mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

I told Ethan my forehead was fine.

Bleeding is nothing, it's always going to bleed when you're injured, but I didn't have a chance to speak until I got out of the elevator, and I said, "It's okay, Ethan, I can cover myself."

He seems to be in a hurry by nature, and he does everything like this. I took his car and drove very fast along the way, and he talked a lot.

Ask me: "Is it still bleeding?"

"You don't have to worry about getting my car dirty, you can sit in whatever is comfortable for you."

"It may be a little fast, but there is no way, you should need stitches for this injury, so there is no delay."

"That idiot Li Tao, I've always thought he was mentally ill."

"Now you have seen through Zuo Lin. She has been filled with cement since she met her first love. If you really marry her, Li Tao, a lunatic, might kill someone."

……

I hardly answered, Ethan is a child, only 19 years old, if I think back to being 19 years old, I will feel that it was a long, long time ago.

I don't speak swear words, but I can understand Chinese swear words. Ethan seems to be the kind of person who can't speak without swear words.

I can't understand it, but silence is respect. I know that he is fighting for me, but there is a better solution to the matter. It is useless to be angry like this.

I admit that for a period of time, I fell into Zuo Lin's trap, until I was punched, but she stood by, and I woke up.

She is very good, but between us, the warm feeling that lovers should have is lacking. We respect each other too much, and too much respect leads to too alienation.

It is unimaginable that Ethan and Zuo Lin are siblings who grew up in the same family. They are completely different. Ethan is very kind to friends and strangers, but he really hates people he hates.

A Chinese word, righteousness.

In the car, Ethan also told me: "I'm ten times faster than this on the track, which is cool."

To express my gratitude, I invited Ethan to eat Sichuan hot pot. He asked if he could bring his friend, and I said yes, so I met Feizi.

Feizi is a very cute student. She is not yet an adult, just like the middle school students in front of every Chinese school. She is simple, alert and lively. She said that she is the bass player of the band.

I asked them the name of the band.

"Raw meat," Feizi said, resting her chin on her hand, "raw meat is Zuo Boyao's idea."

She intimately pointed to the uncooked beef on the plate, and then translated it into English and said it again.

I should have frowned.

"Raw meat that hasn't died yet will move when you touch it, and the blood is fresh. It's different from the one that's been neatly cut and frozen for a long time, and it's also different from the one that's been fried on a plate," Ethan put down his chopsticks, with a smug look in his eyes Light, he is proud of being young and rebellious, he said, "This is us."

For a long time after that, I thought Feizi was Ethan's girlfriend.

Zuo Lin made me and Ethan become friends. Later, Zuo Lin asked me to have coffee. She apologized and told me that she did not get back with Li Tao.

"Let's not contact each other anymore." I told her very bluntly.

She said: "Don't be nervous. I'll ask Li Tao to treat you to dinner another day. He's not a bad person. He was really impulsive that day. He did something wrong. He will sincerely apologize to you."

I shook my head and said, "No, that's the end of that."

My time should not be wasted on these things, my feelings as well.

Ethan's band was playing, and he called me in the middle of the night and asked, "Frank, are you free next week?"

"It's almost one o'clock in the morning," I said, waking up, sitting on the edge of the bed in confusion, "I'll call you back tomorrow morning."

"I haven't slept yet." Ethan whispered with a drunken nasal voice.

I said: "If you don't sleep, I will sleep, thank you, hang up first."

Sleep is as important as reading, at least for me, and I'm not afraid of offending Ethan, because we're not that close, just acquaintances, so even if there is a rift, I won't be sad.

I thought that Ethan would contact me the next day, but I was wrong. He didn’t contact me until the fifth day. Soon there will be the biggest festival in China—the Spring Festival, the holiday, but I don’t rush back to Cologne.

Some native people I know always organize activities during festivals, most of which are drinking and dining. I sometimes go there. Whether I go or not mainly depends on whether work allows me to sneak in and relax.

I didn't expect that, the day before the Spring Festival, Ethan appeared downstairs in my company.

