555 Snow Toothless Elf

“Sled, are there sled dogs there? I’d like to try the feeling of riding a snowmobile.” She shook her head, looking forward to it adorably, and happily danced with her arms to create a trace, symbolizing the process of dog drifting. But the answer is no, and sled dogs will make Xiao Ai, who likes small animals, even more excited.

Fortunately, she was still slightly interested in skiing, not because it was a brand new sport, but because of the passion and speed, trying to find a balance in the cold and the thrill, sweating profusely, and crossing obstacles one by one. She took note of Mingmei’s words and agreed to go to choose equipment tomorrow. It seems that this is a very common thing among Japanese people, especially among elementary school students from good families. Even Dr. Agasa prepared it in advance, and there was no chance for Miss Winnet to choose. Despite this, Mingmei still looked very excited, and Winnet couldn’t help but wonder: Am I sister number two?

Her shopping trip was fully armed, and it was about the communication crisis in her spy career. Before she left the house in the morning, she received a picture message on her mobile phone, and the photo was of a bar. Poor Miss Winnett was already an adult, falling into the dirty adult world, and got a pass to revelry and loneliness, and could not be rejected with the weapon of “minority”. Just a few years ago, she still did that. The background was at night, and the pink neon lights gave people a bad feeling, but the road section was very classy, ​​and it was not an improper place.

Never ask Vermouth why. This is the experience Winnett summed up. Riddles. Ambiguous choices. Disturbed judgment. It is better to follow your own ideas from the beginning.

Nightlife after shopping.

“Is there something that needs to be dealt with?” Mingmei asked, with a sympathetic look. She never forgot that Winnet was still a member of the organization, and imagined her as a canary in a cage, even though the ferocious golden eagle was not enough to describe her. But habit and sensitivity are always the best weapons for searching for evidence. There is a dividing line between Winnet’s mobile phone messages and calls, and Mingmei has never heard the sound of receiving a message.

It turns out that she was right.

Winnet said it was an invitation to the celebration, but she went back to the house to get something. The things in the house had long been demonized by Mingmei’s imagination. It became an armory and a communication room, and Winnet was preparing the mission supplies. However, Winnet didn’t act like a member of a secret organization. She just grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it in her pocket, because it was very boring in that kind of place. It was okay to drink juice, but if there were only cocktails with colors like a broken color TV, wouldn’t she be standing guard there?

This kind of boring experience happened more than once, making her sleepy. It was very important to replenish some sugar. After watching too many “wolf cries” stories, Winette was like the villagers, thinking that Vermouth was not a big deal at all. Maybe they just wanted to see her face turn red like a monkey after drinking, and then take pictures to threaten her. She returned to Mingmei, chewing a piece of gum.

“You don’t have to go with me.”

After leaving the entrance, Mingmei couldn’t help but ask again. In her opinion, Winette always accommodates the people around her.

“Oh, you’re not going with me? Ugh, I’ll go crazy if you let me choose.”

Winnet didn’t respond and made an expression that said “that’s too scary”.

In her opinion, choosing a gun is relatively simple, as the performance is transparent. However, the clothes will be different depending on the mission. Even the same model will have various colors. The gun will not change due to the paint color, but the clothes will show two extremes due to color.

Although it seemed like she was trying to please him, Mingmei no longer looked worried, but instead maintained her expectant expression as before.

Which color do you like? Do you like something a little tighter or looser? I seem to have lost some weight, even though I eat well! Miss Winnet, have you been exercising secretly without my knowledge? You are so cunning to lose weight and only care about yourself. Mingmei made Miss Winnet overwhelmed and miserable along the way.

Finally bought it.

Winnet had several bags hanging on her body, and Mingmei went to check out. The girl said that it was a gift for her because she didn’t have much chance to go out. Indeed, she didn’t stay at home often, which was contrary to her original desire to stay at home in the church.

“Haha, Winnet you look like a coat rack.”

Mingmei touched her cheek, smiled, took some of the bags off, and waved her hand in front of her nose.

“The coat rack is going to sneeze. I don’t like the smell of this hand cream.”

