mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Later, Ethan didn’t live in the house he rented a few times. He lived in more than one or two places in Beijing, and sometimes stayed at other people’s homes. The weather became warmer, and I planned to go back to Cologne once during the vacation.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Due to work factors, my vacation had to be postponed. I couldn't go home as I wished and returned to the countryside. I had to continue working as usual in Beijing, which is getting hotter and hotter.

Ethan turned 20. On his birthday, which was Monday, he held an exaggerated birthday party, wore beautiful and expensive clothes, took photos with those young and beautiful friends, and posted many photos in Moments.

I know that when he celebrated his birthday, it was already past seven o'clock in the morning of that day.

I wake up in the morning, drink coffee, and go to the company restaurant for breakfast. The sandwiches that day are very thick. Chinese sandwiches have a Chinese taste anyway, a unique freshness that belongs to Chinese food.

I don’t often say this kind of thing, and I often say this kind of thing. Of course, my feelings for China are fundamentally different from those for Germany, but I depend on China and miss China.

This is the truth.

In the afternoon, Ethan called me, and he said, "It's my birthday today."

"I saw your dynamic, happy birthday."

"that's all?"

The question of these four words confused me for a while, and I thought in my heart, if he hadn't called, I might not have sent him my blessing at all.

I asked: "Otherwise?"

Ethan didn't seem very happy. He was silent for a few seconds before gritted his teeth and sighed, "No, I'm just wondering, are we... not friends?"

I laughed, but not because I was happy, and I said, "Then...do you have an appointment tonight? Let me treat you to something to eat."

"Do not care."

"I can't quite guess what you want," I sighed, standing by the office window, and said, "Ethan, would you really like to be my friend?"

"No, it's just... I just don't like you, and I want to make things difficult for you."

His family background brought him full domineering, he didn't need to be scheming, he could say whatever he wanted, no matter good or bad.

"Fuck you," he said.

I said, "Is it a threat? Can I call the police?"

"It's okay to call the police, but don't report to my mother." In the middle of speaking, he paused for a while, thought it over, and said, "I have a party in the early morning, and I have free time in the evening. I will send you the address when I meet my enemy. See you at seven."

It is the location of a Sichuan restaurant. He celebrated his birthday and he invited me to dinner.

I got off work after a meeting, and hurried over without even changing my clothes. Ethan's hair was straightened again, his bangs swept his eyelids, he wore two very long silver earrings, and he wore sweeping trousers and a no-nonsense shirt. sleeve T-shirt.

He has slender limbs, especially in summer. He wears three strangely shaped rings on his fingers, holds a blue ceramic teacup, leans forward slightly, and says, "Order, Frank."

I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew that at this moment, there was a flamboyant provocation in his expression, and I tried to ignore people and things I didn't like.

But not Ethan, he seems to like to show his hate

As I flipped through the menu, he asked, "Frank, did you call the police?"

"Reported."

When I buried my head and looked up at him, the two fell into a strange confrontation, and then we both laughed, politely and coldly.

My answer probably made him understand me a bit. I ordered food, but Ethan didn’t order a single dish. He suddenly hit my calf with the toe of his thick-soled sneakers. I was caught off guard and looked at him unexpectedly.

"what happened?"

"Today is my birthday. People like you, who will prepare gifts for my whole family during the New Year, don't even think about bringing me a present?"

"That's different," I said.

I can't tell the difference, because everything is different. I met Zuo Lin at that time, aiming to develop into a lover or even get married, but Ethan and I may not even be long-term friends.

However, I ended up taking him to see the play that night, Agatha's classic, Murder on the Orient Express, for which I had gotten tickets from a friend.

There were no tickets available that night.

After coming out, I asked Ethan if he was happy.

With his hands in his trouser pockets and a black messenger bag slanted across his shoulders, he said, "Do you want me to be happy or unhappy?"

"I want you to tell the truth."

