The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

On the morning of the third day, agent Frey called in a hurry, and Watson had to sneak to the hotel balcony and comfort him with Jessica's voice. It was less than 20 days before the album was released, but the singer suddenly disappeared. This kind of thing is indeed easy to make people think that she has committed a serious crime.

After reassuring that he would return to London within the week, Watson hung up the phone and walked into the room cautiously.

Michelle was still sleeping soundly on the bed, half of her tear-stained face facing the balcony. They had done basically nothing in the previous two nights, and Watson just listened to his girlfriend crying and babbling. Miss Butterfly Knife threw herself on the bed without drying her hair, and lay in his arms, talking about everything from her childhood to college, from killing people and running away to joining the wolf pack. In the second half of the night, the woman was so sleepy that she started talking nonsense, but she just didn't want to sleep.

Two consecutive nights.

It was better the next night...

What else can we do?

Coax.

Miss Watson would definitely feel relieved if she knew that Mr. Watson sang the nursery rhyme she used to coax Angela to Michelle. Of course, Dr. Heinzwafen would definitely not admit it after waking up. After checking his girlfriend's condition, Watson returned to the balcony and stared at the street below in a daze.

Compared to Michela, his impression of this city is very thin, not even comparable to the Manhattan Peninsula in New York and the Hammersmith District in London. Heidelberg has one of the oldest universities in Germany, ancient and traditional, but it is also the birthplace of the German Romanticism in the 19th century. It is also because of the large number of young students that the city is always bursting with incredible vitality.

But for Watson, all this has little to do with him.

The most he wanted to do was to stroll around the Old Bridge in Heidelberg and see the place where his original self, Almendo Taxner, had parted ways with his parents.

But at the moment, accompanying my girlfriend is the most important thing.

Just then, Michelle came out with a mess of hair on her head.

"I should take a picture of you, dear." Watson couldn't help laughing when he saw her like this, pointing at her messy hair. The woman was obviously not awake yet, half-closed her eyes, and said "oh" to him in a daze, then turned and moved to the bathroom.

When Miss Butterfly Knife came out after washing up, Watson was already in the room tinkering with the old version of the military uniform princess suit, which was indeed well preserved, but unfortunately, he couldn't wear it with his current grown body. However, the two 1911 pistols were still usable - of course, they had not been fired many times since they were made.

Click!

Pulling the slide, Watson started to play with the gun with both hands.

"Are you interested in visiting Miss Watson's Memorial Hall?" The woman leaned against the bathroom door frame, showing off her sexy muscular waist and abdomen. However, because she had been crying all night the day before, her voice sounded a little hoarse. "You got this helmet from there."

"...I was thinking, since I can't wear this old one anymore, why don't we return it? I actually like the memorial hall, mainly because it was the house where Grandma Leah lived." Watson stood up and kicked the new military uniform princess equipment box next to him: "I already have a whole new set, but these two pistols can be kept for use."

"As you like, let's go now? Can we go eat something first? I'm hungry." Michelle also put on her underwear: "I just want to see if the coffee shop I used to go to is still there. I miss those sugar cubes. Oh, and a lovely lady."

"If you want me to wear women's clothes and go out with you, you can just tell me."

Watson dropped his pistol and rolled his eyes.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

The levitating cloak clapped its hands for some reason, and when it noticed that both of them were staring at it, it spread its hands.

"Look at your eyes, they are swollen."

Watson soon noticed that Michelle's eyes were still red and swollen. Fortunately, after two days of venting, the woman had basically returned to normal. Of course, this was also because this huge family change happened several years ago, and she had already endured the most painful and difficult acceptance period alone - if she hadn't been able to endure it, there would be no "Bertha" later.

From this perspective, Michela's situation at the time was so cruel.

"Why don't you..."

Michelle stretched out the bracelet, and her hoarse voice sounded inexplicably sexy: "Go shopping with me first?"

"Okay, okay, okay..." Watson said three okays in a row, and then skillfully continued the next sentence: "First, go to the women's clothing store, buy my size, make trouble while I'm changing clothes, and then drag me out to show off to the clerk, and then what else? Look, I've finished it for you..."

"Take it, we still have plenty of time today." The two lips parted, the woman stuffed her Leica M6 camera into her boyfriend's hands, continued to put on her clothes, and soon pulled the reluctant Watson out of the room.

Winter, breeze, warm sunny days.

There's nothing better than shopping for couples.

As one of the warmest regions in Germany, this city exudes vitality and enthusiasm just like its students even in December. The old town is full of old buildings ranging from Gothic to Renaissance, the street lamps are also retro, and there are not many cement roads. If you don't look at the clothes of the pedestrians on both sides of the road, you will mistakenly think you have traveled back hundreds of years.

