mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Departing from Shanghai, I arrived in Frankfurt on the first day, shuttled through the jungle of Gothic architecture, visited the former residence of Goethe, and had cider and smoked ribs for dinner.

Take the train on the third day and arrive in Cologne an hour later. There is a breeze in the evening, and the sunset is a random mixture of purple, orange, and red. You can see the Rhine near the train station. On the river is the famous Hohenzollern Bridge. Frank used He listened to a song through his earphones, and he held my shoulders. While I was silently watching the German non-mainstream love locks hanging on the bridge fence, I was surrounded by a very retro atmosphere.

"We will sing this song during the carnival, and the lyrics tell the story on the Hohenzollern Bridge," Frank said, "SchenkMirDeinHerz, the Chinese name of the song is "Give Me Your Heart"."

"Sounds good," I asked with my coat on my arm. The wind was cool, but not cold. "These people locked themselves on this bridge. If they separate later, will they still come to unlock it?"

"It can't be opened. After locking it, throw the key into the river."

I poked my head to look at the rushing Rhine River, showing a cautious expression, and said, "I warn you, don't try to lock me here, otherwise, I might have to go so far to pick the lock."

Facts have proved that jokes can’t be made casually, otherwise, I wouldn’t watch the face-changing of Frank’s performance in the next few seconds. At first, he was still smiling with difficulty, and then he couldn’t hold on anymore and stood motionless. look at me.

"I'm just kidding." After listening to the song, the single was played again in a loop. My explanation was weak, so I put on my coat first, and I didn't need to fasten the buttons for the time being. I continued to watch the scenery on the river, the sunset, and the steeple of the church not far away. There are many birds flying slowly on the river.

Like a sneak attack, Frank suddenly hugged me from behind, and I nearly staggered and lay on the ground. He said, "But I still heard a 'thump' in my heart. I know you're joking."

When he was talking, I turned my head to look at him and was hugged tightly by him. I didn't reply for a while, thought for a moment, couldn't stop smiling, and then I kissed him.

I only kissed once, but it turned out that I couldn't steal the chicken, and I was glued to kiss by him. At this time, there were still people coming and going around me, and those people were all looking at us. When the kiss paused, I calmed down and whispered Tell Frank: "This song is really nice."

He asked me naively: "How is it? Do you think Cologne is good?"

"Okay, it's better than I imagined." I praised without hesitation.

In fact, I walked into the city for less than an hour. After getting off the train, I went to the hotel to put my luggage, and then came here to watch the sunset without eating.

But what I said is indeed not a lie. When I first saw Cologne, I felt the unique temperament and atmosphere of an ancient city.

I'm thinking that Cologne in my eyes is probably like Beijing in Frank's eyes, with a special filter.

Although it's not far from Frank's house, we decided to rest in the city center for one night and go to his house tomorrow morning. He said that his aunt's cousin would pick us up by car.

I thought about it and said, "Cousin-in-law...do you live with my cousin-in-law?"

"No, I just have a good relationship with my relatives, so we often get together."

I tentatively asked, "So do you want to have a party tomorrow?"

"No," Frank shook his head firmly in my suspicious eyes, and said, "They just want to welcome us home, so don't be nervous, just treat it as your own home."

Just because of the calm and turbulent word "party", I didn't sleep well all night, half awake, slightly anxious, Frank kept holding me, let me rest on his arm, or put my waist around me, I always The first thing I said when I opened my eyes early in the morning was: "Just at home... Who can do it, who can do it..."

I really want to wake up my timid self. Since I was a child, I have seen some big scenes and played some extreme sports, but at this critical moment, I have become as timid as a mouse.

My cousin’s husband was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and a pair of high-prescription glasses. I greeted him in English and pretended to be quiet. He was a primary school science teacher and talked a lot. He rushed to help us pack our luggage. At the time, he said to Frank: "I heard that Ethan speaks Chinese and English, and my aunt asked us to speak English. After all, I really can't speak Chinese well. I can only say 'Nihao', 'Thank you', and "Goodbye"."

