The God's Boy

"Tom took the glass but didn't drink it, and he spoke to Gatsby suddenly, with some pointed meaning.

"I like to be lively, and I never refuse any guests at my parties." Gatsby's tone was not the least bit unhappy, and he easily avoided the topic, "I also hope that Mr. Buchanan can spend time with your wife Have a great night here."

"I hope so, but I'm also curious, how Daisy met someone like you." Tom squinted at Gatsby, his tone was a bit unfriendly, and Daisy and Baker also noticed, they agreed Turning to look at Tom and Gatsby, Daisy's expression was a little displeased.

"My wife and I are old acquaintances. We met at a ball. Your wife is as beautiful and moving as now, which is unforgettable." Although Gatsby was very polite with his words, he was clearly provoking Tom. It has to be said that there was a sense of revenge in his doing this. After all, to him, Tom was also the enemy who killed him, and this little revenge was better than nothing.

Sure enough, Tom's expression became more and more ugly, even a little bit angry. Nick stood aside and watched the show calmly, not wanting to interfere at all. It was Daisy who stopped her husband at the right time. She said softly to her husband: "Tom ,do not do that."

Tom held back his sulking and didn't attack. He didn't want to do anything demeaning on this occasion. After all, he still had an inexplicable sense of superiority from the upper class.

Cheerful music lingers in your ears, dancing crowds come and go before your eyes, and the aroma of wine and food can't dissipate in everyone's nose. This is a crazy and seductive party, and all men and women are smiling sharply. Crying and immersing in it.

Tom sat on the side smoking a cigar in silence, watching the two girls laughing and chatting, his eyes flicked to Gatsby's direction from time to time, with a bit of questioning and scrutiny, which made Nick beside Gatsby feel Feeling a little uncomfortable, but Gatsby remained calm.

It's not that Gatsby didn't notice Tom's unkind gaze, but he didn't want to do anything. He was recalling the last ball at the Shura Field, and he looked so happy at that time, but now thinking about it, he felt ridiculously self-satisfied and stupid. This made Gatsby involuntarily start laughing at himself.

"This kind of banquet is really inappropriate for people like us. I wonder if Mr. Gatsby is free to accept Daisy and I's invitation?" Tom lit the cigar in his hand, took a puff of smoke and spoke again. , and Daisy on the side also heard it, she was a little surprised but quickly realized, she said happily: "Of course, Jay, we would like to treat you to lunch tomorrow, if you can accept the appointment, Tom and I Will be happy."

As Daisy said, she shook Tom's hand on her knee. Tom returned her a stiff smile, and Baker looked at Nick, while Nick looked at Gatsby.

"Of course, there is no need for me to refuse your invitation. In fact, I am very happy." Gatsby agreed to Tom's invitation. He raised the wine glass in his hand to Tom, and even tilted his head, still smiling. sincere.

Gatsby naturally knew that this invitation would not be that simple. It can be said that tomorrow's lunch is the starting point that determines the ending of Gatsby's death, and Gatsby hopes that tomorrow will be another starting point for his new life.

Seeing that Gatsby agreed, Tom didn't say anything else. Instead, Daisy dragged Gatsby to dance, and Baker dragged Nick off the dance floor. The attractive and beautiful figure made him a little itchy, and he even forgot that it was inappropriate for him to do so in his current situation.

Finally, when Daisy and the others came back, Tom had long since disappeared. After asking, he didn't know where Tom had gone, but Daisy seemed to have foreseen something, and her originally happy expression gradually became stiff, and her eyes gradually It became empty, and Gatsby knew that Daisy probably guessed where Tom was going, but he didn't say anything, but handed Daisy a cocktail.

It was a long time after that that Tom reappeared. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but even Gatsby noticed Tom's strangeness. Tom's excuses were a bit clumsy, and Daisy just changed her face and said nothing. Turned around and got into the car, Tom got into the car right after him, Tom and Daisy waved goodbye to Nick in the car, and Baker in the back gave Nick a look, and soon the car disappeared into the night among.

Nick walked to Gatsby's side and watched the drunken guests around him leave one after another. The lively banquet was coming to an end, and all the noise and glitz gradually receded, leaving only a mess on the floor.

"Will you go tomorrow?" Gatsby turned his head to look at Nick. Although he knew that Nick would attend tomorrow's event, he still wanted to ask to make sure.

