Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

"Is such that."

After chatting for a while, the members of the Film Research Club began to discuss excitedly. Sophia stopped and looked at Clyde who was walking side by side with Winnet, and found that the two were talking quietly.

"You are an astonishingly beautiful lady."

After the fight just now, he really understood the gap between himself and this lady.Not only in skill, but also in mind, the other party had a vague upper hand. He had guessed the identity of his murderer early in the morning, breaking the plan he thought was perfect.

"Reply."

"After arriving in Japan, I am willing to serve you. Is there anything more promising than working under the chairman of the company?"

"Jesus loves you, sir."

After getting the answer, Winnet followed the team, and then she chose to refuse the celebration banquet, saying that she would go to sleep after cleaning up the rainwater.

Because she wanted to see Shirley sooner.

Considering Winnet's age, no one persuaded her to come.

She felt alive and energetic, and her pace was not as usual, but a little faster.She opened the door of the cabin with the key, and happened to see Shirley sitting at the low table with the heater on, drinking coffee.

"Drink less, it's not good for your health."

"You don't have the right to accuse me. I've been drenched by the rain. Well, I'll pay attention, and you should clean it up quickly."

"Anxin, I'm fine." As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sneezed.

It seemed that her words were not convincing, which made her feel ashamed of her self-confidence just now.

"Looks like God doesn't admit you're a fool. Maybe that's good news?"

"Shirley..."

Miss Winnet felt aggrieved.

Shirley, cross-legged, tossed the towel to Winnet four yards away. "When you come out, wrap yourself with a quilt, and I'll boil hot water, and I'll give you a warm compress later."

"That's right!" Shirley walked towards Winnet.

Seeing Shirley approaching, Winnet shifted her gaze.Then Shirley sniffed Winnet like a customer trying out a perfume.

"what happened?"

"See if there is any strange smell."

"weird smell?"

"You take a shower quickly. Or, do you want me to wash it for you?"

……

ps: Dazhang, made up for yesterday, added an extra chapter the day before yesterday, and owed 21 chapters.After receiving everyone's opinions, I will speed up the pace, intersperse the events of the past five years, and write more about the psychological changes of different characters and original characters.In pain, the update at the beginning of next month may not be very stable, try to maintain it, and hope everyone will continue to support it.

take a day off

The author was in so much pain that he couldn't move or concentrate.

It may be acute fasciitis or acute gout, there is no swelling, tightness, pain everywhere, it may be the former.

Online said 4-7 days may be good.

2 and a half days now.

It's even worse today, I can't get out of bed, and I feel like cramps all the time.

The pain was so bad that I couldn't type at all.

Just got anti-inflammatory medicine.

Maybe in another two or three days the symptoms will subside.

Take another day off.

Woo.

117 night talk

Miss Winnet was very depressed.

This sudden cold made her the source of the virus in Shirley's eyes, not to mention getting closer, even when she was sleeping, Shirley turned her back to her, and could only glimpse a vague back.

As soon as she was depressed, it seemed that her immunity had also declined. She was in a weak state for several days, as if she had confirmed the image of a sick and weak girl. The members of the Film Research Society also regarded her as a little sister and took care of her meticulously. .

On the other hand, Shirley is in a mature and stable form that makes people feel tricky.

As the weather warmed up slightly, Shirley stood on the deck with others to watch the sea view, while she stayed in the public lounge, feeling a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Clyde came to her with a cup of hot cocoa and squeezed a "I understand" look.

Miss Winnet had a big question mark in her heart.

He put down the hot cocoa and said in a way I totally understood, "It's hard to be sick."

Winnet looked at him and quickly guessed his weird attitude.

It seems that she is pretending to be sick in order to win sympathy and conceal the truth.

I have to say, he is very good at brainstorming.

Putting down the hot cocoa, he left with Sofia.

Miss Winnet sat and rested bored, chanting scriptures in her heart, intending to avoid worldly troubles.

Shirley, who walked into the lounge, saw Winnet sitting up straight with her eyes closed, as if she was doing mass, and then quietly came to Winnet's side, and quickly moved her face close to her ear.

Then, take a deep breath.

Miss Winnet was surprised: "Ah!"

Seeing that the prank was successful, Shirley smiled slightly and sat beside her.

"Shirley, what are you doing?"

Um, everyday teasing you?

She felt that Winnet's reactions were always funny, so she couldn't help but make more little moves.

"If you're so focused, you won't be able to find something if it's stolen."

Winnet felt fooled, the only thief on the ship had just been arrested, not to mention she was poor and white, and had nothing to steal.

"I can sense it."

"Really, then why didn't you find me coming?"

