glass lover

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Murat thought to himself, perhaps, he had seen this "Professor Rabeinat" on different occasions many years ago.Meeting each other and not knowing each other is a trick that life often plays.

With two or three points of serious curiosity, Murat searched for information about "Pheser New School of Art" on the general Internet.

This is a very new school, founded in the fourth year of the New Empire. It has eight departments, namely music, dance, fine arts, industrial design, film, drama, architecture, and art administration.

Among them, there is indeed a Margaret in the list of teachers in the Department of Architecture.HermanRabenate, 36 years old, is a full professor.The teachers in this school are generally very young, but only Rabeinat became a full professor at the age of 36.

According to her personal experience, in the spring of 15 in the imperial calendar, she won the excellent watercolor painting award at the Imperial Art Biennale. She was only [-] years old at the time, and entered the National Odin Academy of Art in the fall of the same year. After graduating with an artist diploma, for nearly three years, she was the head of the designer firm, and the school experience did not list what projects she had completed during this period.In the first year of the New Imperial Calendar, he was recruited into the Provincial Construction Bureau of the Ministry of Industry to participate in the planning and execution of the design and construction of the Lion Spring.In the sixth year of the New Empire, Rabeinat left the Ministry of Industry and Technology, and was immediately recruited to the school as an associate professor. Last year, he was promoted to a full professor.

A woman's life is written in just a few paragraphs.No exaggeration, no comments, just a statement of facts, of course, without her emotions.It seems to be a typical life process of a successful young intellectual.In the profile photo, she didn't look like she met on the street on the weekend morning, but it made Murat suddenly feel that she was almost Rainer.Feminized version of Commodore Blau.

Although on the surface it seems that there is no intersection between them, the "Imperial Art Biennale" award reminds Murat of his colleague Mecklinger who has just retired.Murat, who has never been used to participating in art activities, is no stranger to this award. Mecklinger has won the award of this biennale more than once.

Murat resisted the urge to ask Mecklinger for a moment, but Mecklinger invited him to dinner at home by a very coincidental.Murat went to the appointment happily without any anticipation.

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Marshal Mecklinger, who originally served as the second Minister of Military Affairs, retired in the ninth year of the New Imperial Calendar, and is now a freelance artist.No matter what other people think of Mecklinger's calm life after retirement, Murat himself is quite envious.

It's not because of the exhaustion and doubts of his loyalty and dedication to the country, but in recent years, Murat has more or less begun to want to live a different life, want to have a different social circle, and want to understand More things that were too late or had no time to touch.

"Maybe this is the midlife crisis." He often laughs at himself like this.Although he is not yet 40 years old, perhaps because of the premature radiance of life, he has to face the mentality of middle age early.

The car drove to the entrance of Mecklinger's villa on time, and found that there was no parking space in front of it.It turned out that today's "Meal Talk" was actually a poetry recitation, and most of the invited guests were friends from the arts and literature circles.

Murat entered the door with a sense of surprise.Before dinner time, the guests were mostly walking and talking in the garden.The garden designed by Mecklinger himself is full of harmonious beauty. The vine brackets are full of unknown flowers, climbing into a fragrant arch leading to the house.

Walking through the arch, in the shadow of the pergola, Murat accidentally bumped into a lady.The other party let out a low exclamation, and the two took a step back automatically, trying to see who the other party was.

"I'm really sorry, it's too dark, I didn't see you clearly." Murat said first.

"No, I shouldn't be blocking your way here. It's just that the flowers on this shelf are so fragrant, so I stopped for a while." She smiled and bowed.

"You..." Murat was slightly stunned.This lady's voice seems to have been heard somewhere.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

The two left under the flower stand at the same time, and walked side by side to the door of the house.In the dim light of the sky, Murat finally saw clearly that this lady was none other than Margaret.HermanRabenette.

He couldn't be sure if Ms. Rabeinat remembered the previous encounter.But Murat would not be surprised if she recognized herself.They did not speak again until they entered the house.

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Mecklinger is a competent and good host, and he gracefully turns around, making every guest feel that the host is very considerate to him.He introduced each of the ladies present for Murat, and finally came to Rabeinat.