I got on the bus downstairs in the hotel in Cologne, and drove from the city center to the suburbs. The scenery here satisfied all my fantasies about the European countryside. I saw windmills, green fields like computer wallpapers, and red and red trees scattered in the fields. house with roof.

Along the way, this cousin-in-law talked too much. Frank joked helplessly, and put his hand up to cover my ears. Later, he said: "You Beijingers call it 'broken mouth'."

"It's okay," I said, "People are also enthusiastic."

A large family gathered here to see me today, and it felt really hard. In the yard was a big house with a gray-blue roof, and those relatives were busy on the lawn. There is a rectangular dining table with tablecloths and flowers prepared, the barbecue stove is burning with charcoal fire, and two children are playing football on the other side of the yard.

Ms. Judith wore a beautiful floral dress. She came up to say hello to me, hugged me slowly, and said in English: "I didn't expect that we really met. This is not only Hilde's luck, but also ours. The luck of the family."

I said, "Thanks, I was lucky too."

I originally thought that we would be a little nervous and cramped when we met, but I didn’t expect it to be a scene with a touch of sadness in happiness. Judith’s eyes were red, she had the softness and sensibility unique to a literati, and she hugged me again after speaking.

Nearly ten people came to the family, including Frank's aunt, cousin, cousin, uncle, uncle, and several children of different sizes.

They work together in a division of labor, talking and laughing. It seems that the relationship is very good. Some are cooking, some are barbecue, and some are setting the tableware. Frank's father, Lao Fu, is a relatively stable middle-aged man, tall and thin, with A pair of black-rimmed glasses, he was chopping vegetables and meat in the kitchen, and I went in to say hello to him.

He hugged me too, and said slowly, "Nice to meet you."

"Look, they all like you," Frank took me upstairs to see the room, and said, "I don't know why some people are so nervous because they haven't slept all night?"

"Can't you be nervous?" I asked.

"It's okay to be nervous, absolutely fine."

The door of the room was pushed open, and it seemed that it had been tidied up in advance. I let out a "wow" sound and sighed, "I didn't expect your room to be so...boyish."

"Because it was decorated when I was a child, and it hasn't changed much since I didn't come back often, but I changed the bed, it's very spacious and comfortable."

The decoration is very European style. There are two footballs piled up in the corner, one is half old and the other is brand new. The photo wall is made of faded cork, with many photos tied on it, and some notes, blue cabinets, and blue carpets , There are some trophies and certificates in the cabinet, and there are two Chinese magazines from about ten years ago on the desk.

"Show me what you used to be." Some of the pictures on the wall are faded and overexposed, I've seen pictures of Frank in middle school, a few in his phone, but most of them I haven't.

He was still on the football team at that time, and took photos with many classmates. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he looked very young; there were photos of him cosplaying tigers at the carnival, and when he was probably younger, he stood in the corner and behaved. Photos of the saxophone played squarely...

It's a pity that I couldn't understand the German on the notes. After scanning the entire wall, I finally found a few notes with Chinese characters written on them.

One said: I am going to China, I am going to live in Beijing, goodbye, my motherland, goodbye, my Cologne, goodbye, my family, I am going to meet the unknown world.

There were not a few words on the note, and the words were written like elementary school students. Next to it, there were photos of Frank on the Great Wall. Photos, photos in Fragrant Hills...

"You are too thief," I said, "I don't even have a single photo of my ex, so I'm well prepared."

"Yes, look for it carefully."

I looked at it again for a long time, then turned my head and asked him: "Could it be one of these big guys who play football?"

"Of course not," he was used to jumping up and hugging me from behind, kissing my face, and said, "There are no photos of my ex, I lied to you, I told you, that girl is my first love, too My classmate."

"Are you still in touch?" I asked.

Frank shook his head resolutely, and said: "There is no contact at all. It has been many years, really many years..."

I exaggeratedly inhaled between my teeth, squinted my eyes at him, and said doubtfully, "You are so good, looking at the first love in the bowl, and thinking about the Chinese girl in the pot, no wonder they broke up with you."