"I don't really want to go, but I'm worried about you, so I can only reluctantly attend." Nick jokingly said to Gatsby, "Shall we drive separately tomorrow?"

"That's too troublesome. I'll drive there with you tomorrow and come back together after dinner." Gatsby thought for a while before proposing, "You drank a lot today, stop drinking."

Nick looked at the wine glass in his hand and shrugged. He didn't realize it himself, but Gatsby discovered it first. He did drink a lot of cocktails today. After all, he was just a bystander today, so he had nothing to say. Sometimes only drinking is not awkward and awkward.

Nick followed Gatsby towards the inside of the house, walked through a messy place, until they reached Gatsby's garden, and then went on to the path leading to Nick's wooden house. The two stood on the second-floor terrace , looking at the sea behind the house.

Different from the ocean during the day, the sea at night looks more mysterious. The green light emitted by the lighthouse on the other side shines on the sea surface, and the sea breeze blows the waves on the beach. This is a scene that Gatsby can see every night.

It was already very late at this time, and the noise in the manor had quieted down early, especially in the secluded back garden, where there was no one else except Gatsby and Nick.

"Before you go back to rest, would you like to dance with me?" Gatsby looked at the sea and suddenly proposed to Nick. This proposal seemed a bit abrupt, and Nick did not answer for a long time.

Gatsby turned his head to look at Nick. Nick's expression was a little subtle. Gatsby looked at Nick's eyes and did not look away until Nick himself looked away in embarrassment. However, he did not directly reject Gatsby's offer. invite.

"There is no music now, if there is, I will never refuse."

"Well, we can only wait for the next time." Gatsby didn't say anything, he easily let Nick go, "It's getting late, you go back and rest early, I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Nick bid farewell to Gatsby, he went down the stairs, and walked towards his own room, while Gatsby kept watching Nick leave, and when Nick was about to disappear in Gatsby At the moment of sight, Nick suddenly turned around and waved goodbye to Gatsby again, and Gatsby waved back with a smile.

Nick disappeared from Gatsby's sight, and after a while the lights of the cabin came on, dispelling the darkness.

The next day Gatsby drove his new car to pick up Nick. The time was not too early, and it was more than enough for them to attend the appointment. Gatsby was not in a hurry, after all, there was going to be a good show today.

Gatsby hesitated for a long time before going out, and finally decided to put on that ridiculous pink suit. He deliberately made some posturing poses in the mirror, and finally ended with a somewhat self-deprecating smile.

Gatsby honked the horn outside Nick's house for a while, and after making sure that Nick could hear him, he sat on the car seat and waited for Nick. It didn't take long for Gatsby to see Nick open the door sleepily and look out.

Nick looked like he had just woken up, his pajamas hadn't been put on yet, and his hair was still messy, which seemed unexpectedly cute to Gatsby.Nick opened the door and saw Gatsby and his new car. After admiring it for a while, Nick walked to the door and said, "Sorry, I slept a little late last night, so I woke up late. Would you like to go in and sit?"

"No, I'll just wait for you here, don't make me wait too long." Gatsby refused Nick's invitation, but Nick didn't insist, he said to Gatsby: "Okay, then just wait a minute, I'll be there soon." Good." Gatsby nodded, Nick reached out and wiped the car body, and returned to the house with some reluctance, and began to tidy himself up.

Nick didn't keep Gatsby waiting for long. He was just like Gatsby remembered, wearing a khaki three-piece suit, his hair was neatly combed, and the smile on his face was still bright.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Nick opened the car door and sat next to Gatsby. He turned to look at Gatsby, and sincerely apologized to him.

"It's okay, it's still early, you drank a lot of wine last night, do you have a headache today?" Gatsby asked Nick very considerately, he took out a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Nick, "Here's what I brought for you." For breakfast, eat something to pad your stomach, you didn't eat much last night, and lunch didn't start so early."

"Uh...thank you." Nick took the paper bag Gatsby brought. He couldn't refuse Gatsby's kindness. After all, his stomach was a little restless, and it was still early.

Gatsby waited for Nick to sit down before starting the car, and began to drive towards the manor on the other side of the coast. Gatsby's speed was not fast. Compared with the speed when the two of them went to town the first time, it was almost considered fast now. it's like a walk