mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

In June, Beijing was getting hotter. I bought a bouquet of flowers to take home, including sunflowers and German irises I picked myself.

It was only after six o'clock when I got home, and the water-growing rose in the vase on the sink had long since dried up. I dumped the dried flower and washed the light blue glassware.

Nozawa has moved and rented a smaller house. He sometimes comes to live in it. If it is too late after work, he will live in the rented house. Although the house is small, it is definitely enough for one person. I've been there once, and the wood-colored decoration is generally brand new.

He came to my house today, bought a pomfret, and carried it in a thick plastic bag unique to the fish market, so the wind outside the house smelled of fresh fish.

"I cook steamed fish," Nozawa said.

I just put the iris in a vase, blue glass, white petals, dotted with a cream ceramic vanity, and a chunky sunflower stem would fit into a larger container, so I found a decorative ceramic in the living room Can.

"Come back before seven o'clock...how did you do it?" I asked.

Nozawa carried the fish into the kitchen. He said: "I took the time to get off work, and I didn't stay for a second. I took the subway and walked all the way. I bought fish when I passed the market, but I didn't see it. So fresh, fresh in the morning."

I could see how anxious he was, because he was still panting heavily after entering the house for a few minutes, I said: "I bought flowers, sunflowers, and I didn't cut off the stems, so it looks the best."

"It would be nice if we had a yard. We could grow flowers by ourselves, and we could grow any flowers we like." Nozawa stood aside, watching me play with tall sunflowers.

I suddenly answered and said, "I want to buy a villa in the future, not in Beijing, but in a place with better scenery and few people. In that case... I can grow anything."

Turning to look at Nozawa, I found that he was nodding because of my words, he bit the corner of his mouth, the joy in his eyes was hard to hide, his eyes fell on the sunflower, but he stretched out his hands and grabbed my wrist.

After a long time, I said a very soft sentence: "I am... yearning for it."

"I'm looking forward to it too."

My left hand fell on his, and the two of them stood silently looking at the flowers, not knowing when these sunflowers would wither and wither, and what the sunflowers represented in each other's hearts.

To me, sunflowers are youthful attitude, spontaneity and innocence, and compelling enthusiasm.

There was bright red blood dripping "patapata".

The fishy smell fades away, the glaring red color fades away, and the humidity also fades away.

I suddenly woke up from this nightmare, the light yellow light on the head of the bed shone on my eyeballs, Nozawa pushed me again and again, and said, "Wake up, Frank, wake up..."

I looked at him, then sat up suddenly, and he was lying on his side on the pillow like that, covered with the thin blanket he brought from home.

Nozawa frowned lightly and said, "You must be having a nightmare."

I reached for my phone and glanced at the screen, only to find that it was only past two o'clock in the morning, and Nozawa also sat up. He was wearing a two-piece black and white plaid pajamas, and he was gently arranging his messy hair.

"It was a nightmare," I said, "a nightmare, indeed."

"I'll get you a glass of water, wait a minute." Nozawa got out of bed after talking, stepped on his slippers and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I buried my head and scratched my hair, trying to make sense of the dream, but I failed.

Nozawa came in again, holding a transparent glass filled with warm water, he sat down on the edge of the bed on my side, and said: "Go to bed early someday, you have been working and resting regularly, maybe it's because it's past twelve o'clock recently. sleep, so I have nightmares."

I said, "I dreamed about you. You fell from upstairs and bled all over the floor. I don't know why I had this dream. In the dream, it was so hot that the sun was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes."

Nozawa handed me the water and urged me to take a few sips. He thought for a while and said slowly, "It must be because of the incident in my previous company. I turned off my phone that time and scared you."

Still in shock, I said, "Maybe it's because of that."

Maybe, Nozawa didn't care about what I dreamed at all, he put the cup on the table in the bedroom, went to bed and got into the blanket. He said that the blanket he used since he was a child, had a few holes and stitches Get up and take it with you wherever you go.

"Go to sleep, I've turned off the lights, don't be afraid of dreams, I'm right next to you."

Nozawa turned off the light and wanted to lean over to hug me. He took one of my arms and said, "I want to open a restaurant in the future and bring the most authentic Sapporo cuisine to China. Let's buy one together." The yard has been lived in for decades.”

"The seafood in Sapporo is very good." I said.

"Yes."

I said: "I once read a story that on New Year's Eve in Sapporo, a noodle shop was about to close, and suddenly there were three mothers and children, three of them, but only a bowl of soba noodles in clear soup. , They came again, and every new year from now on, the boss will reserve seats for the mother and son, and after 30 years, the mother and son reappeared, and this time, they finally could afford three bowls of noodles."

"It's a good story," Nozawa coughed lightly, and said, "Is this your first impression of Sapporo?"

"Probably." I said.

It didn't take long for Nozawa to fall asleep. I guessed that it might have been three o'clock in the morning. However, Nozawa didn't know, and I didn't tell him the dream in its entirety.

I dreamed of Nozawa, indeed, this is not a lie, I dreamed that he was standing on the edge of the rooftop, and dreamed that he said in German: "Yes, I think so, Ethan is a very shameless person. "

"Don't talk nonsense." My emotions can still be controlled.

Nozawa continued: "I've always hated him, but I don't want to hate him, just because you're thinking about him all the time, thinking about him every moment."

In the dream, I suddenly became such an impulsive person. I stretched out my hand and pushed Nozawa hard. He screamed and disappeared on the edge of the roof like a helpless leaf.

The next moment, I was standing downstairs again. I watched him fall from the very top of the building, saw him fall heavily on the ground, and saw red blood spread around him.

I was blinded by the sun, but my hands were sticky with blood, and the red liquid dripped from my shoes and onto the hot concrete.

Starting at two o'clock in the morning, my night's sleep was completely over. I knew it was just a dream, and everything that appeared in the dream had no reason.

Nozawa's breathing had an even rhythm, and he slept soundly.

I reached out and touched his hair. It was a little dry, but it was still smooth and warm. My heart was still beating and I couldn't calm down for a while.

I didn't fall asleep again until the alarm clock rang when I got up. Nozawa closed his eyes and urged me to turn off the alarm clock. He turned over and blocked the light in front of his eyes with his arms.