Let's let Flion and Mila talk about their feelings.

See who wins in the end.

Frieon sat down next to Mira, who moved away and sat down a little farther away.

Flion sighed, and he lowered his cigarette stick to relax and lean back.

Frieon has solved many similar problems, and don't forget how this marriage came about, of course, it was Frieon's wrist.

Practical ability alone cannot bring the family to glory, and if you have to do both, the Limandopenian family suffers this loss, they don't like to be opportunistic.

The Buda family didn't like it either, but they needed a chance.

Frio was a human spirit, and although he had always been taught to speak sensible words and do rational things, he was ......

What if Frieon wasn't a 100% honest man?

He makes a bad move, he plays a bad game, and he doesn't play cards according to reason, these are also known only to him.

An upright person is upright as long as he is 99% upright.

The Zelli family didn't like him at first, but that doesn't mean anything, the brain is a good thing if you are willing to use it.

Under his mother's gaze, Flione quietly looked back at his mother.

He tried to adapt to the cost of the family's expansive development, even if at times he developed a sense of mental emaciation that did not correspond to his age.

He didn't even dare to get sick, because he didn't know what would happen to him while he was in bed.

Sometimes he couldn't wake up when he wanted to, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night.

It wasn't what he said that made a man gentle, it was that he went to save a cat.

Frione didn't intend to compare his eloquence with Mira's lover, because today's words were already his biggest bottom line, and he couldn't spit out any more brilliant summer flowers.

Therefore, he will use the method he does best to get Mira and him "back together".

Heaven testifies that he just doesn't want to have frequent accidents in the future.

In the room, the pendulum of the clock oscillates, and the huge structure of this clock is exquisite, with the prime mover, the drive train, the escapement, the hand system and the upper dial hand running simultaneously.

Mira and her husband sat quietly, neither of them saying anything, sitting quietly and peacefully on this bench, they rarely had such a harmonious scene.

Mira listened to the sound of the clock striking the time, the puppet disc inside the clock spun out to make a cheerful hourly sound, and Mila watched as the puppets struck the bell on the hour with their mining chisels.

Invisible time flows between them.

She wondered what Flion was thinking, when they were at odds with each other, and they were sympathetic to each other.

Mira looked at the empty room, which was still deserted and unpopular after a few years, and it should be said that Frio didn't want to bother with it at all.

There were so many things that required him to bother with it, and the furnishings of this room were the only things he had to sit back and enjoy.

She also delusionally thought that the child's life would make this deserted place come alive, but she was too worried, and the corners of Mira's mouth hooked, laughing at herself.

She had always felt that beige brown veined curtains would soften the light in the room.

Some soft tablecloths on the table, some chair cushions, and fluffy cushions that won't be too cold in winter and can be removed in summer, which will make the place not like a prison.

Now the room was so cold that it felt like it was being tortured.

Mila will always have a warm stove in the winter.

A bouquet of seasonal flowers is placed on the windowsill, and dried flowers are often placed on the dining table to make people more appetizing...... If there are no suitable flowers in winter, dried flowers with beautiful colors or even cotton bunches will do.

The house was cleaned, but Mira never saw the Buda family's servants taking care of the housework, and I heard that when the master slept, the servants would clean the house.

As for why this was done, Frieon said that the two sides would not interfere with each other.

Servants like to be lazy, so they can sleep freely during the day.

The Buda family's daytime business was not disturbed by the servants who were broken-mouthed, and they could avoid all the servants.

At first, Mira was very angry at the neglect of the Buda family, and she was surrounded by maids, cooks, and butlers, but when she arrived, she was accompanied only by deserted tables and chairs.

These things have tormented her for so many years, and now they are still the same, but she has aged a lot.

Mira recognized the table, looking at its neatly cut edges and corners, the years had not diminished, and the table looked like its owner.

Sharp.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mira's mocking mouth twitched, she always thought about it unconsciously like this.

Just as Mira calmly planned to continue immersed herself in the quiet, Frieon suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's been a long time since I've had it this easy."

The original meaning of this sentence was that he couldn't rest for a long time because of one thing.

"I'd rather the time flow was a little slower."

Flione followed Roman's old example, lying backwards, facing the ceiling, reminding.

It was amazingly comfortable, especially when the blood flowed back into his brain, and he felt like he was refreshed all of a sudden.

It turns out that Roman often does this for a reason, and Frione didn't have any idea when he said this.

Never trust what a man says, just see what they do.

Mira cocked her legs and didn't answer.

……

When Roman opened his book, he saw a happy scene of writing.

Teresa heard Roman tearing the pages, she was silent, she guessed.

Tya Lulu finds out that she has been tricked by Roman, she has nothing in her book, and of course no notes, but luckily she doesn't help Roman write anything.

