?" The little girl's voice was sharp and rapid, like a little devil eager to take revenge and make people suffer.

With that, she stared at Miel, turned and ran out, and there was a sound of footsteps going upstairs outside the door.

Mir sat in a wheelchair, not knowing how to react for a moment.

It wasn't until there was a loud door slamming upstairs that shook the entire building that Mir realized that she seemed to have messed up something, which made Elsa angry.

The creatures on Earth are really inexplicable. Inexplicably happy, inexplicably angry.

When Elsa first walked into the room, she seemed to want to show her kindness, but somehow she became aggressive and vicious.

He lifted his hand and touched his brow, and they seemed to frown together again.

He thought about it for a while and decided to give up, because although he was good at calculations, these things were more uncountable than interstellar matter.

At this moment, the computer on his desk rang softly, "Lucy. Hagrid asks for a call. ”

He returned to his desk and clicked on a shimmering green dot. A human computer can be operated in the air, but the distance must be within 30 centimeters, which can only be regarded as better than nothing.

Bright smiling faces with flowers appeared on the screen.

"It's good to know you've been discharged, how are you?" The sound is very crisp and nice.

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you. Mill replied.

She laughed, laughter with joy and something else, which stirred Mir's heart inexplicably. But her smile still didn't seem to be the same as that weekend's laugh.

"So does the last Thursday of every month still belong to us?" She asked.

"That's nature." Mil didn't understand it at all, but he still agreed, if it was the original agreement of Professor Hall, he seemed to have an obligation and responsibility to complete it?

"Okay, we'll see you at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Her rosy lips pursed slightly, and then opened them in an instant, leaving a bright smile for Mir, and then disappearing from the screen.

That's how Mir got a date.

The next day, when he woke up, he found the whole room quiet.

He saw a note left by Cheryl at the dinner table, telling him that she had sent her child to school, and then she was going to work at the company, and she would pick up the child from school in the afternoon so that he could rest at home.

The housekeeping assistant brought him breakfast, and he ate it casually. And then there is nothing to do. I had to go to the study and turn on the computer.

Luckily, Miyi sent him another message, and he finally found some comfort.

At the same time, you can tell yourself that you don't sit here for those fleeting pleasures of entertainment.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Mil arrived at Light Feather in a driverless car. In fact, he didn't know what light feather was, he said the name of the place when he got in the car, and the car brought him here.

It's a small bar. Lucy was waiting for him at the door.

She swayed like a butterfly, gave him a floral hug, and then naturally hung herself on his right arm, "Let's have a drink first, and then we'll talk about the compatibility of bell curves and low kurtosis distribution models." ”

"Okay." Mill thought, Earth humans are really studious. It's just that it would be nice to keep a distance when you meet and talk.

They walked into the light feather and sat down in a corner by the window. Although it was by the window, the thick curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit, although there were a lot of lights.

It's a place that doesn't break down day or night. Miel made a judgment.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon outside, bright and warm. And there are already a lot of people in it who are staggering, or pig-liver-colored, or giggling to themselves, or telling stories to themselves.

"What do you want to drink?" Lucy asked.

"Liquefied nitrogen." Mil blurted out.

Lucy laughed, "You're so cute. Whiskey with soda? ”

"Okay." Miel nodded, almost forgetting that liquefied nitrogen is a frozen liquid on Earth, mostly used for industrial purposes. Although in the Milli River restaurant it is the base liquid for the preparation of blasting water.

Soon someone brought the drink.

Miel and Lucy chatted like old friends over a drink.

Of course, it was mainly Lucy who was talking, and Mill listened.

Lucy is talkative and likes to laugh while talking.

For example, Miel asked her, what is the meaning of being alive as a human being?

"After we finish drinking, maybe we can go somewhere else and discuss this." She laughed as she twirled the rim of the glass with her fingers.

Another place? Miel was a little confused. Why go somewhere else to discuss it?

"Are we just here to study the low kurtosis?" She reached over a hand and placed it on the collar of Mir's sweater, "You're a one-armed hero today, so I'll study it." ”

Her fingers slowly moved down, from the neckline all the way down to the belt buckle, "Low kurtosis." Then ......"

Mil suddenly understood something, though he had never experienced it before. But when he was collecting information about the Earth, he had seen many similar images and could guess what was going to happen next.

He stood up a little flustered, accidentally knocking over the glass. "Today, no, I'm not ready."

Then he rushed out with a little panic and briskly, not daring to look back, not daring to respond to Lucy's call behind him.

It had been a long way before he slowed down.

It's dangerous! Tired!

He felt a little tired on his feet, and he didn't come out with a wheelchair today. So he decided to go to the bench on the side of the street and sit for a while and take a break.

It should be an elegant business district with theaters, hotels, cafes and a church not far away.

Behind the place where Mill sat was an inn with flower beds on all sides.

He heard someone talking in an upstairs room.

"Do you want to come again?" A man's voice.

"Of course, it's convenient for you someday." The woman's voice was very similar to Cheryl's voice when she was in a happy mood.

"I mean now." Male voices, followed by some other noises.

"Now, it's good to be young! I'm going to pick up the kids later. Uh-huh, that's going to have to ...... quickly," the woman's voice went from clear to muffled.

Mir could no longer sit still, he stood up and walked forward.

At this point, he kind of hated his own super good hearing.

No, in fact, what he hated was this body, and the identity that this body represented.

He's going to change his coat!