sinovels Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Everything goes wrong.
These four words were accidentally transmitted into Ed's mind along the uninterrupted serenade in the earphones.The clatter of the piano's keyboard made him tremble as he looked sideways at the rain curtain outside the window—as if he was in awe of this mysterious power from the east.
This kind of bad-mouthed words are full of Ed's personal little devil's character and interest, but because of his honey juice literary talent, he basically has no relationship with the former.The source of the curse comes from Lin, and the time of the curse is not this rainy morning, but dates back to the afternoon when the toilet was flooded a few days ago.
The situation was so extreme that the conversation was divided into two parts before and after when Ed went to stop the water from spreading out of the bathtub again and hung up the phone.The sound effect of the dialogue at the end of the first half is almost like two people shouting at each other across the Huaguoshan Waterfall. Ed is in the water curtain cave asking why he can't propose marriage, and Lin is outside the water curtain cave, looking like he is ready to give up everything at any time. , The appearance of returning to the mountains.So much so that when the upstairs decoration team finally plugged the hole and Ed picked up the phone again, he found that Lin's voice was hoarse.
"Although I'm not qualified to say anything," the other party coughed and said in a hoarse voice, "the distance from 'like' to 'marriage' is still very long. You are being driven by the rushing hormones now." Let's go, the matter between two people is not that simple, anyway, don't make this kind of decision now, okay?"
There is a reason, but when he thinks that the person who is preaching to him is that squinting eye, Ed is more or less dissatisfied.
He said, "I know it's not easy. But I thought," Ed lowered his head, and picked up the collar of the soaked white shirt with two fingers, "Like it is to obey the decision of your hormones." The young man paused, like It was because he suddenly grabbed a handful of courage from the ball of cloth in his arms, "Don't be cowardly, just do it alone."
There was a smile on the other end of the phone.
"So," Lin said, "you can confess your love first and see? You don't want any results, just see what the other person wants."
Confession?Ed froze.
This word has been associated with words such as "sissy" and "schoolgirl anger" in Ed's mind all the year round. It either appeared in the soap opera played by Wen Li's old-fashioned TV with an antenna, or it appeared in the school. Li blushed and ran to the door of the classroom to hand over Al to the girl—in short, he had no relationship with Ed, both mentally and physically, and he himself had mixed emotions of envy and contempt for this.If you are a man, you should propose directly!If you have this little time to spend so much, you can have sex with the other party a long time ago!
"No." Ed replied firmly, "wasting time."
The sound of someone slapping his forehead came from the other end of the phone.
"Take it as a waste of time." The Dongfang boy said wearily, "But this is a necessary step, you have to check the other party's mind?"
"If you want something, you can confirm it at the same time when you propose." Ed shrugged. Forced, but you still don’t hate me, do you?”
The opponent trembled for a while.
"I also think that Mustangu likes you, judging from your series of contacts with him." Lin said cautiously, "But such things as falling in love, you make it up, even if you don't hate it, or even like it a little bit, you won't see it." You have to be able to accept it..." Speaking of this, Lin's tone suddenly became seven or eight times more serious, "Ed promised me that even if Mustangu refused, you would not do anything too radical."
"Reject, refuse?" Ed was stunned.
It's not that he's confident in himself or Mustangu's feelings for him, but... he really hasn't considered being rejected.Maybe it's because up to now, the ancient capital of Mustang has never rejected Edward bluntly.The other party's mind is indeed unpredictable, and sometimes the look of looking into the distance is so incomprehensible and obscure, but no matter what, the face he shows when facing himself is always gentle and comfortable, and the good-looking smile is also wrapped in real sincerity—— — so much so that his blunt refusal and ruthless face became unimaginable in the teenager's mind, except once in a while.
In the hospital, Mustangu stood awkwardly at the corner with gauze wrapped on his forehead, his frowning eyes were shrouded in the shadow cast by the overhead light, his face was haggard, and he looked far away.
Ed told himself not to think about it for a while.
"Then what should I do?" The boy said sullenly, rubbing his head down and rubbing his shirt collar, "Actually, I don't know how to confess my love?" Ed raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. With his face and messy blond hair, he said pitifully, "Lin...I don't know what to say to him."