“Does it smell bad?” Mingmei put the back of her hand close to her nose, “I think it’s okay.”

Miss Winnet rejected all aromatic smells and sniffed seriously, showing her weakness in this area. Mingmei reflected on the colorful garden and how to take Winnet’s “hay fever” into consideration, and then received a “natural one is fine” reply, which was met with a teasing look. Miss Winnet openly admitted that the natural smell of Ai was better, and the sister of the person involved cast a regretful look.

On the bus on the way back, Miss Winette, an expert in lying, told Mingmei her secret love history and made up some boring lies that were seen through at a glance. For example, a girl in school took the initiative to hold her hand. Of course, this is not a complete lie. After all, holding the hand of a fool who can’t see clearly and then pushing her into a mud pit is a complete joke. However, kind-hearted Mingmei can’t think of any dark activities at all. She doesn’t know about the murder of squirrels by elementary school boys and the pranks that girls do to broken dolls.

“You clearly said before that you had never been to school.”

“Yes,” said Winnet, “but I have a diploma. Sister Nun got it for me. Because the school was full of idiots, even the Catholic school, no one knew the whole Bible by heart like I did, so I got a reward.”

Great, great, Mingmei wiped her head. Gently, like a teacher praising a child, Winette complained that she was using her as a training ground, because soon Mingmei would also have a formal job, facing the endless troubles of the little devils. Compared with the distant past, Mingmei cared more about the close relationship between her and Xiaoai.

Miss Winnet insisted that she was the active party. Older people often have the dominant power. They dominate others with their experience, stronger physical strength and social status. She made it sound like the underworld was fighting for territory, but the story was not like that at all. It was completely opposite to what Mingmei knew. She narrowed her eyes and curiously asked her what she felt about deep communication. Miss Winnet was as dignified as if she was walking on the red carpet, like a hero being interviewed after the war. She straightened her back and gave a speech: “Just like everyone must have experienced.” Her words were no different from saying nothing. But Miss Winnet’s feelings were indeed not deep. The number of times could be counted on one hand, and her desire was almost zero. It was only because she thought it was a topic for adults that she bit the bullet and pretended to eat and drink water.

Although it is somewhat different from shyness, Mingmei stubbornly believes that this is the case, and laughs at Winnet’s insincereness and hypocrisy. Perhaps because of Xiao Ai’s personality, she is also less obedient in sisterly relationships, so she will finalize the party with needs. As for Winnet, her life is completely off track from ordinary people. Once you observe closely, you will come to the conclusion that her desire is too low, and even Mingmei thinks that she is the same in terms of sex. The sensitive topic ends here, and the bustling people begin to get off the bus, and they have also arrived at the station.

After bringing all the bags home, Mingmei began to test the results of today’s work. Although she seemed a little anxious, under Mingmei’s advice that she needed to practice in advance, Miss Winnet still dressed up like a polar bear. Perhaps because her hair and skin were white, Mingmei chose a pure white winter coat, white-framed goggles, and a white sled. Mingmei described her as a snow elf.

Where is the snow?

The answer is – right in the yard.

The well-groomed grass was in a mess, as if it had been plowed and harrowed. Winnet followed the video that Mingmei had found, mainly the movements and essentials, as well as the precautions. The swaying in place looked like a twitch to others, and the swinging of the sled reminded Winnet of the elves waving curling sticks on the ice rink. Her coach Mingmei was very peaceful, without hard wooden bars or handboards, and she spoke softly and performed every movement with her body. Winnet was like a skill puppet, quickly replicating the movements.

Just two hours.

Mingmei sighed with emotion as the waves in front of her hit the beach. Winnett was better than her teacher and already had the capital to show her skills in front of Ai. She had mastered the technique just right. Miss Winnett was like a rabbit in a cage, thinking that she could be a handsome role model for the children and show off in front of Ai. She even took the initiative to practice more and watch some fancy, exaggerated and difficult moves. Soon, she was sweating all over, and it occurred to her that there was no need to wear cold-proof clothes. Mingmei smiled foolishly and handed her the newly bought shower gel, which smelled of roses. Winnett took it with disgust and went into the bathroom. Wearing a nightgown, she complained: “My nose feels like it was pricked by a rose.”

