mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

The first time I saw Ethan riding a motorcycle, he took off his helmet. I saw a big red and swollen corner of his mouth. I asked him what was wrong, but he refused to tell me.

Under the street lamp, he took a look at me, dropped his helmet and squatted on the side of the road, holding his throat and vomited for a while, I turned around and found a bottle of water from the car, unscrewed it and handed it to him.

"Drinking and riding?" I asked.

Ethan raised his eyes, frowned and shook his head, and replied, "I haven't had any alcohol, I have an upset stomach."

"Wash your mouth, here." I squatted with him on the side of the road with weeds. There is no gorgeous night scene here, and there is no heavy traffic. It is almost ten o'clock at night, and only a few small shop signs on both sides of the town are illuminated. Ethan was riding nearby, so I drove over to find him.

A gust of cool wind blew over, Ethan's lips turned pale, he stood up, I supported him, he looked at me, the wound on the corner of his mouth was not minor, it needed some ice compress.

I let him sit in my car, and then went to a nearby store to buy two popsicles.

"Come on, hold on, let's go back." I sat in the driver's seat and threw the popsicle to Ethan, who frowned in bewilderment.

Whispered: "Why bother with me..."

"Does your friend live nearby? Get him to ride your bike and call."

Ethan unwrapped a popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it with a "creak" sound, then put another popsicle on his face, and said, "I don't want to listen to you, my mother can't control me, huh."

"Do you want your body?" I seldom talked to him so seriously. I snatched the popsicle he was eating and said, "You can't eat this if you have an upset stomach."

"I don't want to go back."

"What happened to the corner of your mouth?" I asked.

Ethan raised his hand slowly, put his fingertips against his face, curled his lips, and said, "Slapped."

"Why were you beaten?"

"Revenge for you, my mother and Wu Rui had a party at home, Zuo Lin and Li Tao also came, I went to pick up the car and met Li Tao, so I beat Li Tao," Ethan's eyes suddenly lit up, He didn't care about the surprised expression on my face. He took out his phone, which was running out of power, from the pocket of his overalls, and said, "I even recorded a video."

Surprised and helpless, I could only sigh and say, "No wonder you dare not go back."

Before clicking into the video interface, Ethan's phone automatically shut down.

There are no stars in Beijing in my impression, but there are here. Ethan opened the car door and jumped out. He said to me: "Come down, come down and watch the stars."

"I have to go back to see you..." Before I could finish my sentence, I was pulled out of the car by Ethan.

I still had a popsicle in my hand that he took a big bite out of.

"Although I was injured a little bit, he was much worse than me," Ethan, the bad boy, smiled happily because he hit Li Tao, "His eyes are swollen, his mouth is bleeding, and there may be more. So many injuries."

We stood side by side on the side of the road in the suburbs, the dark blue zenith was close to pure black, and the stars seemed to be scattered by someone, randomly falling everywhere.

The leaves of the poplar trees "crashed and clattered".

He turned his face to look at me, smiling unscrupulously as if begging for a reward, and I told him, "Don't do that."

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and shook his head slightly, as the feral cat jumped across the road, and Ethan whistled at it with his chin in the air.

"Don't avenge me." I looked at him, he was a little lower than me, but still tall, a little thin, wearing a nice black leather jacket.

He still smiled and shook his head, then, taking a deep breath, said, "I told you to come here so late, did you come?"

"Who makes you always get into trouble?"

Ethan, how many girls like him, and how many girls will like him, suddenly, he closed his eyes, approached me quickly, raised his head, and kissed my cheek.

When I looked at him, there was no smile on his face just now, but a little nervous, a little apprehensive, a little overwhelmed, but more of the pride and calmness he has always had.

"I don't know...don't know what I should do, or say," I said.

"I've kissed on the mouth."

"It's weird that we're doing this."

Ethan turned his head to look elsewhere, and said, "If you say it's strange, it's strange. I haven't hidden it since I was a child. This is the first time, although it's quite nonsense..."

He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

He turned to face me, took another step back, and said, "I don't know why I started to like you... I don't know why."

Some weeds grew crazily on the side of the road, and the wind was sometimes strong and sometimes disappeared. He and I stared at each other for several seconds, but we couldn't laugh and we both lowered our heads.

Me and Ethan didn't become a couple.

Winter came in a blink of an eye, and we no longer took the initiative to contact each other, but we still kept our contact information, and we could still see each other's circle of friends.

In December, I returned to Germany, and I went back to Cologne for Christmas. I lived in a big house at home, had dinner with relatives whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, and watched the idyllic scenery. My mother borrowed my iPad and asked me: “China on the wallpaper Who is the girl?"

"Boy," I said.

We were making apple pie and gingerbread for Christmas and Mom said, "Is he a star?"

"a friend."

My iPad wallpaper is a photo taken by Ethan at the track, and he changed it as a prank a long time ago.

2019 is coming to an end, and there is only one unfinished story left between me and Ethan. Christmas is over and New Year's is over. Then, when the new crown epidemic hit, I realized that returning to China has become a difficult task.

There was a time when no one wanted to go to China.

My friends in China told me that no one can be sure that the epidemic will end soon, so it is better to be cautious. In Germany, cases have also appeared one after another.

I am in Berlin, continuing to work after the new year, staying indoors almost all the time, I am getting used to wearing a mask, washing my hands frequently, the weather is still very cold, time seems to be frozen, and the warm season will not come for the time being.

Life became a bit hidden, but overall it was still flat and busy. A few days later, I saw Ethan's circle of friends, and the time was already after January 1.

Wuhan was closed, and Ethan was stranded in Wuhan.

Fortunately, I left Feizi's contact information. When Ethan's phone was not answered, I made a voice call to Feizi, and she told me that they ended a performance before the Spring Festival in Wuhan in January. Feizi, Wen Duo and the others returned to Beijing before the city was closed, but Ethan stayed in Wuhan.

I asked, "Why didn't he go back with you?"

"What do you think?" Feizi asked me.

I rarely heard Feizi's indifferent voice. I didn't even dare to breathe aloud. Playing with emotions."

I didn't know how to respond for a while, and it was hard to imagine what kind of depression Ethan had gone through to make Feizi, a well-behaved person, turn against me. Of course, there was no result in the conversation on the phone.

My call with Feizi was unilaterally terminated by her, she said: "Don't call me again, I don't know anything, I'm so annoying."