dessert and music

Hilda didn't know how many times she had looked out of the window—since the incident with Christine's wedding invitation last time, she would spend a little time by the window every day.

She gently closed the curtain and reached out to touch the patterns on it.

Eric had been gone for several days, and she didn't know where he was, whether it was Paris or somewhere else.

"Hilda." Madam Martha's voice came from outside the door.She regained her senses and stood up, hurriedly walked over and opened the door. "Oh! Hilda, why haven't you been walking around the town for so long, I thought you two had left Ivar." Mrs. Martha said with some concern, "What happened? I saw Mr. Eric go away alone a few days ago."

Hilda hooked the corners of her lips. She pushed back a step to let Mrs. Martha walk in, and said, "Eric is out." Mrs. Martha looked at her expression, walked to the sofa and sat down and said: "I don't feel that way." "Ma'am..." Hilda shouted helplessly.

"Didn't you make any desserts recently? You haven't come to my place for a few days, and I haven't eaten sweets for a few days." Mrs. Martha suddenly changed the subject, which made Hilda on the side heave a sigh of relief.She hurried to the kitchen, took out the chocolate cake she made, cut a piece and brought it to Mrs. Martha.

Mrs. Martha was also polite, she picked up a spoon next to it and dug a piece.

"It's not sweet, it's a bit bitter, isn't there no sugar in it?" Mrs. Martha said. "No," Hilda took a bite out of a spoon herself, "well, I forgot to add sugar." She stood up and took the piece of cake back.

"I knew you didn't have anything to eat here," Mrs. Martha smiled. She took out a few pieces of candy from her pocket and handed them to Hilda who had just come out of the kitchen. "Have a piece?" "Thank you. Hilda opened the candy wrapper and stuffed it into her mouth. Not long after, she frowned and said, "It's too sweet." "It's okay." Mrs. Martha ate a piece herself, "I haven't come yet Come over to your house and show me around."

Hilda nodded and led Mrs. Martha upstairs.

"This is my room, that's the study, and there's an empty room." She pointed to the door next to the corridor. "What about Mr. Eric?" Hilda pointed downstairs.Mrs. Martha understood at once—she also had a basement, but it was full of sundries.

"Why in the basement?" "Nothing." Hilda went into her room and opened the window.Mrs. Martha frowned and looked at her standing by the window, walked over to her side, and asked softly, "Do you want to?" "Of course..." Hilda sighed and replied softly.

"I don't know how to face it." She looked at Mrs. Martha with blank eyes. "It's just as good as before," Mrs. Martha said to her, and she smiled.

"It doesn't seem like a big deal to me," Mrs. Martha said to her. "After all, you two have been together for a long time. You are only just beginning."

Hilda stared at the street downstairs for a while before she turned to Mrs. Martha and said, "Thank you." Mrs. Martha took her hand and went down the stairs together. She glanced at the kitchen and said, "Tomorrow Don't forget to give me a piece of cake." He took another bag of biscuits before leaving.

Hilda sent Mrs. Martha to the intersection, and when she returned home, she saw the empty grass in front of the door, and suddenly thought of something.She bought some flower seeds from others before returning home.

There is always something to divert your attention, right?

She picked up the shovel in the corner of the living room that had not been used since Ivar, and was going to plant some flowers in the open space in front of the door.

"Where are you planting flowers?" Linda, who lives next door, took her daughter by the hand and asked Hilda, who was standing in front of the door holding a small packet of seeds. "Yeah." She looked up and smiled.Linda's daughter, Bella, saw her favorite elder sister and asked in a low voice, "Sister Hilda, I want to eat the cake you made." "Okay, can I make it for you tomorrow?" She walked away He went up and stroked Bella's hair and replied.Bella smiled shyly, and she shook her mother's hand.Linda looked at Hilda, she let go of Bella's hand, let her daughter go home by herself, walked into the yard and said, "I'll help you."

The front yard is not too big, and the two of them have been busy for a while and basically planted the bag of seeds in their hands.

Hilda buried the last piece of soil, raised her head and said to Linda, "Come in and have a cup of tea before you go." "No need." Linda smiled and waved her hand, "I'm going home first, Bella is waiting It’s me. You should rest early too!”

Hilda closed the door, picked up the kettle and poured herself a glass of water before going upstairs to her room.She put the cup on the table, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling again, the room was so quiet that only the sound of her breathing could be heard.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of a violin—a familiar sound.Hilda suddenly became excited, jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs in her bare feet.

It's the basement!She opened the door next to the stairs, but the sound of the violin stopped abruptly—the scene in front of her made her very disappointed.

There was no one in the basement, only a violin lying alone on the table.Hilda stepped forward and gently touched the violin with her hand. It belonged to Eric, and he brought it here from the cemetery in Pero town.

When Eric left the house that day, he took nothing.Hilda is a little worried now, but her worry is useless now, she touched the violin and sang softly:

"Sayyoulovemeeverywintermorning

that says you love me every winter morning

Turnmyheadwithtalkofsummertime

tell me about summer time

Sayyouneedmewithyounowandalways

say you need me now and forever

Promisemethallyyousayistrue

promise me everything you say is true

That's all I ask of you

That's all I ask of you"

She stopped singing at this point, looking at the empty basement, feeling a bit bitter in her heart.

Hilda has baked two cakes—a blueberry yogurt cake and a limoncello sponge.She put the limoncello in the kitchen, took off her gloves, packed the cake for Bella, and went out the door weighing it.

She came next door and knocked on Linda's door. "Good day, Hilda." Linda smiled at the door and handed a bouquet of flowers. "Good day, Linda." She took the bouquet, put the cake in Linda's hands, and asked suspiciously, "Where's Bella?" "She's going to class." Linda replied, "Come in and sit down?" ?” “No, I’m still baking at home.” Hilda waved her hand and closed the door.

She put the bouquet in a vase on the dining table, turned and walked into the kitchen.Hilda cleaned out the oven and cut herself a cake for lunch.

The chocolate cashew ganache plays the leading role in it, and the rich taste of chocolate fills the whole mouth.The lemon cheese is a little sour, but it is still delicious with the raspberry jam inside.

I'm going to Mrs. Martha's today.Hilda cut the remaining cake into two pieces and packed them. After closing the door, she went to Mrs. Martha's tailor shop.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Martha." Hilda greeted Mrs. Martha sitting at the table as soon as she entered the room. "Hilda? I just made a hat." Mrs. Martha stood up, took the cake in her hand, and put the hat on Hilda's head. "It's so pretty." Madam Martha exclaimed, "Here you are." Hearing her words, Hilda raised her hand and was about to take off the hat. "Put it on," Mrs. Martha persuaded. "Thank you then." Hilda lifted her hat, waved to her, closed the shop door and left the tailor shop.

Hilda, wearing a hat, walks the streets of the small town of Ivar at sunset. She walks slowly but briskly.She felt that she had never felt so relaxed.When I was almost at the door, a voice behind me suddenly called out—"Hilda."

When she heard this familiar voice, she stopped and turned around.

"Hilda," he called again, and Hilda looked down at the man's shoes.

Eric stepped forward, and he called again, "Hilda."

She looked up this time and looked into Eric's face.

He was still wearing a mask, but there was a smile on his face that she had never seen before.Wait, is it her eyesight or something, why is Eric here.

Eric looked at Hilda with a look of disbelief, and he called softly again: "I'm back, Hilda, I'm home."

The author has something to say:

I feel like I don’t have time to code words after school starts...

Every time I have to revise the text, but it is still not satisfactory.

Slipped away.