mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Before the snow fell, I decided not to go back to Germany this winter.

But miss snow, snow will come, I remember the first snow is November 20th, I went to work as usual that day, Nozawa fell ill because of the cooling, so I asked for a day off, he called me at noon and asked: "Is it time to eat?" Bar?"

"Just finished the meeting," I said.

"I thought you couldn't handle it alone." He smiled lightly on the other end of the phone.

I stood up from the chair and planned to go to the staff cafeteria for lunch in a while. Looking out the window, the sky was light gray and the world was silvery white.

My heart suddenly calmed down, like a lake when there is no wind, but within a few seconds, memories poured down, creating puddles.

I said, "It's okay, I'm used to taking care of myself."

"I'll be back tomorrow." Nozawa breathed hard through his clogged nose, sounding very tired.

I said: "It's okay, you can rest for a few more days, the epidemic is not over yet, come back when you recover."

"Of course it's fine if you're allowed to leave. Who doesn't want to lie down at home."

I sighed subconsciously, and Nozawa asked me, "Why are you sighing?"

I said, "It's nothing, seeing it snowing, I feel a little homesick."

"I miss home too."

I hung up the phone on my own initiative. Looking back, I didn’t actually talk about anything meaningful. I chatted with my colleagues during lunch, and I wasn’t in the company for the afternoon meeting.

Before going to work in the afternoon, I checked my phone for a long time, but found nothing. I was trying to find the latest news about Ethan, but only a few program promotions were updated on his Weibo.

He may have really left me, and I haven't left him.

Knowing that a Chinese friend's company brand named the music variety show that Ethan participated in, he also told me about Ethan and called me specifically.

"I didn't even know you two broke up. I went to watch the video and told him I knew you."

This is after get off work in the snow, and I sit under the lamp to answer the phone.

The other party continued: "He said, 'Do you know me? It's good'. I thought he was so cold, and he said, 'I'm single now, can't you tell?' Anyway, it made me quite embarrassed."

"It was he who proposed the breakup," I said.

The friend thought for a while and said, "You are still in love."

"You're wrong, you don't love me anymore, you really don't love me anymore," I cleared my throat, and said, "After all...how can you still love me?"

Deciding not to love is a difficult thing. After making the decision, you will feel comfortable. The breath that is stuck in your heart is finally relieved, and you will also feel sad, because if you really don’t love, you don’t need to make a deliberate decision.

"It doesn't matter, there will be better." My friend reassured me.

To be honest, I don’t know if there will be any better ones. I also heard from my friend about the interesting things that happened to Ethan in the studio. I listened to the whole process calmly and thanked him for caring about me.

Unexpectedly, he said, "Don't you want to come and see him? You can come anytime."

"never mind."

"I would say that your group is preparing for the next season's partner bidding, so come to investigate," he still knew me very well, and said, "It's going to be a few days, I don't believe you don't want him."

I admit that because of his contradictions in these words, I fell silent.

The other party said: "Okay, even if you don't want him, come and see, and think about whether it is really impossible, just like impulsive love, sometimes breaking up is also very impulsive."

I didn't sleep well all night.

On the third day, my friend booked a plane ticket to Shanghai for me. Ethan’s show was recorded in Shanghai. When I entered the studio, the producer and director came to meet and chat, but my mind was blank, and what I said was also true. Nothing.

Ten minutes later, I saw Ethan, and the little girl behind him was probably the assistant Zhou Yiyi had assigned to him. The assistant was carrying a small bag, and also holding Ethan's thin coat and thermos. The two of them were talking expressionlessly. After a few words, Ethan entered the corridor, and the assistant waited outside.

Ethan, who has entered the working state, has a more mature and capable demeanor. He wears a woolen hat, puts on makeup, and a short coat makes him taller and more upright.

I was sitting in the front row of the auditorium, wearing a mask, next to the friend who brought me here, and most of the people sitting nearby were the media, and someone patted me on the shoulder and handed me a business card.

I declined them all, saying, "It's not working hours, sorry."

Ethan, in his nice leather and metal suit, comes up on stage from the backstage shot, he's trying on the mics, he's off, and then the show officially starts taping.

Ethan and other singers who participated in the show sang the opening track.

My friend leaned over and spoke close to my ear: "Would you like to say hello?"

"Forget it." I said.

"Then I can go and say hello, when I rest for a while."

"Don't tell him I'm coming."

My friend poked me with his elbow and said, "Don't do that, maybe he's already seen you."

"Don't forget, he broke up with me and doesn't trust me anymore, so I don't really want to see him anymore, I finally got out."

The friend said: "Why are you acting like a child, you are still angry."

"Otherwise what can I do?"

"Catch him back."

It seems that others are thinking about this matter from a standpoint other than mine, and no one really has the same emotions as me, and even, they feel that I am a little sorry for Ethan.

I said, "If I try, 90.00% will fail."

"Then I can only think that you don't love him enough."

This sentence from my friend always echoed in my head, and later, halfway through the recording, I met Ethan in the hallway leading to the bathroom. He didn't even look at me, passed me and walked away from me.

I said to my friend: "I'm going back to the hotel first, I don't want to stay anymore, you can tell the producer later, thank her for the hospitality, and just say I'm not feeling well."

"Sorry, I didn't help you." The friend's face was full of guilt.

I left quickly, arrived at the hotel, packed my things, and planned to fly back to Beijing tomorrow morning, when my friend called suddenly and said, "Don't sleep, Zuo Boyao fainted at the scene and has already been sent to the hospital. Half an hour ago."

The news spread faster than I thought. At this time, there was already news on the Internet that Ethan was rushed to the hospital. I rushed to the hospital and saw Zhou Yiyi in front of the parking lot. She grabbed my sleeve and said, "You What are you doing here!"

"I'll take a look."

"Please don't add fuel to the fire. People don't want to see you at all. It's impossible in this life. Don't pester me any longer." Zhou Yiyi became very angry at me.

But by this time, I was so anxious that I didn't know what happened to Ethan.

Zhou Yiyi continued to grab my sleeve and said, "I'm already awake, I have hypoglycemia, it doesn't matter."

"Do you know that he had heart surgery when he was a child!" I was also a little angry, and asked Zhou Yiyi in a very aggressive tone.

Zhou Yiyi said: "Hurry up and go back, or I'll call for bodyguards. I mean what Zuo Boyao meant. Don't you understand? It's because he doesn't want to see you, it's not because I don't want you to meet."

I stood there, not knowing what to do for a while, my friend also rushed over, he listened to Zhou Yiyi's words the whole time, and he said to me: "Okay, let's go back, we can't do anything about this situation."

It was a very gloomy and dark night, and I learned that I had been abandoned by Ethan, completely abandoned.