This is a big, bustling city.
Night on the street, there are vendors of all kinds of selling sound, there are mothers holding with their own children walking and then go to the supermarket to see if there is any big promotion, there is a small capitalist young people sitting in the cafe leisurely drinking coffee, there are brightly dressed all brand-name people in and out of a variety of high-end shopping centers. The square is playing deafening music with the big moms dancing in the square dance that has been popular for several years. Of course, these are just some of the silhouettes of the city.
The city is so big, so many people. You would think that a lot of people would be very lively, but in fact, the more lively the more lonely.
Ms. Tart walked out of the store with a cup of iced milk tea and sighed in this way. Sucked a mouthful of milk tea, iced wipe out Miss Tart's dry heat, silk coolness penetrated into the internal organs, gradually bright mood slowly recovered in Miss Tart's heart.
This time to buy an egg tart to line, egg tart and milk tea with the most. Thinking of this, Miss Tart did not hesitate to walk towards the bakery at the end where she often buys egg tarts.
Miss Tart loves milk tea, but she loves egg tarts even more.
Miss Tart was carrying a bag with tarts when she accidentally bumped into someone. Miss Egg Tart lowered her head and apologized. There was a faint scent of durian cake in the air. Miss Egg Tart didn't hate the smell. Mr. Durian, who was carrying the durian cake, said with a smile, "It's okay." Only then did Miss Tart raise her head, and Miss Tart tilted her head slightly to see Mr. Durian's face. He was really tall, probably about one meter eight or so. Miss Tart said, really embarrassed. Mr. Durian smiled and shook his head.
Miss Egg Tart was walking home, drinking milk tea and eating an egg tart.
The street lamp stretched Miss Tart's shadow to be long, short, thin and fat. What a funny shadow and what a lonely shadow.
Miss Tart lives in a neighborhood where there are seven twenty-story buildings, one next to the other, counting from the left to the seventh, up to the twelfth floor, the twelfth floor lights and other layers of lights are different. The lights on the twelfth floor are warm orange, and this is the bulb that Ms. Tart changed on purpose.
Ms. Tart stroked the fur of the cat nestled in her lap with one hand, and with the other hand, she held her cell phone and swiped through the circle of friends and microblogging, and she had to swipe through all kinds of things, just to kill time.
Brushing, Miss Egg Tart couldn't help but think of the man she bumped into today. Miss Tart regretted not seeing his face, alas, who told her to be highly myopic but prefer not to wear glasses. Ms. Tart suddenly thought of it seems like a long time have not called home, alas, tomorrow then call.
Next to the snow-white Chinchilla cat, "Meow~meow~meow~meow~". Miss Egg Tart lightly patted her head and put down her cell phone, she almost forgot that she hadn't fed White Tea yet.
Miss Egg Tart squatted next to White Tea and watched it eat, Miss Egg Tart said, "White Tea, let me tell you oooh, I bumped into someone today, and I feel like he's so handsome, haha." Ms. Egg Tart added, "White Tea, I'm sorry for making you hungry for so long before you can eat your dinner." White Tea let out a "meow~~" as if accusing her master of dereliction of duty as if to say, "Still able to self-reflect, it seems there is still salvation."
2.
Today was the same as always. The street is so busy under the colorful neon lights. After work Miss Tart is in this lively crowd, Miss Tart is walking and thinking what to eat tonight, ghostly Miss Tart still went to that bakery to buy tarts.
Miss Tart, who was carrying the tart, was walking home, and she felt like she was missing something, which made her feel uncomfortable. On top of that, Miss Tart realized that she seemed to be stalking. Miss Tart wanted to take out her cell phone to strengthen her courage, but when she rummaged through her bag, she found that her cell phone was gone. Miss Tart was suddenly confused, but quickly she forced herself to calm down.
By the way, Miss Tart suddenly remembered that she had taken her phone out to look at it when she bought the tarts, so it is very likely that the phone was left in the store.
