Chapter 34

Chapter 34

There is nothing new happening this autumn. It is plain and strange. The only thing worth mentioning is that the timid Pierre has never been able to say the words from the bottom of his heart to the girl he secretly loves, that is, Dorothy. Because of this, he is very annoyed.

Of course, it is not only him who is annoyed, but also Fred. This autumn is coming to an end, and December is coming, but Dorothy, a little angel with sheep's horns, has never paid attention to him. Even the occasional words can't be simple. Fortunately, Fred is used to it, otherwise he must have done something irrationally. Of course, it must be Raphael, the unlucky man, to clean up the mess.

Dorothy took a fancy to a pair of rabbit gloves when winter came. Raphael bought them for her. She wears them carefully on her hands every day and will wash them immediately if they get a little dirty. Raphael was helpless about her behavior. He once dissuaded her not to do so, because she only had a pair of gloves. Last year, the pair was torn down by her as a furry blanket for a wandering puppy. Seeing her little cold red hands, he had no choice but to cover her hand in the palm of his hand to keep warm.

Although Raphael and Fred have never been on a festival like Christmas, they will still carefully arrange it for Dorothy every year, because Dorothy's birthday is exactly December 25th.

Three exquisite gifts should be prepared, one from Fred, the other from Raphael, and the other from Santa Claus!

Fred really hates this little old man exclusive to Christmas.

In addition, Claude's side was as quiet as death, without any movement. In fact, since Ayr left the town, Raphael and Fred have almost forgotten about this thing that threatened the safety of Dorothy's life. It was not until the special festival in December that they thought in a trance and couldn't help patting their foreheads.

careless! Careless! What a careless! Such relaxation of vigilance will give the enemy a opportunity to take advantage of!

On the night of Christmas Eve, Dorothy sat in a warm room with a small table with turkey and dessert after the meal, and a small pudding.

These foods are not prepared in the first place, and on Christmas Day, Raphael and Fred can't guarantee that they can eat leisurely as they do now.

Snowflakes are floating sporadically outside, and the upcoming fiery Christmas is destined to become romantic and attractive.

Christmas is coming.

Dorothy put on a new red coat that Raphael bought for her. There was a circle of fluffy white fur at the neckline and hem of the coat. She looked like a cute little angel.

When she was at school, she was very excited to tell Pierre that today was her birthday.

Pierre lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was your birthday, so I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"It doesn't matter!" Dorothy waved her hand generously.

Pierre was worried about this matter until school was over in the evening.

"Pierre, aren't you happy?" Dorothy walked happily on the snow, stepping on one small footprint after another on the white snow.

"I'm not unhappy." Pierre shook his head with his mouth, thought about it, and then ran to hold Dorothy's thin shoulders. "Dorothy, I have something to say to you."

"What is it?" Dorothy opened a pair of bright red eyes and stared at him seriously.

Under the warm yellow light, the snowflakes also become warm, with the fragrance of love, but the simple Dorothy did not realize it.

"I..." Pierre bit his lower lip, struggling violently and hesitating in his heart. He didn't know whether he should say what he meant. He was afraid that Dorothy would escape his love for her, and he couldn't stand Dorothy's ignored him.

He squeezed his mouth and said discouragedly, "Happy birthday to you."

"Thank you." Dorothy's smile was really beautiful, just like the stars in the sky, out of reach. Pierre was stunned, and the hand holding her shoulder couldn't help loosening.

Dorothy smiled at him so beautifully, walked backwards, and suddenly bumped into a soft embrace. She quickly turned her body and apologized to the person behind her: "I'm sorry! - Ah! It's you, Uncle Marian!"

She covered her mouth in surprise. She hadn't seen Marian for a long time. She had also been to his cabin near the sea, which was already covered with a thick layer of dust, and Marian, no one knew where he had gone, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"It doesn't matter, little angel!" Marian smiled and bent down gently to pinch her soft little face. "Today is your birthday. You don't need to say those three words, do you understand? Happy birthday, honey!"

"Thank you." Dorothy smiled with embarrassment.

"Yo-yo, quietly, I didn't prepare a birthday gift for you on your birthday. Alas! I'm an uncle!" Marian knocked on his head and said, "Well, can the uncle take you to a fun place? Let's go!"

With that, Marian grabbed Dorothy's hand and stiffly wanted to take her away.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Marian!" Dorothy struggled, but Marian's strength was amazing, and she did not allow her resistance at all.

Such a situation scared her. She wanted to call Raphael and Fred. She didn't want to leave with Marian like this: "I can't go with you, Uncle Marian! Raphael and Fred are waiting for me at home! - Pierre! Pierre!"

"Dorosy!" Pierre, who was stunned, was called by her. He came to his senses and hurriedly went to pull the other hand that Dorothy stretched out to him.

"What are you doing, Dorothy? I won't eat you." Marian said in a strange voice.

Such a sentence is like a muffled hammer hitting Pierre's heart. He was slightly stunned and had some memories, which were slowly coming out of the bottom of his heart, and he could not resist it. It slowly permeated his heart and numbed his nerves.