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"Calm down—Pepa, it's been here for two hours!"
"Hey, it's not my problem again!"
When Aunt Pepa had finished speaking, the cloud that hung over them had doubled in size. Snowflakes drifted down, covering every tile of the magic house tightly and "airtight". They don't have a thermometer and couldn't determine the temperature right now. But to be sure, it's definitely a hundred times colder than the Colombian winter.
Mirabell rubbed her arms, and a sigh of white air came out. Since castle was rebuilt, everyone's talents have been strengthened. But it also buried some hidden dangers - if they quarreled, the magic had a greater chance of getting out of control, and it would take more time to adjust back to the way it was. For example, even if today's little contradiction has been resolved, Pepa has not been able to drive away the cloud above her head. The whole family shivered together in the cold wind.
"All right—all right. That can only make us take one step at a time. Pepa, you have to guarantee... I mean, effort. Because if anything happens again, the snow will flood the magic house. ”
Abuela changed his tone halfway through. Forced robbery will never work. After that last incident, she was trying, as she said, not to ask everyone anymore. Camilo was immediately aware. He appeared with hot tea in hand, rubbed his mother's shoulders, and talked to her and went into the room with the rocking chair.
Even if the crisis is not lifted, life will continue. But the hardest thing for them is the problem of clothes. The tropical climate gives their wardrobes the lightest of the clothes they can stuff, and the thickest is no more than a jacket. The Madrigal rejected the townspeople's suggestion to spend the night outside—they couldn't leave the castle behind to let it take care of itself. Besides, the magic house also maintained the temperature in their house, even if it was not as comfortable as before, but it could still barely survive.
Everyone was outside for a while. It wasn't until the snow fell to the point where they buried their shoes that they said goodbye to each other and went back to their rooms. Mirabel was the last to go back, perfecting Antonio's snowman and pinching a few more mice, hoping that Bruno's friends would be happy about it. When she entered her room, she was greeted not with warmth, but with a colder step. Only then did she realize that the castle had put her room in its entirety. They are closely related and share a consistent temperature.
She wondered if she should go to Julieta. As soon as she set off, the cold wind rushed into her sleeve and danced on her skin. She was knocked down and could only try to warm herself up by using materials as much as possible.
So when Bruno knocked on her door, all he saw was the way she was curled up in the quilt. She took out all the clothes in the closet and piled them on the quilt, and the sheets were also pulled out and wrapped in her. He looked at her, and at an inopportune thought of some sort of furry animal cowering in the cave for warmth.
Before that, he also hid in his room for warmth. But his room was dismissive of the magic house's arrangements, and always had its own arrangements. Wherever he went, the sand buried him tightly and only his nose was exposed to sustain his breathing. When Bruno was drowned in sand for the thirtieth time, he finally decided to find another way out.
His first candidate, of course, was Mirabel. And as he trotted all the way through the cold corridors, opening the door with Mirabel's permission, he was greeted by the same tightly covered Mirabel. He thought he couldn't escape such a fate, but later realized that it was her own doing.
"So what do we do, Bruno?" I guess your tower should be much warmer than my room. ”
“pfffffff... It's all sand there. I'd rather be buried in snowflakes than be buried in sand. ”
Mirabel got out of the quilt and sat on the bed with him, discussing where to go. The temperature seems to be lower. Bruno looked at Mirabel's trembling shoulders and knew he couldn't go on like this anymore. If he had spent a little longer in this ice cave, he had no doubt that his niece would be frozen immediately.
"Well, I probably know the answer. But we'll have to go a little bit. ”
She blinked, and just as she was about to respond to Bruno, she sneezed heavily. She had wanted to say that she was ready for this adventure, that she had the full vibrancy to overcome the cold. But what came was a warmth. By the time she realized, Bruno had put on her own green cloak.
"Although Julieta is able to heal you... But I still don't want you to catch a cold. ”
Then Bruno opened the door and blocked in front of her, Blocked the cold current.
They ended up in the same room where they first met. The temperature inside the walls is almost the same as outside. To her surprise, there was a small stove in that room. The wood left over from Bruno's collection to rebuild the castle came in handy, and they were thrown in, bursting and cracking in the fire as the matches were lit.
"Uh... I guess I can explain this. Sometimes I have to make something to eat myself, of course, in the middle of the night. It's not easy to get it, but I paid for it! I asked them to put the money on the table. ”
He draped the blanket over Mirabel's body while explaining, and then went on to get busy with something else. Mirabel moved her hand closer to the stove and felt herself slowly thawing. Once again she looked around the magical little house—there was a decade about Bruno. It probably has all the necessities, but it lacks relatives and love.
Bruno lifted the kettle to the stove, and after a few small talks the water grunted and boiled. He brewed two cups of hot cocoa in hot water and exchanged Julietta's tacos for marshmallows from his mouse friend. He added two pieces to Mirabel's cup, and after handing it to her, told her to remember to brush her teeth when she finished drinking.
Next up is soap opera time. This time it's a very different but bumpy love story. It was all too much fun. Mirabel couldn't help but stretch out and yawn comfortably. When she looked at Bruno, she realized that he was still just wearing his thin shirt.
"Bruno!" She called out to him, dangling the blanket over her shoulders, motioning to share with him.
"Me? Oh no no no, it's warm enough now... You see, I'm sweating! “
He waved his hand in panic, but he couldn't resist her enthusiasm. Mirabel sat down next to him, threw the blanket halfway through his body, and then half leaned on him.
Warmth came to him. All his words evaporated instantly, and his cheeks were steamed red. He couldn't help but admit that it was comfortable to look like this... Very comfortable. But his heart was beating wildly, and his chest hurt.
Bruno lowered his head slightly, but accidentally rubbed Mirabel's face. She laughed out loud at his crap. Listen to her chuckle. He also smiled for some reason.
Then Mirabel held his face.
It's over. Bruno thought. The current movements are also too subtle. Their foreheads touched each other' foreheads, and a strand of Bruno's curly hairs hung down to the tip of Mirabel's nose, shaking gently. Through the lenses, he could see Mirabel's eyes flashing. The sound of wood cracking is in tune with the heartbeat. What to say? He realized that Mirabel's gaze had gone all the way down to the flap of his lips. He closed his eyes, ready for the kiss. But only the wetness came from the corner of the mouth.
"This side rubbed cocoa."
He opened his eyes and saw Mirabel smiling at him.
Has there ever been a time when he felt that he was in love with this girl who surprised him all the time?
Then, as usual, by the time of the finale, Mirabel was already dozing off his shoulder. He whispered a round of applause to the actors and gently made Mirabel lie down again. He stared at her sleeping face, hesitated, and finally put the kiss on her lips.
This sofa is just right for two people. Bruno felt the girl's breath in his arms and rubbed her curls. What will happen to that cloud tomorrow? He thought that no matter what, the problem would always be solved. It's like winter always ends. He laughed unconsciously, and then prepared to usher in spring with his lover.
——fin——