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

So mismatched that people passing by cast curious glances.

The damn weather!

Leon loosened the fastened Krabat anxiously, and the lace edge of the shirt cuff irritated the skin of his hands with strange itches one after another.These clothes were sent by Paimeng to watch the show, and he knew that Leon would be worried about the lack of suitable clothes.

When midnight came last night, Leon was tossing and turning on the bed because of today's date and couldn't fall asleep. When the light yellow clouds floated in the sky, he couldn't restrain his emotions and got up to tidy up.

But waiting an hour earlier in the scorching heat made him almost comparable to Xiao Pei who was lying at the door sticking out his tongue to cool off.

The high-grade cloth that has never been worn is wetly stuck to the body, and the sultry moisture is completely blocked by the high neckline, and there is no cool breeze to enter.He couldn't understand how a nobleman like Paimon could walk around in such heavy and cumbersome clothes in summer.

Oh, God……

Leon wiped the sweat off his face. At this moment, he felt that anything that kept warm—even hair—was a nuisance.He desperately hoped that the distant intersection would bring news full of expectations, but he didn't know how many times he ended up with no hope.

A small black speck dangled in the blue sky in the distance.

The small black dot moved slowly with the sound of "da da" horseshoes, and the black dot gradually became bigger and wider, becoming a black block, and the sound stopped in front of him.

Leon, who was leaning on the tree trunk, opened one eye wearily, and immediately shivered.

There was a parked carriage in front of him, and the broken cross on the wall was so familiar, the attendant stood beside him and opened the door for him, conveying his urging eyes from the blurred black space in the carriage.

He no longer hesitated, the joy and excitement of seeing Paimon forcibly squeezed his tiredness into an unknown corner of his mind, his heart full of uncontrollable can't wait to transform into a kiss at the time of meeting dedicated to Paimon, but he couldn't help it. Can stop halfway.

There is still sweat on my face...

I used a very popular hairstyle today, and the silk and satin hair tied around my neck was tied into a bow... Leon stared obsessively at his delicate side face, and he reluctantly gave up after the car body shook slightly to signal his departure. Looking away, he straightened up and put his hands on his knees.

Can't be too rude!Lyon!

Paimon, who was sitting upright, was ready to enjoy the sweet fruit of longing that he hadn't seen for a few days, but he suddenly felt the departure of the people beside him.Unable to bear it any longer, he stroked the sweat-stained side of his neck and lit the fuse first.

Leon was so startled by the sudden kiss that his hands and feet became stiff, and the bones of the hand attached to his neck made him clearly aware that this was a male like him, and out of male instinct, he was not willing to be inferior.

A violent storm broke out between the sticky lips and tongues of the two.

Unforgettable and obsessively drinking each other, the inner cavity is infected by the lover's breath.

……

As far as the Marigold Theater doorman could see potential customers in any carriage, they would do everything in their power to please them.

Deep and shallow.

The unique footsteps of Leibniz's white horse, which are only used by big customers with high status, adjusted the smile on his face, and the doorman turned around and looked respectfully at almost every natural month.

"Welcome, Lord Paimon..."

Before the words fell, the car door was opened from the inside by the people inside.

A charcoal cleaner man with red and swollen lips stepped out first. He seemed to be a newborn child, looking around with novelty and alertness to the external environment, but his unmanaged hair betrayed his identity.

Seeing the shocked doorman, he seemed to have scratched the hair on the back of his head in embarrassment.

How could a bumbling countryman come out? !

Before the doorman calmed down, he was stunned, but it could be said to be panic, which caused a wave of psychological attacks that he could not predict.

I saw the "countryman" stretching out his hand towards the inside of the carriage from the side of the door. A Klein blue glove broke through the darkness, and gently rested on the bare, rough right hand without any wrapping.

Despite the apparently expensive amethyst ring on that hand, the scene had as much impact on the doorman as the red-billed feathered dove, the darling of the royal family, fell into the paw of a bear, and he almost Bears that want to scream but are afraid of angering a dangerous bear.

Just be careful, be careful, be more careful...

oh my god!

The doorman was about to faint.

There was a hole in that beautiful and lovely bird's beak!

Paimon stared at the doorman who had been standing still for a long time, and his displeasure gradually spread. He dragged Leon and walked straight into the theater.

The two followed the waiter to the private room on the second floor. The moment the soft door closed, all the noisy discussions like a tide were blocked outside the door.