Miss Egg Tart turned around to go back and retrieve her phone when she was stopped by a somewhat familiar voice.
"You don't have to run back, I have your phone."
Ms. Tart was stunned and looked at this somewhat familiar man.
In fact, Mr. Durian was standing behind Miss Egg Tart when she was paying. Mr. Durian was watching Miss Egg Tart put her phone on the cash register and take the money out of her bag to pay the bill. The cashier was about to open his mouth to call out to Miss Egg Tart when Mr. Durian told a small lie to the cashier and managed to get Miss Egg Tart's phone.
"Why do you have my cell phone? And you were just following me."
"I wasn't stalking you, I was just returning a cell phone for the cashier, who knew that you were walking faster and faster, and my 5'8" legs couldn't catch up with you."
"Then ...... thank you, you return the phone to me," Miss Tart face reddened.
Mr. Durian handed the phone to Miss Tart and feigned dissatisfaction, "That's it? Not going to make it up to me?"
Mr. Durian handed the phone to Ms. Tart, feigning dissatisfaction, "Just like that?"
Mr. Durian's face turned red, "I thank you for following me all the way just to return my phone, and since you are so kind, it's not wrong for me to give you some compensation. Say, how much do you want?"
Mr. Durian looked at Miss Egg Tart seems to be angry and the situation is not right, and immediately revealed what he thought was a sunny and handsome smile, "Don't don't don't, just kidding with you, after all, do good deeds do not ask for return."
"Thanks anyway. I'm going home now, bye." Though Ms. Tart was mentally slurring that I'm lucky I didn't count the mental damages with you.
"Okay, I'm going home too."
Ms. Tart turned her head, her lingering eyes staring at the man following her for a second before turning her head again and continuing on her way.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm really going home, every day I walk this way home", Mr. Durian explained.
Ms. Tart pretended not to hear and continued to walk her own.
Miss Tart probably didn't know that Mr. Durian followed her silently every night; Miss Tart probably didn't know that she and Mr. Durian actually lived in the same neighborhood; Miss Tart probably didn't know that Mr. Durian had been watching her when she carried her things into the neighborhood like a hanyou, so much so that he missed the best chance to talk to her; Miss Tart probably didn't know that Mr. Durian had liked her from the day he met her. liked her from the day he saw her.
Miss Tart came home and as always, after doing what she had to do, she laid down on her bed. Great, I don't have to work tomorrow, haha, Miss Tart smiled and went to sleep. White Tea lay on her back squinting in her nest not far from her master.
3.
It was a sunny day. Ms. Tart sat up from her bed and stretched, then got out of bed and stood in front of the window to give her opinion of the weather.
Miss Tart carries the cat food and feeds White Tea. Today's White Tea is a bit different, usually White Tea is very appetizing for her breakfast, but White Tea is wan and oblivious to her breakfast today. Ms. Egg Tart wondered, "Why is White Tea so inactive today, does she know she should lose weight." White Tea replied, "Meow~~Wow Meow~". "You're not hungry yet, well you can eat when you're hungry then." "Meow~~Wow~~Meow~~"
Miss Egg Tart fried herself a poached egg and took out her stockpile of toast and finally made herself a glass of milk. By the time Ms. Tart had finished cleaning up the house, it was already noon.
This time the cat food should be eaten up by the white tea, Ms. Tart looked at the white tea drooping ears, a listless look. It can not be sick, right, cat food did not move a little. Miss Egg Tart hurriedly carried White Tea into her arms, White Tea "Meow~~Meow~Meow~" screamed, "This master is too dereliction of duty ah, only now realized my abnormalities, I have followed a what kind of master."
Ms. Tart walked into the pet store with White Tea in her arms, her face calm, but her hands were shaking. Mr. Durian, who was giving the teddy a bath, glanced at Miss Tart in his afterglow, and he could feel her panic.
