Woman In Irish Linen Shirt - Chapter 141

I waved my hand and drove away the starling who was asking for life, and said, “I don’t know you are still afraid of birds.”

“I’m not afraid of birds.” Miss Pan De said.

Although the bird was far away from us, she refused to sit down, and put her hands down stiffly, barely touching her sides. I didn’t dismantle her platform, finished the chicken rice in a few bites, and stood up while wiping my mouth: “Let’s go.”

She still doesn’t move.

I raised my eyebrows slightly.

“Don’t you want to buy a copy and take it away?” She looked at me, pretending to be indifferent.

I couldn’t help laughing, and nodded: “You are right.”

The bird episode didn’t bother her for too long. After putting on the makeup, Miss Pande suggested that we take a walk along Nicoll Avenue. The scenery on this road is not bad, and the closer you are to the Marina Bridge, the better the scenery is-the Merlion Park is across the bridge, most of the landmarks of Singapore, you can have a panoramic view there.

I kind of want to hold her hand. Does she occasionally want to hold hands with me and hang out aimlessly? I want to stroll along familiar or unfamiliar streets. How much can be considered as an interest of Miss Pan De, but which one does she prefer, with her fingers intertwined or shoulder to shoulder? Of course, I can’t ask, “I want to hold hands”. It’s not so much a questioning, it’s not just acting like a baby.

If you wait until the end of the project…

But I am too familiar with myself.

Is it just that the legal worries have been removed, so I can squeeze hands with her in a place like Singapore?

That’s not me.

Some people can do it, and some people, regardless of whether they are men or women, or in any industry, have the courage to treat others as clay figures and fearlessly. Some **** men were taken from the bar to the police station. The first reaction was to send a message to a friend that they had just taken a police car, and the policeman who drove was very handsome. It was his dish—of course it was a kind of food. For the entertainment of the social “correction” system, even if I spend the rest of my life, I may not be able to achieve this level.

I am not such a blatant person.

“There are so many animals here. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine that I’m actually in the center of a metropolis.” I gestured about a meter long, “I’ve seen such a big lizard at least two or three times. On the side of the bus stop.”

She nodded: “There are very few animals near my house. The cats on the streets of Singapore are very cute, with round heads.”

“It looks different from other places.” I said, “By the way, can you tell the gender of a cat just by its appearance?”

She denied it, and looked at me suspiciously: “Can you?”

I smiled and said, “I can. The male cat’s face is usually closer to a triangle, thin, like an enlarged mouse; the female cat always has beautiful eyes. But this is more for native cats. , The appearance of cats of a certain pedigree will change a lot.”

“Do you like animals?” Miss Pande tilted her head. “I first heard that cats have different eyes.”

“I’ve always wanted to raise one.” I glanced at her quietly, “If I have a stable partner. I’m always on business trips, and cats care about their field. I don’t want him or her to stop from time to time. You have to live in a pet hotel.”

“Sounds great. What kind of cat do you like? Maine or exotic shorthair?” She laughed, but didn’t react further.

I shook my head: “I don’t care about pedigree or appearance. Maybe a healthy young local cat? It depends on which cats are waiting for me in the shelter at the time of adoption.”

“A certain breed of cat will have a relatively stable personality. I was thinking that breed cats can still be included in the list. Considering that we are all busy,” she drew circles in the air with her hands, “you know, cats with more independent personality. , Or something like that-even if you leave for a month, you don’t miss you at all.”

I just feel that my heart is beating, and I nodded stiffly, and said, “You are very considerate. But I think there is no such kind of cat. Whether a cat wants you depends on how you understand the cat. But if he or she really has that kind of emotion If it does, it may just be the difference between showing obvious and not showing.”

Will she keep a cat with me?

Miss Pande thought about it for a while, and agreed with me: “In that case, I prefer shorthair cats.”

“I wrote it down.” I said.

She glanced at me, shook her head, just laughed.

I asked again: “Then you and your family had a hard time going camping? Considering that you are afraid of bugs, but also afraid-and alienating birds.”

“Okay.” She sighed, looked at me, and said, “Generally speaking, the closer an animal is to a mammal, the more I like it; vice versa. So I’m not really afraid of birds. I’m just related to them. not good.”

I am noncommittal: “In what areas does this bad relationship manifest itself?”

Miss Pande was silent for a few seconds and said: “When I was in the eleventh grade, on the way to the show, a bird pulled a poo on my hair.”

I took a breath.

“There is another bird — it should be in my senior year. One day I drank some alcohol — it tried to take away my hair.” Miss Pande spread her hands. “Basically, I think they are good His hair has a very hostile attitude.”

