Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

There is a restaurant with a very good reputation in the Botanical Garden, and the branch even opened in the Raffles Hotel. Originally asked me to decide where to date, I would also take it into consideration: but I thought Ms. Pan De would choose a more exquisite shop, such as a high-altitude restaurant, a restaurant, etc., in short, it is worthy of her worth. place. The restaurants in the botanical garden are mostly built close to plants, either in the open air, or separated from many trees by beams and pillars. She doesn't like bugs, so she shouldn't make such a choice.

However, my wish was undoubtedly fulfilled. When I first saw her today, I wanted to take a walk with her in such a place. For a while, I didn't know whom to thank silently in my heart: it was Miss Pande who planned and dominated the date, or some **** that didn't exist.

The car parked outside, we put on masks and walked into the botanical garden. Miss Pande put down her sleeves on both sides, and even the cuff buttons were buttoned properly. I couldn't hold back a smile, but inexplicably feeling hot on her face, she carried the bag for her, and sorted and turned with the other hand. Folded dress collar. She buckled the neckline tightly, and asked, "Will it not look good enough?"

I couldn't help shook my head: "You really don't know anything about your beauty."

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows and took the bag from my hand: "Since when, can beauty affect clothes in turn?"

"It should be said that it is always the case. Fashion is when beautiful people wear rags, and then people rush to follow suit."

"Who said that?" She frowned slightly, "This is completely wrong."

"I said."

Miss Pande paused, and said very smoothly: "Let me correct: This is not entirely correct. At least we know that the part of the'competition to imitate' is fact."

I looked at her: "Since when did you tell such a lie?"

"I am always considerate to my date."

I quietly guarded her on the side of the path that was a little farther away from the plants, but because the plants here were too lush, many children did not stay on the line according to the rules, and from time to time, there were unpruned leaves climbing to the side of the road. This is an innocuous blocker. When this kind of avoidance is inevitable, I gently clasped her shoulders, but after walking past that section, I put my hand down.

Miss Pan De thanked me in a low voice.

Our destination is not far from the Nassim Gate. In the middle of the Botanical Garden, it is the restaurant with an excellent reputation. It takes a little time to walk over. Today is Saturday and there are a lot of people in the park. I said, "When is our reservation?"

"At half past six. The restaurant will reserve a place for us until seven."

I nodded: "Mind if you take a short walk?"

"of course not."

So we chose a path with fewer people. She walked side by side with me, and occasionally rubbed the back of my hand against me. I hesitated, but I still felt wrong, and finally put my hand in my trouser pocket. It is undoubtedly a pity that I can’t breathe as much as I can in such a place. Some children quietly took off their masks and approached a beautiful **** flower, but they were immediately reprimanded by the guardian in a low voice.

I walked a bit slowly, and I laughed when I watched her sandals carefully find a foothold on the concrete walkway soaked in grass green.

Miss Pan De squinted her eyes: "You often laugh today."

"Anyone who is honored to date you will laugh a lot."

She didn't see the response that should have appeared after being complimented, and only said: "This answer is cheating."

"I'm just telling a fact." Suddenly, I became interested. "When you were young, did you ever play the game of "walking the white line"?"

"Are you saying that you should set a goal yourself so that you can't step on a certain line when you walk?"

I nodded.

"No." Unexpectedly, she denied, "I... rarely have the opportunity to walk to and from school."

I raised my eyebrows: "It sounds like a scent of money."

"It's not like that." She smiled and patted my arm. "When I was young, my family was always overly nervous. We are still a small and famous family here, but because of my face, my dad will There are additional worries. They have relaxed a lot after arriving in the United States. Even though they are in boarding school, I still feel that I have gained a rare freedom."

I tilted my head and said in a low voice: "Because you are too beautiful?"

Miss Pan De glanced at me and smiled: "Yes."

She used the word "face" instead of "skin color," and I understood that it was not a matter of race. But I don't know her native cultural background or family, so it may be offensive to make any comments rashly. After so many years of overseas experience, I have learned a truth: never cross the border. Sometimes people may feel that they are just curious, but they don't know that there is usually a lot of malice behind this. This unawareness of evil is terrible, and in extreme cases, it can even distort a person's morals.

"I thought you presupposed certain rules. For example, yellower ground can be stepped on, but greener ground can't." I turned the topic off, and returned to her criteria for choosing a place to stay. "Isn't that true?"

"Your statement is cute." She blinked, "but I'm just avoiding bugs."

