mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Everything I know about Qi Hao comes from Ethan. When we met for the first time, Qi Hao showed no enthusiasm at all, which made me preliminarily confirm what I had been guessing all along.

But I really can't have any hostility to a man of high spirit.

Ethan later explained to me: "Qi Hao treats everyone like this, and he treats me the same way. We have a very good relationship. Don't think too much about it. It's not that he doesn't like you."

I’m about to leave, and I’ve already put on my coat and stood outside the door. Ethan is wearing a pink sweater today, which is exactly the same color as the little fox. He seemed a little anxious and said, “I can’t keep you for dinner, Excuse me."

"It's okay, I couldn't stay at first, I have to go back to the company."

Ethan said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day."

I don't know why, but Ethan looks very cute today. He has short hair now, but his bangs are still sweeping his eyebrows, his eyes are round and bright, and he smiles like he is unintentionally shining.

I couldn't help but praise: "This dress suits you very well."

"Does it look good? I just put on one." He touched the tip of his nose with his bent fingers and said, "You asked me to wear more clothes that day."

After standing at the door for several minutes, I raised my hand to check the time again, and said, "I'm really leaving, you go in, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I took two small steps back and turned around completely. Ethan escorted me to the elevator again, and he said, "Let's go, don't be late."

After urging, he patted me on the back lightly.

In the morning, I was still anxious and worried, worried about whether the courier would arrive on time, worried about whether Ethan would accept my gift, worried that he had been in a bad mood after crying that day, but after leaving Ethan’s house, I was entangled in things There is only one left.

Is Qi Hao really that good?

Three days ago, my friend and I went to drink and chat. Most of the conversation was about Ethan. My friend closed the lid of the lighter for the tenth time, sat on the chair and listened. He said, "It's been so long, why are you crying in front of you now? "

"I can't take it anymore," I said.

"No, because he has figured it out. When he was angry before, it was impossible to show weakness to you. Now that he has figured it out, he can say everything."

The center of the topic couldn’t be more obvious, but after talking for an hour, I still didn’t get to the point. I didn’t drink too much wine, and the ice cube turned into a smaller ball. After my friend drank half a glass in one breath, Lowering his voice, he asked, "So do you still like him or not?"

After finishing speaking, he was still thinking about the wine he had just swallowed, and subconsciously frowned.

"You can't ask that."

"what happened?"

"Because I don't know how to answer, now he may have a new boyfriend, I don't know—"

"Answer me, do you like him? Miss him? Think he's cute?" My friend interrupted me, saying, "Also, if he got a new boyfriend, would you be jealous?"

I thought, my expression must be very stiff at this time, I nodded subconsciously, and replied: "Jealous."

"It looks like a living person at last."

"Are you talking about me?" I drank all the wine left in the glass.

"I don't particularly like giving advice on other people's love affairs. Too much of this kind of thing is thankless," my friend closed the lid of the lighter again, and said, "Think about it for yourself, some people firmly believe that 'good horses are not It’s easy to turn your head back’, and it’s a good time to have a new love, some people think that ‘the prodigal son turns his back on money’, and it’s a good life after being soft with his ex.”

I thought silently, closed my eyes and thought, with my palm on the glass, coldly, and later, I said: "I made some completely wrong decisions before, blindly trusting people I don't know well, but rarely go I wondered what Ethan was going through, until he suddenly cried and told me those things... I did not do anything bad, but I didn't persist until the relationship was irretrievable."

My friend looked at me silently, probably ready to continue listening.

I said, "what to do, I regret it."

Regret is also flustered, and there is also the sadness of waking up from a good dream. I poured the wine myself and drank almost a third of the bottle in one breath. My friend said, "Fortunately, I was at my house today and didn't go out. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to give You get it back."

The friend picked up a wet towel beside him to wipe his hands, and then peeled the pine nuts one by one, and threw the pine nut shells on the empty white plate.

Alcohol swelled up all my emotions, making it difficult to breathe. I drank unconsciously afterwards, and only remembered that my forehead hit the dining table, and then, my face was pressed against the cool wooden table.

I was breathing with the smell of alcohol, the liquid in my eyes was stinging, and the words that Ethan said in the car were replaying in my mind over and over again. He held back his tears and told me: "Do you know that you and Nozawa Together... make me sad."

He said: "There are so many people in the world, why is Nozawa?"

He buried his face in the steering wheel and said, "I was at a party that day and I met Charlotte. She told me that you were with Nozawa. I was very sad. If it was someone else, I shouldn't be sad, but it happened. Someone I don't like very much."

He asked me: "How can you be so light-hearted? Even if we broke up suddenly, you didn't feel sad at all?"

"Do you know how I got here..."

Ethan hid his face, and there was a broken cry in his throat. I was so close to him, I could hear his teeth shaking, the sound of teeth hitting together, and the words were not so smooth, and his voice became dry.

I wanted to put my palms on his trembling shoulders, to wrap my arms around him, to hug him, to say anything that could comfort him.

The next day, I woke up in bed at my friend's house, and he came in with his apron on, opened the curtains for me, and said, "My daughter is coming over from her mother, and I'm going to make her lunch."

I woke up on the bed for a long time with my eyes covered, and said, "I'm really sorry, I drank too much."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. At most, you're crying and wiping the air, then you put your slippers on under the quilt, and I take them out again."

Judging by his posture, he probably hasn't finished talking about my deeds last night, but I was completely ashamed to listen, and said: "I know, I know, I'm causing you trouble, and I will definitely not do this in the future."

"It's alright, alright, don't apologize to me," my friend stood by the bed and watched me looking for slippers, and said, "Let's make fewer drinking appointments and more fitness appointments in the future, and give your little wife a few more years of good time."

"What little wife?" I wondered for a moment that I hadn't woken up yet.

"What is it if someone in her early twenties is not a little wife?"

After suddenly realizing it, I said confidently, "I am not the same age as you, and I am not a father, so I am not that old."

"It's not forever," my friend walked in front of me, and when he got out of the bedroom, he changed the subject and said, "What do you mean, do you understand? Are you planning to chase him back?"

I replied: "No matter what the final result is, I want to treat him better. I used to always feel that I must do something that is sure, but now I don't think so."