"Hi, we meet again."
"Well, so you run a pet store. Could you please check on my cat later, he hasn't eaten all day and doesn't look well."
"Well, don't worry oh, these are some normal minor ailments of animals."
Miss Tart calmed down under Mr. Durian's gentle spring-like voice.
"Wash up, let me check your cat." Mr. Durian took the white tea from Miss Tart's hand.
Mr. Durian asked as he held the instrument to check the cat, "What's its name?"
"White Tea, it's called White Tea", Miss Egg Tart replied with an embarrassed obliterated smile.
"It's a nice name, it suits it." Then Mr. Durian said, "Oops, White Tea has a little baby."
Ms. Tart stared in disbelief as her hand touched White Tea's head, "No way, how can that be."
"How can it not be possible, this season is not exactly the cat's period of spring. It's not unusual for them to go out and find their mates."
"But it's in the house all day long, and I only come back at night. The door is still locked, so White Tea shouldn't be able to get out."
"Don't forget, it's a cat."
Ms. Tart reluctantly accepted the fact that White Tea was pregnant, "And may I ask if there is anything a cat should be aware of during pregnancy?"
"Just pay attention to the cat's diet and nutrition, and take it out for a walk when you have time", Mr. Durian patiently replied. Mr. Durian looked at Miss Tart's somewhat dull face, I'm really afraid that she can't take care of White Tea ah, Mr. Durian said, "You add me to WeChat, if you don't understand, you can ask me."
Ms. Tart popped out of the mouth of a sudden: "White Tea even have a child, how do I still have no boyfriend?"
Mr. Durian burst out laughing. Ms. Tart covered her face with both hands, God, what did I say.
Mr. Durian stifled his laughter and held a pen in his hand and asked, "How many WeChat messages do you have? Help me write it." Miss Egg Tart took the pen in the hands of Mr. Durian and wrote her own micro-signal on his palm. Miss Egg Tart said uneasily, "I'm going to ask you something I don't understand, you must answer me ooh. My white tea is pregnant with a baby for the first time, and I'm really afraid I won't be able to take care of it." Mr. Durian nodded.
4.
Night.
Ms. Egg Tart nestled on the sofa hugging White Tea and concentrating on smoothing its fur. The cell phone, which had not rung for hundreds of years, was placed on the coffee table and rang. Miss Tart bent over to pick up the phone to see, is today's pet store owner requesting to add her to ask friends, Miss Tart clicked agree. Miss Egg Tart was about to put down her cell phone when it vibrated and rang again.
"Hello, this is Mr. Durian. May I ask what your name is?"
Miss Tart mischievously replied back "No good, Mr. Durian. I'm Miss Tart."
"Is something wrong with the white tea?"
"White Tea is fine, willing to eat."
"That's good."
A small 'thud' sound reached Ms. Tart's ears and the room was plunged into darkness.
"This time it's really bad."
Mr. Durian, nestled on the couch, was dreading that the conversation wouldn't work when he received Miss Tart's message and immediately returned, "What's wrong?"
"I guess the light bulb is broken at home. It's all dark now."
"So are you scared?"
"Not afraid, have long been accustomed to it."
Mr. Durian excitedly jumped up from the couch and gave himself a pep talk.
Miss Tart was about to go out to buy light bulbs when the doorbell rang. Miss Tart was secretly surprised, who could it be at a time like this, it couldn't be a mugger. Miss Tart panicked and sat on the sofa, took out her cell phone and didn't know who to say yes to. At this time, Mr. Durian sent a message over.
"Come open the door."
Ms. Tart was surprised as her fingers flew as she typed, "It's you who knocked on the door? How did you know my house was here?"
Since Mr. Durian kept ringing Miss Tart's doorbell, noisy next door neighbors were inevitable.
