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

"how much is this?"

"Ah... ah, one of these 15 copper coins!"

Leon reacted instantly, rushed out from behind the counter like a whirlwind, and stopped about three feet away from Paimon.While answering the question, he secretly looked at Paimon's attire.

The slightly slender body is wrapped in a white riding jacket, and the cuffs are sewn with intricate iris patterns with gilt silk threads.The tight trousers perfectly outlined the shape of the legs with even thickness, and the boots made a "clack" sound on the floor with the movement of the footsteps.

Elegant, noble and impeccable.

"Are you going hunting?"

Leon couldn't help asking for a moment.After he finished speaking, he realized how reckless he was, and his cheeks couldn't help turning redder.

Paimon squinted at the little quail with its head buried in its chest, and smiled, "Well... I'm looking for my prey."

He reached out and took down the puppy statue, and turned sideways to stare at Leon's free eyes that didn't meet him.

"What breed is this?"

Leon quickly glanced at the wood carving, "Samoyed."

He was completely unable to meet Miss Raymond Gayton's eyes, and only dared to slightly lock his eyes on the corners cut out of the purple crystal stone hanging on her chest.He was afraid that his too hot and viscous gaze would scare away this noble woman whom he yearned for day and night.

But he felt that Miss Raymond Guyton's eyes were fixed on his face, which made him feel confused and puzzled.

"Did you design it yourself?"

Leon shook his head, "It was designed by my junior sister, I just sculpted it for her."

Paimon looked away from his red cheeks, his golden eyelashes drooped, and turned to look at the pair of plump and vivid claws. After a little thought, he took out a silver coin and handed it to Leon.

"There is no need to exchange it."

Before Leon could react, Paimon had already left the shop, and the still shaking bell at the door reminded Leon that all this was not his imagination.

"You gave too much!"

Leon grabbed the silver coin and pushed open the store door. Except for the sound of the store door hitting the outer wall, there was no "clack" sound of boot soles hitting the ground on the bright gravel road at noon.

He took a deep breath, turned around and returned to the shop in disappointment, the faint fragrance of irises was still lingering in the air.

give too much...

Why did the second meeting leave a bad impression on her?

Will she think I'm an idiot?

"Ah!! My God!"

Leon howled and grabbed his hair until he rumpled his flaxen hair into a bird's nest, and his amber eyes were filled with embarrassment.

"What happened to Leon?!"

His junior sister Ruili dropped the charcoal pencil in her hand when she heard the shout, and ran down the stairs in a hurry, but only saw the empty shop and the lingering bell.

"Help me look at the store!"

Leon grabbed the silver coin and rushed directly to the flower shop on the street, panting, he supported the shoulders of the flower shop apprentice who was building branches.

"Help me, wrap me a bunch, sunflowers."

"Is this going to be given away?"

The florist apprentice asked Leon, who was walking up and down in front of the shop, muttering to himself, while pulling out the dewy sunflowers from the bucket.

"Not at night, in the afternoon...ah yes!"

The apprentice took out a white business card, ready to write a blessing.

"Let me write."

Leon took the pen, paused for a moment, but seemed to have thought about it countless times, and the pitch-black ink gradually smudged smoothly on the paper.

You are what the wind makes of shiny leaves.

"Neruda's poem? Is it for a girl you like?"

The florist apprentice half-jokingly tied the brown kraft paper tightly with hemp rope. Everyone knew that Leon had no favorites, no matter women or men.He naturally thought that the rumor this time was a prank by some young man who was jealous of Leon.

"um, yes."

"I just said... what??"

The apprentice looked at Leon, whose cheeks were blushing in surprise, and he began to doubt his hearing.But before he could inquire further, Leon took the sun bouquet and strode west.

"Please give the rest of the money to Ruili!"

His voice faded into the afternoon breeze.

And on the table, there was a shiny silver coin lying peacefully.

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"You are what the wind makes of shiny leaves."

——Chilean poet Neruda, "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair"

5. Invitation

You are the most beautiful woman in the world... no no no! "

"I am deeply intoxicated by your beauty... so vulgar!"

"The dew and the flowers brought you to me... what are you doing, I'm not a bard!"

If Paimon had looked out of the window of the cabin, he would have noticed Leon, weaving across the grass like a bird in a courtship dance.

Holding the bouquet of sunflowers, he continued to scratch his messy hair in distress.

