mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

When I woke up, there was Frank's brooch next to the bed.

Actually, after thinking about it for a long time with that dried flower, I realized that it was Frank wearing it last night, but as for why it was here with me, and what happened after the celebration banquet, I couldn’t remember a single picture.

My mother went to work, and Sister Sen was on the phone in the living room. I stood on the stairs for a long time before I dragged my feet and continued down. I asked Aunt Liu: "Whose car did I take last night?"

"Boyao, Mr. Frank took you back by taxi."

"Did I drink too much?" I didn't dare to speak too loudly, and I got a headache when I turned my neck.

My expression must be ugly. Aunt Liu prepared a light meal for me, but I only drank half a bowl of sweet lily porridge. I'm going to take you to the hospital."

She added: "Your mother is very worried."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu, you guys should go and have a rest too."

I still want to lie down, so I feel that everyone needs to lie down. I ate lunch in a daze, and suddenly I received a call from Frank. He still took it easy and said, "I'm worried that I will disturb your rest in the morning, how about it? Are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine. I'll return your brooch when I'm done."

"No, I told you last night, I gave it to you."

"Oh, I don't want it." I grabbed my hair anxiously, I really hate this kind of fake politeness, it's just a brooch, and I don't care much about it.

He didn't ask a few words, and he was very polite throughout the whole process, hung up the phone, and I sat there for a while, Feizi called to say about evening rehearsal, and I said, "Come on, take a day off, my lungs are hurting now."

"Young Master Zuo, which one who doesn't have long eyes has offended you again?"

"It's not fucking true, I'm just annoying."

Feizi smiled and said, "Practicing the piano won't bother you, just let it out."

"fart!"

I was furious, and Feizi was shaking with laughter on the other end of the phone. I said, "Can you be a little sympathetic? Who drank with you when you were crying?"

"I was wrong, brother, I was really wrong, don't practice, your arm is not good yet, we understand you, let's rest."

I said, "Grass, I really want to drive."

"Like a child." Feizi muttered.

I had an argument with my mother. Her current boyfriend is an old-fashioned guy who looks gentle, but actually doesn't like many people and things, including me.

If she and I were really annoyed and scolded each other, that would be fine, but this time it was a real cold war, I think I've calmed down a long time ago, but I firmly believe that I must pretend to be indifferent until my mother completely compromises, and then begs for my forgiveness she.

In the first confrontation with the old man, I broke the glasses he put on the corner of the table. In the second confrontation, I poured a full glass of Coke on his face.

My mom had several boyfriends, but he was the only one I hated.

In fact, she is not much older than my mother, but she is old-fashioned in spirit, looks ill, has little clothes, and can't speak clearly.

I said, "He can be my grandfather!"

My mother was so angry that she slammed the refrigerator door and told me to get out.

Many times, my mother and I have very similar personalities, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, so when the Cold War began, my mother still acted wise and determined in front of people, and I planned to find a new house to live in.

This is the opportunity for Frank and I to become acquainted.

His identity is my mother's lobbyist, but a reluctant lobbyist, Frank came to appease me, 90.00% because my mother has a connection, and [-]% because we know each other.

After he knew that I wanted to rent a house, he said, "I heard from Ms. Zuo that she bought a house for you?"

"It's not a house, it's a cage," I said.

"If you rent a house, you still have to use her money."

Frank said it so calmly and calmly, but in fact, these words really hit my sore spot, I gritted my teeth and said, "Then what do you want?"

"Ms. Zuo wants you to go home."

"You don't care if I go home or not."

Regarding this matter, Frank was just an outsider, but I was so angry with him that I felt uncomfortable everywhere. I felt that my mother taught him to say those words, and my mother was using money to manipulate me.

If I didn’t have so many hobbies, maybe I could still save a lot of private money, but now, I have to bite the bullet and continue to swipe my mother’s card. It’s snowing this day. Watch the snow in the pavilion in the park and eat hot instant noodles.

It's not that I don't have money to eat, but I want my mother to know that I can bend and stretch, and I can adapt to any kind of life.

Therefore, I deliberately took a group photo of instant noodles and snow scene and sent it to Moments.

Frank came to the park to look for me, he said to show me the house, I said: "What good will you do by flattering my mother?"

"Flaty..." He thought for a moment, then said, "This is not a good word."

"It's good to know." I drank the last sip of instant noodle soup and leaned against the pillar of the gazebo.

Frank said: "My father is a farmer and my mother is an editor of a newspaper. I live in the outskirts of Cologne. I have lived with a large family since I was a child."

"So what." I sneered.

He said: "Everyone thinks that I like the warm family atmosphere and the excitement, but in fact, I don't like it at all. Every time the whole family eats together and many relatives are present, I roll my eyes in my heart. I don't like to hear Some people talk, but I have to stay there and listen."

"If it was me, I would have left long ago." I said.

The snow is still falling, like a goose feather, it is already spring, and there is still snow.

I meant to ridicule Frank's compromise, but his focus seems to be missing here. He said: "I never thought about what kind of person I would become if I were those relatives and grew up in their family. My French Colleagues have told me that we’re always judging everything by our experiences and experiences, and because of that, it can get a little extreme.”

I seem to understand what Frank is trying to say, but I don't seem to understand.

"You don't really want to be on the streets in this weather, do you?" he said.

I shook my head and said, "Stay in a hotel temporarily."

"Come on, I'll help you find a good house." Frank raised his chin and said, then smiled.

Germany has a stronger style than France. The antique buildings in the park have become movie scenes, and the snow is artificial snow. Frank’s smile is so light that there is almost no one. I followed him, and he helped me carry the guitar, saying: "Actually I also rent a house myself, the neighborhood I live in is very good, and there are many young people with personality, not just me."

Snow fell on my knuckles, on Frank's coat.

After a long silence, I suddenly asked, "How are you?"

"Very German," he replied.

"Then what am I like?"

His answer: "It's very Beijing."

I shook my head and said, "Do you know why I am called Boyao? Because my grandfather is from Yantai and grew up by the Bohai Sea. He left his hometown and settled down in Beijing. Later, he really saw Bohai from afar."

I don’t know if Frank really understood, but the topic of my name didn’t continue. He took me to see the house, which was in the same building as his. He lived on the [-]th floor, and the house he saw was on the [-]th floor. fifth floor.