mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Charlotte told me that she very much hoped that I could go to her retirement party. Although I didn't have time and I didn't know Charlotte well, I was her favorite singer after all, so I spared half a day to support her event.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the climate is cold and dry unique to early spring.

However, Charlotte's party was not as grand as I imagined. It seems that it should be a party that only invited close friends. There were twenty or thirty people, and the atmosphere was considered relaxed. Charlotte borrowed her friend's villa, and the water in the swimming pool was drained, so put The oversized swimming pool doubles as a dance floor.

I said, "I thought we were going to sit and eat together."

"Are you hungry?" Charlotte took me to eat barbecue. The chef was invited, and the pieces of ribs were all dripping with juice. I carried the plate with the barbecue, and Charlotte was afraid that I would be cold.

She said, "Go and sit inside."

"It's fine outside." I said.

Charlotte thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'm worried that someone will shoot you."

"It's okay," I said with a smile, "it's not that I did something bad."

Everyone wore very little clothes, and some people wore shorts and sandals. I was still wearing a down jacket and a black baseball cap. After sitting down for a while, Charlotte came over with a bowl of hot ramen and said, "Today is a combination of Chinese and Western styles. too cold."

I joked and said: "Then I should advise everyone to wear more clothes, it looks so cold."

Charlotte laughed out loud.

There are seafood and barbecue, but this bowl of ramen is my favorite. After a while after the agreed start time, I think Frank will definitely not come, and I didn't ask Charlotte about him.

But not long after I secretly analyzed it, I saw Frank. He was wearing a luxury brand high-definition trench coat, black narrow pants and short boots. He was taking off his leather gloves while walking towards this side, talking to Charlotte.

I ate the noodles with my head buried, took a sip of the soup with a spoon, and thought, if I didn't look up and take off my hat, he wouldn't recognize me.

Charlotte took Frank, and the two turned the corner and went indoors.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and it took me a long time to really look up. I was still holding the metal spoon, and my palms were sweating.

Charlotte has to chat with almost every friend, so it is impossible to accompany me the whole time. I went to the wine counter to get a glass bottle of beer, and went to sit on the swing under the tree.

The swing chair is very long and can sit two or three adults, but now most people are dancing in the pool, so there are not many people here. I hold a cold beer in my hand and listen to live electronic music. There is nothing to do.

I didn't really want to go around, I was afraid that I wouldn't know what to say after meeting Frank.

I'm not in the mood to play with my phone, not even disco. After thinking about it, I planned to say hello to Charlotte and leave early, so I called her.

I don't know where she is now, she said: "Wait a minute, don't call the driver, I will let my friend drive you."

"Don't bother, the company's car will come to pick you up."

"It's okay, my friend is leaving just now, he didn't drink, so he's on his way." Charlotte hung up the phone at this point, the hospitality was hard to come by, I could only sit on the swing and wait.

After waiting for two or three minutes, I felt someone's shadow cast on the ground near me, and my eyes caught a black figure. My breathing was instantly messed up, and I couldn't even turn my neck. I moved my eyes stiffly.

Holding the beer bottle tightly in his hand.

"Let's go, I'm leaving too, I'll see you off." Frank raised his hand and shook the car key at me with a serious expression.

I didn't stand up, didn't agree to him, dozens of seconds.

Frank came over and sat down on the other side of the swing. He didn't speak, and I didn't speak either. I just looked ahead and looked at other people who were having a good time.

I said, "No, you go first, I'll call the driver and he'll be here in a while."

"It's impossible for us not to meet each other in this life," Frank said. "It's okay to treat it as a normal thing. I didn't think about it at all, so don't think about it. We will see each other in the future. There is really no need to do this."

I thought about it, and finally turned to look at him, and I said, "You're right, let's go."

Although I imagined a series of consequences and tried my best to resist, I was easily persuaded. I got into Frank's car and asked, "How are you going to hide it?"

"Nozawa is not here, he is back in Japan." Frank replied quickly.

I sneered and said, "He's not here...can you just send someone home?"

"It's nothing," Frank said.

I know that it is really nothing to send me home. Many ex-people around me can reunite, get along, confide, and reconcile like friends, but I really can't do it.

It's hard to do even on the surface.

Frank asked me, "Did you cut your hair?"

"Yes, it's been cut a lot shorter." It was said to be cut short, but it was still longer than most men's hair. It was not dyed, and the black was curved, exposing the ears and neck, which was much neater than before.

"It looks good, it suits you very well."

I don't know why, but Frank always talks to me so carefully, grasping every boundary, never crossing the boundary at all, I really don't know what he is thinking in his heart.

Charlotte's call came in, I answered it with the handset, and the volume was turned down very low, she said: "I gave him the task, let's have a good chat tonight, in fact, the ex is not a big deal."

"Ok, I know."

"I know you haven't let go completely. Maybe you can be friends after you make it clear, otherwise it's impossible to hide from each other all your life, isn't it?"

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, I took out a piece of chewing gum from the pocket of my down jacket, put it in my mouth and chewed it boredly, my heart was messy and nervous, but as Charlotte said, it was no big deal.

I should give myself a break.

After so many days apart from Frank, I know that forgetting is the most ideal and least possible.

It may be that I was too tired from exercising during the day, and I have been eating low-calorie foods recently. Therefore, the bowl of noodles at night caused me to be extremely sleepy. Before I could figure everything out, I fell asleep in Frank's car.

I don't know how long I slept. After waking up, I looked at the street view outside the window and found that it was already a street near my house. After a while, the car drove into the underground parking lot.

I buried my face, unfastened my seat belt drowsily, and said to Frank before getting out of the car: "Thank you, you should go back early."

"I'm flying to Frankfurt tomorrow," he said suddenly, "and I'll be back in a month or two."

My feet landed on the outside of the car, and my body was still on the seat. I took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, saying, "Safe trip."

"Okay, be safe."

This is Frank's first relaxed smile today. I got off the station not far away and watched him drive away until the taillights were invisible. I spit the gum in a tissue and went to the corner of the parking lot to look for garbage. bucket.

Yes, I have to admit that Frank really doesn't belong to me anymore, he can only give me humility, distance, politeness and respect.

Now, at this moment, even in the future, he belongs to someone else.