"It's not from the same period, and the Chinese girl is probably just mentioned casually. If I hadn't met a high school classmate in Berlin, I might never have remembered it."

Towards lunch time, I changed into something more comfortable and went downstairs with Frank to help everyone. Ms. Judith would not let me do things, and I ended up playing football with two small children. Sweating profusely, lying on the grass and rolling around again.

Frank's cousin looks very smart and capable, and she is completely different from her cousin's husband. She came to say hello to me and said, "You are so beautiful, honey, you are really beautiful."

The compliment made me feel ashamed, and I was seven or eight times shyer than usual, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, you are also very beautiful, and your child... is also very cute."

My cousin hugged me and held my face with her hands, and said excitedly: "He is the cutest boy I have ever seen in my life."

She is more than 40 years old, and she feels more like an elder. Frank was helping to serve the dishes over there. She walked over and pulled Frank over and said, "Don't do it, come and accompany Ethan. I will hand over everything today." Give us."

I waved my hands, originally I wanted to politely refuse, but in the end I was defeated by the overwhelming enthusiasm. Frank rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, leaned over and pinched my face, and then suddenly he hugged me and kissed me several times.

"You are sick." I said.

Frank poked my face and said, "Are you even shy? I've kissed you on the street."

Gritting my teeth, I thought I would have beaten him a long time ago if I hadn't been at his house, but in this kind of atmosphere, I can only be reserved, so that I don't look so unrestrained and irritable.

However, I am still ashamed to face people for the time being, and I am very afraid that Ms. Judith and the others are looking at this side, so I can only put my forehead on Frank's shoulder.

Said in a low voice: "You also have to think about other people's feelings, they may not be willing to see it."

Without looking at his face, I knew he was holding back his laughter. Later, my cousin called us over, and everyone sat down one by one. The chaotic yard just returned to calm. After the wine was poured, everyone raised their glasses together, and then began to eat.

The wine is produced by Lao Fu’s own winery, the dishes are authentic German food, and the beer is very, very delicious. Ms. Judith always asks me if I can get used to eating, and I say: “I am used to eating everywhere I go, thank you Judith, it's delicious."

German cuisine is the Northeast cuisine of Europe. There are essential sauerkraut and roast pork knuckle, as well as various sausages and some fish, as well as hard bread, cheese and onions.

The lye knot is made by the nanny at home. It is tough and slightly salty, with a strong wheat fragrance.

To be honest, I didn't blindly cheer for the sake of being polite. It's delicious, but the calories are extremely high, and I feel like I'll gain ten pounds in a day.

I also secretly asked Frank: "You eat so well, why is your family still so thin?"

"It's impossible to eat these every day," he said, "sometimes it's okay."

The two of us were having an encrypted phone call, and Judith looked at us with an auntie smile on his face.After lunch, some relatives went home, but my aunt, cousin and cousin-in-law didn't go back. The nanny was washing the dishes, and they were preparing afternoon tea. Frank and I went for a walk around the neighborhood.

The air in the suburbs is so good, the wind is so transparent, and the scenery is so clear. I walked all the way to Frank’s farm, which is so wide that you can’t see the end. It’s just beside the asphalt road. When we entered, the manager warmly welcomed us. Brought straw hats and baskets for both of us, it was the season for strawberries and gooseberries, I tasted a strawberry and the manager told me to eat more, but I had just had lunch so I couldn't eat much.

It is difficult to express this feeling in words. Even though I have little luxury for material things, I am really envious of such a vibrant countryside.I never thought that facing the harvest of fruits and vegetables, people would feel such a wonderful sense of satisfaction in their hearts.

The little animals are very cute, but there are so many little animals here that I can’t be pampered. I wore an isolation suit to see the cows and little rabbits. I sighed and said, “I miss the Arctic Ocean. Yes, I miss it so much, I don’t know if my mother treats it well? Is there any abuse.”

"Don't worry," Frank said, "what you have to worry about now is not whether it will be mistreated, but whether it will be recognized when it goes back."