Mingmei didn’t take her complaints seriously, because there was no sneezing or allergic reaction, and she already knew Miss Winnet’s awkwardness, and everything was just an excuse for not liking to dress up. She talked about Winnet’s good fortune, most of the foreigners she knew had the habit of using deodorant, but Winnet was blessed with it, so Mingmei was willing to spend some time to prevent her from continuing to waste it.

Like a grass that had been afflicted, Miss Winnett had a bitter face and remained motionless while Mingmei provided her full service, leaving traces of white cream on her body. Mingmei was more focused than ever before, as she felt Winnett was too heavy under the darkness, so she hoped that in this life, she could feel as relaxed as possible, even if it was just a slight emotional tendency.

“There is absolutely no difference.” Winette protested in front of the mirror, narcissistically saying that she was naturally beautiful; after she finished speaking, she added, “I can’t see it clearly anyway, so the shorter the program, the better.” Mingmei lied and said that she looked better.

“How do you usually carve those masks?” Mingmei scolded her, “Are you lying to me? In fact, everything is clear to you?”

Winnet nodded: “I feel guilty for lying to you. I saw that you have a pimple on your forehead.”

Occasionally Winnet would joke like this, showing her so-called humorous demeanor, but she would get slapped repeatedly, the kind that didn’t hurt at all. To be honest, it was sometimes good and sometimes bad. Although I could see part of it clearly, the more detailed part always gave me a mysterious impression, which was the great power of God in creating life. It was not finely carved, but gave each child a unique appearance. For her, it was easier to portray the face in her memory. If she was willing to touch it, the restoration would definitely be high.

Winnett adopts a roundabout strategy: “This is the blind men touching the elephant. God has given me a rich imagination.”

Just before that, Winette helped Mingmei apply facial cream, so she could use this as an excuse to make a point. Just before Mingmei was about to give evidence, Miss Winette activated her work mode, avoided talking about it, took out her cell phone, and pretended to be surprised at how late it was. Her exaggerated acting skills, like those of a comedy show, made Mingmei laugh.

However, Winnet was eager to participate in the organization’s activities. She felt sorry for this kind of interpersonal communication that was as bad as the company’s New Year’s Eve party. What’s the point of getting along well with Vermouth and others… It seems to be really useful. In order to prevent herself from being excluded, Miss Winnet wore a church uniform, a black windbreaker, a black hat worn by a gentleman a hundred years ago, and a cane.

“How about it?”

“It’s very organized,” Mingmei said.

“Yes, I am going to attend the organization’s meeting. They chose the Pink Bar as the venue.” Winette said emotionally: “The old man likes this kind of place the most. He said that there are always programs that need to be paid to unlock, and those young people will buy him drinks.”

“If they really have such a hobby, wouldn’t it be easier to deal with them?” Mingmei didn’t take her joke seriously. “Come back early. If you don’t come back too late, I will cry.”

“Then I have to prepare more jelly beans.”

Miss Winnett stuffed a handful of candy into Mingmei’s hand and told her she would be back after she had eaten them all.

——Become a tooth decay elf!

Weird.

She flung her cape in a chic manner, but unfortunately she was only handsome for a second, as the black cloth that hung down to her boots got tangled up on the brim of her hat, and the atmosphere of parting came to an abrupt end. However, Miss Winnet would not allow any indecent gesture to appear, so she pretended that nothing had happened and left the house. In order to highlight her prominent status, she had contacted the driver early in the morning, and the car had to be a Bentley, and the driver had to be neatly dressed and have shiny leather shoes.

Well, reality is a sloppy drunk.

“You’re driving under the influence,” Winette reminded Clyde.

“Don’t worry, I’ve always been a good drinker. Besides, this is just a trivial one among my crimes,” said Clyde.

“Are you quite proud?”

“Haha, compared to you, it’s really nothing.”

Old Clyde was certainly very drunk.

