Chapter 264 Bumantha's Cookies

After leaving the tower on the top of the mountain, Loren Hill took the piece of paper with the book into his arms, then jumped into the sea of ​​clouds and returned to the central school building.

Passing through the sea of ​​clouds and the sky under the moonlight, then put away the emerald butterfly wings, the dress flew in the air, and slowly fell into the school building below.

When winter comes, the apricot trees next to the school building are also dead, and they look a little bare. There are only a few cedar trees standing upright between the school buildings, which play a role of blocking the line of sight.

Before entering the school building, Roland Hill shook his dress slightly, scattering a few snowflakes, and then walked into the slightly quiet dormitory building.

Due to the early arrival, there are not many people in the dormitory, and many rooms are still dark. Loren Hill stroked the pine handrail and walked on the stairs of the corridor. The chandelier under the ceiling was glowing with warm yellow light, but the air was still a little cold.

Several senior students in white dresses walked in front, and they talked to each other about current affairs.

"This year is colder than previous years. Why did I bring it from the northern cold leaves, and I feel that the school is colder than my hometown." A senior student complained in a low voice.

"Haha, does your white-feathered raven also fear the cold at times? It's really rare."

"It's normal, because the climate of Emenas is more humid, and it is located in the middle, unlike Xiao Ai's hometown, which is in the southern archipelago. Even if it is humid, it is very warm." A knowledgeable student explained. .

"If the air is humid, the heat will dissipate faster. This is what the teacher said."

"Well, Nong Nong knows a lot."

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"Okay, let's not talk about this, will there be any good programs for this year's Winter Festival Gala?"

"It's not clear yet. This time, it's one of the ten crowns, one of the ten winners, Lu Weiji-senpai, so it shouldn't be too bad."

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Roland Hill turned a corner and walked into the corridor of her room. Just as she was about to push the door and go back, a familiar voice rang beside her.

"Is it Lorraine? How's the holiday?" With a kind of affinity in his voice, Lorraine Hill turned his head and saw that it was Bumantha. She looked fitted and rustic in a white padded jacket with a thin brown leather belt washed around her waist.

"Holiday, it's been a wonderful time." Roland Hill recalled the recent experience with a hint of sigh in his voice.

"Come and sit down, I'm the only one here in our dormitory. I'm pretty lonely tonight."

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

After closing the door and lighting the candle, Bumantha sat Roland Hill at the table first, and then brought out a plate of villain gingerbread from the kitchen.

The color of gingerbread is similar to that of chocolate, and it is darker. The graininess of the flour after baking can be clearly seen on the surface. White icing is used to embellish the lines, drawing the appearance of small people, which is vivid and cute.

"Lorraine eat and see, I made this at home, and it was a little warm just now." Bumantha recommended.

Loren Hill picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He bit down on the piece first, and then chewed it slowly. It was sweet with a hint of ginger, and the taste was very good. It's a pity that Roland Hill didn't like eating ginger very much in his previous life, so his mood at this moment is a little complicated.

"Well, it's delicious." The girl then put the remaining gingerbread in her mouth and put down her hand.

"Then eat more." Bumansa pushed the plate over.

"No, no." The plate was pushed back again.

"You're welcome, Lorraine. We came early in the two dormitories, and there was no one else. If we didn't eat it, it would be a waste." Bumansa pushed the plate over again.

"Ugh..." Roland Hill picked up a biscuit again and chewed it in small bites.

Watching Lorraine 'happily' eating the biscuits, Bumansa put her hands on the table and talked about some past events.

"Actually, when I was a child, I liked eating biscuits very much, but my family was not rich, and there were not many opportunities to eat them. At that time, I thought, when can I eat biscuits as much as I can."

"Later." Lorraine Hill stopped and listened quietly to Bumantha's story.

"Later, my father went to a noble house to be a gardener, and it was a lot better. Unfortunately, my mother didn't give me much pocket money, so I was still greedy."

"So I learned to make snacks and biscuits by myself, and I slowly became good at it." Bumantha picked up a cookie, broke it crisply, and put a part of it into her mouth.

"Does Lorraine have any plans for the future? In my case, I've been thinking about opening a bakery or a pastry shop in the future."

"Me?" Roland Hill was a little lost in thought.

If you talk about the past life, you still have an idea. That is to plant a fruit forest. You only need to be busy for a period of time every year, and you can rest at other times. You can sit under the tree to enjoy the shade, read a book, and wait for the sun to rise and the moon to set.

"I want to live a quiet life." Unfortunately, it is not easy, Roland Hill secretly added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"Amazing dream~" Bumantha praised with a cookie.

"Huh?...Why do you say that." Roland Hill was a little puzzled.

"Because it's Lorraine, if you can live a quiet life at home with peace of mind, it must be a peaceful and prosperous world." Bumansa said an oriental adjective.

"No, it sounds like I'm going to save the world." Roland Hill shook his head, his long hair slid across the fluff on his hood.

"But Lorraine is such a person. You have a lot of things to consider and care about." Bumantha continued.

"Other girls are concerned about looking good today, having fun, and finding the perfect match. And you're rarely in that regard.

Take your time and teach those boys in the first half of the year. They are obviously not members of our club. You also clearly remember the subjects they are good at and weak subjects, and explain them in a targeted manner. "

"Not only that, you even care about their outlook on life, just like an old woman."

"No way~" Roland Hill shook his head quickly, hiding a slightly shy expression, then stood up and pinched Bumantha's face, preventing her from continuing to speak.

"Okay, I don't want to ask..." Bumantha took Roland Hill's slightly cold hand and took it down.

"However, if Lorraine can live a quiet and leisurely life, it will definitely be a beautiful world." Bumansa said quietly, the warm candlelight sprinkled on her golden hair, reflecting a faint light.

"Why does Bumansa think so much? Maybe I just care a little about others, how can I think so far." Roland Hill was still a little puzzled.

"There are many people who care about others, but limited by themselves, they don't go too far and do things that they can't do by themselves. It's like the wheel keeps spinning, and there is always a moment when it hits a wall and stops."

"But you can really do what you want, and the wheels spin like never ending."

"So, if you can be lazy, try to rest as much as possible, otherwise one day, you will be exhausted." Bumantha picked up a piece of gingerbread and stuffed it into Loren Hill's mouth, stopping her thoughts of arguing.

"Woooo..."