"I'll make crispy suckling pig when I get back." I joked.

The experience in Cologne was pleasant, cozy and happy, and I was well fed every day. Ms. Judith also found a Chinese chef she knew to cook dinner at home.

This birthday was very grand. Ms. Judith and Old Forte booked a hot pot restaurant in the city center, sent me a large bouquet of flowers, and sent a video to my mother. As a result, Zuo Lin called me the next day and said : "I laughed so hard, my aunt called me in the middle of the night yesterday, saying that you ran away with the Germans, and now you are so happy that you don't want to go back to Beijing."

"Do you have any positive energy in your heart?" Early in the morning, I held my phone between my shoulders and stood in front of the mirror to apply hand cream.

Zuo Lin said: "We miss uncle a lot, and say that uncle should not only think about dating, but also go home often."

"Li Dundun is Li Dundun's mother's press spokesperson." I said.

Zuo Lin laughed for a long time, then suddenly changed her tone, and asked seriously: "Honestly, are they treating you well?"

"What do you want? Good or bad?"

"Of course it's good. I'm worried about you. I suddenly ran home with others. It's so far away. If you are bullied, we can't help you."

"What are you thinking... Do you think his family is a Germanic feudal noble? Why do they bully me..."

"Excuse me, I'm worried about you," Zuo Lin said earnestly, "I think I think better than anyone else, but last night I heard from my aunt that I don't know if you are used to it or not, which made me sleepless all night. , now that I am a mother, I am soft-hearted when encountering anything."

"I'm fine." Knowing that Zuo Lin cared so much, I could only tell her obediently, "Don't worry, I'll talk about anything."

Half an hour after talking on the phone with Zuo Lin, Frank, who was originally in the yard, suddenly ran upstairs and said, "You know? Zuo Lin just called me unexpectedly."

I froze on the chair immediately, without waiting for Frank's next sentence, I could already roughly remember what Zuo Lin said to him.

"You don't have to take her words to heart," I said.

"Of course you have to take it to heart."

"you sure?"

I was sitting next to the desk, Frank put his hands on the edge of the desk, and suddenly leaned down and kissed me, saying: "She said that I have to treat you well, care about you, and stand by your side, no matter what the situation is. "

"It's blind, sir," I said, "and you're on my side if I kill a man?"

"Correct."

"Not advisable." I shook my head seriously, but Frank was still staring into my eyes.

He said: "I know Zuo Lin is worried about you, and Ms. Zuo must be worried about you too. If I had done well before, your family would not be so worried."

I shook my head and said in a low voice: "No, don't talk about the past, don't burden yourself."

The morning sun was hot, and summer will really come in dozens of days. I was still sitting on the chair just now, Frank went to the bathroom, I called Zuo Lin, and I said: "Sister, you are really looking for trouble, a 30-something A man who is [-] years old was scolded and cried by you, what level is he?"

"Crying? I didn't scold. I still have a very good attitude, and I don't have any ambiguity. It's much better than talking to you. Think about it, I hoped that you would get back together. How could I scold him—"

Zuo Lin explained a long list without changing her temper. I interrupted her thoughts, sighed deeply, and said, "Okay, I got it, I got it, you didn't scold, maybe it's just that he thought of it. A lot, and it made me feel sour."

That night, after washing up, Frank and I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I grabbed his hand and said, "Don't be sad. If you are sad, I will be even more sad."

"Ethan," he said with a sigh, "I'm not sad, don't worry, this may just be a kind of sadness that comes from happiness. When people get something that is difficult to get, they will be like me, occasionally unable to control themselves. Worry about gains and losses, but the mood is not bad at all.”

He turned his head to look at me, then hugged me, I reached out and turned off the light, we were lying in the dark, now I feel that love is the most difficult thing to explain in the world, who is in love is the happiest thing in the world thing.

I was not afraid of death before, but now I am a little afraid.

If you think about it carefully, you should be reluctant to die.