It would be great if the organization could provide a driver. Miss Winnett could lower her standards and just ask for half of a vodka. Also, it would be better to send this useless guy to Vietnam to feed the sharks.

……

556 Which type do you like?

Miss Winnet set off anxiously, partly because of the drunk driving, and partly because she would fall into Vermouth’s invitation trap. The destination was a high-end neighborhood like Ginza, where there were more luxury cars than pedestrians on the road, and Gin’s Porsche was not so conspicuous among them. Those who often came and went in this place were undoubtedly the upper class. Winnet joined them, without any emotion, her eyes swept through the bright lights and wine, and finally came to a place with a very conspicuous store.

The pink “Pleslar” sign was lit, and there was a promotional board on the door, facing the street.

Winnett got out of the car, and Clyde continued to drive, detouring to a nearby parking lot, and then it was time to wait. He didn’t have a ticket, and didn’t want to participate in the organization’s talks – according to Winnett. Winnett lowered the brim of her hat and walked into the corridor that felt like a KTV and a hotel. As soon as she walked in, a silent waiter led the way with body language, and she came to a large stage and sat down at a pink round table.

The waiter presented the menu, which focused on drinks.

Winnett ordered a cocktail with a very low alcohol content. She knew that this was arranged by Vermouth, because it was a membership system. The waiter had obviously received some instructions, or it was Vermouth herself. Winnett waited boredly and looked at the main stage. It was now a band performance. She was not sure whether the combination of piano, percussion drums and cello could be called an orchestra, so she chose a simple nomenclature: piano performance.

As expected, Vermouth had bad intentions.

Winnett hadn’t sat down for two minutes when a duo dressed 50% similar to her came in with a man in a suit. One tall, one short, one fat, one thin. This is always the favorite character combination in cartoons. She knew it was Gin and Vodka without even looking, but they were obviously working and blackmailing some unlucky guy.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

listen to music.

Slow down your brain.

Winnet waited patiently, because the music played was Bach’s chorale, which was impeccable, a piece Winnet was not familiar with but had a deep impression of. The more you are in the countryside, the more room there is for those classics to be brought into play, and the only difference between them and the elegant palaces is whether they are noisy or not.

She chewed the candy until the unfortunate man left. Vodka and Gin remained seated, staring at the stage. Winnett saw a woman standing at the edge of the stage in a sexy outfit. She was Australian, with brown skin exposed and a pink dress strap that was not securely wrapped around her chest. It was a model of immorality. She had to admit that it was indeed eye-catching, especially when she was a singer.

It turns out Gin likes this one!

Miss Winnet respects preferences, and people’s hobbies are often different from their own.

So what is the difference between me and Ai?

There seems to be no overlap!

Miss Winnett was satisfied. She was going to share a table with the two of them. Anyway, the three of them were as black as mullets. In this dark bar hall, no one paid attention to each other. The only light source was the high-color temperature dim lights embedded in the wall wine cabinets. The whole bar was dim. It was probably this atmosphere of creating a sense of distance that led to the fact that people came here in pairs, choosing between love or business.

Miss Weird Winnet leaves the table.

However, her seat was taken by someone else.

A waiter in a bartender’s uniform arrived first with a tray and two martini glasses on the silver tray. He placed the two glasses in front of the vodka and gin, and introduced them, “This is a bitter martini.” In fact, it is a classic American with lemon added. Miss Winette has already heard the mystery, the American martini is one-third French vermouth and two-thirds gin.

“It was the singer who invited you two,” said the waiter.

He glanced above the stage, as if it was true. Vodka had no doubts and smiled knowingly, thinking that the singer on the stage had noticed his big brother’s burning gaze and was overwhelmed by his big brother’s charm, and was completely enjoying it.

When he raised the wine glass and put it to his lips, Gin raised his hand slightly and dipped the half-smoked cigarette into it as if throwing a pen into a pen holder.

“what!”

Vodka opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock.

Gin’s hat brim was pulled down very deep, and his long bangs covered half of his face, making it impossible for others to see his true appearance and expression.