"This theater does not accept reservations."

Otherwise he wouldn't have brought Leon to the room where he used to sit, and enjoyed this famous play with a group of low-level and hypocritical creatures downstairs.

Paimon snorted softly, took off his gloves and put them in the small basket with shellfish pattern, the wound on his lip still had a slight pain.

However, Leon kept silent at the right time and sat down on the soft couch with him. He didn't know why the nobles would book the venue. He always liked to share happiness with the noisy crowd, but this might be a unique high-level hobby of the nobles.

The candles went out one after another, and the hall fell into endless darkness.

The Crown of Toni Mishtar.

Paimon chewed on the archaism of the show's title.

He is looking forward to the performance presented by the Karen Casa Troupe to the two.

The author has something to say:

The red-billed Dai Yujiu in it was edited by me!

25. Post play

Leon stared at the opened curtain, the Tunisian woman in robes holding a candle gradually walked into the center of the stage from the side, and with her footsteps the candles placed on the ground lit up sporadically until they illuminated a coffin in front of her .

She knelt down staggeringly, clasped her hands together in front of her forehead, heartbreaking pain and sorrow appeared on that pretty face.

"Father……"

The girl wept, her lips touched, and she spoke an unintelligible prayer.

kindness?

Leon opened his eyes wide in panic, and turned his head to see Paimon's reaction beside him, but Paimon's expression was the same as usual, and he even narrowed his eyes calmly, ready to devote himself to it.

How could he not understand what she was saying?

In order to better cater to the nobles below, the first-class theater troupe deliberately chose an ancient language that was only taught to the upper class and had a more elegant rhythm and grammar. Compared with the common language, the use of the ancient language can make the nobles have an indescribable sense of belonging.

This caused Lyon considerable distress.

He tried his best to identify the content to be explained at the moment through the facial expressions and body movements of the actors, but even so, he was still confused and unintelligible.

On the first official date with your lover, you can't get a common topic. This kind of experience can be described as extremely painful.

……

The drop-shaped hourglass standing next to the curtain has been artificially turned over many times. The actors in ivory white robes on the stage have overlapped and separated several times, turning into phantoms with hazy borders. Leon’s eyes are all blurred. Flip the corner of the robe.

He pinched his palm hard with his nails, trying to use the pain to stay awake.The incomprehensible language, the dimly lit private room, everything was digging out the buried sleepiness, and she frankly forced him to look directly with her sharp eyes.

A few yawns that he could not yawn caused tears to well up, his eyelids sagged and drooped, and he desperately tried to cover his eyeballs. He had no doubt that his palm had been pinched and swollen.

But even the pain that should be felt is tiny.Sleepiness covered the brain, and when the lights were blown out again, the five senses finally fell asleep smoothly.

Paimon, who devoted himself wholeheartedly to the plot, was interrupted by a heavy object that suddenly fell from his shoulders.

The scene of the scene on the sloping heel cliff is really good, and the acting skills of the actors are also remarkable...

The rage magic power condensed in his hands vanished the moment he saw the flaxen hair, and the purple stream formed by the break turned and climbed up Leon's hair along his shoulders, flickering around the broken hair around his earlobe.

The faint snores of baby animals echoed one after another, which in a theatre, could be described as quite annoying noise disturbances.But very rarely, the waiter did not receive the order to repair the decoration in time, and Paimon did not kick the person out of the door, but moved his stiff body and lowered his left shoulder slightly.

The familiar and familiar fragrance of iris drags people into a sweeter dreamland, and occasionally one or two ravings can be heard from the cracks of the lips...

……

A strange falcon on the top of the wall.

Before Leon was fully awake, his legs jumped out of the bed with a jerk, and the soft brocade quilt slipped to the ground because of his movements.

In a completely unknown room, the setting sun has entered the afterglow.

"This is where?"

Leaf vines and spears are painted on the off-white walls, and the vitality and power of nature are intertwined. The large wall paintings that can be used for exhibitions are just setting boards in this extraordinarily luxurious room. Expensive metal powder was sparingly applied to the clothes of the characters, and even the corners of the walls were decorated with guilloches.

Not to mention the furniture that Leon couldn't even name. Leon walked carefully towards the door, worried that his clumsy body would touch any ornament that would be difficult to compensate even if he used up his life savings. The carpet held a huge suspicion. After all, the complicated and overlapping patterns on it did not look like they were printed.

but so gorgeous