I laughed: "Maybe the Botanical Garden is not our best choice. Although there are not many mosquitoes here, I can't say that there are none. You will have a hard time tonight."

She returned me a meaningful look: "Let's hope it's worth it."

The restaurant has arranged a "window" seat for us. But there are no windows at all here, and all the beams and columns are green. The palm tree closest to us can even touch its leaves as soon as we reach out. It feels a bit like eating in the forest—but there are blue and white tiles on the ground embedded in the small gray pebbles, full of Southeast Asian style.

Considering that Singapore is such a special place, it is natural to snuggle up with palm trees for dinner.

The theme of this shop is ginger. The French cuisine is improved and the portions are generous. The grilled lamb chops are especially excellent. We chose them according to the recommendation of the waiter. Miss Pan De seems to be here for the first time, but she has done a lot of homework and can introduce a few words when the main course comes up. The buttons and cuffs of her neckline returned to their original positions when she was seated, occasionally blocking her chest when she spoke.

I want to say that it doesn't matter if you buckle it, but when you think about it, you can't say it.

She hated bugs so much and insisted on choosing this place. She couldn't live up to her affection.

I had a great time for dinner.

On the return trip, it was already dark, and all the lights in the botanical garden were turned on. It seemed that there was another beauty different from the daytime. The night scene here is more local than usual, maybe it is some kind of prejudice of mine? I always feel that the sights at night make it easier for people to realize the essence of Singapore.

Shanghai is lively and Hong Kong is prosperous, but Singapore is an orderly city surrounded by greenery.

I walked through the woods with her.

"Sometimes I feel like I still like it here." I occasionally rubbed my shoulders against her, with a secret intimacy. "There are many trees, convenient transportation, people are very efficient, and the local cats in Singapore are also very cute. ."

"Do you get bored sometimes?" She looked at me and didn't seem to mind the touch.

"Well... the place is too small for one thing, and the weather is too single. Either it is too hot or it is rainstorm." In order to cooperate with her, my steps were very slow and my body was a little shaky.

It was obviously Miss Pan De who opened the head first, but she laughed first, almost unable to stop, really overbearing. Fortunately, there are no other people on the road, and our naive behavior will not cause trouble to others.

I held her wrist when she was about to fall, just gently, and quickly let it go: "Before I came to Singapore, I had lived in a place with heavy snow in winter, and occasionally I would feel nostalgic. You like it. Is it snowing?"

Miss Pan De is still playing the slow version of "Stepping on the White Line" persistently, saying: "I don't know. After the long summer, when the first snow falls every year, I will feel an inexplicable sense of excitement. Maybe. Because it’s Thanksgiving and Christmas soon? But think about it, it’s not my holiday. Coupled with the fact that Boston can really get very, very cold, it’s really hard for me to say clearly how I feel about winter."

"Did you go to school in Boston from the start? When you first arrived in the United States."

"Correct."

"Wow. That's been many years." I calculated it, "In terms of time, it's almost your home."

"Yes." She spoke very softly, and stopped to look at me, her eyes gloomy, "but not."

I drove the car on the return trip. She was obviously relieved to hand over the car to me, but to be honest, my third-level driver's license was changed directly after the theory test. My experience in driving a right-hand drive car is quite limited. After wearing the seat belt, she did not forget to ask her about this car. Insurance situation.

Her mood improved slightly because of my joke.

"Sonia." When I waited for the traffic light, I turned to look at her. Seeing her looking over, I couldn't help laughing, and at the same time solemnly said: "I had a great time today. And I was very relaxed, which is very rare. Thank you."

Miss Pan De's eyes were gentle enough to make people fall in for a long time. But almost instantly, her expression showed a little teasing, and said: "You should send a message and tell me this when you get home."

"—Can you then get the signal for the second date?"

She glanced at me, just looking at the road ahead: "I am very good at reading signals, I don't need that."

My foot tapped the accelerator without looking at her: "I want to have a second date with you."

Her voice in reply was slow for a few beats: "Each each other."

The car drove back to Miss Pande's apartment parking lot. I deliberately slowed down my breathing, for fear that any change would betray my nervousness. She almost followed me out of the car, and didn't even get her mobile phone, which was still stored in the glove box.

I handed the key back to her. Miss Pan De stood a little far away from me.

I moved my throat: "Sonia."

"Um?"

"Do you mind being intimate with me in public?" I looked at her.

She took a step closer and did not speak. However, Miss Pande's unfinished words have leaked from my eyes, and I can feel it, like an invisible hand lingering around my cheek, and finally choose a satisfactory resting place.

She kissed me.