“What do you want to do?” Gin asked calmly. But within three seconds, he raised his right hand and grabbed the waiter’s hair, and asked again in a violent tone: “What is my purpose in asking you? Don’t you understand?”

He grabbed the waitress’s head and pressed her down on the table, and with his other hand he grabbed the ice pick on the table and stabbed it at the waitress’s head. However, as the tip of the ice pick fell halfway, a round ball hit the wine glass in front of him, splashing juice on his face. For a brief moment, he turned his head to protect his eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Vermouth took off her mask, revealing her long golden hair. Vodka was stunned, and Gin subconsciously called out her code name.

“Hehe, thank you honey! I’m just kidding.”

Vermouth looked in Winnet’s direction and gave her a strong hug. Although it was not a good reunion at all, she still kissed and shook hands like a noble, because this woman used gratitude as an excuse to knead the cute toy. Winnet’s eyes showed a look of disgust, and then ignored Vermouth and sat down next to Vodka.

Vermouth didn’t care about it at all. She took out a hairband from her pocket to tie up her big curly hair, and joked that she wanted to tease Gin, who was coveting the singer’s beauty.

“You look pretty scary. But I’m really touched that you saved me, baby!”

She held the back of Winnet’s chair with one hand, her eyes flashing.

“I’m just afraid that Gin might not know his limits,” Winette took off her hat. “If your mask accidentally sticks to your hair, what’s splashed on the table now is not wine, but brains.”

Gin snorted.

Vodka has a lot of concerns. On the one hand, there is a famous star, and on the other hand, there is a shareholder and philanthropist of a large company.

“Is this okay? You guys are so famous, it would be bad if people saw you with us, right?”

“Don’t worry, the other guests are staring at the singer who will be performing later.”

Vermouth put her hand on Winnet’s shoulder.

Miss Winnet had no doubt that if she were not wearing a waitress’s uniform, she would definitely sit on her lap. She was the kind of woman who liked dolls and had no sense of boundaries when it came to the things or people she liked.

“Let’s get back to the point.” Gin said, “Have you found what I asked you to find?”

“Well, if I really want to say it, I haven’t found the right owner yet.”

“What is the real owner?” Vodka thought someone had hidden it. “If you know where it is, please tell me.”

Winnet understood that this was a discussion about Shirley’s whereabouts. She felt that Gin was really persistent. If he wanted prey, Miss Winnet could give him a lot of them. And for someone like him who didn’t know when to stop and pursued blindly, it was understandable that he was hated and avoided.

That’s enough joking.

Miss Winnett could not laugh.

“Hmph!” Gin took out a new cigarette and put it in his mouth, “It’s useless. This woman has always kept her mouth shut. It’s not like you just know this now.” He took out a lighter.

“Ah, thank you for the compliment.” Vermouth reiterated her motto, “Are women more attractive the more secrets they have?”

“I’m about to vomit.” Gin said without even raising his head.

“Don’t just ask me, have you found the cat that escaped before?” Vermouth changed the subject, and the cat replaced Shirley again.

“Not yet, but I will definitely find it.” Gin smiled, “My nose has always been most sensitive to traitors, hehe… when the time comes, I will make her taste what terror is.”

“Then I have to get ahead of your nose.” Winnet chuckled and said that her sense of smell was just as keen.

Gin would not throw a tantrum like a primary school student whose seat was taken away and show an indifferent attitude. To him, the so-called hunting, the number of prey and the number of hunters could all add to the fun. As long as they were not fools who would cause trouble, he would be happy to enjoy this competitive relationship.

Winnet was worried about her previous wrong answer. Vermouth mentioned Shirley, on the one hand, because she was afraid that Shirley would misunderstand her position, and on the other hand, it was also a warning to her. Being controlled by others, Miss Winnet rarely experienced this feeling. In the past, even if she was obedient, it was just to provide labor, and she didn’t care about being ordered around. That’s the job of a pastor. It’s much harder to create concerns than to eliminate them. If Vermouth gave orders now, she would be willing to be a pawn until the moment when she needed to kill her with her own hands.