Chapter 11 Peacock Forest (11)

When the sea breeze became more and more salty, I found that the sun was almost sinking into the sea, so I quickly accelerated the accelerator. "Sunset!" Just as she parked the car, she jumped down and ran towards the beach, "Wait for me!" I looked ahead and the sun had disappeared. "What a pity," she said over her shoulder. Seeing her disappointment, I said, "I'm sorry. 』 "It's not your fault." She smiled, "Why are you apologizing?" Liu Weiting squatted down to remove her shoes and socks, rolled up her trousers, and walked barefoot on the beach.

I hesitated for two seconds, then removed my shoes and socks, and followed her, walking barefoot on the beach together. Between the coming and going of the sea water, the beach presents two shades of color, and we walk in the darkest part. The sand is black and soft, and when you step on it lightly, the soles of your feet sink deep. "Do you know?" She said after we walked more than ten steps side by side, "I have never received a love letter." "hard to imagine.I thought you were supposed to get love letters all the time. 』 "Having had the experience of being approached or receiving a note, but a love letter from a total stranger..."

She walked in a straight line, letting the waves go up against her ankles and calves, "It was indeed confiscated." "There are fewer people who write love letters now, and naturally fewer people receive love letters. "I say. "Probably so," she said. We became silent, only the sound of the waves lapping back and forth on the beach. It only takes about five back and forth waves to completely wipe out our tracks. She stopped, looked back at the footprints that had disappeared, and then walked to the shore, When the waves couldn't touch him anymore, he sat down.

I followed and sat down too. "Writing a love letter or receiving a love letter is a romantic thing," she said. "Oh. ’ I responded. "You may not think so." She said with a smile, "I think romance is very important." "What do you think is romantic?" 』 "Running in the snow, throwing snowballs; or walking on the beach and watching the sunset are very romantic." "According to this, wouldn't it be impossible to be romantic in a place in Africa that is not near the sea? 』 "Exactly." She stared at the sea, seemingly lost in thought.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, I said, "I'm joking, you should know, right?" 』 "Are you kidding me?" She turned to look at me. "I'm seriously worried about them." "them? 』 "People who live in Africa not near the sea." "There's nothing to worry about. 』 "What is their romance?" she said. "Without romance, life would be boring." "Maybe their romance is riding on an ostrich and watching a lion eat a zebra. 』 "Huh?" She was a little surprised, "How can this be called romance?"

"Romance varies from place to place, maybe they find it inexplicable to sit on the beach and watch the sunset. 』 She didn't respond again, and after a long time said, "You must be joking." "right. "I say. She finally laughed. The sky was already dark, her face was a little blurry, only her eyes were shining. "Thank you," she said after the laughter stopped. "Why thank you? 』 "Thank you for writing me your love letter." "Oh? 』 "Because we are in Taiwan, it is romantic for you to write a love letter to me." "I am the one who should thank you, thank you for not rejecting me." 』

"I can't say no to romance." This time it was my turn to be lost in thought and not to speak. I don't know how long it took, but when the waves beat back and forth about 30 times, she looked at her watch and said: "I have tutoring at seven o'clock in the evening." I also looked at my watch and found that there were only 20 minutes left, so I stood up and said, "Let's go." 』 We walked back quickly in the dark, washed the sand off our calves and soles with sea water, and put on our shoes and socks. After I asked about the location, I accelerated my speed.

This time there was no regret that the sun had already set and I delivered her on time. "What time do you finish class?" ’ I asked after she got out of the car. "Nine o'clock," she replied. "Then I will pick you up at nine o'clock." 』 When I waved my hand and prepared to leave, she suddenly ran over and gently grabbed the handle of the motorcycle, saying: "If we were in Africa, would you take me to ride an ostrich to watch a lion eat a zebra?" "It should be. ’ I replied. She laughed again. Under the dim street lights, her eyes were still bright.