mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

I had a long sleep on January [-]st. When I woke up, it was already past ten o’clock in the morning on the [-]nd. The weather was cloudy and sunny. The personnel department called me to tell me about the recruitment of a new assistant.

To be honest, I regret that I drank at the ball that day. If I hadn’t drunk, I might not have recognized that person as Nozawa. In that case, I would definitely not recognize him as Ethan, let alone kiss him. .

This matter cannot be dismissed with a smile. Although for adults in the city, there are many bizarre love lives, but when I think about it carefully, if I kiss someone who likes me, isn’t it a tacit agreement that I like him.

But there will be no contact for the time being, unless he contacts me himself due to some unexpected situation. I went to a party full of German friends on the evening of the [-]nd. This time I only drank a little ice white and felt nothing.

It was a lot of peace of mind, because I've been a little terrified of booze ever since I had such a big oolong on Christmas night.

The restaurant for the party is also opened by Germans, where everyone can let go of the social needs of work and life, and speak their native dialect unscrupulously. For a moment, it feels like they are really going home.

The New Year's Day holiday was spent in parties and ordinary life. I didn't gain much, but after thinking about it, after so much experience, peace is extremely rare. I started to continue to work and survive the increasingly cold winter.

The matter of recruiting a new assistant is getting a little closer. This time, it is a Chinese man with eight or nine years of experience. Like my previous Chinese assistant, he is rigorous, silent, nice, and has a sense of boundaries.

It was like before I knew Ethan, and I thought it was going to be like this forever.

Nozawa's reappearance surprised me. This time, the occasion of meeting was in front of another building next door. He was wearing a formal suit, a coat, and a brown plaid scarf. He took off his mask and stood next to the trash can. Paper blowing nose.

I figured, if he didn't say hello to me, then I'd just pretend I didn't see him.

"Frank." Nozawa's voice came from behind, and I had to stop.

He yelled at me very simply, and then ran up with his leather shoes, I could see him by turning slightly, and I said, "You are here..."

"Go to work." His nose was a little red from rubbing, and he put on the mask to cover his mouth and nose after saying two words.

"It's so fast," I said, "that's good, if you get a job."

"It's fine," Nozawa said while standing beside me with his hands hanging down, holding a black leather bag, "everything is fine, but...just miss you sometimes."

He raised his eyes and looked at me with a calm expression wrapped in enthusiasm, and it was obvious that he took a deep breath.

I said, "I'll see you another day if I have time. I still have a meeting, so I have to go upstairs first."

"You don't want to see me, do you?"

Now that it is no longer a work relationship, Nozawa seems to be less serious than before. His eyes were red and he did not shed any tears. He looked into my eyes and asked me.

I said, "It's not that I don't want to meet, we're both very busy, so there's no need to see each other immediately."

"Are you rejecting everyone who likes you in this way and with these words?" Nozawa asked.

I don't understand more and more what kind of thinking logic he has in his mind, and he always asks questions beyond my expectations. At this time, a transparent tear slipped out of his eye socket, and I panicked. I didn't have a tissue for him. Not to mention any comforting words.

Such a tough person like him would cry on the street.

"Don't cry... I have to go up quickly, I'll be urged later." I gritted my teeth, tried my best to overcome my sympathy, and said goodbye to Nozawa hastily.

Nozawa is not a bad person, I really can't say anything excessive.

The meeting in the afternoon was very long, and there was a break in the middle. The new assistant, Xiao Ke, was very neat and meticulous. He would write notes when buying coffee. He was one year younger than me, but he was already the father of two children.

I went to the storage room to find the small airplane model sent by the previous client, and asked him to take it back for the children to play with. This serious father would not smile a little until he talked about the child and his lover.

I said, "You are living happily."

"Happiness is so rare," Xiao Ke said. "It's not very happy, but I'm quite satisfied. My wife also works here. When I'm not busy after a while, I can still go to her for lunch."

"Where do you work?"

"On the next floor, she's in finance," Xiao Ke adjusted his glasses, paused, and said, "Busy too."

I asked him, "Then you came here to get closer to her, right?"

"Yes... no, it's just part of the reason." Xiao Ke probably thought about it, but still told the truth, "I'm very busy at work, so we always wanted to get closer, so it was a bit deliberate."

Later, he added nervously: "But I am absolutely determined and confident in my work. I won't delay things to accompany my wife. You can rest assured."

I quickly said: "I understand, very understand."

Naturally, I remembered what happened last year. In order to see Ethan, I even dared to enter the closed city of Wuhan. At that time, I crossed half a continent and came to China, where no one wanted to come. Then, I went to the city with the worst epidemic. .

With such a rough recollection, the heart felt faintly swollen and painful, the bitterness wrapped in the expired sweetness, and the memory was frozen into a picture that was played repeatedly.

I drank the rest of the coffee in the cup in one gulp and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth.

The rest of the day was less than an hour, and when Xiao Ke came in to pick up the documents when he was about to leave work, he suddenly said, "Frank, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"My wife just sent me a message." He looked nervous, as if he was in shock, cleared his throat, and continued, "Someone fell from a building in her company. It was a Japanese. He said he had only joined the job for a few days. She's young, only in her 20s."

At that moment, my sight was falling on the metal pattern of the signature pen, and I slowly raised my head, thinking: Maybe there are as many coincidences as accidents in this world.

I tried to call Nozawa, but the phone was turned off three times. I stood up and said to Xiao Ke: "Can I ask your wife, what is the name of the person who fell from the building? I have a Japanese friend who is also work there."

What I said made Xiao Ke's expression even more nervous. He quickly picked up his mobile phone to make a call, but there was no result. There were more people in the building next door than our company. It was impossible for Xiao Ke's wife to know someone who had been working for a few days. name.

I put on my coat and went downstairs, the weather was extremely cold, returning from the road that passed by at noon, I remembered those strange words that Nozawa said at noon.

The site has been cordoned off, and there are many people around the inner and outer third floors, most of them are white-collar workers who are off work nearby. I tried to squeeze in, but I couldn't.

It's getting darker, maybe it's going to snow, I think.