dessert and music

Between the time I got back from Paris and the time the bakery opened, it seemed to me that Hilda was hiding from me.

She spends less and less time at home—as long as I come out of the basement, I can't see the sweet figure standing in the kitchen.

"Maybe she's going out to do something." I think so every time.

I started sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for her, staring at the door waiting for it to open.Maybe it's because I'm too impatient, or it's also the reason why I can't sit still. I can't wait for the clock hanging on the wall to go up a small division, so I go back to the basement from the living room.

Believe me, being in a basement for long periods of time can be really depressing, but more of a boredom - something I've only recently felt.During the days I stayed at the Paris Opera House, I never had such an idea—maybe there are too many interesting things happening there, and when I walk through those dark passages, I can always hear some restless three or four The two leaned against a wall to discuss the innocuous "news", accompanied by laughter.

Hilda might like it, but I really don't.

She likes everything - as long as it is something that can become a hobby, she will always touch it.

For example, there is a new flower shop on the corner of the street.She would feel uncomfortable if she didn't see the proprietress there for a day.She spends less and less time in the kitchen, and even those kitchen utensils that are used dozens of times a day are now less than used a week in a week.

But there are always some benefits to going to the flower shop, such as Hilda's fresh scent of flowers, and a few flowers in my hand every time I come home-but these are not what I want, my only hope The only thing is that she can stay at home longer.

But thinking about it now, it seems a little unrealistic.

I was still sitting on the chair in the basement with Hilda's diary in my hand.Of course, that's what Hilda showed me—a diary, but a cookbook.

Time flies by in the basement.There are no windows here, let alone smells from the kitchen, and the only thing that lets me know the time is the wall clock on the wall—well, that's what Hilda asked me to hang.

The reason she gave me is - let me eat on time.It's important, if it's just one time, yes, even one time I forget to go to the table, she'll say it's been a day or two.But I don't find it annoying. On the contrary, I still like her talking non-stop in my ear.

She put her diary here, and I don't know why.I opened it before going to bed as usual, but there was not only the sound of pages being turned on the desk in the basement, but also the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Hearing the sound, I put down the diary in my hand and looked up towards the stairs leading to the living room.Hilda with long hair came in wearing only a thin pajamas. She clasped her body with her hands and seemed to be shaking.The basement is indeed a bit cold. It is not enough to wear only a thin layer of clothing in the dark environment for a long time, let alone in the middle of the night.I hastily rose from my chair and threw one of my black cloaks over her.

"I can't sleep..." she said faintly, clutching the cloak tightly with her hands again, and looking up at me with her somewhat pale face hidden in the long brown hair.There was a layer of water ripples in those light blue eyes, which were shining by the candlelight. She sat on the only chair here, her body curled up together.

"Can't sleep?" I moved the candle holder on the table to where she was sitting.The yellowish light was reflected on her face, and I seemed to be able to see that there were still some tears on her face—what's the matter?

I frowned and was about to ask, but she stepped forward and said, "I go to Mrs. Sidney's every day because of the bakery. I just want to get these things done quickly and spare the rest of the time." She He stopped, glanced at me, and buried his head in again.

"You need rest."

She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and said, "I know, Eric—but I can't sleep." "Maybe you need to hear something? A story?" I suggested.She opened her eyes, blinked a few times quickly, and said, "I don't want to hear it." "Music?" "That's the best." She said with a smile. "Which one do you like?" I walked to the table and looked at the sheet music arranged by Hilda. "Hmm..." She pointed her chin with her finger and thought for a while, "The one in the music box."—I knew it.She loves that piece so much, I can hear her humming it every day in the kitchen.

"it is good."

Hilda was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I went up to her and sat down next to her.She turned her face to look at me seriously.

I sang softly, and the sound echoed in this small basement—like magic. When the first sound sounded, Hilda was already a little drowsy.When the whole song was over, the gentle breathing sounded in my ears.I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders, she tilted her head and leaned on my shoulders, the corners of her mouth slightly raised showed that she was having a sweet dream now.

I put my arms around her body and picked her up.I need to take her to the second floor, it's really cold here.

This is the second time I hug her.

She is still so light, it seems that there is no change from last time.Stepping very lightly and slowly, I stepped on the stairs and sent her back to her room.

When I was about to put her on the bed, she moved in my arms.The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her thick eyelids with some difficulty and glanced at me, then quickly closed them.I carefully and gently put her on the bed.When I turned around and was about to leave, I found that there was a force behind me preventing me from leaving.

I glanced back at the hem of my dress - Hilda was holding the black fabric tightly with one hand, her eyes were closed, lying motionless on the bed.

Staring at the extraordinarily fair fingers at night, I gently sat on the side of her bed—I had no choice but to be here with her tonight.She seemed to feel that someone sat down beside her, and the hand that was holding the hem of the clothes was slightly loosened.I stood up again, and she tugged on the material again.

I smiled helplessly, opened the folded quilt and covered her tightly, leaned against the bed again, and looked sideways at the smile on her face.

She looked genuinely happy, maybe because of the sweet dreams she was having.

I don't know what's wrong, I carefully leaned down to her face, and quickly and lightly dropped a kiss on her slightly pink cheek.Being so close to her, I saw her blink a few times quickly, said something in a low voice, and turned her head to the other side.

I just hope she doesn't wake up now.

As if nothing happened, I leaned against the bed again, changed a comfortable position and closed my eyes.

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Maybe it will be over in a few days, only the last chapter is left.

There will be a few episodes after the end.

I'm about to say goodbye to my eldest daughter, I can't bear it...

let me cry for a while.

I don’t know how many times, but once again, thanks to the little angels who clicked on the favorite comment, thank you! ! !