I hesitated for a while: “You know, just like civil airliners always work **** weight, in fact, in order to reduce weight, birds have evolved to constantly excrete when flying—”

She put one hand on my mask: “Don’t comfort me.”

“Okay.” I obediently shut up.

“Don’t look at my hair!” Miss Pan De said.

“Okay.” I said. I didn’t complain again, why not allow me to look at her hair-I did focus on the hair because of the reason she guessed.

I like her hair. Whether it’s the effect of a movie star who is usually taken care of, or it looks a little messy after taking a shower, because it’s her, those hairs seem to suddenly become beautiful, so I don’t have any reason to feel that they are right. Favorite. The black hair with slightly curly hair seems to be inferior to the straight hair from an oriental aesthetic point of view, but the basis of everything is human in the end—

May I ask who would not like her?

“What do you think of today’s lunch?” I glanced at her, hoping that she would not think I was still looking at her hair, “I know you might have some imagination for this date I asked for earlier, but I brought you to a place like this, uh, would it make you feel uncomfortable? For example, the environment may be a little worse, and there are birds waiting to eat nearby.”

She looked at me and smiled. She didn’t answer for a while, and then she spoke slowly again, her eyes crooked: “Did you want to bring me here for dinner early on?”

“I want to share all the good things I know with you.” I looked at her and looked forward. “You may find it unbelievable to speak of it, but for quite a long time, I can’t talk about Singapore. I like it. A good working environment may be considered a great advantage. You know, if I return to my hometown, being a woman will restrict me a little in the workplace. Of course, I am not saying that the inconvenience of being a Chinese woman does not exist here. However, in a society where everything is standardized, people are always able to rely on and feel safe—it’s like there is an iron rule that everyone must follow.”

She listened carefully to what I was saying and tilted her head to the right. There is a memorial park, and the white columns are very conspicuous. We slowly walked towards the towering spire-like monument. Miss Pande said as she walked: “The people here really depend on order and have a high degree of trust in the rules themselves. But… this may be a bit incorrect. , I think the locals are always not keen in some aspects, or it is more appropriate to be politically cold. I may be more inclined to describe it as a kind of’naive’, or from another perspective, or happiness It’s not as if all the troubles are left to the elites as a way to live their own lives.”

I moved my eyebrows: “Now I understand. You really look like a journalist.”

Miss Pan De shook her head and smiled: “If I had really chosen journalism and engaged in journalism, I might be much happier. But I might not be able to dance anymore. This is an annoying place.”

“Are you happy now?” I asked.

“The job is very challenging, and I am also good at this job.” She did not answer whether she was happy or not. “As for my personal life, I would say that I am more satisfied than satisfied.”

I laughed: “Really? I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“What’s written on this?” We have come under the pillar, and Miss Pan De points to the lettering on the right.

“Similar to the English meaning on the left.” I said. I didn’t read it to her.

“1942 to 1945…” Miss Pan De murmured twice as she stepped up the steps.

The interior of the monument is hollow and engraved with some Chinese historical materials that are close to the world. Miss Pan De turned around, looked up at the simple and powerful monument structure, and finally walked down. I didn’t go up, but waited for her on the stairs.

She approached me and didn’t go down, she didn’t know what she was laughing at, she looked a little sly.

I felt weird and asked her: “What makes you so happy?”

“You.” Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows, and her smile became more proud.

I laughed at her, even though I knew she was laughing at me.

At this time, Miss Pande stretched out a hand to compare between us: “I am taller than you.”

I froze for a moment, not wanting her to be laughing at this.

She pressed my shoulders with both hands again: “Don’t come up.”

I stopped: “Your heel is higher than mine, even if we stand on a level–“

“No.” The strength that Miss Pan De put on my shoulders fully demonstrated her reluctance.

My thumb and index finger squeezed out about an inch: “Seriously, I seem to be a little taller than you without my shoes.”

“You are not as tall as me.” Her tone was very determined, “You have more hair.”

I looked at her silently.

Under the white obelisk that was almost into the clouds, she looked so small and precious, as if she was a hurried encounter in the world, for a little indulgence, only the clouds of smoke were held. The sun pierced the clouds and mist with the help of the gust of wind, the dazzling light came through, and the monument was pulled out into a short, dim shadow. On the green ground, the grass is shining: Of course I know that the grass does not shine.

As she should know, I am indeed a little bit taller than her, I think it is at least 0.5 centimeters.

“I have been observing this for a long time. Although we wear shoes of the same size, your shoulders are often very tight…” Miss Pan De spoke very seriously about the evidence that she thought she was taller than me.

“Can you be my girlfriend?” I looked up to her.

She must be loved by the light.

Miss Pan De was taken aback for a moment, with a smile in her eyes fluctuating: “Your girlfriend is taller than you.”