Clara went into the kitchen, she used notebook to make room cooler, after a while she found it unexpectedly cool. Moreover, even mosquitoes couldn't get in. Although citronella could eliminate mosquitoes, the effect was too slow, and mosquitoes nowadays weren't afraid anymore.
Fortunately, she discovered this in time. Clara was busy cooking in the kitchen, while Mateo was inside lighting candles and learning to write. Strange brushes, strange paper, and strange letter. Mateo was writing Clara's name, with many strokes. On a large piece of paper were many words written by Clara, his and Clara's names, as well as the names of other people. There were also some casually written sentences, like poetry.
Reading was really tiring; there were so many unfamiliar words. Imitating Clara's writing, Mateo became happier as he wrote. Soon, the rich aroma of fish soup wafted through, and Mateo was thinking about having a wife is truly happiness.
