mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

We use cooling to save love.

This feeling is like tasting food with vision.

Ethan felt that he needed time to think about it, but he was not sure how long he would think about it. At night, I specially worked in the restaurant to say a few words to Ethan who was busy before and after.

He was making a dessert that he researched by himself, but because he didn't have a proper oven and baking tools upstairs, so he had to come to my house to make it, knowing that 90.00% of it could be messed up, so I didn't even look at it, it smells, it's butter and sugar The taste should not be too unpalatable.

The flour-stained hands made my clothes all white. Ethan patted my shoulder hard and said, "Can you please take a photo for me."

"Okay, wait a minute."

I took the mobile phone he stuffed, which was also covered in flour, to the kitchen, and asked, "Why did you take a picture, did you succeed?"

"It's impossible to fail. I've watched the tutorial more than twenty times."

I picked up my phone and gestured a few times before I decided to go to the study to pick up the camera. Ethan was wearing a shirt and an apron, looking a bit like a pastry chef.

He bent down and looked at the cookies of different shapes on the plate like a baby.

"Professional enough." This is Ethan's evaluation of the photo after I took the photo. The next one is the tasting session, and Ethan handed me a piece after tasting.

He said, "Eat it quickly, it's really delicious."

I took the cookie and observed it for a long time before I put it in my mouth and chewed it. It felt good, at least not bad.

"good."

"Like it?"

"Said you like it, do you need to eat all of these?"

My bold joke made Ethan stunned for a moment, and then he raised his hand to hit me, a little angry, angry and couldn't help laughing.

"I asked you to take a photo because I had to post on Weibo."

Ethan looks a little aggrieved, I know, for a person like him who is used to being comfortable, becoming an idol sought after by others is really like wearing an invisible shackle.

Need to make more or less changes.

In Ethan's bones, there is some natural sincerity and simplicity, which I felt a long time ago.Although he is always rebellious, he cherishes every love of others.

By this time, after thinking a lot, I seemed to understand why Ethan had the idea of ​​breaking up.

I stood in the kitchen and kept looking at Ethan. He was still busy and made another plate of cookies and put them in the oven. He lay on the outside of the oven and looked at the yellow light inside for a long time.

"What's the matter?" When Ethan's hand touched my face, I suddenly woke up from the heavy thinking.

He asked again: "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ethan suddenly smiled wryly, turned around and took out a tissue and stuffed it for me, saying, "It's too bad, isn't it, it's the first time I make it, I'm so sorry, you're crying, I'm sorry."

"No, it's not because of that." I could feel my tears streaming down my chin, but told him with a smile, pinching his cheek.

Ethan tweeted the photo I took of him, and I asked him if he didn't like being in public, and he said, "But now someone likes my song."

He is willing and happy, so there is no need to worry.

My mum back in Cologne, when I opened the first avocado in the morning, I was spending this brain-free weekend with Ethan.

I went to a small courtyard of a teahouse, found a place where there was no sunlight but could see the sunlight, and ordered scented scented tea, and several small snacks that Ethan liked.

Some people sang Peking opera, and after a while, it was replaced by big drum performances. I was reading a book I brought with me, "Analysis of Living Expenses in Peking" written by Tao Menghe. Ethan said that he was a fake Beijinger. I can't speak Beijing dialect with a strong accent, and I don't have a childhood full of folk interests, and I don't miss Beijing's food.

There is also a book in my shoulder bag that I brought to Ethan. I have read it many times. It is an interesting and literary book suitable for teenagers. He should like it.

"City, south, old, thing," he read every single word in a low voice, "'Hui'an Pavilion. The sun shines through the big glass window, shines on the wall covered with white paper, shines on the three-drawer table, came to my crib. I woke up...'"

I asked him, "You really haven't read it? I thought all Chinese children have read it."

"Of course I haven't read it. I haven't liked reading since I was a child. When I read a book, I feel sleepy."

"If you really don't want to read it, you can find a magazine inside." I suggested.

But Ethan was not happy. He frowned and said, "But I've liked reading since today. When I finish this book, I'll read yours too."

He urgently needs to prove something, even though I don't want him to be so difficult for himself, but now, for him, overcoming and breaking through are things that will make him feel at ease.

I thought about it again, and found that there was nothing wrong with Ethan's expression, and he often uttered many difficult words and idioms, so I asked him: "It doesn't look like you don't like reading, you all know 'collusion'."

"Because the people around me are very powerful, they are teaching me lessons when they talk."

Ethan said this, and immediately, what I thought in my heart was: Ethan is also teaching me when he speaks.

It's not like a date now. In order to ensure the quality of Ethan's reading, I didn't talk to him very much. He read a book, and sometimes he even tapped the words with his hands, quietly reading sentences like a child.

I sent the video I took secretly to Ethan. He didn’t look at his phone for a while. In the picture, he was facing the sun, wearing a light brown sweater and jeans. He was leaning on the back of the chair, biting his nails and frowning. .

At this time, I received a video call from my mother, and I whispered to her through the headset: "Ethan is right across from me."

My mom said, "Can I have a word with Ethan? Not even once."

"He's reading."

"Sure enough, I know that you will fall in love with someone who likes to read books, because you are the same way." Her analysis was not accurate at all, but it was indeed me who misled her judgment.

Ethan raised his eyes vigilantly, recovered from the book, and asked, "Who are you talking to so happily?"

"I'm laughing because I'm talking about you." I said.

He curled his lips and frowned, walked up to me, and suddenly broke into my lens and my mother's sight.

"Hello, Ethan." My mother greeted him in English.

I disconnected the headset and said to Ethan, "My mom."

"Hello... sorry, I thought it was Frank's friend." Ethan stammered, he touched the tip of his nose, looking very, very nervous.

It seems that Ethan is very concerned about the words and actions in front of my mother. On the way back, he kept asking me: "I don't look rude, do I?"

"No." I replied decisively.

Ethan managed to show a blunt smile, and suddenly turned a bitter face. He sighed and said, "She must think I'm childish."

"You're just childish," I said, trying to grab Ethan's hand, and he ducked once, but didn't, and I said, "There's nothing wrong with being childish."