I stayed in Cologne for a month, and then went to Berlin to play. I flew back to Shanghai from Frankfurt in mid-June. I didn’t rest for two days, so I took the time to look at the house. I wanted to rent a spacious and quiet place, but I didn’t like it too high. After several twists and turns, he chose a villa. Frank moved his belongings here and returned the bungalow he had rented before.

The summer rain always comes as soon as it is said. I met Feizi on the first rainy day when I returned to Beijing. She cut her hair short, she lost weight several times, and she dressed like a boy. She was not studying or working. , Sometimes I go out to play, but most of the time I stay at home.

On the second rainy day, I drank a cup of coffee with Charlotte during a break from work. She came to Shanghai to watch a show, and she took a look at me at work.

On the third rainy day, Frank bought a few evening papers to take home, and I washed off the clothes that had been hanging on the hanger for a long time and put them in the closet.

On the fourth rainy day, I basically slept and ate two meals, lunch and supper.

On the next rainy day, Qi Hao went back to Shanghai to attend the celebration of his alma mater. Hearing that he would share his teaching experience at the conference, Frank and I went to the airport to pick him up and treated him to something to eat.

It’s raining again, right now, or at night, Frank went on a business trip to Hangzhou, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the band’s previous videos, I was crying bitterly, I threw tissues all over the tea table, my throat was very dry, I wanted to pour There is a glass of water to drink, but I can't find slippers, so I can only pour water with bare feet.

Shanghai is humid. I remembered the tangerine peel and poria cocos sent by my mother, so I went to look for it in the tea cabinet. The cabinet was turned upside down, and the iron tea pot in the deepest part was shaking. It didn’t sound like tea. I opened the lid. , Take out the contents.

It turned out to be a box, and inside the box was a ring, platinum body, light blue diamond, it looked new, and it just fit on my ring finger.

So, Chenpi Fuling also forgot to look for it, and put everything back in place. I poured a glass of water and went back to the sofa again, and continued to stay up late watching videos. To the doorbell.

Frank was standing outside the courtyard door, and the camera locked on the door framed him into the picture in front of my eyes. He said, "I came back early, and I didn't tell you, because I was afraid you wouldn't sleep."

"Have you opened an umbrella?"

"beated."

The door opened, and Frank came in across the yard. I stood on the porch waiting for him, the street lamp hanging above my head was blown by the wind, I reached for Frank's umbrella, he hugged me, and I smelled the rain on him. Moisture.

"Why are you crying?" he said, "I saw your eyes so swollen at first glance."

"Watching the band's previous videos," I said.

Into the house together, all I could think about was the ring, but nothing was mentioned, I sat on Frank's lap in shorts and a t-shirt, slowly pulled his tie off, he held my The back of the head, kissed my mouth one after another, and stretched the other hand into my clothes.

He grabbed my waist with his jaws, and my body couldn't help leaning forward, and my knees sank into the elastic cushions of the sofa.

"Is it raining in Hangzhou?" I asked in a low voice.

"No." he replied.

I asked: "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Can you rest?"

"Yeah, I can take a day off."

"Do you want to take a shower and change into pajamas?"

"I washed it at the hotel before I left, just three hours ago." While speaking, Frank was still pecking and kissing my mouth, and I really felt the hypocrisy that is unique to people in the middle of the night.

I was also very hypocritical, with my hands on his shoulders, I was kissed softly.

I still didn’t mention the ring, but the next morning, the rain stopped, and the bed was not stopping again. The vase filled with water on the bedside table fell down with a bang, and after a few seconds, the water ran down the edge of the cabinet. Drip, and later found that all the water poured on my slippers.

Zhou Yiyi called five times in a row, and I only picked up the fifth call. She asked me if the signal was bad, and my voice was trembling badly.

And what I think about the most is the ring.

Thinking about what I would say if I was proposed, and looking forward to how my life would change after marriage, Frank put half a bowl of cereal in front of me and said, "It feels like you are falling asleep."

I stretched out my left hand, looked carefully at the bare fingers for a few seconds, raised my face and smiled at him, but said nothing.