He was injured, the skin on the bridge of his nose was broken, and with his slightly curving hair on top, he looked at me with a kind of resentful eyes, seeing me from far to near, the distance became shorter, and I realized that his arm was also Wounded, hanging motionless around his neck.

He actually came to me in person, I really didn't expect it.

"Ethan," I said, "is he still running around when he's injured?"

"The car crashed." He cherished words like gold.

I said, "It's strange if you don't bump into the way you drive."

He immediately became very anxious and explained: "I hit it on the track, do you have any sympathy?"

I glanced at the distance, looked at him again, took a deep breath, and said, "I sympathize with you, let's have afternoon tea together, I'm just going."

"Hilde Frank, listen to me. When I become popular in the future, you won't be able to come if you fucking want to. Do you think I'm begging you? I fucking think highly of you."

He was very excited. After speaking, he was still breathing rapidly. I shook my head and said to him in a low voice: "Young man, you should understand that the earth does not revolve around you."

I said again: "I don't have time to play with you, sorry."

Ethan does not study, does not earn a living, and has Ms. Zuo Zhiying as his backing, so he does not need to be too responsible for anyone, and he can do whatever he wants.

None of my friends, at least, let themselves be truly themselves, no matter what their family circumstances were.

Including Zuo Lin, they are all such people, even Li Tao is such a person, but Ethan is not.

I don't know who he left with that day. I drank coffee and had a long chat with friends in the coffee shop. When I went back, he was no longer there.

With a broken hand and definitely no way to play the guitar, I don't know if Ethan's show will go as planned, I don't hate him, I just wish he wasn't so defenseless.

The current him is a tiger raised in the mountains since childhood, immune to human ethics, he feels that winning or losing is the goal, and he doesn't think about anything other than eating, drinking and having fun.

Talking about Ethan with a French colleague, my colleague scolded me: "You shouldn't be so subjective. You are using your own life as a yardstick, which is unfair."

"I'm objective," I said.

"His environment makes him, just like your environment makes you."

I was not convinced, but I am willing to try to understand him. It doesn't matter whether I can change him, because these are beyond my control.

In the end, I chose to go to Ethan's performance. On this day, I witnessed Feizi and the girl kissing on the stage, and I also witnessed Ethan singing with his arms hanging all the way.

No matter how many spectators sincerely want to come to listen to the music, this group of children will not allow the shabby performance, but there are many people who come, all kinds of people, professional equipment, and a cool venue.

Ethan jumped off the stage sweating profusely. He looked me over from head to toe and said, "What are you wearing?"

"Isn't it good? I think it's quite appropriate."

I was wearing a pair of high-waisted trousers, a casual shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a brooch made of dried flowers. Ethan obviously didn’t like it. He curled his lips and said, “Not really Come to a meeting."

"This is a custom-made shirt I bought in Milan, not only for meetings, but Italian suits are more suitable for casual occasions."

There is a person next to him, either showing his thighs or his belly, some wearing sweaters and stockings, and some wearing vests and boots. I don’t despise individuality and fashion, but it’s just hard to imagine how weird it is for me to dress up like that.

I really do not fit.

Ethan drank too much at the celebration banquet. I took a taxi for him, hesitated, and went with him. Ms. Zuo Zhiying thanked me very much. I didn’t mean to thank her, but most people would help.

In the taxi, Ethan didn't talk much and didn't fall asleep at first. He grabbed my brooch and said, "There is a flower."

I sighed helplessly and said, "Give it to you to play."

"During the summer vacation, we held a concert at the Bird's Nest, went to the Taipei Arena in the winter, and next year at the Madison Square Garden in Manhattan, New York..."

After saying this, he fell asleep on my shoulder. I pushed his cheek, but found that he couldn't wake up at all, so I gave up most of the back seat of the car, so that he had a comfortable space to lean on.

The arm injury is not healing, so Ethan couldn't play the guitar today.

It's a pity that I didn't see him play the guitar.