[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

Tom Buchanan and Nick took the train to New York on Sunday.

Tom Buchanan would get off the train on the way to meet his mistress, who lived in a dusty auto repair shop, mistress named Myrtle, 35, six years old, a bit fat, the word beautiful Nothing to do with her.

Myrtle's husband is the owner of the auto repair shop. Wilson said that he is the boss, and his life is worse than that of the workers. It seems that the light of God has never shined here.His only business was a yellow car owned by Tom Buchanan, which had been discussed for a long time and had never been settled.

Wilson's eyes may have been blinded by the dust of the ashes, and he didn't know that Tom's business was aimed at his wife.

Ms. Gao Leng watched this story with cold eyes.

She watched Tom Buchanan leave from the bedroom window, and she didn't look away until his figure disappeared from view.

At this time, the door rang.

The maid came in and told her that Jordan Baker was coming.

Ms. Gao Leng told the maid to step down.

"How was the game?"

Ms. Gao Leng asked Baker who was lying on the sofa as she went downstairs.

Baker pouted, and she said, "I won."

It looked as if the championship trophy was just an ordinary pair of tableware in the cabinet.

Ms. Gao Leng sat down on the single sofa opposite Baker, and the maid brought a cup of tea.

Beck glanced at the tea in Ms. Gao Leng's hand, and then took her half-drunk drink down her throat. She drank the rest of the drink in one go, put the cup on the table, and lay down again. Shouted: "It's hot! It's hot!"

Ms. Gao Leng took a sip of herbal tea and asked calmly, "How do you plan to spend these few days?"

Baker, lying motionless on the couch, said, "Party! Ah! This is life in the middle of summer!"

Except for her moving lips and tongue and ups and downs of her throat, there is really no vitality that belongs to midsummer in her whole body.

"Party?"

"Yup!"

"Party in New York?"

"No, no, no. New York parties are nothing compared to Gatsby's parties."

"Gatsby's party?" Ms. Gao Leng pretended to just remember, and continued: "Is that the Gatsby you mentioned last time?"

"Yes, he had a great party."

"Is it lively?"

"Of course! The people who come and go are enough to polish his stone road to a sparkle!"

"I don't agree."

"Why," Baker stood up and asked, "you went?"

"No."

"I knew it. If you've been there, you should agree with me."

"Although I didn't go there, Gatsby's villa is across the sea from ours; since I know that the villa opposite is the famous Gatsby's villa you mentioned, every time I open the window and draw the curtains I paid extra attention when I was in the night, wanting to see what kind of splendid buildings reflected on the sea in the night, unfortunately, I never saw it once. Every time I looked out from the window, except for the black sea and the villa I couldn't see anything other than the huge black outline of it."

Baker opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"how is this possible?"

She sat up all over the sofa, as if losing Gatsby's party had been hard on her.

"I don't know if it's possible, but I'm pretty sure that every night, there's really nothing but sporadic lights."

"Okay," Baker slapped her forehead fiercely, and she said, "Anyway, I'm fine this afternoon, why don't we go and see what's going on."

Ms. Gao Leng was waiting for her words, but she said, "It's very hot outside, are you sure you want to go today?"

Baker stood up and asked, "Are you afraid of the heat?"

She picked up her sun hat and put it on top of her head, and continued, "I'll be there right away, are you going? Lend me your car."

After Ms. Gao Leng achieved the effect, she also stood up, walked to Baker, took her arm, and said, "I didn't say no. I also feel bored at home. Let's go, you drive!"

The car was speeding unrestrainedly on the road like a derailed train. The sun swayed its light and heat without hesitation.

Madam Gao Leng lowered her sun visor, trying to block the dazzling light.

Jordan Baker also felt uncomfortable, only feeling that the heat was drilling into the pores.

She revved up and drove towards Sieger.

When Gatsby's cottage finally came into view, both seemed relieved.

