Can I love you?

I'm not like other girls who like to swap food, even if asked to either refuse, or not to eat, it feels weird to me to swap food.

After hesitating for a while, I was about to refuse, when I heard her coaxing me like a child: "Try it, ah..." I blinked in embarrassment, I am already an adult!She still looked at me expectantly, as if she kept holding it if I didn't eat it.

Reluctantly put down the fork in his hand, wanting to take the spoon to eat by himself.As soon as the hand was about to come, she stopped it with the other hand, "Let me feed you."

"No need, I can eat it myself." Why do you need to feed it?

"Well, I haven't fed you for a long time." She looked aggrieved.

"..."

"I'll feed you." She didn't care about it before I answered, and she put the spoon close to my mouth after confessing.Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate the spoonful of baked rice.

"Is it delicious?" She asked me happily.I nodded slightly to show that it was delicious.

"Try this borscht again, it looks pretty good." He filled a spoon with one hand and put some soup under the spoon with the other to prevent it from dripping, and slowly moved it to my mouth.I knew I couldn't refuse her, so I just opened my mouth and drank without saying anything.

She carefully put the spoon near my mouth and said: "Be careful of it being hot." Then she let me drink it.In fact, the soup was not hot at all, it was warm, and the temperature was just right.

"How? Is it good?" She asked me with a smile.

"Ah."

"anything else?"

"No, you can eat quickly, I'll just eat the noodles."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and began to eat seriously.That spoon is what I ate.

She eats very elegantly. I don't know if it's in the UK where etiquette is more important and the requirements are stricter, so she looks very elegant.I ate small mouthfuls without making any sound, not even the sound of the spoon touching the plate.This kind of her is very elegant and charming. I don't like people who make squeaking noises when they eat.

When we were about to finish eating, the fruit salad came up. She took a new fork and spoon and stirred it, and first forked a small piece of watermelon for me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to feed it myself this time.

After eating, she asked me where to wait. "Aren't you familiar with the neighborhood?"

"That was a long time ago. Now many shops and everything have changed, and I don't know what's interesting nearby." She said with a look of regret.

"Then just take a stroll, it's my first time here too."

"Well, your first time here?" She seemed incredulous.

"Ok.''

"Then how did you find me just now?" She seemed surprised.

"Baidu map, and there is a bus stop nearby, so it's easy to find."

"Map~ No wonder~"

She said that she remembered that there were many small stalls nearby, selling strange things, and she wondered if there were any more.

She took me for a walk according to my memory, and I found the place she mentioned. It was a bazaar. I saw it in the tourism strategy before. This bazaar is called a creative bazaar. Interesting and cheap.This market doesn't happen every day, it only happens at a certain time period. I don't know why I happened to be so lucky today.

There were a lot of people, so she took my hand naturally, and said to me with a smile: "There are a lot of people, don't get lost." Her hands are very warm, unlike mine, no matter how the seasons change, they will always be warm. It's icy cold.

She led me through the sea of ​​people and wandered among the booths.Every time she sees something novel, she will happily pinch my hand and let me see it.These things are indeed very novel and special, and many of them have never been seen before. Although some of them have been seen before, I always feel that the ones here are more beautiful and delicate, and I don't know why.Like the ceramic pendant she's holding in her other hand now.

It was a three-dimensional lotus ceramic pendant, a small one as big as a finger.The top of each petal is a little blue, and the stamens are also dotted with blue, which is very elegant and beautiful.I have seen similar pendants in some jewelry stores before, but they are not lotus flowers or ceramics, but silver peach blossoms.

"Does it look good?" She turned her head and asked me holding the pendant.

"nice."

"Is there another one, please?" she asked the shopkeeper.

"I'm sorry, we have only one and only one thing here. Each one comes from a different inspiration, and we generally don't make the second one exactly the same." The owner explained.

"Then help me wrap this up."

"Ok."

Afterwards, we went to other stores. There was a hand-painted cloth shoe store. It was very interesting. Many people were drawing by themselves with paintbrushes. She pulled me to join this group of people.

"Can you draw me a pair?" she asked me with a smile.

"Why don't you draw it yourself?"

"Because you draw better than me."

"I do not want."

"Why?" She didn't seem to expect such an answer.

"I don't want to paint, and I don't want to give you a gift." Don't you understand the meaning of giving shoes?So why come to me if you want to stay away from me.

"I didn't ask you to give it to me, I asked you to draw it for me, can this not work?" It was obvious that she didn't understand at all, she just thought that I didn't want to give her a gift.

"That's not what I mean...Why do you have to ask me to draw? Didn't you also learn to draw?"

"It's different, it has a different meaning." She looked at me seriously.

"Okay then, don't blame me for the ugly painting."

"No." Like a child who got candy, he smiled contentedly.

She picked out a pair of white cloth shoes, she likes white very much, and so do I.

"What do you want to draw?" I asked her

"The paintbrush is in your hand, of course you can paint whatever you want." She said to me with a smile.

I picked a black paintbrush and a red one.Simply draw a cute smiling face on one shoe and a winking emoji on the other shoe.This is very simple for me who has learned painting for five or six years, but I insisted on painting for more than half an hour. I hope that she will be happy every day. Even if she is not, I hope she will see the expression on these shoes Sometimes I feel happier.

When I was painting, she was watching from the side. Seeing that I had finished the painting, she immediately took it to read. She smiled happily and said it looked good, as happy as if I had acquired some treasure.

Seeing her so happy, I laughed too. I lowered my head and tidied up the paintbrush while secretly smiling.Suddenly, I felt dark in front of my eyes, and there was a faint touch on my face, soft and wet, and there was a familiar scent in my nose.

"Linlin, thank you." She looked into my eyes and said sincerely.

"No...you're welcome." I gave her an awkward smile back.Did she sneak kiss me just now?My face should be as red as a persimmon now.It wouldn't be so embarrassing to pretend not to care.

The author has something to say:

"Why did you kiss me secretly?!"

"I do not have."

"I still said no, everyone has seen it."

"That's right, so I'm an aboveboard kiss, not a stealthy kiss." I raised my eyebrows and smiled evilly "..." Well, I've already kissed anyway, so I'll force you to kiss me [shy face]