[The Great Gatsby] Male God

Is there an earthquake?

Nick's body jerked suddenly, feeling dizzy.

He was hit.

Either there was an earthquake, or he was dreaming.After a long time, he showed an expression of sudden realization: "Oh, are you joking? You mean you are Gatsby, the rich Gatsby?"

Gatsby stared at him seriously: "Yes, I am Gatsby. The owner of this castle. Now I want to invite you to become its owner together, Nick, I love you." He held the ring persistently box, I look forward to helping him put it on with my own hands.

Nick blinked at him blankly, but his mind was a mess.

How can you accept it.He was dizzy for a long time before trying to understand what Gatsby was talking about: "Didn't you say you were a farmer? How could it be Gatsby? You must be joking, right? This joke is really interesting." His tone was intentional I feel relaxed, but my heart is very heavy.

impossible!Isn’t Gatsby Gatsby? Even if Gatsby is really Gatsby, he must have the same name and surname. Nick recalled nervously, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

The bits and pieces of getting along flashed back quickly in his mind, and he couldn't bear to admit that Gatsby was a liar.

Gatsby can't be a liar!This was his only firm thought.

Nick peeked at Gatsby's expression, he wanted to be sure right away.Gatsby joked a lot, and this must be a joke too.

Unfortunately, Gatsby let him down.Because he was ten times more serious than before, staring at Nick with deep eyes: "I'm sorry, please let me explain, I really..."

"Stop talking." Nick's brain was about to explode.Because he realizes it's really not a joke.

There was no way he could be in this room anymore, he was suffocating.Only one word comes to mind: liar.

Gatsby's a liar, God, he's a liar!

This sentence seemed to be a cry echoing in the valley, circling around in his mind.He's going crazy!

Gatsby saw that his breathing became more and more urgent, and he stretched out his hand nervously to hold him: "I'm sorry."

Sorry it didn't work.Nick turned around in a hurry, opened the open study door and rushed out.

"Nick!" Gatsby quickly chased after him, ignoring that he was still holding the ring box.

The phone on the desk rang desperately.

Gatsby subconsciously stopped for a few seconds, and Nick had already run a long way.When he chased after him again, he took it for granted and rushed downstairs.

Nick didn't go downstairs, but walked into a nearby room, panting desperately.When he regained his senses and looked around here, he realized that it was a library.

There was no one in the library.

Nick leaned against the bookshelf to rest for a while, when he heard someone sigh.He looked up in horror. An old gentleman with gray hair and an owl-like shape was stepping on the silver pedal frame, holding an open book in his hand, and looked at him sideways.

Originally I was looking for books, but now I was looking at people. Mr. "Owl" saw his sadness in his eyes.

Nick couldn't help but suffocate, he was embarrassed by the old man's gaze.He reluctantly shrugged his shoulders, thinking that this would cover up the past: "Oh, can anyone tell me where this is."

"This is a mysterious place that records the past." The old man seemed to have seen what was on his mind, and pointed to a certain place: "Do you want me to take you to see it?"

There are a few old photos hanging on the wall, which are photos of Gatsby and Captain Cody.

Nick's heart was beating with burning pain, but he was still attracted, and he couldn't help walking over.Gatsby's smile is so bright and natural in the photo, it can be seen that it was taken a few years ago.

Didn't he lie to me?Nick thought so, and it was a little better, but that alone was not enough.

This is a showroom about the past, there are photo albums and Gatsby's diary, but it is a pity that not all "memories" are public, they are kept by Gatsby.Nick asked eagerly, "Then where are they?"

Mr. "Owl" shrugged his shoulders regretfully.

Nick was even more lost.After a while he laughed self-deprecatingly.

How ridiculous he is now.Fortunately, he had been excited about the invitation card for so long, and he thought Gatsby was a very good person.He has never despised his origin, but he is not a farmer at all, but a well-known rich man.His so-called sympathy and affection may be just a joke. Compared with him, a "poor boy" like him is worthless.

Why go after the facts and let yourself be laughed at again.If you hurt yourself, isn't it just looking for trouble?

That's it, I don't want to see him again.Nick turned around, seeing the stacked bookshelves here, and the pressure increased.

There were too many of them, overwhelming, as if they might pour down and crush him at any moment.

No, it can't be like this.

Nick wiped his reddened eyes, and he gave himself strength.He's not that vulnerable, and he can't be that vulnerable.

It will be all right, he told himself, someday it will be all right.One day he will forget about it and never think of him again.

But, why, the heart is still so painful?

Nick leaned lightly on the bookshelf, trying to adjust his emotions, trying to make himself feel better.

At this time, there was chattering and arguing outside, and an acquaintance gradually approached.

"Stop showing off those insights, my dear. You are not Edison." Baker smiled sarcastically.

Teddy raised his hands angrily: "Jordan, if you're still in love, you don't have to take me for a fool."

They have an unrelenting pursuit of interest, and they ran into the library without knowing it.

And obviously, they were talking about Nick just now.

Nick was just behind them behind the third row of bookshelves, and saw their silhouettes against his back, but they didn't see him.

Nick watched them get closer and drew back, holding his breath nervously.

rub!He knocked over a book.