The other party was silent, as if he felt the tension and uneasiness that the blond boy on the phone suddenly felt.This is the first time I have experienced that kind of emotional love, so I don't know how to deal with it, nor how to express it.
"Have you had a chance to meet him recently?" Lin finally said.
"Uh... I'm going to introduce him to that science and technology center the day after tomorrow... You want me to talk about it when I'm working??"
"No, no, work is over. You can just wait for him to get off work and make an appointment for dinner together."
Ed suddenly sat up straight, "Hey, I still owe him a meal!"
"Can you stop being so subtle when confessing... In short, you have a meal together, and then naturally, um, you know, open your heart."
Ed just listened, and his face felt a little hot unconsciously. "It's really contrived." He gritted his teeth hard and said, but his face in the mirror turned red inexplicably.
The other party laughed again.
"Anyway, you can figure it out yourself. Whether you should practice the confession in front of the mirror or something is up to you. Did you say you have a date for dinner the day after tomorrow?" There was a voice flipping through the paper on the other end of the phone, "Wow, you Be careful. The rhubarb calendar says 'everything is inappropriate'."
"Tch," Ed snorted, his fingers clenched tightly on his shirt were full of fighting spirit, as if he was going to rush out to do a big fight at any time, "You are all superstition!"
As a result, the bitter fruit of publicly despising the power of superstition really came.On the morning of the working day, the clouds rolled in, which was a sign of the calm before the storm.Ed just looked at the sky when he went out, gritted his teeth and rushed out out of luck of "maybe it won't rain" and laziness of "I've already gone downstairs, too lazy to go up to get an umbrella".Unexpectedly, the calm before the rainstorm did not last long, and it finally poured down when Edward walked out of the subway station.At that time, Ed was standing in the middle of the street in the majestic rain with a canvas bag on his back and Pixchu headphones plugged in. He was almost in a desperate situation for a while. , haven’t been worn much since I bought it, and it’s wrinkled) and it’s pitifully wet in a large area, just like those down-and-out clerks described by Chekhov.In the end, Ed borrowed a lemon-yellow children's raincoat from a waiter at a McDonald's Children's Paradise on the side of the road, and managed to walk to the TV station despite the overwhelming rain.When he stumbled into the lobby, the lady at the front desk with exquisite make-up swept Ed's listless antennae all the way to the muddy trousers with suspicious eyes, and his face was full of indigestible shorts. Doctor's complicated expression.Habok, who just happened to come over to talk to the sister at the front desk, saw it, and then reluctantly convinced the front desk that Ed was not an underage child laborer who came to complain about the contractor's unpaid wages and would pick him up from the ground floor. .
"The people in charge of your business will be here soon, you can wait here!" Hubock ran into the crowded video area as he spoke, leaving Ed standing by the window with a dazed expression on his face. While looking at his miserable face, he thought to himself that it was no wonder that so many colleagues in the past refused to deal with this kind of nonsense despite the risk of being killed by Izmi.Thinking of this, Ed felt his drenched shoulders feel a bone-chilling chill, he shrank his shoulders involuntarily, muttering and leaning towards the heater.Ma Dan, this old man is really obsessed with masculinity and ghosts, so he came to this muddy water!
Thinking of this, while complaining in a low voice, he hugged his arms tightly and leaned against the heater again. When he raised his head, someone who had complained to himself just now suddenly came into view.
It's really strange, so many people are crowded together, but I can see each other at a glance.
The picture in the video area is busy, with people rushing between the shelves, equipment, and temporary seats holding clothes or documents. The heavy rain that caught off guard just now embedded gray water stains and greasy footsteps into the picture. .And Mustangu was sitting among the turbulent crowd, wearing the same suit and tie as the one shown on TV on weekdays, seeing the black fabric of the suit wrapping his waistline with his own eyes still made the ears feel hot.The other party was reading a speech silently with his head down, his posture was not as carefree as Ed thought, but he frowned slightly and whispered between his lips, as if he was serious about his work.Ed, who was squatting next to the heater in the distance, suddenly couldn't find the motivation to stand up.
