dessert and music

I have no resistance to all holidays, especially Halloween.

The small town of Yvars had already been decorated almost a few days ago, and even Mrs. Sidney filled the window with jack-o-lanterns and flowers carved from pumpkins.And Mrs. Martha has been pretty darn busy lately - who wouldn't want to dress up for the spooky holiday season?

In the past, I was looking forward to the arrival of Halloween, perhaps because of the scary and eerie atmosphere that is rarely seen in ordinary times; maybe it is because I can eat all the desserts made of pumpkins; maybe I am knocking on the door with my friends for candy, oh, now It turned into me giving candy to the kids.

But this time around, I'm looking forward to Halloween for something special - Eric's been secretly doing Halloween costumes.

I didn't know it at first, until one day I went to Eric's basement and saw a pile of red velvet cloth folded on the table.

If I had to say one of my favorite prom looks, it would be at the masquerade ball at the Paris Opera many years ago - the red skull is so memorable - although I didn't think about it that day. Wearing a mask made by Anne.

How sloppy!Now that I think about it, it really is...

"Honey, your knife is about to hit your hand." Eric's voice suddenly came from behind.My hand holding the knife trembled subconsciously, and the knife cut a hole on my originally smooth finger.

No longer can you be distracted while carving pumpkin lanterns!

Eric quickly took a piece of white gauze from the room to help me treat the wound.He gently wrapped my fingers with gauze, looked up at me and said: "Give me the knife, I will make a lamp."

Of course I was happy to hear him say that.

In terms of manual work, except for my talent in making desserts and cooking, I can't do anything else at all-but Eric is different, he is a master of mechanics, a master of construction, a composer, and a master of handicrafts (?)...and the song is so beautiful.

He took the knife from me that had just scratched me, and pulled out a new pumpkin from the side.When I wondered why he didn't use the half-carved one, his answer was:

"too ugly."

Hearing what he said, I immediately lowered my head and moved up the stairs step by step.That's what he said after hard work for more than an hour.

But I also think it's really ugly, but at least it's okay...

Forget it, let him go.

It's finally Halloween and I've received a gift from Eric for me.

I stared at the red velvet dress and the same red feather hat that he was holding in his hand, looked down at the clothes and stared at him blankly, and asked, "What is this for? "

He almost laughed when he saw my expression, and asked, "Do you remember the masquerade ball at the Paris Opera House?"

"Of course I do!" I'll never forget my childishly cute bunny mask, and Eric's amazing attire, for the rest of my life.

Seeing my puzzled expression, Eric asked again: "Then what am I wearing?" "A red velvet coat, a huge feather hat, and a moving skull mask..." It was only when I said this that I reacted.Eric took out another skull mask, which was a little smaller than his, and put it on the clothes.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed—Eric had been working on this outfit.

So that night, the children and some adults in the town saw a pair of men and women wearing red clothes, exaggerated feather hats, and skull masks.

Mrs. Martha wore a pure black witch hat and a wide cloak.I saw her first, Mrs. Martha was putting sweets in a little child's basket.

"Happy Halloween!" I put the prepared chocolate into Mrs. Martha's hands. "Thank you, honey." She smiled and handed me a handful of candy. "You guys look really nice—I'll leave you alone, have fun."

Eric was holding a beautifully carved jack-o-lantern, and he stopped to light a candle inside, while I put a handful of candies into a bat-painted lantern I was holding. basket.

"Your Halloween costumes are so pretty!" A black-haired little boy approached Eric and me. He was also dressed in a skeleton costume and said to us enviously with shining eyes.

I knelt down and touched his head, took out a few candies from the basket and handed them to him, saying, "Did you make the clothes on your body yourself?"

"Yes!" he replied proudly, trying to crane his neck.But when the child turned his head to look at the realistic skull on Eric's face, he became depressed again, and he muttered in a low voice: "But I still can't do well..."

I stuffed the sugar in my hand into his little pumpkin basket, and said to him with a smile: "Although we don't know your name, little boy. But you will definitely do better than him in the future - as long as you want Spend time on this, you have to work hard, you will definitely!"

He looked up at me and then at Eric, and said firmly, "I will! Thank you, ma'am!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to take a step to leave, but looked back at Eric Claire said with some gratitude: "Thank you too, sir!"

Eric nodded to the little boy, took my hand and put it on his arm again, looking at me with those charming eyes like gold: "Shall we go home?"

"Yeah!" I took out a piece of chocolate made by Eric from the basket and put it in my mouth.

The sweetness filled my mouth all of a sudden, I held his hand tightly and walked towards home together.

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It's really over!

I scatter flowers for myself—

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