"Are we..."

“Look at the camera!”

Hearing Michelle's refusal, Miss Watson rolled her eyes, posed for the camera, and instantly changed to a sweet smile. She was sure that her girlfriend's mouth was already curled up behind the scarf, which was what Dr. Heinzwafen liked. If the scene was changed to the bed, she would probably lick her lips.

This old-fashioned film camera couldn't check the finished film immediately, and Michelle's photography skills were not very good, so she had to take several pictures each time. After finally finishing the work, the woman put the camera back into her bag and took Miss Watson with interest to find a restaurant.

But along the way, Miss Watson attracted too much attention.

Blame it on Michela.

When it comes to dressing up her boyfriend, she can't help but put in more effort every time.

After leaving the hotel, the two of them quickly visited several clothing stores and beauty stores like special forces, and a big beauty wearing a jacket, short skirt, pantyhose and Martin boots was born. That beautiful face was carefully carved and sculpted for the first time in a long time, firmly hooking everyone's eyes. In comparison, Dr. Heinzwafen, who was carrying a camera, looked like a photographer.

At least not many people looked at her, and those who looked at her were basically asking who the model was.

The bolder ones went straight for Miss Watson.

This made Miss Watson want to pretend that she didn't speak German.

In any case, this beautiful scenery has now moved to a cafe not far in front of the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit. Michelle's spirits are visibly high, because this cafe is where she had her first date with Watson in 1990.

"stop!"

Ms. Watson raised her hand in annoyance to stop her girlfriend from touching the camera: "Can you respect the privacy of other customers? You don't want the boss to kick us out, do you?"

"My dear, the boss will never want to kick you out."

Michelle supported her chin with one hand, loosened her scarf, and showed a malicious smile: "Oh, I really love your cute look, let's go to the street to buy some clothes and then change hotels... Hey, squeeze your legs, little cutie, this posture is not very elegant."

"I need you to remind me!" Miss Watson was furious. In a rage, she...

she......

She stretched out her leg and kicked Michela.

Just like tickling, the woman laughed, and the customers around her who were secretly watching couldn't help laughing. The waiter came over with the plate, and deliberately kept his smile to Miss Watson for two seconds before he put down the coffee cup with a slow motion: "Pharisee coffee, black coffee, sausage rolls and buckwheat cakes, for the two beautiful ladies, please feel free to tell me if you need anything."

"Thank you." Michelle was in such a good mood that she even thanked him. She turned around and couldn't wait to pick up the table knife, turning it between her fingers: "Ah - it's still the same style as before, and the feel of turning it is exactly the same. And these candies, they really make me miss them..."

Miss Watson opposite her ignored her and started eating.

"Is it tasty?"

The woman took a sip of coffee and propped her head up with her hands.

"Do you feel like Miss Watson now?" Miss Watson emphasized a certain title and deliberately imitated the expression of Dr. Heinzwafen when he was harassed by a cow, pinching her throat to imitate the sound: "Is it delicious? Delicious? Delicious? Delicious?"

Phew——!

The woman slammed her forehead against the table, laughing so hard that she was convulsing, and her legs kept kicking under the table.

But of course this couldn't hurt Miss Watson, they happened to be wearing pantyhose and Martin boots, and the two pairs of stockings and long legs were competing. The whole process lasted about half a minute, and when Michelle raised her face, she seemed to hear someone's suppressed regret.

"I want to move my seat to the corner, you childish thing!" Miss Watson said through gritted teeth, then stood up and waved to the waiter. She said a few words to him with a sweet smile, and the waiter came forward with a smile to help carry the cups and plates, and his attitude looked very attentive.

When she stood up, her long legs were revealed again.

It was rude to keep looking under the table, but if the person stood and walked out, it would relieve the customers around him of many constraints. Miss Watson was used to it, and to be honest, if it wasn't for comforting her girlfriend, she wouldn't be willing to sacrifice so much.

"I want another serving of buckwheat cake. I'm really hungry."

After laughing for a while, Michelle just sat down on the sofa and her stomach started to growl.

"I finally understand."

Miss Watson looked at her and sighed.

"Understand what?"

"At least one of us has to be a child. Now it's your turn." Miss Watson reached out her hand and ruffled Michelle's hair. The woman grabbed her hand, but her expression didn't show much anger. After a while, she slowly leaned over and put her red lips close to Miss Watson's ear: "I've been making trouble for a long time. Aren't you going to teach me a lesson?"

There was no movement on the table. The sugar cube in the cup of black coffee turned over and dissolved bit by bit.