What, it looks pretty decent when you work hard.Ed took a deep breath, rubbed his hands and looked at him through the white mist.The heat from the heating diffused slowly in his body, and the flowing serenade made him gradually calm down involuntarily.Ed thought, it seems that it doesn't matter if you come to such a muddy water for a while... It seems that it's good to just look at it like that.
But once man is such a greedy animal.In fact, it’s not bad just looking at it like that, but I still can’t help but want to grab, get as much as possible, and get everything—in this case, what I think is just a common desire that ordinary people have. , there is nothing unreasonable about it, right?When Ed thought that if the guy in front of him didn't hold on tight, he might be caught by other little bitches, he felt a cat's scratching pain in his heart.
The confession he came up with after thinking about it for two days didn't have any new ideas at all, and it wasn't even as good as the words that the antenna TV idol drama or the little girl in the next class would say—but it was because he overcame countless inner shyness and embarrassment. Words brewed out of self-disgust, embracing strange and sweet true feelings.These words are only a few words, but they have been rehearsed dozens or hundreds of times in my stomach, in front of the mirror, on the window glass of the night bus, and under the ceiling of the dream, but I have never been able to say it from the beginning to the end. .Every time he imagined Mustangu quietly listening to his focused and gentle face when he said these words, he sank into a blank, helpless interruption, leaving him squatting on the ground covering his face, scolding himself over and over again What a hopeless idiot.
In the imagination, Ed would say something like "Hey, I like you very much" or "Would you like to have a date with me" to the other party, and then looked up as if nothing had happened.In the imagination, when the other party heard the words, there was a vivid surprise on Bai Bai's face, and other expressions seemed to appear immediately after the surprise, and at the same time, he seemed to say something slowly... But how much is it? They were all submerged in the sound of rain pattering outside the window, and couldn't see or hear anything clearly.
At this moment, Mustang raised his face and fixed his eyes on Edward.
Ed desperately told himself to turn his head and look out of the window, so as not to be caught by the other party's eyes staring at him like an idiot.
But it's useless, Roy's magic tricks have been tried and tested again and again, and he never misses.Those black eyes blinked pretending to be relaxed, as if he didn't know how he was holding other people's sight and heart tightly.
Then he got up suddenly, and at the moment Ed thought he was going to walk towards him, he suddenly turned his back and walked in another direction.
Oh shit, ignore it face to face? This is, are you thinking I'm blind?
Ed was furious and wanted to get up, but unexpectedly, a numbness in his legs slowed down his ferocious pace of crusade.When he staggered and supported the edge of the bed to stand firm, Mustangu, who hadn't seen anyone just now, suddenly appeared in front of him again, walking towards him with a ball in his arms.
"Ed."
Edward stood up straight quickly, trying not to look too downcast from his drenched body.The boy coughed pretending to be disgusted, and raised his chin in an arrogant manner.
"what?"
Did he powder it?What a bitch.Ed stared at him through his eyelashes, dreaming about his flawless forehead behind bangs.
Faced with Edward's vigorous provocative posture, Mustangu didn't take it seriously at all.He glanced lightly at Edward with his nostrils upturned, couldn't help smiling, and threw a thick towel into his hand.
"Towel." Ed was holding a dry towel in surprise, and Mustangu shook his head lightly, "If you don't say anything, they will definitely put you aside. Wipe it first, and I'll find someone to replace it for you later." some clothes."
Ed twitched the corner of his mouth, and the thank you blurted out was going back and forth in his intestines, but he still couldn't say it.Complaints and arrogance were also suffocating, but the towel in his hand was dry and warm, as if it had just been taken from the dryer, and it directly ironed his aggrieved heart.The warmth penetrated from the sight to the heart, Ed patted the towel on his face, but in the end he didn't say any thanks.He thought, how could Mustangu guess everything so accurately?
"what."
The boy raised his eyebrows and put down the towel.At some point, Mustangu leaned against the window sill next to him, leaning his arms on the railing, looking at him sideways.His smiling eyes reflected the rain outside the window, showing a warm and transparent gray-blue.