Confined by the powerlessness of rhetoric, he was unable to appeal all his gushing emotions to Miss Raymond Gayton.

It was like roasting that throbbing heart over coals.

He didn't even see Paimon who was already leaning on the door frame, ready to enjoy afternoon tea.

Paimon placed the soufflé muffins and Darjeeling black tea on the engraved dining table, cut the muffins to a suitable size with a knife, and slowly delivered them to the lips and tongue.

The food of low-level creatures... I have to say that it really suits his taste.

"Mr. Karburn."

The afternoon sun shone on every inch of Leon who turned back in astonishment, from flaxen to transparent hair, to the subtle changes in the face, to the muscular body that could not be concealed by the cloth shirt, especially the arms, the heat of the muscles changed from Each pinhole radiates outward.

sweet soul.

Paimon calmly took another bite of the truffle-drenched muffin and let out a pleasant sigh.

"Miss Raymond Gayton..."

A fool deceived by appearances.

Leon opened his round eyes, his pupils narrowed because of tension, and the flowing amber luster was like a truffle melting in Paimon's mouth.

"I am honored to meet you again."

"This bouquet of flowers is for you, as a thank you for your appreciation of my work."

Paimon's upper body leaned slightly over the fence to embrace the bouquet of sunflowers, as if embracing the hot temperature, and the radiance from her eyes was shocking because of her behavior.

"Thank you."

He answered with a smile.

Leon looked up at Miss Raymond Gayton, who was only separated from him by a fence, and he felt the temperature on his face slowly rising again.

"I'm Leon Karben, an apprentice of Charlemagne, a carpenter in the small town of Bryce."

He didn't know if it was because he was too nervous, but he no longer stumbled when he spoke.

"Nice to meet you."

But a lot of nonsense.

"I have a very presumptuous request..."

Leon stared closely at those soft dark eyes.

"Please allow me to come and share afternoon tea with you tomorrow afternoon."

What a bloody rude request.

What the hell am I talking about?

He watched helplessly as the pupils of the eyes were bent into the black moon, and while he kept cursing himself in his heart, he heard a soft "yes".

Leon froze immediately, he was ready to be politely rejected or even scolded, such as "I have a guest tomorrow", "Please forgive me for refusing such a rash request", after all, the high-ranking noble ladies need To maintain his own reputation, he did not expect the answer to be so concise and beyond his expectations.

Paimon felt the blazing heat of his soul again, and lowered his eyelids to hide the strange color that flashed across his eyes.He raised his hand and took a sip of the black tea. The fragrant tea washed his throat full of sweetness, bringing a different taste.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Carburn, then."

Leon tossed and turned in bed that night, having trouble sleeping.

In the next few days, weeks, or even a month, Leon would put down the tools in his hands after the copper bell of the town’s clock tower hit three times on time, and walk out of the workshop with a high-spirited brown paper bag containing sandwiches under the gaze of everyone. .

But he never asked to go inside the fence, he just sat on the green grass outside the fence and enjoyed the food at the same time as Paimon.

The initial chat between the two was just Leon simply sharing bits and pieces of his life or collected stories, Paimon responded from time to time, but sometimes Leon would find a topic that Paimon was slightly interested in, so he had a special conversation. ground research.Gradually, the deliberate acquaintance resulted in Miss Raymond Gayton's "Mr. Carlburn" and "Lyon".

As the price of sneaking out for a date, Leon had to light the gas lamp to complete the work alone when other apprentices fell asleep, so as not to avoid Master Charlemagne's violent trembling.

Even so, the evening rush was a quiet moment for Leon alone, reminiscing about the sweet times, and he was content with that.

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The relationship progress bar is slowly loading...(?_?;

6. Lake tour

Leon rubbed his sore eyes, looked around and saw the apprentices who were all buried in front of the wooden table and hurried to work, and sighed quietly.

He moved his wrists, turned around and stared at the huge wooden plinth in the middle of the workshop, and after a moment of silence, turned back to continue the work in hand.

I haven't seen Miss Raymond Gayton for two weeks...

Two weeks ago, a mysterious order from the royal capital ordered Charlemagne's workshop to make two huge gateposts, without any weird and remote requirements, but only required that the pillars be covered with flowers.But what is puzzling is why the employer chose such a small town with little reputation instead of the capital where skilled craftsmen are obviously superior in both quantity and quality?

This is also the doubt that everyone in the workshop has in their hearts.

but the employer