mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Due to lack of vacation time, Nozawa had to resign from his current job. He decided to return to Japan for a while, and come back to find a new job when the weather is warmer.

I accompanied him to look at the air tickets online, and he also made a luggage list, planning to buy some Chinese specialties to take back.

He told me: "I may not come back until three months later, but I really miss you."

This sentence was probably my last invitation, but I still didn't agree to go back with him, mainly because I didn't have time, and because it conflicted with my plan to go back to Germany, and I didn't want to see Nozawa's family.

But the last reason, I didn't tell him outright.

There is no extreme reason why I don't want to see you, it's just that I don't think the right time has come yet, and I don't have the right mood either.

Nozawa lit scented candles and went to the kitchen to heat up milk. He had a bean curd heart in his mouth, although he looked strong and cold on the surface, he was very kind and caring to me.

When I hugged him in the kitchen, I suddenly thought: He cares about me so much, do I care about him enough?

"Bring the milk to the restaurant. I'll heat a piece of bread. I want to eat it." Nozawa opened the refrigerator, still with a blank expression on his face. He turned his head and asked me, "Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat, just drink milk."

"What's in the gift box in your study? It's been there for a few days. Do you want to give it away?"

He was talking about the Pralinen he bought that day. I hesitated to answer, and then panicked and gave a false answer.

I said, "That's tea brought by a friend from another place, and I'm going to give it to my boss."

"Do you still need to give gifts? Isn't your boss just like your friends?" Nozawa opened the package, then put the bread into the oven, timing.

I replied: "You can also send things between friends."

Then, I took the two glasses of milk to the kitchen, and after a while, Nozawa came out with a plate of bread, and he said: "When I come back from Japan, do I have to move to my place? You seem I'm not welcome."

"You are welcome," I said, "you can come and live whenever you want."

Nozawa suddenly raised his face, looked at me coldly, and said, "Have you ever seen a couple living together and sleeping in separate beds?"

"What's the matter," I said, "my parents have such a good relationship, they also sleep in separate beds."

"You and your Ethan..." Nozawa paused, breathing visibly trembling, he said, "You guys haven't done anything, have you?"

There was a layered bread in front of Nozawa, his eyes moved down, he tore open the hot bread, and stuffed it gracefully into his mouth.

After taking several mouthfuls, Nozawa blinked his eyes quickly, and he wiped his tears with his palm.

At this time, I was sure that he was indeed crying.

I stood up and moved a seat, sat next to Nozawa, and handed him the tissue, but he refused stubbornly, and just wiped the tears all over his face with the palm of his hand.

I said, "It's because you think too much. What happens between us has nothing to do with others."

Nozawa hugged me, although he still had a cold expression, he said: "Actually, if you have what you want, you will be more greedy. I am even more greedy now."

Nozawa arrived in Japan and began to quarantine. At this time, I was catching up with the busiest time of work before the Spring Festival. It was almost the beginning of spring, but Beijing was not warmed up at all.

I was walking home from the supermarket near my home, carrying a canvas bag with two bottles of soy sauce in my hand. It was almost dark when I met a young girl with a rabbit cage. Her rabbit was white.

Suddenly remembered that the rabbit that Nozawa kept in Beijing had died.

I saw clearly that the girl was wearing the uniform of an international school. She was wearing a mask and asked me excitedly: "Sir, do you want to buy it?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "So it was sold, I thought you raised it yourself."

"Originally I raised it by myself, but my parents didn't let me raise it after they returned to China."

Looking into the girl's expectant eyes, I slowly shook my head and said, "It's cute, but I'm not very good at raising it. Sorry, I can't help you."

I continued to walk home and entered the gate of the community. I was carrying soy sauce, and two glass bottles collided lightly, clanging.

I thought to myself, in fact, I am very good at raising rabbits. My family has a farm and has raised many rabbits. I have been familiar with various small animals since I was a child, including dogs, cats, pigs, cows...

The door lock was unlocked, and the overhead light was turned on. I put the soy sauce on the shoe cabinet, took off the scarf, took off my coat, and changed into slippers. The house is quiet and deserted, but I think this environment is suitable for me now.

I remembered that the garbage in Nozawa’s bedroom hadn’t been thrown out yet, so I went in and turned on the light, intending to tidy it up before throwing out the garbage, but Nozawa had already cleaned it up very neatly, and there wasn’t much in the trash can. There was an Okamoto I bought when Ethan was there. , unopened Okamoto, unopened Okamoto, Ethan's perfume, pomade, and a stack of CDs of old songs that I forgot to take away.

Nozawa dug them all up and threw them away. In order for me to see them and to ensure the sense of distance and concealment of the Japanese, he deliberately didn’t pack the trash.

After thinking about it, I took out the CD and kept it, maybe these are hard to buy.

Charlotte felt that Nozawa would be very worried about throwing me in China, and she even made a thorough analysis from psychology to emotion. She said, "Why do I think... He left and your soul came back instead."

I said: "It's the Spring Festival, of course I'm in a good mood when I'm on vacation."

"Still in love?" Charlotte asked.

I said, "He cares about me very much, but I don't think I care enough, so I have to work harder."

"It's good," Charlotte nodded, and she said, "Maybe it's you and him who will grow old together in the end, whether you love it or not, but it's just a coincidence."

I walked around the park with Charlotte, she was wearing a coat and bare legs, accepting the baptism of the cold wind, I was wearing gloves and holding a hot drink, it didn't matter what we chatted, but Charlotte's attitude towards me was completely different from before same.

She is now somewhat hostile to me. This kind of hostility is not unfriendly, but it gives me the illusion that I am always warned.

Most likely because of Ethan.

I picked out a few newspapers of the day in a small shop, and planned to read them on the subway. Who knew that when I got on the subway, I lowered my head and saw a lost passport on the floor. I picked it up without thinking, and the people around me Not many, no one looked like the person in the photo, so I got out of the car and handed it over to the police on duty.

After all this was done, I didn’t read a few lines of the newspaper. Standing in front of the large advertising light box in the subway station, I suddenly felt like I was about to suffocate. Indeed, I thought of Ethan, not the usual way, but a A feeling similar to the collision of time and space in fantasy.

The day we first met, it wasn't hot, but it was far less cold than it is now. When I got off the station and got up, Ethan bumped into my arm.

He said to me: "Sorry."

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"The Okamoto I bought when Ethan was here, the unopened Okamoto, the unopened Okamoto..."

Nozawa next door was completely weeping.

hands, loud louds...