mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

The day after February [-]th is Chinese New Year’s Eve. I have already booked a flight ticket from Shanghai to Frankfurt. This Spring Festival is not very well prepared. Chinese friends are all reuniting with their families, and the gathering with German friends is already here. There have been two times in a short period of time. On New Year's Eve, my only activity is to have lunch with the company management.

I bought some things on the street again and was about to go home. I remembered that when I was young, I took a Chinese class in Germany. The teacher told us that Chinese New Year should be set off firecrackers, eat dumplings, and keep the year old... These are things I have been doing for a long time. The illusion of the Spring Festival came to China, and I really experienced the Spring Festival in the city, and also experienced the changes of the festival year after year in the country where it originated.

It was really dark, and even though the nights in Beijing are bright and bright every day, the lights on New Year’s Eve still need to be more and brighter. I parked the car and went upstairs with my things.

In the elevator, I met a little boy from the neighbor’s house on the tenth floor. He was about eleven or twelve years old. He was carrying the viola by himself. He had just returned from class. Because we met often, I knew him. I asked him, “Do you still have classes during Chinese New Year?”

"The teacher who teaches the piano is an American, but not younger than [-] years old."

The child looked very unhappy, I said "Happy New Year" to him, and he replied with a shy smile, "Happy New Year."

When I got out of the elevator, my phone rang. It was Charlotte. She said, "Frank, how are you doing on New Year's Eve? Would you like to have some drinks?"

"I stopped drinking, I just came home from outside and bought something."

"Is anyone alone at home?" Charlotte asked.

I said, "Yes, I feel dizzy now, maybe I have a cold."

I didn't remember a single word of what was said later, but the white light of the electronic door lock lit up, causing my field of vision to be covered with a translucent film.

After entering the house, the sensor light did not turn on, and the curtains were not closed. The light outside the window was shining in the living room.

I put down the things in my hands and took off my shoes. Obviously, there was someone sitting on the stool against the wall. His breathing penetrated the air and entered my ears.

I knew who he was without him talking.

"Ethan..." But I still wasn't [-]% sure, so I had to tentatively take a few steps closer. My head was dizzy and my eyelids were drooping heavily. I said, "Why are you here?"

My vision became more blurred, and I felt that the air in the room was very hot. Everything I saw seemed to have been repeatedly graded by the editor, so it was covered with a dizzying red tone. It was dim and the lights were still not on.

Only the sound of human breathing is infinitely amplified.

Ethan didn't speak, I resisted the drowsiness that I was about to fall, and walked in front of him, he sat there with his head bowed, and slowly stood up, it seemed that he was a little afraid of me.

Still confused, I asked, "Why are you here?"

Ethan shook his head, standing in the shadow I cast, his voice was very low, not too loud, and said, "It's too cold, my mother said I have to go home, I'll just stay for a while."

"Have you forgotten... I'm already with someone else?"

"I know..." Ethan sighed softly, he stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around my waist, looked into my eyes, and said, "Let's cheat...Frank."

My head ached violently and I was drowsy, I and Ethan's breath collided, and then hugged and kissed desperately.

There is still a heavy dark red filter in the field of vision. At this time, my brain tells me that this is not reality, but a transient joy without bottom line.

It is a false and arrogant pleasure, a dream that happened on the eve of the Spring Festival.

The phone alarm clock rang for the second time before I fully opened my eyes. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is already past six o'clock in the morning.

I began to swipe my phone aimlessly, and I found that someone had called me last night. I sat up from the bed, but what I was thinking about was still the false dream at night.

After coming out of the bathroom, I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and then sat on a chair in the dining room for a long time.

I think, I can clearly judge that it is impossible to happen, but I once believed it to be true. After I fell asleep yesterday, I probably didn’t have any moments of high-quality sleep, but I kept dreaming about Ethan, and I kept dreaming about him.

A gray-toned anxiety overwhelmed me, so that only breathing was heard, as in a dream.

Nozawa suddenly called in. I put the phone on the table and went to the kitchen. When I came back, there were already three missed calls. I put the cut avocado on the table and went back to the kitchen to pick one. Take the knife and remove the heated bread slices from the oven.

The coffee is still hot, the phone doesn't ring anymore, I sit and listen to the morning radio, spread avocado on a slice of toast, the grinder with the black pepper sea salt stuck, I have to put it down, and switch the radio to another channel.

In three days, I will go back to Germany. I don’t have any job this time, so I can stay at home for at least a month.

The company's brand has cooperated with another company's public welfare project, which is to build a new school in the mountainous area, but the location of the repair has not yet been determined, and all the details have not been finalized. Therefore, this is the work that I will focus on in the near future.

The second half of that dream.

The exhaled air was very hot, and the room seemed airtight, and no one wanted to turn on the lights, so the eyes were always dim.

It's all shameless skin-to-skin, all hot breath, and Ethan's slender hands and smooth nails, and the smell of his constant perfume, and audible kisses...

Ethan also whispered: "The bed is too hard."

I went out in the morning and went to a bookstore I often go to. I originally planned to pick out a few contemporary Chinese literature books to read, but my mind was still distracted from time to time. I stood at the end of the wooden bookshelf and sat on the steps beside me for a while. The children in the row are all reading.

After choosing the book, I bought it.

Charlotte stretched out her hand holding a cigarette from the car window, and I opened the passenger door and sat on it, saying, "I've been waiting for a long time, let's go."

"Why do you think I asked you out?" Charlotte put out her cigarette and said, "Actually, I really want to chat with you. We used to be able to chat very well. What happened recently?"

Charlotte kept smiling. She rubbed her hands together, then started the car. I fastened my seat belt and replied, "Because we haven't seen each other much recently."

"I'm going to retire, and I plan to study a master's degree in culture or media in Beijing."

Regarding Charlotte's retirement, she said it a long time ago, so I was not surprised. I said: "It's very good, if you like it, you have to do it decisively."

"When will Nozawa come back?"

"About three months from now."

Charlotte laughed suddenly, and she said, "Are you sure you can wait for him for three months?"

Ethan's songs were playing in the car, and she sang one after another, and Charlotte seemed to realize, or pretended to be, that she turned the music down and said, "Sorry, I forgot, I didn't mean to I played it for you, I listen to it every day now."

I answered her last question: "Three months is not too long."

"You should say 'These three months are longer than three years, and I can't wait to see him'," Charlotte said, shaking her head slightly, "You said the opposite answer to normal thinking."

I said, "Actually, Nozawa is pretty good, what do you think?"

"Actually I... I don't even know who to feel sorry for, Frank," Charlotte said, "but it's okay if you don't love Nozawa, it's okay if you try to love him, it's even more desirable if you think he's nice, I just hope You don't look back."

"I know, there's no turning back."

The creamy pod has not dissipated the taste until now. Unexpectedly, Charlotte will become the only intersection between me and Ethan. She has appreciation and admiration for Ethan, and she also has a kind of affection close to family.

Charlotte said: "How can Ethan lack people to like? He is living a more open-minded life now, and will have a good career in the future, leaving his name in the history of music."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "Sounds like this is a lot more fun than being with you."

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I read "Remarriage is not a last resort" again, and I feel that I have really injected a lot of emotion. After listening to Xie Chunhua's "Desert Island" n times, I found a small southern city for Xia's father and daughter to live in seclusion, and I was repairing it from the beginning Two broken people, Zizhao's injury has become an irreparable regret... But I still feel that "Remarriage" can heal me, I hope this article can also be written with abundant emotion, everyone's comments have been received, pen core!