He stared into my eyes, looked at me, and looked at me with deep meaning. He looked unhappy, but in the end, he said two words lightly: "It looks good."

A few days after his birthday, Ethan had a quarrel with someone on ig. The other party is also a rich second generation and half an actor. The reason is that the other party's boyfriend added Ethan's WeChat. It seems that he fell in love with Ethan.

Ethan and I go to the bar, tell me this story, and actually, 80.00% of the time, swear, he asks me, "Do I look like a vixen?"

"Yes." I said.

No lie, no exaggeration, he is too good at dressing, he is young, tall and thin, and he can handle people. If the boyfriend of the rich second generation is really an ordinary gay, then it is normal to fall in love with Ethan.

"Get out!" He rolled his eyes at me.

I was standing there in a shirt and trousers, the music was loud, and everyone around me was full of make-up, cool, and sexy. Ethan put down his glass and came over, saying, "Jump!"

"Have you scolded enough?" I asked.

"Are you dead or not, why are you mocking me?"

"I'm not mocking you." I said blankly.

"I can't even look down on that idiot after my fucking disfigurement, do you understand! That guy added me on WeChat flirting, and even sent me dick photos, damn it, I'm dizzy!"

He was so angry that he was about to scream. I felt that it was uncontrollable, but there was nothing I could do. I raised my hand to cover his ears, and he stopped.

The rhythm of the music is very strong, and Ethan wears a very strong perfume today, which suits him very well.

I never asked Ethan whether he likes men or women. Maybe he likes both, or maybe he doesn't like them. In the dark bar, the white light slides between us, switching between bright and dark at will. People are so close that they are lost. A sense of the boundaries of the day.

I rarely go to this kind of bar, but today, I understand why this kind of place has so much lingering emotion, indeed, the atmosphere is too easy to confuse people.

Ethan drank and felt that he was not drunk. He said later: "If he looks like you, I will strip myself."

He said this just to embarrass me, so I didn't respond and stood face to face with him.

Ethan reached out and hooked my index finger around my belt. He brought me closer to him, lower than me, so he looked up at me slightly, and he said, "What are you hiding..."

I could feel my face getting closer to Ethan's, and he was still talking to me.He could hear clearly like this, and he said, "What are you hiding from?"

He also said: "What happened tonight can be forgotten tomorrow."

I don't know what he thought, but later, his lips were on mine, he hugged my shoulders, his chest heaved and he breathed heavily, I was also a little impulsive, I hugged him tightly.

It was just a kiss, but in the next few days, I couldn't figure it out more and more. I knew that such a thing was normal in a certain environment, but before that, I thought he hated me a little.

It's also possible that kissing and hating don't conflict.

But I don't seem to repel him so much. He came to my house without warning, took the slippers by himself after I opened the door, and stood there staring at me.

I took off my office glasses and asked him, "What do you want to drink?"

"Drink whatever you give me."

I turned on the coffee machine, black coffee, sparkling water, peach juice, ice cubes, the taste that young people younger than me would like. I sat on the high chair next to the dining table and watched the computer. Ethan sat on me with the coffee On the opposite side, for a while, I focused on looking at the computer, and he focused on stirring the things in the glass.

He suddenly asked me: "What do you think?"

"what?"

I really don't know what he was referring to.

He turned the bar chair slightly and said, "Of course, it's about kissing me."

I wanted a short time to respond, and I was probably a little expressionless, so I said, "You kissed me..."

"Fuck, I thought you were so upright and upright," Ethan said, putting the cup on the dining table, "It's no different from that scumbag man, I see, let's go."

He simply jumped off the chair, turned around to leave, very chic, I sighed and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you."

Ethan turned his head, he looked at me and asked, "Are you gay?"

"No," I immediately changed my words and said, "I don't know."

"Why are you so nervous?" Ethan suddenly smiled and said, "Just kidding, what's the point of two big men kissing? I don't blame you."

Ethan left, slippers casually scattered beside the shoe cabinet.

I drank half a cup of coffee.