"Is the waterproof effect of your earphones good?" He smiled and pointed to Ed's hanging Picchu, "Listen to Chopin to soothe your emotions, so nervous?"
Ouch, it's another routine.Ed quickly gritted his teeth, "I'm sorry, it's the first time I'm on TV. I called my hometown just now. I guess everyone in the village is squatting in front of the TV now."
Looking at the rain curtain, Mustangu's smile deepened.
"Hey, rain." Mustang shrugged and looked out the window, "I hate rainy days. Every time it rains, my state will be particularly down."
Ed made an annoying laugh on purpose, "Hahaha, it's like a wet match."
"Don't talk nonsense." Mustangu looked serious.
Ed smiled and squatted down holding his belly, covering his face with a towel.
"Looks like a corn farmer," Mustangu replied vindictively.
Ed laughed wildly and stepped on Mustangu's foot.
"Hi, Mustangu." Ed lowered his head, the towel fell from both sides of his cheeks, and his eyes were fixed on his toes.He whispered, "Are you free from get off work today?"
"Ok?"
"I..." Ed bit his lower lip, and buried his head lower, "Didn't I owe you a meal last time? So I think..."
"Om-"
"Eh?"
He raised his head and saw Mustangu making a "sorry" gesture while swiping off the phone and striding towards the corner.Ed was dumbfounded now, he squatted blankly beside the heater, his legs were numb and he didn't know it, only his face turned white with tension.He couldn't die, but calling at this time would kill him!
This kind of torment of life and death is tantamount to torture for Edward, a patient with severe anxiety disorder, every passing minute feels like sitting on pins and needles.The phone call was not long, and Mustangu came back before Ed died of anxiety and jumped off the building.Ed stood up stiffly, turned his face sideways and coughed in embarrassment, and removed the towel and earphones from his head, only to see that Mustangu's face was somewhat pale when he came back.
"I'm sorry," Mustangu sighed, and put the phone back in his pocket. "My friend's flight was delayed due to heavy rain. I have to meet him after get off work. I'm sorry, can the sex be postponed? Or you Is there anything important you want to talk to me about?"
Yes, I have! !It's a matter of urgency!Human life is at stake!If you don’t follow me, I’ll jump off here and die on the road facing the main entrance of your building, and let your cleaners brave the heavy rain to clean up my bloody dead body! !
"Oh, no." Ed showed a ferocious smile, "Anyway, I just want to pay you back a meal, don't let it down, you have been bad luck in eight lifetimes, and you have no chance to taste the true taste of the world."
"..."
Silence your sister!I have uttered such vicious curses, why don't I speak!Either choke me back, or refute me!Tell me forget it, I'll go with you, you can eat whatever you say, you can get a certificate if you say you can, and you can have sex if you say sex!Say it!
At the moment when the boy's viscera were boiling upside down, Mustangu, who stared at Ed silently for a moment, suddenly spoke.With this opening, the plot was caught off guard and turned upside down.
"Why don't you go with me after get off work." Mustangu looked at Ed's dumbfounded face thoughtfully, and said slowly, "Anyway, I didn't deal with it very well last time. .Today is just the right time to apologize to you face to face."
What?
Ed who heard that at the time was at a loss, completely unable to decipher the series of references in Mustangu's sentence just now. I wondered if Mustangu wanted to sell his weight to the underworld traffickers, because his former roommate and childhood sweetheart had threatened him with similar words.
Ed has been so worried about whether he will be passively involved in human trafficking for a long time, so that he is a little distracted when he is working, and he does not respond in time to complain about various problems, which makes people think that he is A suave, well-bred intellectual—a view that, in hindsight, not only shocked Ed, but made him dejected that he had lost his true self.However, when Mustangu leaned against the door holding a black umbrella after get off work, smiling lazily and waiting for Ed to go with him, Ed actually felt that it was not unbearable to lose himself temporarily.
The truth is both shocking and reasonable.It turned out that Mustang took Ed to a nearby fish and chip shop, and the person who took him to meet was actually Matthew Hughes.Ed now remembered what Mustangu said about "not handling well". He just didn't expect the other party to remember it.