Miss Winnet felt bitter. Shirley deliberately changed her walking habits just now, and she quickly leaned her face towards her the moment she passed by her. How could she have expected that it was someone who would do this?

What a crafty girl.

"I give in," Winnet said.

"Say it as if I'm arguing with you."

"I didn't say that."

"In this case, when you recover from illness, how about singing to me?"

"Yes, yes, but there is jazz in the bar."

"That's a promise." Shirley smiled triumphantly, "It's best to record it... Well, I want a gift like a walkman."

Winnet was stunned for a moment. Shirley's request seemed to be a whim at first glance, but when she thought about it carefully, she knew the meaning behind it.

I'm afraid that after arriving in Japan, the two of them will rarely have the chance to meet each other, so they asked for this.

There are many things that can represent a person, but the sound is more reminiscent of the feeling of being with someone than a slightly thin object.

Winnet felt that this was Shirley's unique and euphemistic expression.

Seeing Winnet staring at her all the time, Shirley felt that her little thoughts should have been pierced.

Denying it is meaningless, the status quo she envisioned is just that.

I returned to the days when I was doing research, and Winnet was busy with organizing things. For no particular reason, the two of them would not have the opportunity to meet.

It's just that we don't see each other often, there is nothing to be afraid of, but there is always a feeling of missing.Winnet, she believed, would miss her too, in some form.

"I will sing well, don't think too much, everything will be fine." Winnet said suddenly.

"Thinking too much? Are you thinking too much? I'm not a person who will be bound by emotions. Isn't it easy and free to be alone?"

"But alone, it would be very boring."

Winnet has understood a truth in her long-term life. People just hate being bound by things they dislike, but they flock to things they really love, longing to be bound by them.

There is no "restraint", just like duckweed on the water, just drifting with the current in nothingness.

"It seems that you don't know the pain and horror of infatuation. However, I don't know now either."

Shirley smiled.

The two chatted deeply, talking about the interesting things in the past, and when they returned to the room, they were not tired, as if they wanted to compress the time, they chatted intensively.Even if the brain becomes dull, the words are still processed like a by-product.

"I don't know if I can see my sister often after arriving in Japan. According to the strict organization, I may only have the chance to talk to her once. If I don't meet, I already feel sorry... More than that, after seeing her After that, what should I say to her? Can I recognize her? Although we are sisters, there is nothing alike. When I was young, I had this strong feeling. She My personality and appearance are not the same as mine, probably due to some differences in the proportion of blood from my parents... well, I also said something unscientific."

Winnet lay beside Shirley, quietly listening to her words.

"However, she is a person with rich emotions. She probably regards my sister as extremely important. If you have the opportunity to meet her, I hope you can dispel her unrealistic thoughts... That person is really quite naive. Although nearly ten years have passed, I don't think she has changed much. Do you think it is possible for the organization to let my sister go?"

Winnet didn't want to break Shirley's heart, but she couldn't weave a fragile dream, she replied with a trembling voice: "They won't, you and your sister are the means they use to restrict you, they won't let you go There's something wrong with one of you."

"You're right." Shirley lost her voice, "If I'm useless, my sister will die too. If my sister dies, I'm afraid I won't continue to let the organization commit suicide and betrayal .”

In her answer, she didn't mention one point.

That is, with Winnet now, it's not that she doesn't have concerns other than her sister.

Winnet felt that Shirley was trying to suppress the excitement in her heart, and her breathing was more rapid than usual.

"The best way is to maintain the status quo and exchange my performance for her stable life." Shirley said in relief, "If possible, take care of her for me and don't let her do stupid things... After all, tragic Things, mostly come from not being able to understand each other..."

"I will."

"I don't need any guarantee from you. If you are targeted by the organization because of your sister, the result will still be the same. Well, I don't want to talk about these things anymore."

Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stretched her body, and transformed into a relaxed posture.

She turned over and saw that Winnet's shoulders were bright white, and the moonlight crept in through the small narrow window.

"It's coming soon, are you looking forward to it?"

"have you."

"The way you talk about love is really against harmony."

"Where is the love story?"

"Good night."

……

118 Drive Rishi Vodka

In the next few days, Shirley returned to her usual appearance, with a bit of a vicious tongue and full of vitality.

The ship sailed safely and arrived at the destination on the morning of the eighth day.

After the ship docked, Shirley, who was still too sleepy to keep her eyes open, followed Winnet to the deck and stretched lazily.

"It feels strange," Shirley said.

The sky is clear and clear, and the port is very open. In the distance, you can see the convoy coming to welcome you, like a thicket of different colors, and seabirds patrolling in the sky, like a happy guard of honor.

The steamer lowered its steps, and the passengers descended in a loose line.

Shirley's eyes were a little confused, and Winnet touched her shoulder lightly.