mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

A long-lost meeting with Ethan.

It's almost July, work is busy and the air is heating up

I met him at the charity dinner of the Yuan Group, and only then did I learn that Ms. Yuan Jiang's second daughter is Ethan's girlfriend.

From Hong Kong, surnamed Cen, Cen Lingyi.

She and Ethan attended together, and it seems that they have disclosed their relationship to their family members. Ethan was wearing a round neck T-shirt with a suit, loose blue-gray pants and cream-colored sneakers, and Miss Cen stood shoulder to shoulder with him, wearing a pair of Tight backless skirt.

When I greeted Ms. Yuan Jiang, two people not far away came here. I loosened the ribbon on my wrist and shook hands with Ms. Yuan.

"Frank, this is my youngest daughter Lingyi, this is—"

"Mr. Yuan, we know each other." Ethan interrupted her and turned to look at me.

Just one glance, and within a second of each other's eyes, we ended this silent exchange. He didn't look happy at all, and I thought, I probably didn't either.

I clenched my left hand and stroked the two decorative rings. Ms. Yuan Jiang was still talking to me with a smile, but I couldn't hear anything.

At this moment, I was surrounded by an unbearable ache, and my breathing became very slow.

Ethan's seat is at the table next to mine. He didn't sit with Ms. Cen. After taking his seat, he looked at him a few times. He kept looking at his mobile phone. When the appetizers came, he began to eat in small bites.

On the way, Miss Cen came to see him once, and the two talked and laughed for several minutes.

I picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak open, exposing the red and tender interior of a whole piece of meat, I put the knife and fork down again, took a sip of the wine, and looked at Ethan slightly, he didn't notice that I was watching he.

He put down his phone, began to dig into the meat, tasted it, answered a conversation with the stranger next to him, and then continued to eat.

As if he noticed something, Ethan suddenly put down the tableware, turned his head and looked at me suddenly, and put his right hand on the back of the chair. He looked a little thin, but he was more youthful and energetic, and he didn't smile.

After a long silence, I smiled lightly at him, he was still looking at me in a daze, then he suddenly stood up and walked out.

After a while, Ms. Cen came over again with a glass of wine, but she didn't see Ethan. She stood there and looked around several times, then picked up her mobile phone to make a call.

Later, she handed the cup to the waiter and went out while listening to the phone.

There was a reverberated human voice in my ears, the plate of the main course was removed, I stood up, then aimlessly, so I sat down again.

I know, I miss Ethan.

In summer in Beijing, there is a feeling of dryness and baking, and it is also the time when the trees are the greenest.

Life is still the same as usual, but I feel that I have lost something, sour, depressed, lost, and a piece of spirit is missing, no matter how hard I try, I can't fix it.

That Chongqing hot pot is very authentic, not much different from what I had in Chongqing. I have been there twice, and the boss always said "welcome again next time". Every time I think, let Ethan eat it next time.

But I won't ask him out, and he doesn't like me asking him out at this time either.

In the evening when I was working overtime, I went downstairs to have dinner casually. As soon as I left the company gate, I saw a motorcycle coming and stopped suddenly in front of me.

It's Ethan, he tilts his head and removes his helmet, smiling at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head, and only then did I notice that his eyes were red.

I raised my hand and rubbed his hair, ready to be avoided, but he didn't dodge, smiled and rubbed his head into my hand.

"I'm going to eat something," I said, "do you want to go together?"

"To show you something."

Ethan was always laughing today, and it looked like he had just cried. He put the helmet on the car, and then took a piece of paper from his pants pocket and stuffed it heavily into my hand.

Then, still looking at me with a smile.

"You can't forget it yourself, can you?" He asked.

After reading that piece of paper, I let out a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't forget it, what did I think..."

"I still underestimate you," Ethan could see holding back tears, he said, "My mother called me today and said that she saw your name and mine from the hospital's equipment donation announcement, and sent a screenshot Give it to me, I thought my mother’s account was hacked. I didn’t understand until I saw it was a hospital in Wuhan.”

I shook my head and said, "I owe you millions."

"I didn't need to pay it back."

Ethan was always so cool, but he gradually found out that he was a crying bag. He started to choke up before he finished speaking, and then wiped his tears with his sleeves indiscriminately, and turned his face away so that I couldn't see it.

"Why are you crying, it's a trivial matter, right?" I didn't know how to coax him, and I didn't have a tissue on me, so I reached out and pulled his arm that was covering his face.

Later, when the arms were lowered, the person was still teary.

I wiped his tears with my finger and said, "From now on, just live your own life well, stay away from people like me who make you feel bad, and also, drink less alcohol, it's dangerous to drink too much outside."

Ethan, crying and frowning, curled his lips.

"Okay." I said.

On a cold night, I was very close to Ethan. Before he finished crying, he suddenly rushed up, hugged me, and buried his face next to my neck.

I cried even harder.

"Okay, okay." I touched his back, but didn't dare to hug him.

Later, after a few more words, Ethan was about to ride back, put on his helmet, and waved to me.

The moment he left, I suddenly understood the meaning of "missing". His tears wet my shirt, and my shoulders were cold when the wind blew. I looked at the black and white printed screen in my hand again. Take a screenshot, then fold it up and put it in your pants pocket.

Ethan, it will be the biggest regret in my life.

I still worked overtime the next day, and when I got home, there was only the last subway left.

I sat down at one end of the seat and was about to look down at the new news on my phone when someone snapped my fingers next to my ear. I looked up and saw Ethan.

He was sitting across from me, wearing a mask and an unbuttoned striped shirt over a T-shirt.

He looked at me.

There were not many people left in the carriage, the lights were bright, and there was a sense of exhaustion. It was too late for getting off work.

Our eyes met, and no one avoided it first. Although Ethan was wearing a mask, there was a bright smile hidden in his eyes, and he said something to me.

"Huh?" I really didn't hear clearly.

"Come and sit!" he exclaimed exaggeratedly.

I heard it clearly this time, but I'm really not sure, pointing to myself, and pointing to the side of Ethan, he nodded and said, "That's right."

So, I changed seats.

Ethan asked me: "Aren't you wondering why you met me tonight?"

"You've been waiting for me?"

"certainly?"

"why?"

Ethan rolled his eyes half a circle, sneered, and said, "Guess."

"It's... hard to guess." I said.

"I broke up, and it's been ten days since we broke up." Speaking of this, he seemed a little uneasy, and he kept blinking his beautiful eyes and looking at me.

I couldn't believe it, and asked, "Is it a lie?"

"Never lie," he said, proudly raising his chin, "I hope that if someone likes me, tell me, anyway, I'm single."

He looked at his raised toes, and I squeezed his chin through the mask, making him turn his head to look at me, and said, "Ethan..."

To be honest, I was really in a hurry and didn't even hesitate for a second.

"Ethan, I'm in love with you."

The sound of the subway galloping, the sound of the air conditioner changing the wind, like a piece of music that suddenly raised its tune.

My briefcase fell on the floor, Ethan offered to lean over and kiss me, and then I hugged him tightly and kissed him through two layers of masks.

The heart is about to jump out.