Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

The pen was placed in the bucket, and the aristocratic man who had been taciturn behind him walked out.

"Hey, do we want to..."

Before Pan Defu had time to share the good news with Leon about the grilled fish steak with lemon at noon, he turned around to find that there was no one at his work station, and the whirling summer wind didn't even tell him where his friend was going.He touched his head in confusion, and stepped out of the door in moccasin boots.

"This guy won't go back to the dormitory to read again, will he?"

And the unbelievable guy he was talking about, who would study at mealtimes, was panting to catch up with the two who were walking towards the outer door of the workshop at this moment.

"please wait a while!"

Leon almost ran into the two people who turned around at the speed of almost hitting a passerby. His chest under the rough clothes undulated slightly. As long as he was a little taller, he could easily see the curvature of the muscles under the collar.

And Paimon lowered his eyes a little bit, seemingly inadvertently sweeping across the open front.

"Hello, Mr. Pepper, I like your works very much. I have read your "Osprey on the Vine" and "Dark Night" many times! Every time I have a new feeling..."

People who create art always have striking similarities and a common language in some aspects.Under the sweltering heat wave at noon that even a black umbrella could not cover, the two people who had a good talk ran to the shade of a tree to continue discussing the content of their creation. Paimon, whose patience was only the size of a natto bean, finally couldn't take it anymore and used his cane Viciously knocking on the cobblestones on the road, trying to get Leon's attention.

The conversation between the two was interrupted by the sudden crisp sound of "dong", and they looked at Paimon who was walking towards the shade of the tree incomprehensibly.

"It's time to eat."

Rosebridge took out his pocket watch from his shirt front pocket, the rattling old hands had passed the bottom number, and were struggling to climb up.

"It's already reached this point, I'm really sorry, Your Excellency Paimon, to interrupt your lunch..."

He watched helplessly as his benefactor took the right hand of the apprentice beside him and walked out. The servant holding the umbrella could not keep up with Paimon's pace at all, so he could only tentatively cover the edge of the umbrella that fell on Leon's shoulder. Sunlight.

The little apprentice who had just made friends with him for many years seemed ashamed of Paimon's reckless behavior at first, but after breaking free several times in succession, he kept holding hands and walked into Paimon's room obediently. In the carriage.

"Mr. Pepper, your dining place is elsewhere, please follow me."

Rosebridge took out his handkerchief and wiped the face of his pocket watch, twirling his beard and slipping into the valet's newly opened umbrella.

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Pick up your thermos cup and watch the young (?) fall in love

23. Change

As soon as he entered the carriage, Paimon took off his hat, staring at the sweat dripping from his ears, Leon suddenly felt very guilty for his behavior of only talking.He couldn't help but raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on the back of his neck, but he retracted it abruptly after feeling the delicate skin with his fingertips.

God!How can I touch his neck with dirty hands?

Paimon turned his head and saw Leon, who was so remorseful that he was about to go crazy. He was holding his hand tightly, and his whole body was like a ripe basil.

weird idea.

It seems that staying with him, the already scarce patience can be barely extended a little bit.

The dishes on the square table were still steaming, and the half-covered window of the car was covered with enough sunlight to light up the swirling white smoke overflowing from the fragrant soft white bread in front of you.Leon looked at the delicious food in front of him, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say back into his throat with the saliva he secreted.

He raised his eyes and looked at Paimon who was taking off his brocade jacket. The wide-sleeved silk white shirt had already partially stuck to his pretty body due to the humidity and heat, and it was fainting the color of shellfish pink.The blond hair has been freed from the restraint and cover of the hat, and it is spread freely on the shoulders, but the owner still dislikes its obstruction in this hot weather, and simply tied it loosely with a headband, and a few strands of hair hang down unsatisfactorily. on the dinner plate.

A large amount of crushed ice had been disposed of in the four corners of the carriage, but Leon was so hot that his neck was red.

For a while, the carriage was so quiet that only the slight sound of running water could be heard as the ice cubes melted away.

"The food is not to your taste?"

Paimon stared suspiciously at Leon, who was in a daze, and was about to call his servants to replace the dishes.

"No no!"

As soon as Paimon opened his mouth, he realized that his behavior like an idiot had caused a misunderstanding, so he quickly picked up the bread and munched on it.

The fragrant and soft bread instantly satisfies the long-hungry taste buds. The fine and fresh wheat flour is even mixed with a little sour taste. It is a high-grade raw material that is completely different from rye and oats, and there is no difficulty in chewing.Paimon seemed to know his ignorance. The bread had already been coated with cod fish sauce mixed with minced tomatoes. The sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes perfectly covered the fishy smell. The two small breads were for Leon Redefine the concept of food.