He thought that he was the only one who was worried about that matter.
The picture of the congressman rushing to eat at the fish and chip shop is more interesting than expected.Matthew Hughes really looked like he had just returned from the delayed airport. When he walked into the restaurant, the coat on his body was still stained with fine rainwater, and the bangs that were randomly pulled up were also faintly damp.While lowering his head to wipe his foggy glasses, he walked briskly towards them, then sat down opposite the astonished Edward very familiarly, stretched his arms and patted himself on the shoulder across the mountains, with a smile on his face Emerald eyes sparkle.Unexpectedly, the other party's somewhat familiar smile did not make people feel uncomfortable. Instead, it miraculously relaxed the boy's tense and wrinkled heart just now. He silently took off the earphones and put them on the side.
"So you are Ed," he smiled and opened the menu, "I'm sorry, I didn't greet you properly when I met you last time."
Ed was stunned, and quickly replied, "No, no, it's all Mustangu's fault."
"Indeed," Hughes said decisively, "Let him treat this meal."
"How dare you say it," Mustangu raised his eyebrows, "Who told me that I was going to board the plane in half an hour and couldn't be delayed for half a minute?"
"Do you dare to say, who said pitifully that he didn't dare to have the stitches removed in the hospital alone for fear of dying there?" Hughes said imitating the tone of his friend.
Ed laughed all of a sudden, "You're so grown up, why are you afraid of going to the hospital alone?" Ed smiled at Mustangu, who immediately wrinkled his face.
"Listen to this stick-making nonsense."
"Making staff?" Hughes leaned back exaggeratedly on the back of the chair, then waved his hands with a look of disgust, "There is no friendship anymore, you can eat alone and go to the hospital alone in the future. Dr. Eric, we For the first time, don't eat fish and chips. Let's go out and eat some red wine steak and chat."
And Ed was still immersed in the anecdote that Mustangu dared not go to the hospital alone and couldn't help laughing, "French fries are fine. But can I order food first?" The boy smiled and lay down on the table, "I Can you let go of your stomach and scream?" I haven't had a drop of water since I woke up in the morning, and I'm already half-starved.If I had known it earlier, I would have bought a set meal at the McXLaw Children's Paradise.
Roy covered his face with remorse, and Mars lay down on the table with a smile.
Edward is not good at getting in touch with people. His natural self-esteem and inferiority made him unwilling to be condescending from himself or the other party. His natural genius and clumsiness made him physically or mentally distanced from others.But even so, Ed immediately developed a good impression of Matthew Hughes, even though the other party was still associated with a memory that made the teenager depressed not long ago.The other party is cheerful and gentle, and his words and deeds are brisk and friendly, but with a calmness that Mustangu does not have, people will open their hearts to him unconsciously.Before all the dishes were served, Ed had already chatted with him.
"So, Mas, you are a member of parliament..." Ed's eyes were uncontrollably stuck to the French fries in the middle of the dining table, and he couldn't pull them away. "It sounds like a blast."
Hughes showed a slightly disgusted expression with no respect for his vocation.
"No, no," he said with a wave of his hand, "We little people just push bills and count votes. What we do is not much different from those who calculate accounts, waiters, and engage in pyramid schemes. I think you It’s better to do scientific research.”
"No wonder you look like this. I thought that members of parliament should be very busy."
"Dr. Edward, you are wrong to say that. We are still working for the happiness of the people of the state."
"Such as debates in Parliament about whether or not the 'no babies should be drowned in glass' rule should be included in state law?"
"It's true."
Having said that, Matthew Hughes still had a smile on his face.He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and then gave Ed a slightly troubled look.
"Do you mind?"
Ed was about to shake his head when the cigarette was taken away by Mustang next to him.
"Edward is only 16 years old." Mustangu rolled his eyes.
"I'm almost 18," Ed snapped back.You can get married!
Reluctantly, Mustango simply took Ed's words as fart.He shrugged nonchalantly, then put the cigarette into his pocket in front of Hughes, "Just give you a chance to quit."
