mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

The double-breasted retro suit with black frame was said by my colleagues to look like Kingsman, so they eagerly encouraged me to bring an umbrella, but who can use an umbrella in winter in Beijing?

Christmas Eve plus Christmas, the holiday is a total of one and a half days, so it was already the afternoon of the 25th when I met with my colleagues who went to the dance together, but Nozawa didn't show up, didn't show up at the company, and still didn't show up at the event site.

It’s already dark, we’re living a festival that doesn’t belong to China, but the nearby businesses still want to take advantage of the opportunity to make money, so try to decorate the festive atmosphere as much as possible. There is a huge Christmas tree in front of a flower shop. Shimo called Nozawa for the first time today, but no one answered.

"Frank, are you in a hurry?" Another female employee was wearing a black skirt and a down jacket, her exhaled breath turned into big balls of white, and she stomped her feet in the cold, and said, "I called him too, Didn't answer either."

I said, "Don't worry, it's okay. He may not want to come, or he may have something to do temporarily."

"Disappointed?"

This kind of teasing is not very friendly, even though she was very friendly, I shook my head and said, "Let's go in and leave him alone, I will contact you later."

The place Ms. Zuo chose is very private. Although there are many people there, everyone is very open-minded. There are people in whatever clothes. There are no boring games and performances at the annual meeting. The things to do are drinking, eating, and dancing. .

"Frank, have fun." Ms. Zuo patted me on the shoulder from behind me. After turning around, she smiled and looked at me, and Wu Rui was standing behind her.

I nodded and said, "Thank you for inviting me, otherwise I wouldn't know where to spend Christmas."

"You can drink, and then my driver will take you back."

"Then how do you go back?"

"It's okay, my husband won't drink today."

I moved my eyes again and glanced at Wu Rui. He still had a bitter face, so I nodded and smiled at Ms. Zuo, and then I said goodbye temporarily and went shopping elsewhere.

The wine glass was served within a few minutes after I came in. If my colleague hadn't come to remind me, I would have forgotten that Nozawa hadn't come yet, so I went to the upstairs terrace to call him again, but no one answered.

I called twice repeatedly, and the second time they said the phone was turned off.

After a few glasses of wine, I met a few acquaintances at work, so I chatted a lot. When I really started to dance, the lights became darker, and my mood was divorced from reality and became more comfortable. I will not go to I want to worry about things.

I wasn't drunk, I could only be considered slightly drunk. I also met Mr. Pu and chatted with him, but we didn't mention Ethan.

For a while after I arrived, many people came to the scene, but fortunately, the venue is wide, so there is absolutely room for dancing.

At this time, even the corridor to the bathroom was very dark. All I could see were the green lights of the emergency exits. A young girl was smoking an electronic cigarette by the window in the corridor. She opened the window wide, and the cold wind gusts Pour it in.

I bent down, picked up the cigarette case, and said, "Is it yours? It's dropped."

She was tall and taller than Charlotte, who was a model. She was wrapped in a down jacket, and she was wearing a skirt under the down jacket. She snatched the cigarette case and left without even turning her head.

The high-heeled shoes scratched the tiles, and the sound was harsh. When I touched my pants pocket again, I found that I couldn't find my mobile phone.

On the dance floor, the music and alcohol worked at the same time. I still couldn’t find my phone, so I hoped that someone would find it and bring it back. Many men and women today wear dark clothes. Therefore, when that girl appeared again, it was the last time. conspicuous one.

She took off her down jacket and was wearing a red suspender skirt with a slightly puffed skirt. She passed through many people and walked towards this side. I stared at her closely for fear that she would run away again.

Although there is no evidence, I very much suspect that she stole my mobile phone.

Her dark hair was not that long, swept casually over her shoulders, and the moment we looked at each other, she turned and walked away, so my doubts turned into convictions.

If she has done nothing wrong, there is no reason to avoid me, and I don't know her.

No, let's just say I guess I don't know her, she wears a mask that only shows her eyes, mouth and chin, and she has long and thin arms, and she ran away in a panic, and I was like people in those movies, hopelessly Looking for her in the crowd, sometimes I can only see a corner of the red dress, sometimes I see someone else's red dress, and sometimes I have hallucinations.

A few pieces of hot music ended, and then the intoxicating The Christmas Song sounded. Ms. Zuo asked the waiter to tell me that I had to ask her to pick up her mobile phone after it was over, saying that it had dropped by the dining table.

This song makes the lights become lingering. The lights are so dim that people can hardly be seen. I finished talking with the waiter and walked into the crowd. Then, I accidentally bumped into the girl in the red skirt. She is the first girl tonight. Three times, but my phone has been found.

"Sorry, sorry." I was going to walk around her.

She said in English: "Sorry, I only speak English."

The voice sounded like a man, a bit like a woman, and there was an indescribably familiar feeling, but I will blame all unreasonable speculations on my drinking tonight.

It is true that he drank, and drank a lot, so that he didn't go into why all the abnormal situations were abnormal.

She moved her round and bright red mouth and said, "Can I dance with you?"

"I don't dance very well, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I'm not a good dancer either," she said, stretching her hand out, almost into my arms, "I think our clothes match, don't you?"

She added: "But I didn't expect to see you here."

"Do we...know each other?" I tried to see her appearance in detail, but the dim lights and masks stopped me, as did the alcohol.

"It's because I don't know each other, so I didn't expect to meet."

This joke was not funny at all, the song was about to end, and before I agreed to her invitation, she suddenly jumped up and hugged my neck.

"Relax, please? Ma'am, sorry, this is not good." I said in English.

"After tonight, you don't know who I am, and I forget who you are. It's just a dance and nothing else." Alcohol made me dizzy one after another, but I still heard her cry .

I said, "Dancing is fine, please don't hug me like this, I'm afraid my colleagues will misunderstand."

"Okay, no one can see," she said in decent American English.

It was still a very slow song, and the other party seemed not very happy.

I held her and shook her for a few minutes, and the dance ended sloppily.