mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

The snow was getting heavier, so I lit a cigarette outside the car and went up after smoking.

Winter nights are for lights, warmth, and sleep, not being outside like I am, an hour-plus drive from home.

Nozawa said: "I just answered your call, do you want to call back?"

"Who?"

"I don't know. It shows a local number, but you didn't save it. I don't quite understand what she said. It's a woman."

I took a deep breath and said, "It's for sales."

"perhaps."

I started my car and took Nozawa back to his house from a remote restaurant. I was in a situation that I didn't expect. A few hours ago, I was worried about the news of the Japanese falling from the building, but after dark I Nozawa has been found.

I asked, "Why does your phone keep turning off?"

"It's like this after using it for a long time, iPhone, the battery drains quickly."

"I'm really in a hurry," I said, "I'm scared to death."

The snow is still falling, which is a good thing for the dry winter. Nozawa was sitting in the co-pilot, still holding an unfinished cup of drink. He pressed the scarf around his neck with one hand and said: " Do you think that I... think that I can't think about it."

I said, "Yes, I was in a cold sweat from fright."

While waiting for the red light, Nozawa reached out and put his hand on mine, and my hand was holding the steering wheel. He said, "I won't commit suicide. You should know me well."

Indeed, even in the current situation, Nozawa is not gentle when he speaks, but his eyes are brighter than usual, and he kept looking at me. I only turned my head for a glance, and then continued to look forward.

I withdrew my hand.

Nozawa coughed twice, put Luokong's hand on the side of the seat, and I sent him to his house. At this time, the snow still didn't stop.

Nozawa threw the empty drink cup into the trash can and approached me with his legs apart. I said, "There's no way to stop the car, so I won't go in. I'll go back first. You can go upstairs."

"Thank you, really," Nozawa breathed out a breath of white mist, and stood opposite me, he said, "It turns out that my life is worth worrying about."

I said, "It's not considered a concern... No, no, it counts, it counts."

Come to think of it, caring is not an intimate and sensitive word. If today's murder case can be related to my subordinates, then I will be extremely worried, even if they may be unfamiliar subordinates.

"To be honest," Nozawa suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, he leaned up, hugged my waist suddenly, put his face on my shoulder, he took a few deep breaths, and said, "To be honest, I Suddenly I don’t miss Japan anymore, it’s really good here, because you’re here, so it’s really good.”

"You go upstairs quickly." I said.

After 1 minute, until Nozawa's figure disappeared around the corner of the building, I turned back and walked to the car. At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and I didn't know it was Zhou Yiyi until I answered it.

She said, "It's not like you hang up the phone suddenly."

"Excuse me... are you Miss Zhou?"

"Come on, Zuo Boyao has fallen asleep, why did you hang up on me just now?"

Her tone was not very friendly. I tried my best to recall the experience of the call today, and then I remembered that Nozawa once received a call from a stranger. I said, "Sorry, that's not me. My friend answered it. He thought it was a salesman."

"Why is your friend hanging up on your phone casually?" Zhou Yiyi took a deep breath and thought about it for a few seconds before she suddenly said, "It's actually nothing, goodbye."

Suddenly a busy tone came from the receiver.

The days of winter go by quickly, but it doesn’t prevent me from being miserable because of the cold. I won’t talk big this time, and I don’t want extravagance anymore. Getting out of sadness is a long process, and I have to start a new life.

The existence of Nozawa gave him an opportunity for a new life.

I drove to ski with him, celebrated his birthday at a hotel near the ski resort, bought a cake, ordered western food at the hotel, played with fireworks, and had a snowball fight with several young people I didn’t know.

Also, lying in the snow while wearing a thick coat, gasping for air from skiing, Nozawa said, "It's weird, I don't know what you're thinking right now."

I said, "I was thinking, the Spring Festival is coming soon, and I will go back to Cologne after the Spring Festival."

"Cologne... I wish I had the honor to go to Cologne..."

"I remember you talking about Cologne—"

"You seem to be pretending not to understand, don't you?"

The mountains and plains in my vision were all white. When I returned to the hotel in the evening, Nozawa went back to his room to take a shower. I called the front desk and asked for a bottle of red wine.

After a while, someone rang the doorbell. I thought it was the waiter bringing wine, but I didn’t expect it to be Nozawa. He had already showered and changed clothes, and before he entered the door, he said, "Can I go in and have a sit? "

"can."

Nozawa was wearing a white satin nightgown with a white sweater on top. He sat down on a corner of the sofa, raised his eyes and said to me, "You can sit too."

"What's the matter?"

"No..." Nozawa took a deep breath, watched me sit down next to him, and said, "This time, you took the initiative to give me hope."

He still didn't smile, and looked at me with a cold look, then took off his glasses and put them on the coffee table, leaned on my shoulder, sat on the sofa with his legs curled up, stretched out a hand from the front, hooked up my neck.

I asked him, "Does this... give you hope?"

"Yes, sir." His German came out again, a little deliberately, but it made my eyes sore, and I almost cried.

Perhaps it was from this moment that my life was torn apart again, a miserable pain rose and then hid, Nozawa knelt down beside me, my hand lifted up and placed on his thin and sharp shoulder superior.

I don't know who kissed whom. In short, we kissed. Our minds were sober, even too sober. The small pleasures can be removed, and it is more of a pain of parting and fear of the unknown.

I know that I should live well, survive well, live well, maybe, from this day on, I can let myself go.

In the middle of the kiss, Nozawa suddenly whispered against the tip of my nose, and said, "I know you are still thinking about others, but it doesn't matter, some imprints just stay with me for the rest of my life."

I said, "I didn't think so."

"Thinking about it," Nozawa said when the German conversation entered, "you're shaking with pain."

I closed my eyes, and in an instant, the first picture I thought of was a large snow field, at the end of which there was a stone house with lights on.

Someone was singing with a hoarse and dry voice, and the firewood was crackling.

These are the same as a dream I have seen repeatedly for a long time.