The sonnet has always felt that Yu Lianhao saw the extent to which he could eat.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, with a looming collarbone under the neckline, and a straight and exquisite nose bridge.

His eyes are always so deep and charming, like the spring water of the Seine River gently wrinkled by the spring breeze, which can directly flow into her heart.

Because of the little resentment that he had caused without saying goodbye, suddenly he didn't know where it was blown away.

The two men looked at each other quietly, as if they were waiting for the other to speak.

After a while, Yu Lian scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "Why don't you play a little temper?" ”

"Mr. Yu Lian, I don't dare to lose my temper in front of you." The sonnet said angrily, and immediately looked away.

"I'm already taking a deep look at myself." Yu Lian bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I will never say goodbye next time!" ”

"I won't believe you anymore......" The sonnet pursed her lips dissatisfied, paused, and then blushed slightly and said, "Unless you read that sonnet to me again......"

"Okay."

Yu Lian had a happy smile on his face.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”

(Can I compare you to a summer day?) ）

The sonnet's crystal clear pale green eyes reveal a gaze that is gentle enough to melt ice and snow.

“Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

(But you're lovelier than summer.) ）

Julien recited Shakespeare's poems, his eyes falling on the girl.

Seventeen-year-old sonnets, slim and slender.

The appearance is delicate, upright and elegant, and the long orange hair with the green eyes looks particularly emotional.

and the soft and round shoulders and small breasts, so that she has not lost the innocence that only a girl has.

Listening to the sonnets, the clear eyes full of youthful breath turned back.

The two looked at each other.

The girl's face suddenly turned red.

She hung her head, her hair falling softly to her chest, her thin eyelashes fluttering with her gaze.

A quiet and beautiful girl can conjure up many beautiful things, such as sweet milk after boiling, like the breeze sweeping the wheat in the field in the evening, like a scarecrow bathed in the sunset...... Like the summer when the two first met.

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Six-year-old sonnets are on a tour of the Normandy countryside when they meet a boy who climbs a tree to pick wild fruits.

"What are you picking those fruits for?" The little girl asked.

"Eat, of course."

"These wild fruits are very astringent, not delicious and not full. It's better to eat Brio. ”

The little boy who was in the tree at the time, without looking down, said: "I am reminded of the salvation that a queen said: when she learned that the peasants of France had no bread, she said that it would be better for them to eat Briot (a French dessert)." ）”

The "she" in this sentence is the Queen Mary who guillotined with Louis XVI.

The sonnet who heard this did not get angry, but took the dessert in his little hands, and with the friendly smile of "I want to be friends with you" at the corner of his mouth, and said to the boy in the tree with his eyes as bright as jewels:

"I'm not Queen Mary, and I can't get all the peasants of France to eat Brio, but I can give it to you first, do you think that's good?"

Well?

Woman, you're so funny!

The boy in the tree is naturally Yu Lian.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl under the tree.

The afternoon sun falls through the leaves and illuminates the dancing dust.

Her eyes are as beautiful as emeralds.

"Do you want to eat?" The sonnet held Brio and asked again.

In the sunlight, her orange hair seemed to glow with a little bit of light.

Julien came down from the tree and asked her, "Why do you want me to eat this?" ”

"Of course, it's because eating together is more delicious, more interesting, and not boring." The girl said with a smile.

Yu Lian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

He didn't refuse, he just took a piece of dessert and put it in his mouth.

Sweet cream, baked fluffy cakes, and a fresh strawberry flavor in the mouth.

"Isn't it delicious?" The girl's face was full of anticipation.

"It's so sweet." Yu Lian gently licked the cream off his lips.

"Next time I'll ask the chef to put less sugar. By the way, what's your name? ”

"Yu Lian. What about you? ”

"Sonnets."

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”

The plane trees swayed in the breeze, and the shredds of sunlight shone down from the shade and fell on the shoulders of the two of them.

When Yu Lian recites the sonnet, time is quiet like bubbles that will drift away with the wind.

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“So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”

(This poem will be immortal, forever keep your face)

The timbre, texture, and mood all seem to have returned to the day we met

Yu Lian finished reciting, and looked at the girl with a kind of "can you let me go" gaze.

The sonnet's eyes flickered, his expression changed a few times, and finally he pursed his lips and said, "Tell me where you are." ”

"London." Yu Lian replied, and then used simple language to tell the life experience of the past six months. Listening to the sonnets he spoke, his green pupils were clear and smiling, and he looked delicate and elegant.

She is an authentic Miss Paris.

The strong French romance and poetry flowing in her blood make her easy to empathize, and there is no aristocratic hypocrisy in dealing with people, but a particularly sincere force.

The tip of her delicate little nose is as moist as a puppy, and she often covers her face shyly because of shame.

She can pretend to be a good girl in front of outsiders, but she has a lively and active side in private, and she especially likes to stick to Yu Lian to play in the wild.

When she was tired of playing, she asked Yu Lian to tell her a story and coaxed her to take a nap in the shade of a tree.

Before she was fifteen years old, Yu Lian could pick her up with a slight force, and she was clearly a beautiful girl in the Lori system.

Now she's seventeen.

Although he has grown a lot taller, his two white arms are still very slender and tender.

The small breasts seem to have been missed by time.

But it doesn't matter, the little one is also cute, anyway, she is in the prime of life, and she can grow longer.

Listening to Julien talk about life in London, the sonnet was very worried.

In the eyes of the French, London is a sin capital with high air pollution and smog all year round.

The British are cunning philistine villains!

And what's even harder: Britain is a food desert.

The Germanic barbarians didn't even cook a meal, they only roasted half-cooked meat, and the French used the word "Rosbif" to mock the British.

The sonnet worries that Julien will not eat well in London, and that he will be bullied by the British.

But she knew that she couldn't persuade Yu Lian to come back.

You, in this life, have been harmed by a sonnet, and you can no longer look at Yu Lian with a rational eye.

When you walk with him in the rain with an umbrella, when he tells you stories and jokes, when he sends you back to the door, your heart is pounding, and you are always thinking, what if he leans over and hugs you and calls you "Xiao Shanglai"?

Now you don't have to worry about it anymore.

Because he has gone to the other side of the sea.

And you can't do anything, just be silent for a long time before you say to him in your heart: don't forget me

You see.

You're so sad that you speak English.