dessert and music

Hilda went upstairs into the kitchen, and sure enough there were bags of flour and other ingredients on the kitchen counter, as well as a basket of fresh strawberries.

Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand was about to reach the middle, she quickly tidied up the kitchen and began to prepare the baked strawberry cake.

After she finished whipping the vanilla moussein, she suddenly thought of what Mr. Eddy said—there is no bakery in this town.There are even fewer chances for people in that town to meet each other.Hilda loves meeting new people, chatting with neighbors, and hearing each of their stories.

Putting the cake embryos into the oven, she stood in front of the window with her arms naturally on the windowsill and looked out.

Wisps of sunshine shone on this town loved by flowers. Hilda raised her hand to cover the glare of the sun and looked at the church in the town—there must be wonderful music there.

"Excuse me, are you new to Ivars?" A little boy passing by with a few flowers asked politely when he turned his head and saw Hilda standing in the room. "Yes." Hilda smiled at him and said, "How are you today?" "Very good!" The little boy stood on a stone and took out a flower with dew still on it.

Hilda took the flowers and put them on her chest. She looked around and found that there was nothing in the room that could be returned to the little boy.She said apologetically: "If you have time tomorrow, you can come here, and I will prepare a small gift for you." The little boy nodded happily, smiled and waved his hands and walked to another street.

She came to the table and put the flowers in a vase on the table.Putting on the gloves that were set aside, he returned to the kitchen.

Hilda took the sponge cake out of the oven, spread vanilla mousseline cream on top, and drizzled strawberry syrup.She picked up the tray and went back to the basement.

Eric had put his pen aside and was doing something with a small, dainty shiny object in his hand.Hilda went over and put the plate in his hand.

"You did this." Eric stopped what he was doing, glanced at the cake on the plate and said to Hilda. "Yeah." She looked up and looked around, and said again, "Well... don't stay in the basement, the scenery in Ivar town is still pretty good, you can go out for a walk or something." It's a bit dark here , and even a little damp.Although he used to be in the basement of the Opera House, there were far more candles than here.

"I'll light a few more candles."

Being in the house all the time is bound to get boring.Of course Hilda felt the same way. She walked to the door, reached for the coat that had been hung up, opened the door and walked out.

Although the yard at the entrance is clean, other residents of Ivar have some flowers and plants in their front yards, so it is necessary to find some time to take care of the front yard.

Hilda opened the gate, and she noticed a mailbox next to it.

"Hilda!" Linda just came out of the house at this time and shouted to Hilda. "Good afternoon, Linda." "It's just right, I just wanted to find you. I just came here for the second day, and I'll show you a little familiar!" Linda said enthusiastically.

Of course Hilda was very happy, after all, she had a little idea of ​​opening a bakery here, so she agreed with a smile.

The sun was unexpectedly bright today, and the children in the town also ran out of their homes to play outside.They saw Linda walking on the road and stopped to say hello to her one by one.

"Good afternoon! Mrs. Charles!" Hilda heard this slightly familiar voice. It was the little boy who gave her flowers at noon. "Oh, Charlie, good afternoon!" Linda said, waving to the boy named Charlie.

"Good afternoon, miss!" Charlie also noticed the familiar Hilda. "Good afternoon!" Linda nodded to those children, took Hilda's hand and left here.

"Charlie is a good boy," she said, "he delivers all the letters in the town, and the teacher says he is a good student." Hilda nodded accordingly. That boy really made people feel very comfortable.

"There is a church here, a castle - there are only people guarding it, and there is a school." Linda led her forward, "There is a hotel. There are also flower shops and restaurants, but I don't go there often."

Hilda looked at the shops with signboards on both sides of the road. There are quite a lot of shops here.

"By the way, are you two going to find a job?" Linda turned around and asked.Work?Hilda frowned and thought that she would really like to open a bakery now, but Eric didn't know.

Linda looked at her slightly embarrassed expression and said, "Where is Mr. Eric? I know you have some savings, but you can't just have expenses without income." Hilda nodded clearly and said, "We Haven't talked about it yet."

They wandered around the town for a while, and the sun was about to set before the two began to walk back.

Linda's daughter stood anxiously at the street corner waiting for her mother.When she saw her mother, she ran over and threw herself into Linda's arms. "I'll go first, see you tomorrow." Linda patted her daughter on the shoulder, said to Hilda and went back.

Hilda kicked the gravel on the path and walked slowly back to the house.As soon as she opened the door, she saw Eric sitting on the sofa, and she muttered softly, "Why are you still wearing a mask..."

"Back?" Eric glanced out the window, it was completely dark.When Hilda hung up her coat and walked to his side, she said, "With Mrs. Charles?" "Yes. We took a stroll around town together," Hilda replied.

"A gentleman came to deliver the curtains just now, but I didn't open the door." Eric said calmly.Hilda froze for a moment. She saw the mask on his face and knew that Eric didn't want to see strangers now, so she said, "Mr. Eddie should come back tomorrow, it's fine."

Eric nodded slightly, and he stood up and walked towards the door leading to the basement.Seeing his movements, Hilda quickly said, "Eric, can you stay in the living room for a while?"

He paused for a few seconds before saying, "Next time."

She watched the door close, feeling a little irritable suddenly.She sat on the sofa, staring at the fireplace in front of her in a daze.She didn't know how long it took before she came back to her senses and got up and closed the curtains that hadn't been replaced.Glancing at the basement door, he turned and went upstairs to his room.

Hilda returned to her room and found a small thing on her desk. It was only when she walked in that she realized it was a small music box.Holding up this square music box, gently turn the spring next to it.

The crisp sound of the music box rang in the room, and Hilda's eyes widened when she heard the familiar melody - it was exactly the same as the melody of the little monkey music box she had left in Paris!

Hilda stared at the music box intently, and suddenly she remembered the masquerade ball at the Paris Opera House.

People stood together in the magnificent hall and sang loudly, everyone's face was full of smiles.She thought of Anne, of Christine and Viscount Charney--and Lady Irene.How are they doing now?

The sound of the music box stopped here.

But she has now arrived in the small town of Yvals with Eric, and cannot return to Paris.Hilda closed her eyes and took a deep breath, turned the music box again, and put it on the bedside.

This should be Eric's work, right?She stared at the music box for a while, and found that several letters were engraved on it.

She picked up the music box and carefully stared at the engraved words——

"Hilda's"

She laughed, picked up the music box and pressed it tightly against her cheek, and said something softly.

A shadow suddenly flashed outside the door that hadn't been closed yet.

The author has something to say:

Wonderful music box, I even bought one myself.

Thanks again to the little angels who read here! !

love you~