He probably didn’t understand, so he went to the kitchen to pick up things again, and after he was done, he came to sit next to me, and we started chatting, and I said that the “Murder on the Orient Express” I watched before started to tour again, and I really wanted to watch it again.

"Look," at this point, he may have really noticed my abnormality, stopped his chopsticks, looked at me, and said, "Is there anything you want to say, right? Tell me."

"No." I shook my head cautiously.

"No..." Frank put down his chopsticks. He looked at me closely and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. If you encounter any difficulties, we will face them together. Don't Keep it a secret."

"No really, I'm in a good mood now," I said, taking his arm and leaning my face on his shoulder, "we moved here after we came back from Cologne, and finally lived together Finally, we will never be separated again, and I am happy every day."

"In the future we will buy a house in a place with a good view," Frank said, "the one with a big yard, and we will choose any place you like."

I followed his words and said: "Make a cool stage in the yard, and you can sing when you want to sing."

Later, another rainy day followed by a sunny day. I answered a call from my grandma in front of the living room window. She said that Zuo Lin had gone to see her at home, that Li Dundun had grown taller again, that Beijing was very hot recently, and asked Shanghai Hot or not.

The hot wind had already dried up the accumulated water on the ground. Frank was receiving the delivery at the door. The sun shone through the tree in front of the door, and the green leaves had the same color as gold plating.

"Shanghai is also very hot recently, it's humid and hot." I said.

My grandma asked, "Are you homesick?"

"Well, I want to eat the dumplings you made." I said.

Under the shade of trees outside the window, Frank was turning to look at me. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him clearly, so he pointed to the door.

I found the slippers from under the chair and walked outside with my mobile phone in hand. As soon as I opened the door, white petals fell under my feet, on my shoulders and on my head.

My grandma was still on the phone and said: "I want to eat dumplings for you. When will you come back next time? What kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

Looking at the table not far away, I saw a bouquet of flowers and the box of the ring. I rushed over excitedly and hung it on Frank. Then, I was hugged by his waist and turned around. I buried my face Into his neck, but also to take into account the unhung phone.

"Have you figured it out? What else do you want to eat? Do you want to eat Yueshengzhai's beef?"

I answered "Well" with a crying voice. I wanted to say something else at first, but I couldn't control my tears, and my voice became blocked and awkward. The old lady was anxious on the other end of the phone and said, "Why are you crying? Come back if you want." , Our child is pitiful, and no one wants to be hurt when he runs to Shanghai."

"No," I said, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, "Grandma, someone loves me, and loves me very much. Don't say such things. He treats me so well, we can't say such things."

I said: "What's more, he is not from Shanghai. We are all from other places, and we don't have any family members around. We need to support each other and help each other."

Later, when I hung up the phone, I hadn't finished crying, and my eyes were sore.

The ring was on the skin, cool at first, then warm.

I locked myself in Frank's side, blind and enthusiastic at first, then tangled, painful, and hesitant, and now honest, fearless, and stable.

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Written at the end:

Maybe this is the fucking love of some modern people, full of arbitrariness, passion, and disturbance. This story does not talk about ups and downs, and the whole story is not warm and affectionate. It may have its love and its mourning. There is a realistic part in the emotions to be conveyed. , also has a romantic part.

In the end, he returned to Yao’s perspective, and the person he had never forgotten came back to him. He felt that everything had settled down. He was indulging in the passion and warmth of loving someone, and he was able to reconcile with his past self. However, the people around him, including his mother Everyone is worried about him.

It is normal for Yao to be satisfied, and it is also normal for people around him to be worried. After writing, I kept thinking: When many people are pursuing unconditional love, does love also need some pursuit of its own?At least for me, the feeling of loving someone is much stronger than the feeling of being loved. It is pure, throbbing, and profound. If you finally get what you want, you will be happy.

I don't want to judge the right or wrong of any character, because I lack a standpoint, but readers' interpretation and emotional preferences are completely understandable.

