mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

After knowing each other for so long, I learned that Nozawa has a pair of elderly parents. Nozawa showed me their photos. In the picture, Nozawa and two gentle and kind old people are in the picture. The man wears a suit and the woman wears a kimono. Nozawa Standing behind their chairs, wearing bathrobes in shades of light blue, holding a tiny white rabbit in their arms.

"You missed them?" I asked.

In fact, I haven't finished working overtime yet, I'm sitting on the office chair, and Nozawa is standing next to me, when I raised my head slightly, I met his gaze.

He said, "Just to show you, so that you can get to know me better."

"Why do you need to know more?"

Nozawa put away the phone with the screen turned off, and thought for a long time before answering. He said, "This doesn't need an explanation, you should know why."

Not long ago, Nozawa told me that he liked me, and then began to try to get close to me, although he still looked cold and arrogant on the surface.In fact, I didn't have the time to think about how to deal with the relationship with Nozawa, because after returning from Shanghai that day, I started to feel depressed again like a relapse, and I walked into a dead end and couldn't get out.

Ethan and I have broken to such an extent that every step is not what I want, seeing him again is on the Internet, his performance in the new show is cut alone, and many people like him in the comments.

I made tomato hot pot and ate it at home. At eight o’clock in the night, Nozawa came to bring me medicine for rhinitis. He was wearing gloves, a scarf, and a coat that was not too thick. I was not in a good mood. Nozawa came in at the dining table Sitting next to him, I found him a set of bowls and chopsticks.

"Is it such a grand meal?" Nozawa asked me.

I said, "It's okay, you can eat more vegetables and meat, it's pretty healthy."

Nozawa took off his coat, took off his scarf and gloves, his face was blocked by the white mist of the hot pot, he picked up a piece of beef with shaking hands, blew it several times and then ate it, saying: "It's so delicious, so warm , it's very cold outside."

Out of understanding and apology, I said, "Thank you for helping me get the medicine."

"I just did what an assistant should do."

Whether it's emotion or content, this sentence from Nozawa's mouth seemed a bit inconsistent, he hid his smile, a little mischievous, at that moment, I thought I saw Ethan.

I took a deep breath, feeling uncomfortable in my heart.

I said, "What else do you need? I'll go to the kitchen and get some."

"Is there any sesame oil and vinegar?" he asked.

The refrigerator was turned on, and the cold light shone in my eyes. I was thinking that Nozawa had a side that he rarely showed, such as his eagerness for food, his real sense of temperature, and so many breaths of life.

I took other dishes and drinks. I didn't eat much. Nozawa's mouth was almost non-stop. His cheeks were pink and the tip of his nose was slightly red. He said, "It's so comfortable to eat hot pot in winter."

I said, "You really haven't eaten..."

"I was going to cook at my friend's house, but I didn't have time to buy medicine for you." Nozawa opened a can of coconut juice and drank it in small sips.

After looking at the phone once, Nozawa suddenly remembered something, and he said: "By the way, Zuo Dong's company is going to hold a 'Christmas Dress Up Ball' and has sent several invitations. I forgot to tell you during the day."

"Which... Zuo Dong?"

"Zuo Zhiying, Chairman Zuo, sent it in the name of the company."

The pot was almost boiling dry, and Nozawa reached out to turn off the fire. I asked him if he wanted to go, and he said, "If I go, maybe I will dress up very differently."

He asked again: "What about you? Frank, what are you wearing?"

I was a little stunned and hadn't made a decision yet, so I had to honestly shake my head and said, "I don't know if there will be time, let's talk about it when the time comes."

"What's the matter, are you still busy at Christmas?" Nozawa asked.

Then, our conversation for the night was about to come to an end. Nozawa said that it was too late, and I didn't take the initiative to let him stay, and rejected his offer to help wash the dishes.

I only have Ms. Zuo's invitation letter in my mind. I don't know if Ethan will go, but from what I know about him, there is a high probability that he will not go. He still likes to stay with his friends

Nozawa has a new friend, a white bunny he got for free when he visited the shopping mall of a real estate client, and he even brought the little guy to the company once.

After that, Nozawa posted photos of the rabbit almost every day in his Moments. He said that this rabbit looked very similar to the one he raised in Japan.

It seems that his life is indeed full of fun, and I can only fill my life with busy work, leaving only a small leisure for myself to put down my lost emotions. A few days later, because of the request of the upper management, I had to Decided to go to a costume party with a few other employees.

Ms. Zuo even called me specifically to ask if I wanted to go, and I said I would.

She said: "I hope you don't think I have other intentions, just as a friend, I really hope you can come and have fun, you are so busy, you can't go back to Germany soon."

I said: "Thank you, I understand, when I go home...it will probably be after the Spring Festival."

Ms. Zuo smiled and said that I am becoming more and more like a Chinese.

Now I feel that she is a person full of wisdom. Although she often expresses her emotions, she will choose the right time. She knows how to get the relationship she needs and how to resolve the crisis in communication.

I admire her very much, and I also understand that her creation of her business territory cannot be explained by chance. Even though I have no contact with Ethan now, she still chooses to be my friend.

I can't express my current mood. It seems that Ms. Zuo's friendliness urges me to regain my pure affection for Ethan, but I probably can't do it.

Nozawa packed the soup from the Cantonese restaurant downstairs and put it in a casserole to reheat it again. It was a supper for overtime work. He was busier than me, but he could handle everything calmly.

It seems that he has no plans to leave for the time being.

Three days later, it was the Friday before the rest day. After get off work, I went to eat Cantonese hot pot with Nozawa. It was very cold. One second we were still discussing what clothes to wear to Ms. Zuo’s dance, and the next second, I He saw Zhou Yiyi a few meters away, and then saw Ethan walking beside her.

He was wearing a dark gray scarf that was loosely wrapped several times around his neck, and he was staring at me, probably because there were other people around me.

"It feels like we've eaten a lot of Cantonese food recently." Nozawa looked down at the reservation order on his phone, still talking to me and walking forward.

Ethan was wearing a down jacket with the zipper open, and his hands were not in his pockets. Suddenly, he walked towards me casually, getting closer and closer. His face was expressionless, and he might be gritting his teeth faintly.

He stood in front of me and looked me up and down quickly. At this moment, Zhou Yiyi had already caught up, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Let's go, there are so many people here."

"Don't drag me, I don't fight, what's wrong with the crowd."

Then, Ethan looked at me again, with a smile on his lips, and said, "It's pretty good, foreigners match foreigners."

I was a little angry, so that Nozawa suddenly raised his hand to hold my arm and I didn't refuse, but so what about being angry, this is not the first time he has misunderstood.