Gatsby's villa was a colossal thing--a town hall in Normandy, with a tower on one side, refreshing under bearded ivy, and a marble swimming pool. And more than 40 acres of lawns and swimming pools.

In the garden, kalanchoe, hawthorn and pale gold "goodbye kisses" exude fragrance.

Ms. Gao Leng and Baker walked up the marble steps, came to the gate, and knocked on the gate.

The servant opened the door and said, "Sir, you are not feeling well these days, so you won't welcome guests."

Ms. Gao Leng frowned suddenly.

"Please tell him Daisy Buchanan and Jordan Baker are coming to visit," she said.

"Please wait."

A few minutes later, the maid came back and said, "Mr. still doesn't see any customers."

Maybe it was because the sun outside made people's temper blaze, Jordan Baker went straight to the living room regardless of the maid's obstruction.

Another reason why she is like this is that when she came to the party before, Gatsby was always more polite to her than to other guests. Although she didn't know why, it didn't prevent her from taking advantage of this fact for this time.

The maid had to go upstairs again, and her two legs quickly walked to the study.

"Sir, the two guests have come in and are sitting on the sofa."

Cornelius frowned. He was reading a book on flower cultivation. During the few days he had been Gatsby, he really didn't know what to do or what to do except reading books and planting flowers.

Gatsby's era was too strange for him.

He put down the book, and swallowed the words of reproach. He thought that maybe the reunion with Rosa was due to these opportunities.

When he came out of the study and cast his eyes on the first floor, he exclaimed in surprise: "Rosa!" (Dutch)

Ms. Gao Leng trembled suddenly, and raised her head to look at Cornelius in disbelief.

"Cornellius!" (Dutch)

she replied subconsciously.

Baker glanced back and forth at the two of them in puzzlement, trying to see through everything with the eyes that looked back and forth at the two of them.

Ms. Gao Leng noticed her gaze, she calmed down, and explained: "He is my first love, the officer back then."

"Daisy!"

Baker screamed.

The picture of that year turned from dark to bright in an instant, and dusty memories flowed in my mind.

Ms. Gao Leng knew that Jordan Baker, as Daisy's friend, complained from the bottom of her heart for Daisy's unfortunate life after marriage.

She held Baker's hand and said in a grateful voice: "Baker, if you didn't insist on coming here, I don't know how long I would have been so close to him! Thank you!"

At this time, Cornelius had already rushed downstairs, and he suddenly knelt at the feet of Madame Gao Leng.

Ms. Gao Leng was taken aback. She let go of Jordan Baker's hand and signaled him to restrain himself with her eyes.

Cornelius took a deep breath, stood up, and said to Jordan Baker apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm so excited. It's been too long since I've been away from her. You don't mind if I talk to her alone." Shall we talk for a while?"

"No, no, you go, I'll just sit here and rest."

Cornelius glanced at her gratefully, then took Madam Gao Leng's hand tightly and walked to the study on the second floor.

He was short of breath, his steps were chaotic, he felt that every blood vessel was spouting, every pulse was vigorously pulsating, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing into the chest cavity.

As soon as the door of the study was closed, Cornelius was so excited that he boldly pushed Ms. Gao Leng against the back of the door.

Ms. Gao Leng looked at him in astonishment.

Without saying a word, Cornelius took her face in his cups and kissed her bright red lips.

"Well."

Ms. Gao Leng reached out to push him away.

He was so strong that she couldn't push him away at all.

Feelings of helplessness and tension swelled in my heart.

Cornelius kissed violently, and his breath washed over her like a sea wolf.

At this moment, surprise occupied her whole mind.

She is not angry!

The astonishment struck her like a thunderbolt.

She accepted Cornelius' kiss in a daze, and her resisting hand was already calmly attached to his chest, and the heat from her chest spread through her whole body like an electric current through her palm.

After a while, Cornelius' tense emotions were relieved by this kiss. He let go of his mouth, and caressing her face with both hands, he said, "Now, can you tell me what's going on?"

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