[HP] Born to be a pair

By the time Renee got home, it was getting dark and snowflakes were falling from the dark blue velvet sky.

The quiet forest on weekdays looks even more gloomy at night, especially the miser old Hawke who refuses to pay to repair the streetlights beside the path. If she rides back alone, she will be in danger of tripping.

Fortunately, after Willy closed the shop, he kindly offered to drive Renee home in a pickup truck that only needed to put her bicycle in the cargo compartment and go on the road.

After saying goodbye to Willy, Renee wrapped her ferret coat tightly and walked through the door.

Old Hawk may have already slept on the bed, and there were no lights on either the first floor or the second floor, so she had to walk upstairs step by step on the solid part of the stairs under the starlight.

Renee didn't sleep very well at night. Although she didn't have a nightmare, she woke up several times for no reason.Between half-dream and half-awake, she kept hearing the sound of walking and moving heavy objects from the living room downstairs.

And who would come and steal from this cottage?All the pounds were banked by old Hawke, and Renee didn't have a single piece of expensive jewelry.

The only expensive items in the house were Mrs. Hawke's relics, but they were all locked in cast iron boxes, buried deep under their marriage bed, and firmly held down by old Hawke.

The morning mist and the light that shone through it woke Renee from her slumber.

Her bare feet twitched slightly, like a dog dreaming of chasing rabbits.There was the sound of a car starting outside the front yard—it was Old Hawke getting up early to go to work in the factory.

With the sound of the car leaving the path, Renee finally came downstairs in her dressing gown, and she was going to make herself a sandwich and stewed soybeans with tomato sauce.

But when she yawns and walks into the living room, she sees a Christmas miracle!

It was a fir tree, even though it was not tall, the flat leaves were green and green, and the umbrella-shaped crown was intertwined with lush greenery, which was beautiful and healthy.

At its feet there were decorations from Mr. Penrose, ribbons and bouquets of holly hanging from the tail of the fir tree in odd and nondescript ways.

Renee pursed her lips tightly into a straight line, faintly feeling nauseated, with symptoms of stomach cramps, her eyes were wide open, and she felt slightly sore and swollen around her eyes.

"That's crazy," she muttered, walking around the undecorated Christmas tree and heading straight for the kitchen. "In the middle of the night, you go to cut down the tree..."

After making an appointment with Mr. Penrose at one o'clock in the afternoon, Renee prepared two meals and placed them on the round table.

After lighting up the stove, I bent my legs and began to decorate the fir tree with great interest on the Far East carpet I bought in a second-hand store.

In the past, when celebrating Christmas at Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick would lead everyone to decorate the nearly three-foot-high Christmas tree with a wand.

The magical Christmas objects on the tree can sing and talk, and the ribbons and snowflakes are firmly attached to the leaves, emitting sparkling lights.

But honestly, she can't sing, and the decorations that can't speak are also very beautiful, at least in the eyes of Renee at this time, the gold and silver ribbons and holly bouquets that she hung up with her own hands are really unparalleled beauty!

Such a good mood may last a whole day, and when she came to the center of the village by bicycle, the faint smell of bread in the air made Renee feel even more happy.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Penrose!"

Renee pushed open the glass door and walked into the warm dessert room, where Mr. Penrose was busy making coffee for Mrs. Griffey.

The coffee machine he purchased was very professional, with many buttons and handles, so when seeing the dark brown coffee not dripping down the spout into the cup, but swirling and spraying towards him, Renee couldn't help but shudder.

"Ah— Renee, it's good that you're here at last."

On a snowy December day, Mr. Penrose's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said to Mrs. Goffey apologetically.

"Please sit down and wait for a while, young people will use this kind of machine... Alas... If Joan hadn't returned home early..."

Mrs. Goffey smiled forgivingly on her kind round face. She nodded, then turned to look at Renee who was walking into the counter, and shouted in surprise.

"Little Hawk girl! Are you back for the festival too - that's really nice, I'm still worried that Greg will have to go to church in town alone again!"

"Oh—yes, Mrs. Goffey, hello."

Renee took over Mr. Penrose's disaster scene, tying a yellow apron sewn with periwinkle around her waist, and resetting the coffee machine according to the instruction manual.

"This year, my father and I spent the festival at home and didn't go anywhere."

"Poor kids, you live too far away and don't come to events often...do you have enough ingredients for Christmas dinner?"

"Should be enough, we have canned and frozen food, and flour, yeast - Mrs. Griffey, do you need anything else?"

"What?! Didn't you buy whole chicken or beef?"

Renee, smiling politely, pushed the tray of hot coffee and croissants towards the chattering Mrs. Goffey.

She seemed to decide something on her own, left an overly enthusiastic smile, and took the tray away.

"Oh, Renee, what a job!"

