dessert and music

They padded some things a little, and then they got into the carriage and drove to Ivars.

Hilda was still holding the package as before, but she was sitting upright in the carriage.Eric also sat in at this time, and the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became a little depressed.

"Show me the letter." Eric, who was sitting opposite, said suddenly.Hilda didn't move, she remained in the same sitting position.

He called again, "Hilda." "Huh?" Hilda sat up straighter, and she answered hesitantly, trying to play dumb. "The letter." Eric held out his hand, waiting for her action.

Seeing that he was so persistent, Hilda had no choice but to open the package and hand him the wrinkled letter.Eric took the letter and opened it to read it.

She pursed her lips nervously, and her breathing slowed down suddenly.

Eric didn't say anything when he saw the letter, but his breathing became a little short, and he suppressed his excited tone and said, "I'd better go outside."

Cook stopped, he opened the car door and got out.Hilda was still sitting in the same sitting position.

After a pause, Cook continued to move forward.

They finally arrived in Yvoire, a small town in eastern France.Hilda got out of the carriage as soon as she arrived, and they stopped at that inn only once on their way from Paris.

Eric didn't feel uncomfortable - not eating, drinking or sleeping for more than a week was normal, but Hilda really couldn't.

This town is indeed beautiful.She looked at the small town built of stone, with flowers on both sides of the narrow road.Every house is decorated with flowers and plants, windowsills, fences, and small courtyards are full of flowers.

"Honey, have you just come to Ivar?" A lady who was leading a child and holding a bouquet of flowers walked up to them and asked. "Yes. Good day, ma'am," returned Hilda politely.The lady handed the flowers to Hilda and said, "You too."

Eric led Cook to her side, and asked gently: "Excuse me, is there any vacant house in this town?" The lady thought for a while and said, "My neighbor seems to be moving out. , you can ask him. I am Mrs. Charles, and this is my daughter." The little girl beside him said good day to them softly.

Holding the bouquet, Hilda smiled and said, "I'm Hilda, and he's Eric." "Oh, are you newlyweds?" Mrs. Charles asked looking at a man and a woman in front of her. "No." Hilda replied with a little embarrassment.

"Sorry." Mrs. Charles said apologetically when she saw the unnaturalness of the brown-haired girl in front of her. "That's all right. Can that take some of your time to take us to your neighbors?" "Oh, of course." Mrs. Charles agreed happily.

Hilda walked beside Mrs. Charles and chatted with her. The little girl next to her took her mother's hand and turned her head to look at Eric who was following behind.

"This is it." Mrs. Charles stopped.Hilda heard the sound and saw the house in front of her—it was still the style here, a two-storey house built of stones, some stone bricks were painted in color, and some flowers were placed at the door and on the window sills.

Mrs. Charles stepped forward and knocked on the door, and someone opened it. "Good day, Mrs. Charles." It was a middle-aged man who opened the door, and he was still wearing a paint-stained apron.

"Good day, Mr. Eddie. These two friends who are new to the town want to ask you about the room." That Mr. Eddie looked very happy, and he let Eric and the others into the house with some excitement.

Mrs. Charles and her daughter did not go in. After greeting Mr. Eddy, they went to their home.

Eric tied Cook to the yard and followed Hilda into the house. "There are three floors here, and a basement." Mr. Eddie closed the door. He took out three teacups and poured some fruit tea. "Have some tea! Oh, where are you from?" "Paris." Eric picked up his teacup and said.

"Paris!" Mr. Eddy was excited again. "I've always wanted to go there! I really want to see the Paris Opera." Hilda is easily distracted when she hears the Opera House now, and she shook her hand with the teacup. pause.

Eric saw her little gesture and said, "Are you a painter?" "Yes!" He took off the apron covered in paint and said, "I want to sell the house here. Go out—and travel the world, at least all of Europe."

"What a beautiful idea, I hope you can realize it." Eric said again. "Thank you." Mr. Eddie smiled.

Hilda looked at the paintings around her, and then at Mr. Eddie, his eyes were full of love for art.

"What about you?" Mr. Eddie asked, looking at the two people in front of him.

Eric did not speak, and Hilda remained silent.

Seeing that they were not talking, Mr. Eddy coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "Then what do you think?"

"Okay," Eric replied, and Hilda nodded. "Then let's go upstairs and talk in detail?" He walked upstairs, and Eric followed.

Hilda sat downstairs and looked out the window——Ivar is indeed beautiful, and the people living here are polite and warm, and it is indeed a good place to live.

"Thank you, Mr. Eric." Mr. Eddie's voice came from the stairs, "Then I will take some paintings and things and go." "I think my carriage can help you." Eric said. "Thank you very much." That Mr. Eddie came down, packed up, and left with two bags of luggage and a few paintings.

Hilda was a little confused seeing his fast speed, and she looked at Eric who was standing at the top of the stairs. "Don't look at me like that, he wanted to leave here a long time ago." He came over and took out the violin he had been carrying.

That might be too fast...

Hilda stepped forward to pick up her package, took out a white cloth from it and spread it on the table first.

"Go and rest first, and clean up later." Eric said to her.Hilda nodded and carried the package up the stairs, leaving Eric alone on the first floor.

The home is well constructed with a study on the second floor, [-] bedrooms and a utility room that could be utilized.

Hilda walked to one of the bedrooms, put the package in her arms on the bed, took out the clothes inside and hung them in the closet.This bedroom is very clean. It seems that Mr. Eddy hasn't visited this bedroom many times after he arranged it except for cleaning.

After tidying up the closet, Hilda sat on the bed. She lay down and looked at the ceiling painted light pink.

Tired indeed, she wanted to close her eyes and rest as soon as she lay in bed—and Hilda did.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers in the small town of Ivar, I slowly fell asleep.

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