She strolled around in Patrick’s house again. Twinkle really thought it was the style she loved so much. Before leaving, she told Trump “Hurry up!”
Trump was standing still, but she was waiting for someone to answer her question.
For such a complicated door lock, she must remember the method of opening firmly. It would be more convenient in the future.
Who knew, Donald chuckled, and after successfully attracting Twinkle’s attention, he took out his phone from his pocket, tapped twice on the screen, and clicked, the door opened automatically.
Twinkle was surprised. And she saw Trump come over and grabbed the complicated lock directly and gently raised it. The big lock lay quietly in his palm.
“Miss. Simpson, this is an electronic door, you can use the remote infrared system that came with your mobile phone to control the door switch.” Trump finished, shaking the big lock in his hand, and then said “This is my son’s toy, he always likes to put things around and I forget to tidy up after playing, so Miss. Simpson misunderstood that it was the door lock, I am sorry! ”
Twinkle had nothing to say.
While Patrick was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, he leaned his chin on one hand, his head tilted slightly, and the lightness of laziness revealed. He looked at her faintly, and his unfathomable eyes flicked with unidentified emotions, and no one knew whether he was laughing at Twinkle or simply admiring her cuteness.
Were they mocking her?
Angrily squeezing her small bag and striding toward the outside of the courtyard, she left without saying goodbye. Trump chased after her, he had to drive her out.
When she finally got into the car, she knew that Patrick would not catch up, she was in relief. Anyway, today’s task was completed.
Knock, knock.
Knocking on the window twice, the door of the rear seat was suddenly opened. Under Twinkle’s surprised eyes, Donald smiled and politely handed a note. There was only one word, the characters were like the cloud in the sky, so soft.
“Read.”
What? Read the newspaper?
Read novels? Read the script? Read poetry?
The corner of her mouth stiffened twice, and Twinkle stared at Donald speechlessly “What do you mean?”
Her big pair of confused eyes with full of curiosity, exquisite and lovely look like a porcelain doll in a fairy tale.
Seeing that, Donald’s ears couldn’t help but turned red, and said warmly “Miss. Simpson is wise and smart, and you can understand what Mr. Patrick means.”
After he finished speaking, he helped her to close the car door, and took two steps back waiting for her departure.
Read?
WTF?
Twinkle stared at the note in her hand and looked at it, finally tearing it up, crumpling, and squashing it!
At the moment, the man in the wheelchair was staring at the large LCD screen in front of his eyes, watching her face rage and exaggeratedly ripping up his note.
She thought for a while, and it seemed not too enjoyable. She searched in her bag.
She took out her own pen and a small pink post-it note.
After quickly writing and drawing on it, she decisively tore it off and posted it directly on Patrick’s seat!
Looking at the note with amusement and laughing, she succeeded in arousing the curiosity of the man in the wheelchair.
The remote control was in his hand, and the screen was switched to the little pink note.
A shrimp was tied with a string, and an egg fell below it.
It meant nonsense.
Donald couldn’t help but chuckle “Miss. Simpson is so cute.”
The man in the wheelchair was expressionless, the more silent he was, the more charming the eyes were.
After a short weekend, Twinkle returned to school.
She raised her smiley face and made a grimace to the sky. At this tense moment when everyone was preparing for the final exam, she was exudes laziness and fresh temperament, just like a drop of dew in the early summer.
Throughout the previous weeks, the most common thing she did was holding a pile of learning materials. She sat alone in the library to pass the time.
When it was about noon, a driver at home would pick her up and go to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, or found a good restaurant by herself, leaning against the window and simply waiting to finish her lunch.
Every morning and evening, she was alienated from my classmates.
In addition, she was a freshman. Everyone was from all corners of the country. She knew nobody here. If you could get along with each other in a dormitory, this would be the best thing for a college student.
Did she feel lonely?
No way!
She had a complete and warm family, and she had parents who loved her.
She also had a good friend called Fish, who lived in City Q and grew up with Twinkle.
Fish also had an older brother called Dawn, who was also her first love.
Well, no one really knew whether it was love or not.
Because this hazy feeling had been stationed in Twinkle’s heart for many years, she had never confessed it to anyone.
When she was free, she would also quietly ask Fish to tell her something about the situation of Dawn, whether he had a girlfriend, what kind of girl he liked, how old he wanted to get married, and how many children she wanted after marriage.
Repeated problems and years of tacit understanding, Fish knew exactly that Twinkle fell in love with her brother.
So Fish treated Twinkle as a relative of her a long time ago.
Just after Mr. Simpson told her daughter about the marriage, Twinkle’s heart tingled for a moment, and she thought of Dawn.
If you talk about love, this was not a good idea.
After all, it is a young girl’s ignorance of love, which everyone will meet on the way to grow up, but this kind of feeling was innocent and impeccable, and it also filled her blank love world for many years. She missed him very much.
On Friday afternoon, after the last exam, the summer vacation for freshman was about to begin.
Just before the exam, Twinkle received a call and the caller was Dawn.
He said that he had taken the summer vacation, because it was the peak of the summer, the ticket to the hometown was difficult to buy. He finally got one, even if it was a hard seat ticket. It was at midnight when he arrived in City M.
He did not have any friends in City M, and he wanted Twinkle to book a room for him. After a night’s rest, he returned to City Q the next day.
Dawn’s request, Twinkle naturally agreed.
Because of this, she grinned all afternoon and looked like a person who had just fallen in love. She thought that even if she couldn’t marry Dawn, she could still be a friend he trusted and relied on. She would treat each other sincerely and treat him like a brother, she would believe that she had an older brother, which was a great blessing in her life!