mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

There is no room for love when there is no room for friction, there is a sense of vulnerability between me and Ethan.

On the night when he was angry because of Charlotte's appearance, I was also a little irritable, so I said "you are like this every time, I really don't know how to do it" out of my mouth.

Thinking about it later, I regret it terribly.

We really quarreled, not one-sided anger, not small conflicts, but real and conflicts between lovers. Ethan went to record and didn't know when he would come back.

We... quarreled for three days in a row.

Charlotte came to the company to find me and said that she has been very free recently, and after working intensively, she basically has a long vacation. She has developed some Cantonese habits, for example, asking me if I want to have morning tea together.

The assistant brought her coffee. I turned off the computer and waited for an important meeting notice. I was free for the time being. Charlotte said: "After my 30th birthday next year, I plan to retire and try to do other things. thing."

"Going back to England?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "I may have to live in Beijing for the rest of my life. I like the culture of northern China very much. Maybe my future work will have something to do with it."

In fact, I am a little absent-minded at the moment. The most obvious feeling is loss. Charlotte appeared abruptly. I don't want to see her that much, but it is impossible to drive her out.

About drinking morning tea, I can only give a vague answer, saying: "I've been too busy recently, wait until I'm free."

Originally, it was just a friend who kept in touch because we could chat well. Now, Charlotte in front of me has become my heart disease. She told me: "I've bothered you too much recently. After all, it's the first time I've settled in Beijing. I just want to be familiar with you. We meet more people, I hope you can understand."

"I understand."

"Where's Ethan? Has he been busy lately?"

"Well." I replied.

Speaking of this, Charlotte probably sensed my indifference, so she said she was leaving, leaving behind a strange smell of perfume in the office.

But I thought I knew Ethan very well, but I couldn't resolve my relationship with him for a while.

Most importantly, this time I couldn't convince myself to give in.

After four full days of busy work at the company, when he came home again, he accidentally saw Ethan's medicine bottle in the gap of the sofa. Since the last time he went to the hospital with a heart attack, he has always carried the medicine with him.

I took a photo and sent it to him, and asked, "Do you want me to send it?"

"No need," he said.

"Then go buy a bottle nearby."

"I know myself, I'm not an idiot."

See, it’s been like this recently, after we didn’t say a few words, both of us started to get angry, I didn’t reply to the text for a while, I just sent a "cuffing fist" emoji in the past.

Life has become a lot more negative. There is nothing to do except work and exercise. You can find pictures and videos of Ethan on the Internet, and there are many discussions about him.

We didn’t meet each other for this recording, until late one night, he came back with his suitcase and came to my house to pick up things. He walked in and changed his shoes silently while I was installing a new shoe rack in the living room.

"Back?" I looked at him.

He skipped my sight, lowered his head to fiddle with the phone, and replied, "Come get my pillow, I can't sleep well without that pillow."

"Ah..." I recalled it seriously, and said, "I brought the pillow for you, and the medicine, and put them in the bedroom."

This time, Ethan finally looked at me, his indifferent eyes stopped on me, he suddenly laughed, and said, "Don't chase me so actively, really."

Because of this sudden misunderstanding, I dropped the screwdriver and stood up, saying, "I'm not chasing you, I didn't expect you to come here, I thought you could use it when you come back."

Ethan turned his back to me, lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, he said an unnatural "thank you", then, carrying the suitcase, he left without looking back.

The shoe rack was not installed properly, so I went to wash my hands. I was worried that Ethan hadn't eaten yet, so I took out the grilled chicken wings and beef rolls from the refrigerator to warm them up, and found a large bucket of yogurt and a box of strawberries.

Put all these together and go to the fifteenth floor to ring the doorbell. He stared at me blankly for a while, and said, "Is there anything else? I'm going to bed, it's almost midnight."

"Eat, hot." I handed him the oversized plastic bag.

He took it without hesitation, opened it to take a look, and said, "Orleans grilled wings?"

"Yes, there are also cheese beef rolls, yogurt, and strawberries."

"Understood, go to sleep." Ethan turned around and closed the door with a "slap". I stood outside the door in a daze for a while before going downstairs to rest, but I couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning. There is now.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and I still couldn't fall asleep. I played white noise and lay on the bed with my eyes open. The screen of my phone was on, and it was a message from Ethan.

Said: "Have you slept yet?"

"You must be asleep."

"Take your pajamas away tomorrow, take up space."

After three messages popped up in a row, the screen returned to calm again. I put the phone away and tried to close my eyes and fall asleep. Later, I did fall asleep. After a few hours, it was time to get up and go to work again.

The enthusiastic Ms. Zuo, who seemed stern, practical and reasonable, invited me to dinner at her home the day after Ethan returned.

She said this: "Thank you for taking care of Bo Yao. He is not sensible, so he must always worry you. When he comes home at night, Wu Rui and I will cook by ourselves. Bo Yao didn't know you were here. I told him, I don't know." He won't come."

Before I could figure out how to respond, she said again: "Don't worry about him or ask him, you can come, he can come or not, don't persuade him, otherwise, I will feel guilty because I affect your relationship. "

The meal did not come at the right time, but I did not refuse in the end. When I went, I carefully matched casual clothes and brought two bottles of red wine. When I was brought into the house by Sister Sen, I saw Ethan Station at first sight. on the steps.

He was wearing a white tank top and ripped pants, with an additional tattoo of the RawMeat logo on the outside of his upper arm, and slightly longer black hair swept around his cheeks.

He kept staring at me with a slightly provocative look, and I followed Sister Sen, passed by him, and entered the room.

"Did you see it? You're back," Ms. Zuo whispered to me in a very low voice, "You're still angry with me, not too happy."

In fact, I know that, at least today, most of Ethan's negative emotions are because of me, not because of Ms. Zuo.

I was helping in the kitchen, Mr. Wu was outside making desserts, Ethan was in the yard, playing football loudly, and didn't come in until it was getting dark.

Ms. Zuo asked me to call him.

Face to face, Ethan didn't say anything, I said: "Go in, your mother doesn't know we fight, so let's not do it."

"Collaboration." Ethan commented on me, and then went around the back of the house without looking back. I followed him and saw him squatting down next to the fish pond, stirring the water with his hands.

"Come on in, Ethan."

There was no answer to what I said, and it took several minutes. When I couldn't hold back and approached him, I realized that he was actually crying.

The expression is still the same as before, but tears have been shedding.

"Why are you crying? Tell me, I can solve it after you tell me."

He raised his head and squatted down to look at me like that, sobbing for a while, his nose constantly shaking, finally, Ethan started to speak, his voice was very low.

"I'm not good enough for you, I'm sorry, shall we break up? Okay?"

He cried so pitifully, as if he was the one who was broken up. For a moment, I had no time to care about what serious things he said. I just wanted to help him up and wipe his tears.

He burst out crying, burying his face in his knees.

Now, the people in the room must have heard his cry.

But no one was moved. I knelt down and asked next to him, "Who said that?"

"I don't like you anymore." Ethan had another excuse, but still cried.

I touched his back and said, "Okay, but I still like you, what should I do?"

Unforgettable love is often not smooth sailing. I know that any ending is not unusual for love, but I really hope that I can go on with Ethan forever.