mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

The small cake that Ethan bought at the coffee shop downstairs in my company was not as big as a palm, and he brought it back all the way, but I didn’t know until after midnight. Originally, I had already gone to bed, and he woke me up after eleven o’clock .

After turning off the overhead light, Ethan sang the German version of the birthday song by himself. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed me the little cake.

Say, "Make a wish."

A small candle illuminated Ethan's face, he looked calm in front of me, I couldn't help laughing, and said: "Can you get me out of bed first, I look very sick now. "

So, he and I shifted positions, went from my bedroom to the study, and the two of us sat on both sides of the reading table, staring at the cake that could be eaten by three bites.

After blowing out the candles, Ethan deliberately said "Happy Birthday" many times. He tilted his head to look at me, and said, "Eat, eat cake."

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, cut half of it with a spoon and handed it to his mouth, beckoning him to eat it.

"I'm a little hungry." Ethan was not polite to me at all, he swallowed the cake in one gulp, and I cut the rest in half and fed it to him.

Remind him: "Chew it."

He leaned over, gave me a "baji" kiss, and said, "Try it first."

"It's quite familiar, this smell," I didn't need to recall for a long time, just thinking about it, I knew which company the cake belonged to, and said, "Isn't this near my company——"

"Yeah, don't you like to eat?"

I just nodded and said, "I like it, I like it very much."

It doesn’t matter if it’s my birthday or not. Ethan’s little surprise is already very grand for me, and he continued to explain: “It’s too late, it’s too late, so I bought it over there and put it in the car.”

It seemed that he thought it was too hasty, and therefore, not very happy.

I was woken up in the middle of my sleep, and after brushing my teeth and going to bed again, I couldn’t fall asleep. Ethan likes to sleep alone in a big bed, so we don’t lie together every day. When I went to the room to find him again, he was already asleep. up.

The air conditioner is on, the quilt is on, the loose hair covers the cheeks, and the pillows, one is hugged, and the other is no longer on the bed.

I took another air-conditioning blanket from the cabinet and covered him.

Ethan's face was pressed against the bed, drool soaking the sheets, and he started rolling over, kicking his legs, and squaring himself into a big character.

At this time, there was no quilt on her body.

Probably, I could feel the cold, and Ethan reached out to pull the quilt again. I raised the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees, and Ethan fell into a deep sleep again. When he fell asleep, like some immature animals, he always It's resting greedily, defenseless.

"Ethan..." I whispered so softly that I couldn't wake him up.

"Ethan."

I knelt on the floor to watch him sleep. After watching for a while, I didn't make any more sound, but he woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at me blankly, and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's okay, I'm going back to sleep too." I sat on the edge of the bed and patted him, his breathing took a long sound, his eyelids closed a little more, then opened them again suddenly, and said: " hold me, okay?"

"Ethan," I said, kneeling on the bed, leaning over, and kissing him on the mouth, "then I'll turn off the night light."

"Well," the real Ethan hasn't woken up yet, and the person talking to me now is just a young creature. He has no pride or stubbornness, only a kind of gentle sweetness left, reminding me anxiously, saying, " Hug and sleep."

"Go to sleep." I lay down, held him in my arms, touched his ears, and coaxed him.

The attractiveness of Ethan is that he is different from the original at this moment. He is usually very cold, but when he is in love, he is clumsy and honest. This kind of cuteness that appears occasionally carries his strength, demeanor, and talent, so he becomes unique. And wonderful.

My birthday started with a warm surprise, but it ushered in a crisis at the warmest time of the day.

I rested for half a day after lunch and made a reservation for a French restaurant. When I got home and saw Ethan, he had just returned from the fencing gym, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he hadn’t even taken a shower.

I said, "Let's go out to eat tonight."

"Wait a minute, answer the phone." Ethan didn't seem to listen to me seriously, he went to the bathroom with his hands on his phone, and came back about 10 minutes later.

I said, "I've made a reservation for the French restaurant, which has dishes you like."

"Why?" he asked.

"What do you think?" Ethan's face was hot and red, I poked his cheek with my hand, then cupped his face and asked back.

Still frowning, he struggled a few times, finally got out of my bondage, sighed, and said, "I have already said that I will have a saber competition tonight."

"Sorry," I thought deeply for a long time, and said cautiously, "You probably didn't tell me, I really can't remember."

"I said it," Ethan took off his T-shirt, put on a pair of shorts, went back to his room to get something, came back, and continued, "Please, I'm really, really busy. I already said that there is a game today. Did you really listen to what I said?"

During this process, we kept looking at each other, and I was not angry at first, thinking that I was negligent.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I still have no impression of the game. Ethan was tired and impatient, so he took a dry towel and went to take a shower.

I went to the front of the wine cabinet and poured some red wine.

The restaurant I was going to go to in the evening called, reconfirmed the time and preferences, and was very considerate. By the time Ethan came out of the shower, I had already sat in the living room and watched the financial news for a long time.

He doesn't take the initiative to talk to me.

I asked, "So... can't you go tonight?"

"I can't help it, who told you not to listen to me." It was the first time I heard him speak so indifferently in a while.

I subconsciously looked at my watch, turned off the TV, and then stood up. We were two meters away, and Ethan was wearing a thin bathrobe, frowning, sending a message to someone, and then listening to the voice, replying to the voice, very busy.

I said, "I'm sure, you really didn't tell me about the game."

I could feel Ethan's despair for a moment. He scratched his hair, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, he told me: "Okay, it's good to insist on your own opinion. I'm leaving."

It took him less than 10 minutes to change and he left without looking at me.

At this time, what I thought was that he probably didn't love me as much as I thought.

But for me, I seem to love decently, but actually hide some humbleness. This kind of humbleness is very sweet, and it is easy to get lost and trapped.

Some puzzled, some sad, but still did not stop liking him.

I know that I am wrong to think this way, I should make a rational judgment and deal with my relationship with him in a wise way at this time, but I can't be rational.

This is terrible.

At noon in this hot summer, I fell into endless loss and panic. At that time, I was far from knowing that my dear Ethan was going downstairs, smiling and running all the way. He was going to the roadside in a hurry to pick up his friend. driving car.

He only remembered my birthday, and he only wanted to surprise and touch me like never before.

He was also worried about the deception not long ago, and he found it funny because I was so easy to deceive.

I have no idea--

His whole heart was thinking of me.