Hearing the sound of Roman tearing the pages of the book, Tya Lulu pricked up her ears, and although the painting was painted by Teresa, she was still weak-hearted.

"Theresa."

Roman didn't throw the paper away, he sandwiched the paper in the book, maybe he was still thinking about the contents of the book behind the happy painting?

"Huh?"

Teresa's expression, like a person with nothing to do, was frank and generous.

"Give me your book."

Roman held out his hand and motioned for her to take the book.

"Why?"

Theresa hesitated, she suddenly couldn't tell what Roman was trying to do, he wouldn't want to take revenge on her book, right?

It's too small-bellied.

She's just ......

I just drew a lot of small animals to do Lulu a favor......

That's all.

"Bring it."

Roman's hand was spread under her nose, and Theresa swallowed in her heart.

"Don't you think they're taking up the drawer?"

Roman raised an eyebrow at her, and Theresa always felt that Roman was holding a grudge against her.

She had a little bit of regret, just a little bit.

"Tya Lulu didn't help me take notes, she wanted me dead."

Roman said word by word, she, wanted, he, died.

"I'm going to make up my notes before the next class starts, and remember what you draw."

When Teresa heard this, she put the book in Roman's hand and begged Roman to be kind to her book.

Roman turned, and Theresa quietly turned around and made a feint of beheading at Tya Lulu.

Roman, he's dead.

Lulu nodded slightly.

"Hey."

Who's feeding, who's calling feeding?

Hearing Roman's voice, Theresa rolled her eyes behind her back, unable to stand it.

"Has anything happened in the tavern lately?"

Theresa's notes, like her person, are random.

It can be seen that the originally clean page is suddenly densely packed with notes, and Roman looks carefully for a long time, only to realize that Teresa has a set of logic compared to the framework of the book.

She seems to memorize logically, and although this method seems rough, it is enough to remember it, no matter what the method is.

She has her own ideas.

"Did we feed this person in our class?"

Teresa asked, clasping her hands in her ear.

"Hey, Teresa, what's going on in the tavern."

If it weren't for the spontaneous search for the missing things, Roman wouldn't have rushed over to inquire with Teresa today.

"I'm just a temporary substitute, and I don't know the specifics."

With her back to Roman Theresa, she made a helpless spread, looking innocent.

"Maybe the bartenders can help you."

Roman flipped the page, and Teresa turned.

"Hey, why don't you go and inquire in person, the more times you relay, the more information will be lost."

Theresa is really a second-rate person, and it's clear that she doesn't want to.

"I think, but it's clear you're a better fit than I am."

Roman took out the paper tucked in the book and raised it, and Theresa scolded the slut in her heart.

"I never go out at night."

In fact, Teresa occasionally goes out for a walk, she likes to hang out, and she can't help but be curious.

"Me too."

How could Roman be so shameless, didn't he rush into the tavern with Honansdine?

Just when Teresa cheekily said that she never went out at night, she seemed to say it in a bad conscience.

Who was the bartender on duty that day?

Teresa muttered in her heart, shameless people are more shameless than shameless, she actually lost.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

She surrendered.

Ever since Teresa met Roman, Roman said that his feet were sick, so he kicked her chair, his mouth was the most poisonous, and the words that came out were fierce and poisonous, and finally his face was thick and thick.

Roman hooked his hand and motioned for Italexa to come closer.

"Why is it so mysterious, I don't like secrets."

After Teresa glanced at Roman to make sure she was innocent, she leaned her ear to the letter.

She likes secrets, but she doesn't like the secrets that people tell her, she likes to find secrets herself.

Teresa pouted and reluctantly leaned her ear over.

"Pickpockets."

Roman whispered a word in her ear, and when he looked up, he saw Honanstine's sneaky appearance.

Probe, Roman stared at Honansteen, Honansteen pretended to be in a daze and looked to the side, as if nothing had happened.

Roman looked at him and snorted coldly, he was used to the gaze of outsiders, and he now found that he was not as allergic as before.

"Why do you suddenly want to know this?"

Theresa was stunned for a moment when she heard the word "pickpocket", she remembered the man she and Lulu had gone back to the dormitory early that day, and bumped into the man on the way.

It's been a long time, and she's almost out of memory when Roman suddenly mentions it and brings back memories for her.

Seeing Teresa suddenly stare at him very seriously, Roman felt that Theresa's reaction was a little strange.

"What do you know?"

He asked her rhetorically.

"You know what, it's hard to inquire about this."

Theresa thought for a moment to erase the desire to speak, it didn't seem like a simple thing, she still waited and watched it get better.

Roman saw the blinking thoughts in Teresa's eyes and felt that something was wrong.