"Don't ask so many questions first, I'll explain to you later. You open the door for me first, the next door neighbor has a problem with me. I just want to help you change a light bulb [aggrieved]"
Undeniably, Miss Egg Tart's heart was instantly warmed. Miss Tart opened the door. Mr. Durian hit the torch he brought and changed the light bulb without saying a word.
Miss Egg Tart was surprised to find that the color of the light bulb was exactly the same as the original, her favorite color.
"This is the only color bulb I have at home", said Mr. Durian, scratching his hair in embarrassment.
"That's okay, it's just what I like."
"That's good."
"Thank you so much for today." Miss Tart handed Mr. Durian the brewed tea.
"It's okay, it just so happens that I have a light bulb in my house."
"By the way, how did you know my family lived here."
"I ...... I ......" Mr. Durian's ears went red.
"Couldn't have had a crush on me for a long time?" Ms. Tart joked.
"I'll leave now, you have an early night." Mr. Durian fled back to his house.
I don't think it scared him, ugh, why are you always so jocular? Ms. Tart knocked her head.
The cell phone vibrated.
"Good night, Ms. Tart."
"Were you startled by me? I'm sorry, I was just making a little joke."
Mr. Durian said, "How could I be scared, in fact, I've really had a crush on you for a long time."
"Haha, yeah, scared off by you."
"Hey, hey, no need to compensate for moral damages, right?"
"Yes, you have to treat me to dinner tomorrow."
"Okay, you set the time. After all, you helped me change the light bulb, and I scared you. I'm going to sleep, good night."
5.
Mr. Durian was so excited that he stayed up all night.
There are not so many coincidences. Mr. Durian knew that Miss Tart liked the bakery best, so Mr. Durian went there every day.
Mr. Durian knew that Miss Tart liked the warm orange light, so he went to the supermarket to buy it before he went to Miss Tart's house.
Miss Tart doesn't know how happy Mr. Durian was when he spoke to Miss Tart for the first time.
Miss Tart doesn't know how much Mr. Durian liked her confusion and gave him a chance to return the phone.
Miss Tart doesn't know how excited Mr. Durian was when he asked for her micro-signal.
Miss Tart doesn't know that when Mr. Durian changed the light bulb for her, he thought it would be good for me to change the light bulb in the house when it went out.
Mr. Durian said to himself, this time must grasp the opportunity.
Mr. Durian wanted to take his time to catch up with Miss Tart, but he couldn't wait any longer. Mr. Durian knows that Miss Egg Tart actually likes him a little bit.
Mr. Durian took his phone and typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.
"Please reply when you see it: hello, Mr. Durian."
The next day, it was still sunny.
"Hello, Mr. Durian." Ms. Tart's heart was about to jump out of her chest like a roller coaster ride.
Mr. Durian looked at the message on his phone and his face broke into a smile. Mr. Durian didn't expect Miss Egg Tart to understand him, and even more so, he didn't expect Miss Egg Tart to message him back.
"I returned like this, should this meal be replaced with you treating me." Miss Egg Tart mischievously inputted.
"I'll treat, I'll treat you all the time in the future, I want to treat you to a meal for the rest of your life."
Miss Egg Tart's heart is like stealing honey, sweet with a little panic.
"Where are we going to eat at noon?"
"Wherever Mr. Durian says."
"Let's go to the bakery then, I'd like to treat you to a durian cake."
Though Miss Tart muttered what kind of person buys a durian cake in the middle of the day, Miss Tart understood what Mr. Durian meant.
Mr. Durian stood in front of the bakery as Miss Tart was walking towards it.
Mr. Durian is so handsome today.
Mr. Durian is so handsome today, and Miss Tart is so beautiful today.
Miss Tart walked up to Durian Cake and said, "Hello, Mr. Durian. Mr. Durian I would like to treat you to my favorite egg tart."
Mr. Durian nodded and smiled gently, his eyes soft.
"Durian cake is very good ooh."
"The egg tart doesn't taste bad either."
[End]