mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Hiroshi Kitahara is Nozawa's best friend in Beijing, a young brain doctor from Japan.

He was dressed very casually, with wide short sleeves, shorts and colorful stockings. He stepped on a pair of skateboard shoes. He came in and greeted me, shaking hands like a native Beijinger, and said in a rough voice: "Hello, hello." ,Hello."

I asked Hiroshi Kitahara to come in and sit down, and turned to look at Nozawa, his expression was still the same as usual, even though the guest today was not my friend, but his friend.

Nozawa wholeheartedly contributed to this situation. He said that regardless of other friends, at least it is necessary for Hiroshi Kitahara to know me. When we were chatting at dinner that day, I said, "You didn't mention him much."

"There's no chance, and you don't like to talk to me about it."

"Do you have to come to my house? I can book a better restaurant." I said.

Nozawa tried to shake off the sesame seeds in the noodles, he frowned, and said, "I think it's better to come home, the restaurant is too expensive, you don't have to worry at all, I can cook by myself."

"How expensive is the food..." I shook my head and ate the scallions and cabbage hearts from the plate.

Nozawa thought for a while, and then put down his chopsticks. He rested his thumb on his jaw, looked at me, and said calmly, "I'm different from you. I'm not an executive. Every penny counts." Zhuhua, think about it, if you spend a lot of money to treat my friend to dinner, will he not notice?"

"This..." I hesitated and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Don't think so much, it's done, I'll cook."

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Nozawa suddenly shifted his gaze away, picked up the chopsticks and began picking noodles, ate in small bites, and stopped talking.

So, on this Saturday morning with more than ten days of exposure to the sun and light rain, Nozawa fulfilled his wish and invited Hiroshi Kitahara to my house.Nozawa's emotions are not written on his face, so I don't know if he is happy or not.

I drove to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy the dishes. They were all fresh. Nozawa was busy in the kitchen, and Hiroshi Kitahara came in to help him. I felt that I couldn’t get in. I wanted to help set the tableware, but Nozawa pushed me out. , Said: "No, two people are enough."

I said, "That doesn't allow guests to cook."

"If you can hold a scalpel, you can even cook." Nozawa said and grabbed the apron from my hand.

After all, I couldn’t resist, so I had to go to the study to watch the live broadcast of an exhibition today. The rain outside should have stopped, but the sky was still gloomy. I remembered that I was looking for a document from a long time ago, so I rummaged through the computer in the study. Thinking of it, I searched the corner of the disk and found the life video I took with Ethan before.

Basically everything in the phone was deleted, but I didn’t watch these videos once after they were backed up, so I didn’t remember them after we broke up.

I accidentally opened the folder and pressed play.

In fact, it is a very rough life record, which has not been designed or edited. The shaking camera shows the tip of Ethan's nose and mouth. He is wearing green and white plaid pajamas, wrapped himself in a quilt, and humming a song while ordering takeaway on his mobile phone.

"What's there to shoot?" He casually looked over, then lowered his head and said in a lazy voice, "Just order takeaway."

My voice: "You see yourself later."

"My appearance...be careful, my appearance is fine, don't speak dangerously."

I laughed out loud and said, "It's just nice, it's just cute, and this new pajamas suit you very well."

The camera swayed close, Ethan sat up, his whole face appeared in the camera, smiling and trying to grab the phone, so the picture began to vibrate and flip violently, most of the pictures were of the ceiling.

At this moment, I seem to be a thief. The cursor moved to the cross in the upper right corner of the window. I took a deep breath and turned off the video that was about to end.

The video is more than one paragraph, and I can’t fully remember where it was shot for a while. I uploaded the work materials I found to my mobile phone and planned to take a look when I have free time.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The door was ajar, and I said, "It's okay, don't knock."

Nozawa wore an apron, pushed open the door, and walked in lightly. He stood at the door and looked at me, asking, "What wine do you want to drink?"

"I can do it, see what you want to drink."

"I brought ice white from home last time, do you want to drink it? Or drink beer?"

I thought about it and said, "Get everything ready, don't worry about it, I'll open it, but don't drink too much, the main thing is to eat well."

At this point, I almost stood up, Nozawa closed the door and walked over, he looked at me with shrewd and cold eyes, and said: "I seem to have heard Zuo Boyao's voice. "

"No, you heard it wrong. I just called my colleague to talk about work."

Admittedly, I took a deep breath of nervousness.

Nozawa glanced at me, walked around the table, walked towards me, and said lightly: "Are you watching it on the computer? The sound is so loud, if Hiroshi Kitahara hears it, he will laugh at me to death." It is very cute, This new pajamas fit you', are you talking about him? What kind of pajamas? Can I see? How cute?"

Nozawa bent down, glanced at the mouse twice, and opened the recent visits. He casually clicked on a video in the folder. It was not the same one as before. Ethan took a picture of me with my mobile phone. He watched it for two seconds Closed it, and untied the apron slowly.

"I forgot to delete it. I found it today when I was looking for something else." I said.

"I miss you very much, don't you?"

Nozawa stood on the chair, and I stood up. I didn't know how to answer his question. After thinking about it, I said, "I'll delete it. It's useless to keep it. Let's go, let's cook."

Nozawa suddenly became a little nervous, and he said, "Hiroshi Kitahara must have noticed that our relationship is not very good, and that you don't care about me that much."

So, I was once again put into a situation of extreme self-blame. After I went out, I was busy preparing wine, wine glasses, and tableware, while Nozawa and Hiroshi Kitahara kept chatting.

I have to say that Hiroshi Kitahara did have a perceptive look on his face. He looked at me with a not very friendly expression, but with a scrutiny and a strange understanding.

He said: "Yota Nozawa seldom falls in love with anyone, you feel very lucky?"

Holding the thin bottle of iced white wine, I raised my head and glanced at him, then nodded silently. His eyes were not repulsive, generally speaking, he was kind, but his unfriendliness was hidden.

It's hard to describe what this feels like.

Nozawa came out with a casserole, and I helped to put the wooden tray. Nozawa said, "Japanese-style hoyaki, I put a lot of beef, don't you like beef? Frank?"

"Yes, I like it."

The aroma from the casserole wafted out. Nozawa asked casually, and I answered casually, but I couldn't help but think of something else.

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