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah you can't smoke in institutions and units, and now you can't smoke at home. If you order one outside occasionally, just let me go." The man with glasses held his head in pain.
"Why can't you smoke at home?" Ed asked curiously.
Unexpectedly, that idiot Mustangu ignored him again.He gave Hughes a serious look, then glanced at Ed, and then suddenly laughed.
He said, "When you were in middle school, you still plausibly said that cigarettes are a slow killer, and you would never touch them. What happened?"
"When you were in middle school, you also said plausibly that love is something you can't meet, and you should cherish it in every possible way." Hughes said immediately, "The result?"
Hearing Aide's words, his heart immediately twitched.what result? ?Ed reached out nervously, grabbed a handful of chips and stuffed them into his mouth.
"What's the matter?" Mustang didn't change his face and his heart beat, "My current private life is full of integrity."
Ed nearly spewed out the fries.Pull it down, the young man thought angrily, he was still messing with his wife, and his boss's wife before!
Hughes obviously didn't believe it at all, he smiled maliciously, "Aren't you living with Little Flame now? When will you bring it back for everyone to see."
What? ?Living together?little flame?
Ed's eyes almost popped out, and he looked at Mustang in disbelief.When did you live together?And what happened to the intimate nickname "Little Flame"?Same, live-in girlfriend? !
Unexpectedly, Mustangu did not show any shame or uneasiness at all. Instead, he turned the blank calmly and picked up his glass, "How is that possible? If she gets on the plane, she will be watched by crowds."
The cohabiting girlfriend is also suspected to be a public figure?Ed was dumbfounded.If you will be watched... Could it be some big star?
Hughes seemed to have heard about it a long time ago, and he didn't show any surprise at all.Instead, he just smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder, then pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Isn't this great? It can be regarded as the realization of your childhood dream. You have thought about it since middle school, right?"
Am I still the dream girl I had when I was young? ?This fighting power is okay.
Just when the young man was in chaos, Ed suddenly remembered something.
"You two were middle school classmates??" Ed made a fuss recalling his previous rebuttal to Enwei, and shouted in his heart that he was a god and a man.Unexpectedly, the next words are even more amazing.
"Junior high school plus high school." Hughes said with a smile.
"My God, so many years??"
Ed stared at Mars with wide eyes, and then at Roy.The latter turned his face subtly to the side, intentionally submerging his expression behind the shadow cast by the lights of the restaurant.Ed couldn't help but clutch the napkin in his hand.
"Yes, they have always been classmates and best friends." Hughes seemed not to notice the changes in the other two people, he raised his spoon and narrowed his green eyes, "It can also be said that it was all kinds of chances and coincidences. At that time We live very close too. Since... when did Mrs. Chris and you move in?"
Mustangu took a sip of his wine calmly, "He moved to Berkeley after graduating from elementary school, and he lived across from my house at that time." He looked at Edward, and pointed lazily at Hughes with his wine glass.
"Ed, don't look at how popular he is now," Hughes leaned forward, "When he first came here, I only went to hook him up after losing a bet with my friend at the time. I was calm all day long. He doesn't talk or smile, just squats in the corner reading a book, and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses that are so dirty, it's so annoying——I didn't know that I would know this guy until today."
Ed chewed his chips in disbelief, "Are you nearsighted?"
Hughes laughed, "Isn't the point wrong?"
Hearing this, Mustangu cast a disgusted look at his friend, and said, "I only wear it when I read." After finishing speaking, he leaned back as if feeling that he hadn't finished responding, Playing with a fork with his fingers, "And it's not my fault at the time, I was in a bad mood at the time, and I always thought that Chris brought me to Berkeley to sell me to that gay pedophile in his bar ——I still feel that she did have such an idea, but she gave up for no reason afterwards.”
Ed almost bit his own tongue.
"Ms. Chris loves you so much, knowing that you have been thinking so much is so sad." Hughes pointed at Mustangu with a spoon.
And Mustang just shrugged indifferently, "She won't."
"Who is Mrs. Chris?" Ed couldn't help interjecting, holding the fork in his hand.
