Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

After the meal, we were drinking tea, Miss Pande sat with me on one side and Rajiv on the other side, fulfilling the "question and answer" agreement we had agreed during the quarantine period.

To be honest, I can feel his care for me. It can be seen during the previous meal, Rajiv specifically asked about my eating habits and confirmed that the dishes on the table can be taken by me. This is different from the superficial "entertainment" of foreigners in the general sense. Rajiv gave me a feeling that he was really thinking about me.

On the other hand, I also noticed that his attitude towards me was to treat guests: even though we were at Miss Pende’s home and eating meals prepared by Miss Pende, he still had a self-evident protagonist position.

We pay attention to the eldest brother as a father, and we don't know whether this principle is also applicable to her family.

The conversation lasted for about an hour, and it was a bit like an interview, but I tried to ignore this feeling. Rajiv's attitude is very sincere, but compared to Miss Pande's peers, I feel that I am accepting an elder's inquiry.

When I mentioned that I had completed my self-identification and coming out of my immediate family during adolescence, he was surprised and immediately praised my courage. I hesitated and didn't ask him if I misunderstood the civilization I came from.

Moreover, it is difficult to say who is causing the misunderstanding: India is not the only country with a vast territory.

It wasn't until Rajiv got up to answer the phone that I realized that my shoulders and neck had become stiff, and I couldn't move for a long time.

Miss Pan De hugged my shoulders: "Thank you for talking to him so much. I know some questions are offensive, but you still answered them directly."

I shook my head: "Your brother showed respect to me. I didn't feel uncomfortable. I just subconsciously felt nervous...I don't know why."

"Sometimes I am a little afraid of him." Miss Pande laughed. "My two nieces also said that Rajiv often looks serious, so he is probably that kind of person. If you feel bad, please tell me. Okay? I'll talk to him."

I looked at her, did not deny it casually, nodded seriously, and said, "I know. Thank you."

She pursed her mouth: "You like to thank you today."

"I want to thank you every day." I said, "I am always happy as if I was dreaming."

"Go back to reality and you will find," the curvature of her eyebrows looked proud, "in fact, the real world is also very good."

Before I approached her, I found Rajiv who had returned, lowered my head, and coughed quietly. Miss Pan De immediately sat upright and calmly, she was much better at underground work than I was.

In the evening, I stayed overnight at Miss Pande's house. She is definitely going to save all her private time as family time. I can't bear to be a saboteur. Tonight is the last time we have been together alone recently.

Lying on the bed, I have mixed feelings.

She held hands with me quietly and did not speak. We shared the same piece of air in the silence, and fell to the bed with stability and gentleness.

"What are you thinking about?" Miss Pan De asked.

"Many things." I said. I put one arm behind my head, "Our relationship, college time, my family...really a lot."

She turned around, propped her head, looked at me sideways, with a gentle smile: "Woman in thought."

"Why do you always remember me?" I asked her, "Is it just because of an accost many years ago? I think there must have been so many attractive people in your life for so long, so why do you remember me? ?"

Miss Pan De's eyes moved slightly, she stretched out her hand to touch my eyebrows, stroked my face, and moved my off-track hair ribbon to the correct position.

She slowly said: "You are a dream of mine."

I was stunned. It is clearly such a romantic sentence, but I think the words carry an extremely heavy weight.

"Do you remember that on the first date, I emphasized that I had to pick you up, choose a restaurant, and pay for dinner?" Her long eyelashes hung down. "That was what I thought about in the fall of 2009 Thing. If we can really meet the third time..."

I frowned slightly: "After the encounter on the flight?"

She nodded: "Do you know why Peter and I used to call you a "cry bag"?"

I curled my lips.

"I didn't talk to you at the time, not because you were asleep. In that case, I can choose to find you when the meal is delivered or before landing." Her brows and eyes were focused on me again, and the back of her hand was on my cheek. Gently stroked, "You shed tears when you slept."

I squinted my eyes, unable to remember, and looked at her.

"The lady sitting next to you found it. She also asked the passengers on the left and right if there were any extra tissues. We only realized later that you were asleep." Miss Pan De pointed at the position of the apple muscle, "Your tears Sliding down like a half bottle of eye drops. Because of the inconvenient sitting position, I only looked at you twice, and you look like—"

I said, "I don't even remember this."

