mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Mr. Frank is German.

As an executive in a world-renowned automobile company, he has a fairly good family background and settled in the imperial capital, but Mr. Frank often appears on the subway, wearing a pressed suit during working hours and denim clothes during leisure time.

Mr. Frank is only 31 years old.

I went to the United States to study high school three years ago. Three years later, I already have my own new band. I am 19 years old, not the youngest, but no one thinks that I am mature. It is the opposite of relying on the old to sell the old. I tried my best , doing a lot of outrageous and crazy things, let the people around me see that I am so young and willful, they may envy me that I can be unscrupulous.

I have a broken piece on my knee. The season is not late summer and early autumn, nor is it cold in late autumn, but it happens to be in the middle of these autumns, which are neither hot nor cold. Face side, I drank a few bottles of beer.

I was wearing baggy shorts and stockings, a vest with holes in it, and a baggy shirt outside. It looked unreliable, but it was unreliable. My friends were college students, and some didn’t study. And high school students.

This is the first time in my life to take the subway, the first time to drink a lot but not drunk, the first time to see Frank.

He was standing right in front of me with his briefcase in one hand and the roof rail in the other, and I didn't notice him until the guitar hit his arm as he got out of the car.

"Sorry." I said.

At that time, what I thought was that my English was not bad. Apart from spoken English, there seemed to be nothing left for me to study abroad. The foreigner in front of me was almost 1.9 meters tall, like the most serious model in the fashion week show.

No plan to talk to him again.

"It's okay." His Chinese is too standard, and his pronunciation is almost close to the level of native speakers. He stepped back half a step to make way for me and my companions. At this time, I took a more serious look at his face, and then, I looked away and drilled Get out of the crowded crowd and head for the car door.

I almost forgot about him.

Frank picked up the ID card I left on the subway, and when we met for the second time, he was wearing a jacket and jeans, sitting on a blue chair in the corridor of the police station, and raised his wrist to check the time.

"Zuo Boyao." When the police handed me the ID card, Frank read my name in a calm tone.

"Thank you."

The second time we met, there was still not much communication. I was indifferent to the world, and Frank was also a part of the world, but since then, I remembered him and knew that his name was Frank, he was a German, and he worked in Haidian.

I don't have a father, but I have a very powerful mother. She rubbed my head as gently as a dog. I got up from the sofa and lay down in another direction. My mother gave a helpless "tsk".

The relationship between mother and child is not bad, I said: "A foreigner picked up my ID card, what should we give?"

"It's only sincere to invite a guest, what do you think?"

"Cut," I said dismissively, "Don't be funny, I don't know you."

The next night, I rehearsed with Wenduo, Liao Yiran, and Feizi. The location was the old warehouse that Feizi’s father found. It was not decorated much, but I liked the shabby smell. It is hundreds of square meters, spacious and bright, and I have used two many months.Feizi looks like an obedient girl, wearing glasses and ponytail, she always arrives after class, she is tall, her eyes bulge out when she smiles.

What others can't see is that Feizi is an iron T. He made a girlfriend half a month ago. Feizi lifted his trouser legs and tied his white and black school uniform jacket around his waist. We sat on a pile of discarded tin barrels .

My phone was vibrating non-stop, and I picked it up to check it when I got impatient, only to find that all the calls were missed by Zhao Yun.

He asked me to talk about the band's performance and got drunk. I asked him why he didn't come to the rehearsal, and he said he was broken in love.

After only five days of talking, I fell out of love, cut.

It never occurred to me that Frank and my mother knew each other. They are in the business field. Not to mention that they have a good personal relationship. Whether there is even a personal relationship is open to question. If it weren’t for the fact that I lost my ID card, my mother might not have much Watch out for the unassuming German.

If a real stranger picked up my ID card, I would probably take the other person's wishes into account when thanking me, but Frank is a social opportunity that my mother can't let go, although this contact may not be used, but My mother still refused to let it go, and her argument was: "The details depend on the character, and such friends are worth making."

I said, "You are the chairman, and he is the vice president. Why do you have to rush to get to know each other?"

"Just kidding, if our company can also reach the level of BMW and Mercedes-Benz, then I will call them brothers and sisters."

To sum up, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

I was wearing a denim jacket with white graffiti, and I didn't fit in with the old-fashioned people in the western restaurant. I flipped through the thin menu three times, and then started to eat the appetizer that my mother ordered for me.

It doesn't matter what I eat, I'm still thinking about the track during the day, and Frank is dressed like someone from a British TV series, and he talks to my mother, in German.

My mother can speak a few words of German, so I have to show off.

Added contact information, so that we really know each other. I was curious and wanted to know what kind of car the executives of the automobile company drove, so I followed him to see after eating, but he said: "I took the subway today. .”

The lingering subway appeared again between him and me. I clenched my fists and said nothing. My mother still praised him: "Taking public transportation is a virtue."

My mother has no virtue.

I do not have either.

After all, my mother is considered an elder, and Frank is only in his early thirties. Apart from pleasantries at work, maybe there is really nothing else to talk about. After chatting about cars at the dinner table for a while, I wanted to leave.

My mother told him that I formed a band, but he didn't show full interest. I said politely: "You can come and see it when it's on. It's very interesting."

"Okay." The answer was light, polite, and still serious.

then i left

My mother is always very busy, but she couldn't take it easy when she was free, until half a week later, she suddenly said to me: "I want to introduce a girlfriend to Frank."

"what?"

"Why this expression? Your sister, Zuo Lin, is already 34. Your uncle didn't say anything, and was very anxious. It's not an arranged marriage, but a possibility. Frank is so good, and Zuo Lin is so good, so it's still pretty good. match."

"Not worthy." I said.

"Zuo Lin just likes white people. She just happened to study in Germany. Look at them, one is young and handsome, the other is intellectually beautiful..."

My mother was doing her own calculations, and I didn't want to interfere with my feelings. A few days later, the most iconic activist in the world arranged a date for Zuo Lin and Frank.

Perhaps, they had a good chat, so Frank became a frequent visitor to our family activities.

Uncle is a bit rigid and serious, but the appearance of Frank makes him soft and tolerant.

As for Zuo Lin, she still looks the same all the time. She is beautiful, spends a lot of money on cosmetic surgery, so she has no wrinkles, and has read a lot of books. , very different from me.

I haven't read too many books, and she and she are completely in the same age. All communication will always stop at the surface, but the relationship is not bad.

When I chatted with Zuo Lin, I mentioned Frank and said, "Your boyfriend—"

"Not a boyfriend." She said lightly, as proud as a crane.

"Then he goes to your house for dinner every week."

Zuo Lin ate the muffin cake I gave her from the refrigerator, took a big bite, and said, "What's your tone? I'm not a scumbag, but I reached a consensus with him, let's start with friends."

"Don't foreigners go to bed as soon as they meet?"

"Not all foreign countries are the same as the United States."

She gave me a supercilious look, and I gave her another supercilious look. She was wearing a dark blue woolen skirt, and her thin waist was against my dining table. She stood up and reached for the napkin box.

Aunt Liu who was cooking gave us a cup of coffee each.

"Do you know what Germans like to eat?" Zuo Lin asked me.