Ms. Rabeinat is of medium height and not tall.She brushed her dark brown hair back to give a nice curve to her naturally curly hair, and wore a pair of gray opal earrings and matching necklace.The moderately exposed nape looks generous and natural.A dark blue velvet dress with understated glamour.Without exaggerated sleeves and skirts, it looks crisp and simple.

Murat looked at her carefully.Ms. Marguerite Herman Rabeinat is not a beautiful beauty, but she exudes a balanced intellectual beauty.

"Hello. Nice to meet you."

"I have admired your name for a long time." Ms. Rabeinette replied calmly.Her beautiful lake-green eyes make people feel that she has been persuaded before any topic is started.The two each chose an adjacent sofa to sit down. Murat squinted and saw a piece of today's newspaper on the side table.

"Now it's getting more and more lively, and people are more and more active in expressing their opinions. Will you also participate in such sex activities?"

Murat, who really didn't know how to start, picked a topic at random.He actually knew that these social welfare organizations were committed to solving post-war problems, such as poverty, orphans, family support and so on.For him as a soldier, it seemed a cruel reminder.The amount of pension allocated by the Ministry of Military Affairs every year is frighteningly large. When preparing and reviewing the budget every year, several of their colleagues couldn't help but sigh: "Who says human life is worthless?"

"I will also participate. The war is so miserable, no matter whether it is defeated or won, it will leave too many problems. Someone must try to speak out and try to solve it. You may have a similar experience." Ms. Rabeinat said calmly, "However, where there are people, there will be politics, then there will be disputes, and finally there may be frictions. There is no way to do this, unless everyone has civic awareness and self-awareness, and is willing to choose a more pragmatic and peaceful way to solve it. "

"In this way, we seem to be on opposing sides," Murat smiled gracefully, "but you really clearly pointed out the problem."

Ms. Rabeinat smiled and replied: "Having half your life as a soldier is the way you choose to contribute to this country and so many people. I believe you must also want to do it because you feel that this society is unfair. Something. Me too, I just chose a different path.”

Ms. Rabeinat said lightly, but Murat felt an indescribable touch.

"Then, are you a so-called anti-war faction?"

"Not really. My father, and other people who were very important to me, almost all of them were soldiers. I respected them, loved them, and they had a huge impact on my personality. But, from the day I lost my parents Since then, I've never had a moment where I'm not questioning the meaning of war and nationhood."

The two were silent for a while.

The poetry reading has already begun, and the reader is a young brown-haired poet.With the shyness of a teenager, he walked to the front of the living room with a poem in his hand and began to publish his new works.

The content of the poem is to describe a young woman's love and desire for an older man.Special attention has been paid to the rhyme of this poem, which makes the cadence of reading aloud very clear and pleasant.The words of the poem are subtle and moving.

Squinting at the ladies present, they seemed to be enjoying the recitation.Turning to peek at Ms. Rabeinat, only to find that she lowered her head, folded her hands, contemplating something, with a mysterious radiance on her face.It's not like joy, it's not like sadness.

At the end of the poem, the man left her forever, not because of a new love, nor because of frivolity.It's a sad ending, but there are no sentimental words.Huitang's touch in the air condensed into applause.The young poet bowed deeply, thanking everyone for their listening and praise.

The people present began to discuss enthusiastically the topic of "secret love" mentioned in the poem.Murat, who had nothing to say, brought a glass of cocktail and sat down in the corner of the living room.Although he didn't know everyone well, he didn't dislike such gatherings, at least the people present were sincerely interested in poetry.He pricked up his ears to hear what everyone was talking about.

"Nice poem. What do you think?"

It was Madame Rabeinat who was sitting next to him, also sipping slowly from a glass of wine.

"I really don't have much research on poetry, which makes you laugh."

"Don't say that. If you feel a little bit of beauty in it, then you know it. It's not as difficult as you think."

Ms. Rabeinat's voice and language had a wonderful sense of stability, which made Murat suddenly relaxed without knowing it.