Mr. Penrose, who came out of the bakery, saw that she had mastered the coffee machine proficiently, and he couldn't help showing a look of relief.

"The price list is behind you, here is cocoa powder, here is milk..."

After explaining all the key points of work, he confidently entrusted the whole shop to Renee and his son Willie.

Before leaving, Mr. Penrose said with a hearty smile: "I'm really sorry - there will be many relatives and friends at home this year, and I have to rush back to help my wife prepare."

"Goodbye, Mr. Penrose." Renee pursed her lips. "Merry Christmas."

There has been a lack of kind and dignified adult women in her life.Mrs. Duncan, of Primrose Lane, counts one, and Mrs. Penrose, of Lyndhurst, counts one.

But Mrs. Duncan was older, and often caused some romantic dramas to be staged in front of the young Renee; as for Mrs. Penrose, although she cared about Renee, she still had her own son Willie.

After Renee had lived all these years, a powerful grief still haunted her.

"If Mom was still alive, everything would be different."

But why?Why is it different?But she couldn't answer, she was only lost in the nostalgia for the unknown mother's love, and bravely moved forward to find a chance to survive.

The crisp sound of the bell for entering the store rang, awakening Renee's sanity.The Asian girl I met yesterday and a few beautiful girls who were traveling with me entered the store laughing.

"welcome."

Renee immediately put on her most polite and enthusiastic smile, and while they were discussing and looking at the price list, she couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the bakery.

Sure enough, Willy's dough-like round face was pressing against the round glass of the door panel, staring at the leader with a wince and fascination.

"Can we have three croissants, two soufflés, one hot cocoa and four mochas?" said the lead girl.

Renee wrote down the order, and asked casually while looking for money for them: "Of course, ma'am - are you here to visit the town? There will be a market during Christmas week here, so you can go and see it if you are interested." oh."

"We heard it before!" A little girl with hair dyed yellow said with a smile. Hua must stay until January."

The leading girl must be Sihua, she couldn't help but blushed, and patted the back of her companion's hand with her hand, and after accepting the change with Renee's smile, she sat with them by the window.

Willy may have been too blatant, but the batch of soufflés being made was unprecedented in size and weight, making Renee's one-meter distance with the tray seem so stressful.

Fortunately, the two amazingly sized soufflés attracted their attention, so Renee pressed a note to the bottom of the hot cocoa cup in front of Sihua without anyone noticing,

"If you need anything else, please let me know." Renee said with a smile.

Sihua was eating a soufflé, she choked, she picked up the cup and began to drink cocoa, her companion found the note, Sihua quickly unfolded the note to check, and several of them looked at Renee in unison— —

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Renee still had an innocent smile on her face.

Sihua turned to look at the door of the baking room. Willie's face flashed across the round glass, and he quickly squatted down as if frightened, and knocked the door loudly.

Renee observed Sihua by tidying up the mug - she didn't look disgusted, and she was a little shy, which meant that Willie was not hot.

Then she opened the bag, took out a lipstick, and began to write and draw on the note.

When the chattering girls left, Sihua stood at the door of the bakery for a while, but the timid Willy still refused to come out, even Renee reminded her in every possible way.

"They're gone!" cried Renee sullenly. "Can you come out now?"

The sky-blue air door was pushed open, and there was a creaking sound of lack of lubricating oil. Willie stepped out of it with drooping dull blond hair, and kept wiping the apron in front of him with his hands, leaving traces of flour.

"Oh, please! Willy!" Renee said, "clean that table for me, will you?"

She pointed to the bathroom door behind her again, and motioned to Willy.

Willie, in an effort to show apology and displeasure with himself, hastily complied with her request, changed his apron, and went to clear the table.

The narrow door of the toilet was half-closed, and Renee was lying on the crack of the door, showing a pair of sly eyes staring at his back—as he got closer, he picked up the mug and found the note pressed underneath. .

"Cough—um..." Renee turned on the tap, pretended to wash her hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

"... Renee?" Willie's voice trembled slightly. "She-she-she left me an email address...wait, is it for me?!"

"Could it be for me?" Renee couldn't help saying, laughing with him again, "This is really great! What a coincidence, Willie! You're too shy to talk to her face to face, so do it electronically." Email to get to know each other."

She spread the torn top half of the paper on the table, which read——

'The wind shakes the lovely buds of May, but your eternal summer will not fade.

It would be a great gift to me if this lovely lady would write down her contact details.

If you will interrupt, please tear up this note and throw it in the trash in memory of this abrupt little episode of Christmas. '

Now that Sihua has lipstick on the email address, the top half of the note is no longer needed.

Renee carelessly tore the note to pieces and threw it into a blazing stove in the corner.

The author has something to say:

Cupid Renee is online, using her wealth of sultry experience to help others!Will get better holiday wishes~

感谢在2021-10-0723:14:06~2021-10-0912:31:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of turquoise;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!