mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

I flew to Shanghai for a week, and before leaving, I specially had a meal with Ethan.

On a cloudy day, he was lying on the table in front of the window, the pendant on his chest was placed on the table, he couldn't tell if he was in a good mood, he said he was going to write a song, he paused after typing a few times on the keyboard, and then, lying on his stomach like now .

I changed my clothes and came over, but Ethan remained motionless. He opened his eyes and looked at the cup next to him. After a while, he knocked on the table with his jaw resting hand, very rhythmic.

Possibly, his music is about to be born?

"Go to bed and go out after a good sleep." I thought he was sleepy.

Ethan was still in front of my eyes, my two hands were on the edge of the table, so the shadow was cast on him.

Leaning down, I couldn't help but kiss the tip of his ear. There was a warm fragrance on his body, the perfume only accounted for half of it, and the rest was the heat of life and the fragrance of youth.

"I'm stupid," Ethan spoke slowly, he couldn't articulate because his cheeks were pressed, and he continued, "I'm really stupid. I used to think that falling in love was easy and very easy. Simple, it may be a long time, or it may be very short, now, how can I dare to imagine the scene of breaking up with you."

"Think about it, what did you say to lie to me on my birthday? I was so scared that I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Before I could finish my sentence, Ethan stood up and hugged my neck, putting his face on my shoulder.

I could feel him trembling.

"I haven't brought you back to Cologne, I haven't experienced rural life, I haven't seen those cute dogs, cats, and bunnies," I said, "You haven't even met my family."

Ethan didn't say anything, just hugged me really hard.

His hair runs through my fingers.

Passionate love comes violently and slowly, the craziest situation in life is like this.

Ethan told me that he is going to participate in a music show with the band, the recording will start next month, and now they have already started preparations.

"Are you saying you don't want to be a star?" I asked.

He said: "I used to think this way, but now, I find it's too selfish to think so. I don't want too much exposure, but other members don't necessarily think so. The band should actually be seen, appreciated, and discussed. ,been criticized."

"There will be a lot of people who like you."

Ethan actually shook his head and said, "I don't want it, I don't care."

"Any inspiration for new music?" I asked him on the way to dinner.

He said: "Now I have a lot of inspiration, and my thoughts are flowing like a fountain. It's amazing."

I pinched his cheek, and all I thought about was that he was so cute and cute. This feeling came from his big heart, from his life without suffering, and from his love for so many things.

A few days ago, when I woke up in the morning, Ethan drove the camera by himself and took a picture of me kissing him. He just showed it to me today and said, "Do you mind?"

"mind."

Hearing my answer, he was a little disappointed, stopped smiling for a moment, and said, "We haven't taken a few photos together."

I raised my glass to drink water, and actually observed Ethan's expression. He was sitting upright in his chair, frowning as he flicked his phone, but he couldn't seem to care too much.

The first second after I leaned over to kiss him, the waiter who prepared the wine utensils in the box went out.

"Why..." Ethan still frowned.

"Just kidding, how can you be as easy to deceive as a child."

Still, still couldn't help it, continued to kiss him, the food was not served yet, Ethan was hungry, holding the sides of my clothes with both hands.I feel his breath, temperature, mood, smell.

It's like drinking a very fragrant wine, but I can't get enough of it.

Then, I longed to be a drunk.

From Wen Duo, I know that Ethan has a cool nickname.

left girl.

I don't know where the courage came from. The night before I left Beijing, I asked Ethan: "Who is Zuo Niu? Is it you?"

"Who told you that?" Ethan, standing in front of the mirror, stopped applying bubbles to his face, turned his neck stiffly, and stared at me.

"No one told me, I heard." I replied.

Obviously feeling the freezing air, I silently took a step back and said, "So you don't like calling you that?"

"Go away, your whole family are girls."

"Then we're a good match."

"Shameless." Ethan continued to look at the mirror, rubbing the bubbles on his face, and then leaned over to flush the water. The face was washed as if it had some magical power, and when he raised his head again, his small face looked nothing.

White and tender, with a little pink on the tip of the nose.

I hugged him from behind and said, "I met my high school classmates in Berlin. They said that I said I would marry a Chinese girl before. Actually, I can't even remember it."

"Not reconciled, are you?" Ethan said, "But you still have a chance. If you want to marry in the future, you can marry. A picky person like Zuo Lin will like you."

I said, "I won't marry, I won't marry, it's impossible."

"If...we get married, will you be willing?" Ethan turned to look at me, not disgusted that I was so close to him, he asked cautiously.

I told him: "It's not whether I want to, I dare not think about it."

"Why don't you dare to think about it?" There was a bit of reproach in his tone.

"Because that may be the happiest thing in the world to me, so I dare not think about it."

"I dare to think, if you won't betray me," Ethan lowered his voice and became a little gentle, he said, "but it's really scary. I didn't even yearn for a long-term relationship before, and now I want get married."

Ethan added: "Forget it, it's still early."

At night, he cried again until his eyes turned red, and said he didn't want a long-distance relationship, so I said, "It's only a week, Zuo Niu, you cry so much, Zuo Niu."

"You have to answer my phone every day."

"it is good."

I hugged him on the bed, he was buried under the quilt, showing his eyes, and said: "Don't drink when you are on a business trip."

"Do I look like an alcoholic?"

Ethan, who hadn't finished crying, showed his teeth again, smiled, and said, "I'm an alcoholic, so I have to remind you, don't become like me, it's very unhealthy."

"Why are you smirking?" I saw his messy hair and liked him more.

He said, "Kiss me, kiss me."

"It's been a long time since I kissed."

I didn't refuse, but Ethan suddenly stopped asking for advice, his hand was on my shoulder, and our bodies were pressed against each other.

Ethan closed his eyes and kissed me, and I closed my eyes too. After kissing for a long time, Ethan, who was panting heavily, said softly: "I miss you."