Hughes pursed his lips when he heard the words, and tilted his head to look at Mustangu.On the other hand, Mustangu was calm and calm, and he put the carrot slices on his own plate into Mas's plate very calmly, and put a shrimp into Ed's plate calmly.
Ed quickly forks the shrimp and feeds it into his overstuffed mouth.
"My adoptive mother," he said, "claims to be my distant relative, but she often says which side of my distant relative she is. Picked me up in my fourth year at the orphanage, and seems to have been involved in bootlegging and flower girls. I have made a regular living camp and saved a lot of money, and now I am living a carefree life in a place where I don’t know where.”
Ed laughed and covered his mouth to prevent the mouthful of food from spitting out, but there was an indescribable tide in his heart, and he didn't know how to describe it for a while.
However, it seems that it doesn't matter to laugh, at least Edward is not the only one who has such a reaction at the moment, and Hughes on the side also smiled and held his forehead when he heard it.
"Nonsense, you know that she spends the winter at your old residence in Berkeley every year, you should go and see her—" Hughes paused as he spoke, then slowly reached into the bag he brought with him Go, with a slightly smug smile on his face, "You can do it at the beginning of next year."
After that, he took out two plane tickets from his bag and threw them in the middle of the dining table.
Tickets were pre-sold and the date was almost two months away.
At this time, Ed noticed that Mustangu's face suddenly changed.It's not that the shoulders suddenly slumped or the brows were suddenly frowned, but the magnetic field of calmness and confidence disappeared in an instant, like a copper coil that suddenly lost power.
"Early next year?" Mustangu repeated, looking pale.
Reluctantly, Hughes was busy taking out his wallet, and didn't bother to look at Mustangu's face or answer his words.He was suddenly brimming with happiness, took out a photo from his wallet, and thrust it in front of Ed, "Look!"
Ed twitched the corners of his mouth and lowered his head, only to see a dignified and beautiful woman in the photo, with beautiful short flaxen hair, showing a gentle and amiable smile to the people outside the photo.
"This is……"
"My wife, Gracia~~~" Hughes said, grabbing Ed's hand, and Ed's face was crooked with joy.I'm afraid that even if the other party is suddenly told that he can directly become the president of the United States, he will not be happier than now: "Is she a great beauty? Not only her appearance is at the level of a fairy, but her gentleness and cuteness are even more angels among angels." Ah! To be able to marry such a woman as my wife, I really have fulfilled the dreams of men all over the world!"
"Ah... ah." Ed twitched the corner of his mouth, his face was full of the burning sensation of being stung by the glowing smile in front of him, and the French fries and prawns in his mouth suddenly chewed like dog food.
"Be sure to come to the humble house next time," Hughes pulled Edward reluctantly, his eyes glowing, "Gracia's cooking skills are so good that even a three-star chef can't compare with her! In short, She is a beautiful, capable, smart and gentle angel! I can form a family with her, it’s really..." Speaking of this, Xiu Siwu listened carefully, and then suddenly showed a mysterious and cheerful smile, "No, it will be a family of three in two months."
"Hey!" Ed said in surprise, "You're going to be a father? Congratulations." No wonder he doesn't smoke at home.
Hearing this, Hughes sat back in his seat and clutched the photo of his beloved wife intoxicated, as if he wished he could rub it into his heart, "'Dad'! When I think about it two months later, I will My daughter, my little angel is going to call me daddy, and I will..."
"Can a newborn baby talk?" Ed looked at Hughes in confusion.
At this time, Mustangu, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke again.
"And it doesn't have to be a daughter." Mustang smiled dryly.
Hughes immediately showed a look of guard. "Impossible, it must be my daughter. I have already thought of a name, and I will call it Alicia." Hughes said firmly, "Because in this world, I am the only man Gracia loves for the rest of her life!"
"What about Alicia?" Ed couldn't help but ask.
"This..." Hughes was speechless for a while, and then said immediately, "Yes, for Alicia, the only man she loved in the first 20 years was me!"
"You are not allowed to fall in love before the age of 20? Do you want to do this?"
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