Teresa won't starve

"what?"

254 "Do you want to prepare Christmas presents?"

Miss Kafka couldn't imagine who would be missing Christmas.

Or do nobles not have this festival?

That's right.

In the eyes of Miss Kafka, Teresa should have been born in a noble family.

Although there were no traces of etiquette in Theresa, just this appearance could not be a commoner family.

Common people can't raise such a daughter.

......

While Miss Kafka was thinking about these things, Teresa took out a spare ax from the trunk, chose a pine tree that grew better, and asked Miss Kafka, "How about this tree?"

"...That's too big, even if you can cut it down, you can't take it back. You have to choose a small pine tree shorter than you..." At this point, Miss Kafka came to her senses: "Didn't you say it? You just watch it from the sidelines. I will do this kind of thing."

"Don't underestimate me!"

"That's fine, you come."

Seeing that Teresa was still "playing brave", Miss Kraft didn't say anything, and let her find a similar small pine tree, and gestured with an ax to chop it down.

Miss Kafka did not expect much from this.

Don't think that it is easy to cut down a small pine tree, even an adult will have to spend some effort.

What's more, there is a little girl like Teresa who is just a junior high school student...

Click!

The pine tree is cut through the middle with an ax as easily as cutting butter.A whole pine tree was broken in two, revealing an extremely smooth section cut in the middle.

"..."

Miss Kafka felt that she might not have woken up.

It's no wonder that in such a cold day, people can't help dozing off, and they don't know when they will enter the hibernation period.

......

When returning to the city, Miss Kafka had the illusion that she was in a dream.

If it weren't for the need to concentrate while driving to avoid the tragedy of a car crash; even if no one was injured in the end, the car would have to pay a lot of money if it was damaged.

Miss Kafka even had the idea of ​​driving the car into the water to enlighten herself (Note).

--How can it be?How can such a small child have so much strength! ?

It's okay if it's just a lot of strength.

But Miss Kafka is also a highly educated talent, so she knows that power is mutual.

That is to say, even if Teresa has such great strength, she will also cause herself to be hurt when she exerts this strength.

In other words, while cutting the tree, Teresa's wrist would also swell under the influence of the force.

But in fact it didn't.

This also indirectly shows that Teresa's body may not be as fragile as she imagined.

Reminiscent of what Teresa said before about not being afraid of the cold...

This distraction almost bumped into the sign on the side of the road. It was only after hearing Teresa's reminder that he turned the steering wheel in time to avoid a car accident.

Miss Kafka had no choice but to put away her thoughts and concentrate on driving.

......

After nearly two hours of driving, at a slower speed than when I came, I finally pulled the pine tree back to its temporary residence.After working together with Teresa to put the small pine tree in the living room, I told Teresa to visit the house and return the car to the owner.

When Miss Kafka came back, she also brought some lanterns and other decorations, apparently to decorate the pine tree.As a result, as soon as she came back, she saw Teresa walking around with the pine tree in her arms, looking like she didn't know where to put it.

Miss Kafka had no choice but to go over and ask her to put it down first: "Don't worry about this, let's take a break first."

"Oh."

At this time, Teresa didn't say anything disappointing, "I'm not tired", but sat on the sofa with Miss Kafka, leaning against each other and taking a nap for a while.

It wasn't until Miss Kafka moved her body that she resumed her busy work.And under the guidance of Miss Kafka, I knew for the first time how to get this Christmas tree.

After everything was done, it was already dark outside.

At this time, when the lights are lit, the gray pine tree becomes a beautiful Christmas tree.With little stars made of various papers hanging on it, and gift boxes that are actually empty, it looks like that.

"By the way, what Christmas gift do you want?" As she spoke, she remembered that Teresa hadn't experienced Christmas yet, so she added another sentence for fear that she would not know what a Christmas gift was: "Christmas gift is what you want. It’s the gift I want! Let me state in advance, I can’t afford the expensive one!”

"I don't really want anything." In fact, as long as it's not too big, Teresa can do whatever she wants: "Do you have to receive Christmas presents to count as Christmas?"

"Of course! What's the point of Christmas without Christmas presents?"

"..."

It was the first time Teresa heard such a statement.

But think about it, if there is only one Christmas tree that can be seen but not eaten, is there anything else worth looking forward to?

"Think slowly, tomorrow is Christmas Eve."

Miss Kafka didn't even think about asking her to answer now, after all, everyone has a little secret, right?

Of course, she can also buy it directly for Teresa.

But the problem is—she doesn't know Teresa well enough to know what De Lisa likes and what she doesn't like.

