mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

It occurred to me to apologize to Ethan.

But it was just a thought, his grudge against me seemed to be extreme, the relationship between us became uncontrollable, he was still busy with rehearsals, and he was on the track between rehearsals.

The band was going to perform in Sanya, Ms. Zuo Zhiying was also going, and so was her boyfriend. She called me and asked me if I had time to play for two days. I would stay in her hotel and be accompanied by someone.

She also said: "You don't have to stay with us all the time, I will make arrangements, you can play however you want, the important thing is, I have something to ask of you."

"If I go, I may only be able to stay for two days," I said.

"Yes, you can come back after watching the performance. The important thing is that you can talk to him, otherwise we are afraid of being kicked out when we go."

This is not an exaggeration, Ethan just doesn't like his mother's boyfriend, and it's hard to imagine what crazy things he would do when he saw someone he hated on his scene.

I agreed, not out of Ms. Zuo's sake.

Ethan didn't talk to me anymore, and I didn't look for him anymore, but one day, I shared the link of the brand promotion, and he commented in Moments: Awesome.

I saw the comment 10 minutes later, thought about how to reply for a long time, and wrote: If you are interested, you can come to the press conference.

He didn't reply me again. In a few days, I will go to Sanya with Ms. Zuo. I didn't bring a suit jacket, but only a few favorite shirts. When the plane that Ethan and the band took landed in Sanya, I had already sat In the waiting room.

"Thank you, Frank, for taking time out of your busy schedule. In fact, Bo Yao and I don't have any conflicts. It's just that he doesn't agree with me about falling in love."

Next to her was her boyfriend, Mr. Wu, who seemed to be a cold and gentle man. I didn't say anything to him, and he kept reading the newspaper.

"You don't have to thank me, if I can help, that's the best." I found that my words became more and more Chinese.

I successfully met Ethan. He was on the stage, and I was off the stage. People around me were standing, and I was standing too. I couldn’t find where Ms. Zuo was. When Ethan’s sight fell nearby, I held up Hands try to greet him.

His gaze wandered elsewhere.

I don't know much about music, and I don't know much about bands, but I can tell that Ethan's band is great, and it doesn't need to be confirmed by popularity in the industry.

He was playing the electric guitar, and I, unconsciously flattering him, tried to ease our relationship.

Ethan raised his wrist to wipe his sweat, and he said to the audience: "I am very grateful to see each of you today."

He laughed, the kind of involuntary smile that seemed to be suppressed, but he couldn't suppress it. The whole person was brighter than when he was not smiling. Every member of the band had a sunflower on his body.

Ethan gave a sunflower hanging on his belt to a girl in the first row.

Tell her you can sing her a song you want to hear.

I don't know who that girl is. Ethan sat on the edge of the stage and chatted with her a lot. He asked, "Why did you come to our show?"

It shocked me. When he said this, Ethan changed from his usual self-confidence and arrogance, and he was even a little nervous.

The answer was: "I like Zuo Boyao."

"anything else?"

"I still like Fei Zi."

I was engrossed in listening, and cast my out of place eyes on the stage, Ethan suddenly turned her head to look at me, and she said to the girl: "When I finish singing your song, can you do me a favor?"

Listening to this song for the first time, listening to every word with my heart, I took a step back, I tried to look around to find Ms. Zuo, but I couldn't.

"I prepared a gift for a friend today, can you pass it to him for me, he doesn't want to face me now."

These people may not be considered Ethan's fans, because Ethan's band is not an idol or star in the traditional sense.

They are doing their best to be deviant.

The audience booed and screamed, very loudly.

I couldn't firmly believe that the friend Ethan was talking about was me, until he adjusted the headset and said: "His name is Frank and he is from Germany, but for Sanya at the moment, he is from Beijing."

Perception tells me that such a scene is not typical among friends, but when I think about it again, it happened to Ethan, and I can figure it out again.

I was the only Caucasian person in the venue, and everyone’s eyes were on me. Ethan took the box from the staff at the stage and handed it to the girl who received the flowers. The girl came to me in a few steps. She opened the box and exclaimed, "Wow, it's a watch!"

She handed me the box, thought about it, and handed me the sunflower again, and she smiled at me.

Everyone around is smiling at me.

They made trumpets with their hands and shouted loudly. I seemed to be caught in a wave of enthusiasm. I raised my head cautiously, and my eyes fell on the stage. Ethan glanced at me, and then turned around.

I don't know what his expression is when his back is turned to me.

I didn't know his intentions, and I couldn't guess his purpose. I showed a little surprise on the surface, but I was very flustered in my heart. Before I could figure it out, Ethan had already started playing the guitar, and the next song started.

Several people around me came over and asked me loudly with a smile: "Handsome guy, is Zuo Boyao proposing to you?"

"Are you a couple?"

"Why didn't you promise him?"

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only force a smile and shook my head. Before the show was over, I squeezed out of the crowd. The sunflower had been alone in the room for several hours, and it was already somewhat decayed. I closed the watch box. live.

I was dizzy from the warm wind. I stood outside for a long, long time, and sang several songs inside. Suddenly someone patted my shoulder, turned around, and saw the keyboardist Wen Duo.

He smoked a cigarette and handed me the lit other.

I waved my hand and said, "I don't smoke often, thank you."

"Take it." He stuffed the cigarette between my fingers and patted my shoulder hard.

I had to pick it up, and I asked, "Is it over?"

"Ah."

"When can I see Ethan?"

"He drove away."

The wind off the coast blew my hair up. I stood there silent for a long time. I was forced to accept the gift, and it seemed impossible to return it. I sniffed the sunflowers, but there was no scent.

The wind poured into my shirt, the night lights turned into raindrops floating in the air, and there was crazy music blaring from the field behind me.

I called Ethan and he said, "Want to see me?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Come and meet me at the beach, Frank."

This time, his voice was lazy and gentle, and he was a little tired and hoarse after singing so many songs.

I asked, "Why did you send me this today?"

He replied, "On a whim."