Paimon noticed that he was hesitant to pick up the remaining crumbs on the plate, so he quickly removed the plate and put on the next dish.

Leon was agonizing over whether he should not waste the last morsel in front of him. With the frugal housekeeping mentality of conserving food, he should have emptied such a delicious dish. He could eat up all the ordinary low-quality bread mixed with wood chips, but In front of his lover, he was inexplicably unable to speak.

Fortunately, Paimon helped him eliminate the other option directly. The rich creamy mushroom soup in the porcelain cup diverted Leon's attention. Sipping the soup like a noble could no longer satisfy the hungry man's needs. The sound of eating spoons colliding with the wall of the dish echoed in the not-so-small space.

The following Orlando red wine fried foie gras is usually a dish that Paimon has tasted countless times, and it is even a bit boring, but today I don’t know if it is because Lyon is sitting in front of him who is very devoted to eating, so there has never been a dish. The novel experience he had experienced drove him to repeat the action of cutting and putting it into his mouth, and then cutting it and putting it into his mouth.Unknowingly, he stacked the empty plate aside.

When the last Opera Cerbera was presented, Leon, who was expecting it, suddenly remembered the reason why he came to find Paimon like an electric shock, and his brain, which was stuck with one delicious food after another, gradually began to break free from the swamp in an attempt to resume normal operation, but the tip of his nose flashed. When the bitter aroma of chocolate is over, it restarts.

Leave those things alone!Is it okay to say no after eating?

Leon, who persuaded himself with half-push and half-push, gave up the rationality he had accumulated with great difficulty, and began to enjoy Opera Chow happily and contentedly.

……

The sound of the silver knife colliding with the bone china plate for the last time ended this unforgettable meal. After the waiter opened the door and came in to clean up the tableware, Leon finally couldn't help but speak.

"I think there is no need to send irises any more."

"why?"

Paimon, who was wiping his lips with a napkin, shot an inquiring gaze from the gap between the hairs on his forehead. He seemed to vaguely feel that he was standing at the eruption of an active volcano.

Lyon, who was stared at like this, felt inexplicably flustered.

"It's too wasteful to do this, I know you have enough assets, but this consumption..."

"You don't have to worry about money, it's nothing to me."

Paimon's quick answer made Leon's persuasive words useless, he could only say something else.

"But Paimon, I really don't like the flowers in the room, even the irises on the bed, it bothers me."

"I see."

In the past few days, he has read a lot of romantic books that are popular in the private rooms of noble ladies, each of which tells him to restrain his temper and try not to contradict his partner in order to maintain a good relationship.

But usually those who contradict him end badly.

Then Leon seemed to have thought of something again, and took out a small bottle containing an orange-yellow oily liquid from his pocket and put it on the table.

"I took the extra petals and asked someone to make a skin care product. I don't know the name, but the boss said that it is good for the skin. It is very popular among the nobles recently... I think you should like it."

The strong cork suppressed the volatile leakage of the essential oil, and Paimon looked at the familiar color speechlessly.

If this kind of essential oil was offered as a tribute, he felt that the other party might be insulting and provoking him.

Instead, he stuffed the glass bottle into the inner pocket of his coat, a place close to his chest.

"When will you be on vacation?"

"Is this a natural month? It will probably wait until next week... What's the matter?"

"I want to ask you to go to the theater. Karen Casa's troupe came there recently, and they performed quite well."

According to his temper, Leon might have been knocked out and dragged away by him now, there is absolutely no reason for him to endure the waiting process.

But if they did that, the relationship between the two would slide to an irreparable ruin without any exaggeration, so under the balance of a high-ranking monster, doing so might be more pleasing to Leon.

Paimon Raymond Guyton, the epitome of fine art and wit.

The proud Paimon finally showed his first smile since getting in the car, but Leon mistook him for looking forward to watching the drama.

"I'll let you know as soon as I know I'm on vacation."

Leon saw the dark eyes that were bent because of his reply, and kissed him farewell from the bottom of his heart.There is still work waiting for him in the afternoon.

The warm feeling covered for a few seconds and then left in an instant. Paimon's smile froze immediately before he could react. At this time, the carriage door had been opened and closed intimately.

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24. Before the play

Rest day morning.

The man in charcoal-colored long-court was circling awkwardly in front of the Royal Workshop. His slightly disheveled short hair matched his fine attire.