Don't be too embarrassing if you buy the wrong one at that time.

Teresa nodded: "What about you?"

"me?"

Miss Kafka felt that Teresa couldn't buy what she wanted.If you don't want something, why buy it?

So this question is quite difficult to answer.

So in the end it became-

"Anything is fine, as long as it is given by you, I like it."

255 "Christmas Eve"

Sitting at a table that Frau Frau Kafka has arranged individually.He glanced at Miss Kafka who was writing a book on another table just a few steps away from him.Teresa was thinking about the next storyline, while thinking about what kind of gift she should give the other party.

In terms of her ability, it is not difficult to give knights such as precious jewelry, but gifts are more important than the heart.

What's more, although Miss Kafka dresses too gorgeously, she always looks like she is going to a ball; but she seldom dresses herself up, and she doesn't wear gold, silver, gemstone necklaces and so on.

Even makeup is rarely painted.

In fact.

Teresa also asked Mademoiselle Kafka why she was dressed that way.

Miss Kafka replied:

"When writing something related to the prom, if I have never attended a prom, I can't know what it looks like. At least let myself dress like that. It should give me some real feeling after comparing it."

Looking for reality in fiction... Did I get something wrong?

The words are a bit off topic.

In short, Miss Kafka is such a dead house type who does not seem to have much need compared to most girls.From the fact that she seldom even goes shopping, it can be understood that her understanding of the world is actually very simple.

After all, how did such a person write modernist literature?

Shouldn't it be written by someone with enough life experience and enough understanding of the society?

In the end, the person who wrote this kind of work is a dead house?

I always feel that the three views are split!

......

"Ahhh!!! I can't think of it!!!"

Teresa, who was thinking about the gift, almost split her head, yelled almost like venting, and lay down on the table without moving.

Miss Kafka next to her was also taken aback, thinking that something happened.As a result, when he heard the second half of the sentence, he smiled and shook his head and ignored Teresa.

She probably thought Teresa was Calvin.

It's no wonder that 90.00% of the five people who write novels will encounter this situation.

As for the remaining 5.00%, what happened?

Xia Ji Ba wrote, find out!

So Miss Kafka didn't feel surprised at all, and didn't even come over to comfort her or anything; she just let her lie there and 'think wildly', and when she 'thought it out', she would know how to 'write'.

What's more, Miss Kafka is still working on the manuscript and needs to finish it before Christmas.

Otherwise, when others are playing during the holidays, but you are 'doing your homework', it would be too tortured.

So in this calm.

The two people, each with their own thoughts, spent the day before Christmas Eve without disturbing each other, and came to the daytime of Christmas Eve.

......

Teresa still couldn't think of what to give, so she just casually explained the reason to Miss Kafka; wearing Miss Kafka's coat that dragged the floor and the sleeves grew a lot, she came to the local melon and fruit market like a child secretly photographed playing in her parents' clothes.

Compared with the market in the future that would smell of rotten fruit, the melon and fruit market at this time is obviously a typical mess.

This is also something that can't be helped, at least no one defecates indiscriminately, right?

Teresa could only endure all kinds of unpleasant smells, and used the cash she made casually to wrap up all the unsalable apples at the fruit stand.

Then he didn't dare to stay any longer and went back to Miss Kafka's house.

I also bought some wrapping paper along the way.

As for what to do with it...

"Bao Ping An Guo!"

Teresa said naturally.

"Ping An fruit... what is it?"

Miss Kafka had never heard such a term.

"Don't you know? It's the apple you eat on Christmas Eve!" (Note)

"We don't eat this on Christmas Eve." At this point, Miss Kafka realized: "Didn't you celebrate Christmas? How do you know you have to eat apples on Christmas Eve?"

"Oh, when I was at school, it was still Christmas Eve, so I had to eat apples." (Note)

"What strange custom is this? Christmas Eve instead of Christmas?"

This was incomprehensible to Frau Kafka.

Just like the Spring Festival and the Fifteenth, one symbolizes the New Year and the other symbolizes reunion. If you want to say which is important, of course both are important.

But if you can only choose one festival, then most people should choose the Spring Festival.

The same reason.

For Miss Kafka, Christmas is a more important holiday than Christmas Eve. (Note)

"Actually, I don't really understand this."

"You... forget it."

Frau Kafka was about to say something, but she gave up.She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, carrying a pile of flour and the like, and started to work in front of Theresa.

"What is this for?"

Teresa also put down the pen and paper, and walked over to take a look.

She didn't intend to help out or anything, after all, she knew how much she weighed.She was just driven by curiosity to see why Miss Kafka put the work of kneading dough in the living room.