Finally, regarding the title of the book, I actually quite like it, and it is not a cold irony, and I have never thought of changing it.I have always felt that a good first-person perspective story should be full of subjective assumptions, characters’ emotions, and “unconsciousness”. Therefore, in the end, there may be no way to reveal the objective situation. I advise myself to live in Zuo Bo Haruka and Frank's world, not my own world watching from the sidelines.

Perhaps, someone has seen themselves in love from Frank and Zuo Boyao - when love comes, you know that it is difficult to control, and when you break up, you know that farewell does not mean the disappearance of love, and start with a good-looking person. It is easy to have a new relationship, but it is extremely difficult to fall into the unique obsession again. Later, I put the unique love in the cabinet when I didn’t contact me again. Afterwards, I kept in contact with each other, and I did not hesitate again in the vigilance of repeating the same mistakes...

Perhaps in the eyes of onlookers, you need to think rationally and make the most sober and safest choice, but for yourself, it is not easy to be rational, and in the end, you may be a fan of the authorities all your life.

I don't want to forcefully export any concept of love, and I don't think impulsive reunion is definitely a good thing. I'm just praising the unique, unforgettable, and courageous love.When Zuo Boyao talked about Li Zishuo and Qi Hao, he had endless praise and affirmation for them, but his love for Frank was very simple, he just thought he was very good. The good here does not mean that he is kind to the extreme, Great to the extreme, caring to the extreme, but a very simple "attraction", living with him is very safe and happy, being cared by him will not feel ashamed, and you will receive impractical, Not romantic but a lovely gift.

As for Frank’s liking for Haruka, I think it’s even simpler. Maybe his appearance really needs to be mentioned, because for him who is cute, a pretty face is also a plus. He is actually very subdued, and he is very straightforward in admitting his mistakes, so it makes people feel soft-hearted over and over again, even if they really blamed him a second ago, when they see him apologize solemnly, they just want to hug him Coaxed in his arms, Yao knows how to handle people, but the premise is that he is willing to handle people.

Maybe, there is really no complicated and meticulous reason for the love between them. It depends on the face, figure, whether it is interesting or not, whether it is cute or not, the atmosphere of life, the length of chatting... There are many nonsensical things in life.

After writing the next few chapters, I really have a feeling of being healed, not the kind of happiness and perfection full of chicken soup, not being infinitely accommodating to each other, not working hard for you in places you can't think of... These elements are touching and important , but for me, what adds soul to the ending of the story is each part of the story, and with these parts, there are each character who creates the ending.

It can be said that the ending is not written by me, but created by the characters themselves, which makes me feel amazing.

One of my favorite episodes is that Zuo Boyao saw Frank’s photos in China and his jerky handwriting in Chinese characters. This is Frank before he met Zuo Boyao. He worked hard for his future. I have traveled many places in my country. At that time, there was no deep love in my life, and the future was full of confusion and hope.

I also like this-

(Original) "Look into my eyes," Ethan said, first frowning, then with a big smile, and said, "Look into my eyes, Frank, don't look around."

I looked into his eyes calmly, the darkest night and the brightest light were reflected in them, his smile changed from unbridled to soft.

After a long time, he suddenly turned his face away, walked away for half a step, and then gave me a hard push.

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The Haruka here must be very contradictory, but also extremely happy, so I said some courageous words and made some courageous actions. After reading it a few times, I can completely empathize with him. The sour feeling is both happy and uncomfortable.

I still want to talk about Qi Hao, that's right, he didn't confess his love in the end, he doesn't have to have embarrassing experiences anymore, his thoughts are always hidden, short stories are hidden, and letters are also hidden.

There are also Feizi and Nozawa who I care about. I wrote them very well and broke them very badly. I hope they will live well too.

Well, this story really wanted to be liked, thanked for being liked, and it was a meditation and a time for me.

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"Incense" will be updated tomorrow, see the top comment section of this article!In the background of the 80s and [-]s of the last century, the children of high-ranking officials are infatuated with Gong x the sixth generation of single-handed fools.