mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

I had a quarrel with Nozawa, which actually surprised me a bit. We got together less and stayed away more, and our relationship didn't warm up much, but we could quarrel across two oceans.

The telephone and the Internet seem to be unable to satisfy the transmission of negative emotions.

I read the news about Ethan's band on the Internet, and finally waited for the police report. I was relieved because there was no Ethan's name in it.

Nozawa said that he made three phone calls in a row. However, it was not until the fourth call that I realized that it was not intentional refusal to answer, but that the phone was powered off once, and I was checking the news of RawMeat on the computer at that time.

"Do you feel like your soul is flying away, Frank?" He spoke fluent German at the beginning, and the cold tone made me unable to respond for a while.

I said, "My phone just ran out of battery, so I turned it on."

"This is the fourth time I've called you in half an hour."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have shut down for so long."

"I did have delusions, I thought...after being with you, you would naturally forget about Ethan, but the experience of many people is still correct, a partner with a tangled ex is one of the worst situations in the world gone."

Nozawa's tone was cold, but his breathing became heavier due to anger. He rarely expressed such extreme emotions, whether it was sadness or happiness.

I said, "You said long ago that you got what you wanted—"

"Tell me what you think, let's not just study what I think."

I figured Nozawa and I were going to lean on this relationship to give ourselves some weird rewards, so we embroidered a stately coat for it.

In fact, it is light, broken, dull, and unbearable.

The wind removed the clouds from the sky, and a gorgeous sunset piled up on the far west. The sky was about to turn black, and then it was already black and blacker.

When I woke up, Nozawa was cleaning the floor of my living room. I stood in the door frame of the bedroom and meditated. After doing the math, the memorable quarrel that traveled across the ocean was already dozens of days ago.

I have ended my vacation early and returned to Beijing.

Nozawa hasn't found a job yet. He just came out of the isolation hotel about five days ago. I think he may have changed, become a little docile, will smile deliberately, and be gentle deliberately.

"Don't be too busy, I've already called the housekeeping company." I said.

Nozawa was wearing a creamy white silk shirt and jeans that were neither too wide nor too narrow. He came to me, dragging a vacuum cleaner in his hand.

"I'm done cleaning and you still decide to waste your money?"

"Are you really not angry?"

Nozawa nodded and said, "I'm angry, but what can I do, who made my boyfriend such an affectionate person?"

To me, this is a sarcasm that sends chills down the spine, but I know that Nozawa is already convincing himself to tolerate me. He leans the vacuum cleaner on the sofa, walks up to me, and hugs my waist.

"Give me a hug," he said.

Then, he said: "Put your hands... on your back...don't force yourself so hard, and don't look at me."

I hugged Nozawa tightly and buried my face from the side of his neck. He was always talking with his head up, but he must not know how depressed I was at this moment.

Then, I must feel very sorry for Nozawa, and want to give more.

The drug-related scandal among RawMeat members gradually subsided, but Ethan seemed to disappear out of thin air. There was no news on any of his social platforms, and there were no new announcements or flight information.

Even his frontline fans don't know where he went.

As for me, I was still following up on the long-planned public welfare project while on vacation. The location of the new school was basically determined. It was a remote village in southern Xinjiang, and it was the center of several villages. It is very important for children.

I didn't expect that it was the complicated work that brought me the news of Ethan. The person in charge of the cooperating company said that Ethan was helping them make the theme song for another project, and now he is probably writing in retreat.

The news was indeed imprecise and inaccurate, but my heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally fell, so this is good enough, I think.

I gradually learned that drifting away is not a thought, let alone a determination, but a long-term concern that becomes abrupt one day, and when I think of him, I feel that he is someone I knew a long time ago.

My life has changed its tone, changed its pattern, and even changed a smell that made me feel vaguely strange.

I was really taken aback when I received a call from Ethan in the middle of the night.

He must have been drinking, and there seemed to be someone else around. Ethan spoke wearily, and asked, "Frank, do you hear that? There are birds singing."

"I didn't hear it, where are the birds singing?"

"I'm drunk now, Frank, and I'm calling you."

"Well," I glanced at the closed bedroom door, and finally planned to answer the phone on the balcony, so as to prevent eavesdropping with the greatest probability, I said, "I'm listening, you go ahead."

"Frank..."

"It's me, you can say whatever you want."

I looked at the world of light dots outside the glass, and saw that some lights were going off unconsciously. I couldn't hear the birds chirping, but I could hear Ethan's breathing.

He said: "I'm kind of craving fried chicken, can you buy me fried chicken?"

"Okay, it's too late today, I'll help you order tomorrow, where do you live?"

"Hush——" Ethan lowered his voice and said in a mysterious manner, "It can't be said, I hid it, and now I can't be discovered by others, really, otherwise..."

Halfway through the conversation, Ethan seemed to have forgotten what he was talking about. He said, "Don't think too much, I don't miss you, I just make a phone call to chat, really chat, not miss you."

"Ah."

I raised my fingers and touched the tip of my nose, and sat on the low sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ethan is still saying: "Buy some meat and eat good food, and drink red wine, eat steak, eat hot pot, eat barbecue and spicy cabbage soup, eat crab..."

He unambiguously reported a large list of dishes, and I almost laughed out loud, suppressing complicated emotions, and I asked, "Are you hungry? Why do you keep talking about food?"

"Hungry, yes, hungry."

"Is there no one to help you buy food?"

"Qi Hao will buy it for me, Qi Hao has money," Ethan's voice became weaker, it sounded like he was almost falling asleep, and he said, "Frank is a bad guy, he doesn't help me make beef, it's been in the refrigerator , Later we broke up, and I gave it to the aunt who swept the corridor when I moved, she was very happy, but I was not happy at all."

With a breath stuck in my throat, it was so painful that I took a deep breath and continued to listen to the phone.

I asked him, "Who is Qi Hao?"

"my friend."

"A friend who plays with cars? Do you drink together?"

"Correct."

"You really want beef, don't you?"

"I just want to eat what Frank made. Let me tell you, don't let Wu Rui stir-fry, I can't bite."

Later, Ethan persistently asked me to listen to the birdsong on the other end of the phone. I whistled a few times and told him that I heard it. He said he would send me the picture of the round moon.

I deleted WeChat a long time ago, but looked for WeChat in a serious manner, and then, after looking for it, I probably pressed the wrong button, so the call ended hastily.