mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

I still went to my mother's dance, but I met the last person I wanted to meet.

Frank was dressed like a spy in a movie, but looked younger and handsomer than the actors. He handed me my cigarette case, and I thought he recognized me, so I had to run away on my high heels.

I took a glass of red wine from the waiter's plate, I took two sips, looked up again and killed them all, I didn't really like the music they chose, I even wanted to find someone to bring my guitar over, I went on stage and gave it to them Sing two songs.

But now, Frank was standing in front of me, and he said to me: "You can dance, but please don't hug me like this, I'm afraid my colleagues will misunderstand."

colleagues?I thought to myself, I am afraid that I am not worried about the misunderstanding of my colleagues, but I am worried about the misunderstanding of a certain colleague.

But that person didn't seem to come today, and Frank didn't recognize me. The game suddenly became interesting. I was face to face with him, but I was in the dark and he was in the light. I regained the feeling of studying in North America. He raised his voice and spoke contrived English to him.

I said, "Okay, no one can see."

It’s a lie to say that I don’t miss him, and it’s a lie to say I don’t hate him. I also drank alcohol, so I’m not much more sober than Frank. The scent of body temperature perfume.

It doesn't matter, you can be bold if you want to, Frank can't recognize me, and he probably won't remember what happened tonight, and I don't want to recall it tomorrow.

After the dance, he didn't take the initiative to say a word to me, I said: "Come with me to eat something, okay?"

"Can't you find it yourself?"

There are too many people here, and you have to raise your voice to hear them. I was thinking, if the guy in front of me hadn’t been drinking, he might have recognized me a long time ago. Although he didn’t take precautions against me, he didn’t seem to be deliberately close.

I started to wonder if I wasn't dressed well enough today.

I stood there and looked at Frank for a long time, seeing that he was about to leave at any time, I grabbed his sleeve and said, "Then let's go to the bar for a drink."

"Do not drink too much."

"Are you concerned about me? Sir." Staring at him, what I thought in my mind was that I couldn't tell Zhou Yiyi that I met Frank, otherwise she would definitely scold me for being unclean.

"Actually, I don't think you'd like to hear it, ma'am, but I still want to tell you," Frank said to me, taking the glass away from the crowd, "You look a bit like the person I love, but after we're separated, I Everyone thinks he looks like him recently, so I'm sorry, I looked at you a few more times, but I don't mean anything else at all."

I admit that I will soften my heart because of Frank's words, even if they are drunk or false.

So he asked, "You still love him? Then why did you separate?"

"Maybe I really don't get along with him." Frank drained the glass and handed the glass to the waiter. He didn't look drunk at all, but judging by his dull judgment and undisguised language , as if drunk again.

He looked at me straight and calmly, and I raised my hand to straighten the thin shoulder straps. Today's experience is that women's clothes are much more uncomfortable to wear than men's clothes, both on the body and on the feet.

At this moment, I have many impulses against my will, even if I hate him, I still want to hug and kiss him. I know that if I do it, nothing will happen. If I don't say it, Frank himself doesn't know what actually happened.

Headache, hot breath, alcohol swelling inside me, I hugged Frank's waist and touched his mouth with sticky lipstick, he struggled a bit, trying to push me away.

The lights dimmed and the music was still playing, but Frank stopped suddenly, his mouth moved, I couldn't hear what he said clearly, and I listened to his voice again.

He repeated, saying: "Ethan."

The moment the song was changed, the lights were almost dimmed.

I didn't give in, I didn't let go, but I missed our past, my mouth was on his, and I asked him, "Who's Ethan?"

"You... sorry, I think you resemble him, just a little bit."

"You can take me for him, sir, you can do that." I held his face in my hands, my hair blocked me from him, and I took off his glasses, which were in the way.

My breathing is out of rhythm.

So many days of pain, hate, nostalgia all pouring out, music, night and alcohol are not calming things, I kissed Frank and I initiated it, then he hugged me, bright lipstick Fainted between my mouth and his.

The temperature of the alcohol-smelling breath is very high, and the lipstick seems to have melted, becoming more and more sticky, which makes people uncomfortable. I can't suppress the itchy pain in my heart, and I don't know what to do to be rational.

He said, "Ethan."

I responded in English: "Yes."

"I might be really drunk, sorry," Frank said.

I hugged him again, my breathing was a little hard, I felt pain and joy, the dance became a utopia, and I betrayed myself in utopia.

After Christmas, I only slept for three hours, got up early and went downstairs, stuffed the skirt and high heels into the trash can outside the gate of the community.

My eyes are still swollen, and my head hurts. Thinking about what happened last night, I feel like I have an uncontrollable dream.Frank and I had a long kiss in the far corner of the dance floor, we were both drunk, he thought I looked like Ethan, and he was convinced I wasn't Ethan.

Then I didn't do anything else, I left while he was going to the bathroom, and took a taxi home. Except for myself, only Zhou Yiyi knew that I was going to the dance.

But only I know that I met Frank.

I know from myself how fickle and contradictory people are. Last night, I felt pity for Frank and kissed him actively, and even wanted to sleep with him.

And now, the sun is about to rise, and I'm walking in the pale gray morning light, thinking how ridiculous I was last night, how ridiculous my impulsive thoughts were, and even more ridiculous my impulsive actions.

This kind of thing can't happen again in the future.

But I don't know what's wrong with me. In this very cold morning, I squatted on the stone steps next to the flower bed in the community, buried my face and cried for a while, the tears soaked my sleeves, almost freezing.

Zhou Yiyi sent me a message asking me: "Are you still awake? You must have drunk last night."

I didn't reply for the time being, but put the phone back in my pocket.

After returning home, I ordered a nearby breakfast takeaway. Then, I started to prepare the clothes for going out in the afternoon. The whole person was still in a sad and trance, and I seemed to be a fickle adult.

But that's no fun at all.