She sighed softly: "I think that period must have been particularly difficult for you."

I touched her hand and said angrily: "Thank you."

Miss Pan De shook her head.

After a while, she slowly began to say: "About half a month after we met, my anger gradually disappeared. I think you probably just didn't take it to heart. I don't seem to find any excuses to blame you. I just thought that after returning from Wiesbaden, maybe I could try to date some girls-not necessarily you. At the end of the summer vacation, my mood has calmed down a lot, if we didn’t meet again on the plane , Even if I meet you again this year, at the very beginning, my heart may not immediately fluctuate... It seems that which piece I lack has finally been filled in after a long time.

"I have imagined a lot. Your tears make me remember deeply, maybe I just can't resist your tears." Miss Pan De laughed, "I think everyone has their reasons. It's just the kind of thing that I want to try. It feels gradually changing, and I find that I can't help but think of you. Probably I really have weaving too many fantasies, and those things that only maintain a weak connection with reality have slowly formed the you in my mind. When When I realized this, I was a little scared — well, very scared — I didn’t want to like a dream, an imaginary person.”

I squeezed her hand.

Miss Pande lowered her head: "I did... a considerable amount of experimentation. Woman, man, for a while I even suspected that I had some kind of'Asian fanaticism', maybe I just liked East Asian girls... But in the end All I can be sure of is the fact that I am a lesbian. I almost think I can’t fall in love or have no passion to maintain a long-term relationship. I always find it hard to feel during dating and I’m usually out of state.

"A few years later, during the busiest months when I was studying for a Ph.D., I really couldn't take care of my studies, dancing, socializing, and normal sleep. In this case, I found that I was able to manage relationships instead. Later, I had two girlfriends. They were both wonderful people and they helped me a lot."

She looked at me, seeming to be sure that I was not jealous of it, and then relaxed and whispered: "But it just doesn't feel right."

I stared at her.

Miss Pan De's lips moved: "This is the kind of feeling I was looking for. Every time I look at you..."

I leaned over and kissed her: "I'm honored."

She laughed again, and the confusion between her eyebrows was wiped out: "After I really met, I found that you are very different from what I imagined. I thought you were the kind of bad girl who ignores the rules and likes to challenge authority. I still don’t want to make promises emotionally, and I like to be a playboy."

I took a breath: "And do you have illusions about such a bad girl? Didn't I disappoint you?"

Miss Pan De laughed: "You are better than I thought. Although sometimes you still look like a bad girl."

I couldn't help laughing with her: "I didn't realize that I had that side."

"Your thinking speed is always fast, and you speak conservatively and do things boldly." She squeezed my cheek, "It's just right."

I sat up and stretched: "So you like this kind of proper self-control?"

Miss Pan De shook her head.

I looked at her, silently revealing my doubts.

She laughed again, held her forehead, and sat up with me, raising one hand above my head. I lifted up a little bit and let her cross my neck and hug me.

Miss Pan De said: "I found that I like you instead of my dreams. There is a very clear opportunity. I don't like your'bad' side. On the contrary, I like you. The thoughtfulness of the trace."

"How do you say?" I moved my eyebrows.

"Do you remember me visiting you? When you were absent." She lowered her head and giggled again. "Your clothes that day..."

I was a little anxious: "That was an accident! I was so sick at the time!"

"I know." She was still clutching her belly and laughing, "You are still afraid of infecting me-no matter what disease you had at the time-wearing dishwashing gloves and a cap with the brim tilted to one side... …"

"Stop talking," I covered my face, "I'm so embarrassed."

"It's okay." She put her arm around my shoulder with a little effort, "Yao?"

I put my hand down and looked at her tentatively. She didn't laugh at me anymore.

"You lived in my heart that day." Miss Pan De looked over, with a serious expression, "You dress so funny, every step you walk on is like a person who lacks water on the sand, but stubbornly sticks to the wall. , Stay away from me. You may not know how funny and romantic that scene is—I swear in my heart that I will be close to you. Close to you, keep close, until the day you reject me."