[American Entertainment] Dance out of my youth

Tom thought for a while.

The surname and first name are given by his parents. He has been called "Tom Holland" since he was born, and he has been used to it for more than 20 years.To "Tom Elliot-Holland"?It seems that it is not impossible.Many young people now choose to let their children use double surnames, and he easily accepted it.But, add the wife's surname after marriage?He had never considered it yet.

As for the "ownership" issue that Grace mentioned, he instinctively ignored it.He is a new youth in the 21st century, how could he have that kind of decadent male chauvinism!

Grace leaned against his back, hugged his waist, and asked softly in his ear, "Are you struggling?"

"Huh?" He was puzzled.

"Is it unacceptable?"

"No. However, changing my surname is a very important thing. I still use the name Tom Holland in my work."

She thought for a while, "Well, indeed." In fact, the surname is also a formality, so there is no need to care about it seriously, but she is still very satisfied with his attitude.His occupation is rather special. Producers and audiences are already familiar with the name "Tom Holland". Changing his surname is not impossible or unprecedented, but it is... a bit troublesome.

Changing the surname is not a big deal, but he is very unhappy about the need for notarization of pre-marital property.

"What do you mean?" He turned to look at her angrily, but she was still leaning against his back, hugging his waist.

"Isn't everyone like this? If we all only get an annual salary of tens of thousands of pounds, we don't need to do property notarization."

"Is it necessary?" He frowned.

"It's necessary." She nodded, "so as not to delay the divorce for too long in the future because of property matters."

Tom was furious. "Can you shut up? You're thinking of divorce before you're married? What's the matter with you!"

He grabbed her palm, originally intending to pull her arm away, but he didn't know how to hold her hand tightly.He was quite sad, "You always have a way to make me sad with one word. Is there something wrong with me? Or, you don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's me—" she sighed, "I may not be as convinced as you are that we will always be together."

"Why?" He just didn't understand this, "You are too pessimistic, you are really strange. On the one hand, you don't allow me not to love you, but on the other hand, you can't believe that you will always love me. You put I'm confused."

"I didn't say that—" She lacked confidence, and her voice became lower and lower. "Isn't it just a pre-marital property notarization? If you ask your lawyer, he will definitely suggest you to do a property notarization."

"I don't want to ask a damn lawyer!" He said angrily, "I clearly don't want to settle everything with you! Why? Why do you always think clearly about everything? It's because you make more money than me ?"

"Because--money is a very practical thing, and I want to distinguish it as clearly as possible. I only earned tens of millions on the books, and I don't have tens of millions in cash in the bank. Tom, you should think about this more maturely question."

"I don't want to discuss this topic."

"But you always have to think about it."

"I don't want to think about it. My money is yours, and your money is still yours. Even, I mean even," he said reluctantly, "Even if there may be a divorce in the future, I will not I care about you, and don't worry that I will want your money."

"What if... I didn't start a company, but just a student?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Have."

"I don't see any difference. What are you worried about? What is your strange anxiety about? Worried that I won't love you in the future? Or that you won't love me? Stop thinking about it, I won't give you a chance to leave me, You can only love me, for several years, ten years, decades. If you think that one day you will no longer love me, it must be because of something I did not do well, you can tell me what you want How do I do it. 'Money' will never be a problem between us, your worries are unnecessary. I will not hurt you, I swore, you should trust me."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence, "You should also believe in yourself."

Grace said nothing.

Her warm breath gently brushed against his ear, itching; her soft lips kissed the back of his neck, itching.

They failed to go to Yunnan because Tom was ill.

That night, I had a fever at first and took two aspirin. In the middle of the night, I vomited twice for no reason.Grace quickly dragged him up, helped him get dressed, asked the front desk clerk of the hotel, and took him directly to a nearby hospital for nighttime emergency.

There were neither too many patients nor too few patients in the emergency room. The emergency doctors were proficient in their work, and the consultation was quite fast. Tom was in the queue within ten minutes.Grace was the interpreter, and the doctor checked his body temperature, tongue coating, and throat, and said that it was acute gastroenteritis, which occurs frequently in summer, and prescribed an injection.

Grace ran up and down again to pay for the medicine and take him to the emergency injection line.

Sick Tom looked more well-behaved than usual, listless, lying on the recliner at the injection site. "Drink some water." Grace handed him the mineral water bottle.He took the mineral water, rinsed his mouth first, and took a sip.

"Drink more."

He felt uncomfortable all over, and shook his head, "I can't drink it." He looked at her pitifully, "Headache, uncomfortable."

"It will be fine after I get the injection." She thought about how her sick mother comforted her when she was a child, touching his hand and forehead.

"Stay with me."

"Ah."

"Don't walk away again."

"If you don't go away, everything is done, and then I will wait for the nurse to give you a needle."

He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.It sucks to be sick!

A few minutes later, a nurse came and put a needle in him.

Although he was the only foreigner at the injection site—the nurse instinctively regarded Grace as a "Chinese who looked like a foreigner"—the nurse called his name earnestly to confirm the patient.

The needle stuck in the back of his hand, and soon, a gust of cool water entered his veins.

"Is it cold? I'll go out to see if any stores are still open and buy you a blanket."

He shook his head, "It's not cold. Don't go, just stay here."

"You're going to be cold when you have a fever. I'll ask the nurse's station if there are any blankets."

She got up and left for a moment, then returned with a thin blanket and covered him.

"The nurse asked if you were that Tom Holland and if I could have your autograph."

"I don't want to move at all right now."

"Let's talk about it after lifting the water."

He lay peacefully on the recliner and took a sleepy nap for over an hour.When he woke up and didn't see Grace, he was a little panicked, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call her.

"Where have you been?" said the aggrieved voice.

"It's in the bathroom. I'll be right over." Sick people are always very clingy, so it looks like he's still a boy.

She went back to the injection, and Tom looked better and refreshed.

"I woke up and couldn't see you. I was so scared that you would ignore me and leave me alone, and I couldn't speak Chinese." He acted childishly.

"That's okay, there are many English-speaking people in China now, and you can't lose them." She said solemnly.

He smiled, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep for a while? There are still empty chairs here."

"It will be dawn in more than an hour. Your bottle of salt water is about half an hour away. Don't fall asleep. When the water reaches here, wake me up." She pointed it out to him.

"How do nurses say it in Chinese? Is it 'hu-shi'?" His pronunciation is not bad, which can be regarded as standard Mandarin.

"Yes." He must have learned it by hearing someone call a nurse to pull out the needle.

"Go to sleep, I will call the nurse. I can't do such a small thing badly."

Grace was half reclining on the recliner next to him, her eyes closed.After tossing around for most of the night, I was really tired and sleepy, and soon fell asleep.

On the verge of falling asleep, she was vaguely aware that Tom was covering her with a blanket.

She couldn't open her eyelids, and she didn't feel that she was in a deep sleep, but when she opened her eyes, it was already daylight.

Tom hung the salt water for 3 days, and finally the fever subsided.

They still stayed in Hangzhou for the past 3 days. Since it was gastroenteritis, Grace only let him eat some light food, porridge in the morning, noon and evening, which was too light.He always feels hungry, but watching Grace eat pizza or Chinese food, he has no appetite and can't eat.

Grace refunded her flight ticket to Yunnan and rebooked her flight to London. After 3 days, his fever subsided. The two flew to Shanghai that day, stayed for 1 day, and flew back to London directly on the 4th day.