greenery

Time flies, two months have passed in the blink of an eye, Wolfgang has not entered his life again, Justin has sat at the table like this many times, staring at the corner of the bookcase, where there is an autograph of Walter Hagen Seeing it, there will be patches of greenery in front of Justin's eyes. Wolfgang, who is dressed up neatly, holds a golf club under his arm, bows his head to protect the fire, and lights the cigarette on his lips. He smiles, Squinting and looking ahead, there are ponds covered by the sun, whirling willows, and fairways that have been neatly repaired and shaved.

——To my dear friend, Joseph.

Justin brought back a brand new letter, took a pen and wrote Wolfgang's name on it, and then Justin stopped moving.

— my best friend,

Justin slowly and repeatedly wrote the word "best friend".

—Please forgive me for being busy, it has been a long time since we parted last time.Every time I see Walter Hagen's club - our trophy, it reminds me of that unforgettable good time...

"Master, Master Moore."

There was a knock on the door, and the butler's voice came from the other side.

"It's already 02:30 in the afternoon."

Justin looked at the clock. He had asked the housekeeper to remind him of the itinerary. He seemed relieved, covered the pen, and pressed the unfinished invitation letter with paper.

The office is located inside the Tanveg piano showroom. Justin is used to meeting with business partners here. Before the guests arrived, Justin asked the secretary to make a pot of scented tea. He sat on the sofa and waited quietly, checking his watch. and clock.

"Rose tea? Boss."

"Okay, just roses, thank you."

The secretary smiled at Justin, placed the cups and pots neatly on the coffee table, and closed the door again.Justin stared at the exquisite gold rim on the porcelain pot. Wolfgang also visited a few months ago, and he sat on the opposite sofa. On one side of the coffee table was an open chess set, and on the other side were teacups. The teapot, in the slightly tired afternoon, the smoke held between the two of them, burning slowly.

"Hello, Mr. Moore."

The guests stepped on the door and knocked on the door. He raised his top hat and greeted Justin.

Justin got up and shook hands with him, and the two exchanged pleasantries and got into the topic.

On August [-] at [-]:[-] pm, Justin will hold the Tanveg Piano Exhibition at the Lucy Hofs Hotel. Many invitations have been sent out one after another. The meeting with Bach is to discuss the arrangements for the venue.

"As for the supply of wine, I can recommend you a vintner, Wolfgang Johann Iser, do you know?"

Justin's expression changed when he mentioned the familiar name.

"Oh, you know him?"

Justin nodded and said, "I know this person, and he has some... contacts."

"That's easy to handle. After all, Germans love Riesling from the Mosel Valley. Most of the red wines provided by Mrs. Fred come from the banks of the Nahe River. Although there are various varieties, the taste is still not good. If you look at the details If you are particular about it, I suggest you contact Iser. Do you need my introduction?"

"It's okay, I can contact him, I'll think about it."

After entering the exhibition hall, Wolfgang chatted with a few familiar faces for a while, chose an unremarkable banquet table, and ate snacks with red wine. Justin was destined to be busy tonight. Such guests or shake hands or line face to face ceremony.

Justin looked there, and he noticed Wolfgang who was standing alone in the corner. Wolfgang raised his glass and smiled back.

The night was getting darker, and towards the end, there were only a few sporadic people left. Justin said goodbye to the guests, and Wolfgang still stayed at the venue. He leaned on the long table and looked at the clear moon scene outside the French doors.

"It's finally over. Thank you for providing such a good wine, and the guests are very happy. And you can come, it's really great."

Justin pushed open the glass door, and the night wind rushed in. He loosened the Windsor knot. Wolfgang had already lit a cigarette, and with a tacit understanding, he took out another knot and handed it to Justin.

"Actually, I prepared an invitation letter before. Well, it's not the formatted one in your hand. The content of the letter is more private and tactful, because considering that you might refuse. At that time, I saw you crying gone."

Wolfgang felt a "click" in his heart.

"Two months have passed, you may not want to see the person who made you sad again, and it will seem unreasonable for me to bother you."

"Then why are you still calling me?"

"Did I really bother you?"

Wolfgang sighed softly and said, "If I didn't want to, you wouldn't be able to contact me at all, Justin." After a pause, he said, "Can I have expectations?"

"expect……?"

"Do you think of me often?"

"...Well, because you are my very good friend, I miss the happy days when we were together, but this doesn't mean anything..."

"Really."

Wolfgang sighed slightly, he stared at the rustling poplar forest in the dark night, the temperature around him dropped sharply, deep and heavy.

At that moment, Justin felt his heart being pinched, and he suddenly regretted saying that. Justin raised his hand, hoping to do something, but at the moment when the corner of Wolfgang's mouth curled up, he froze. .

"It's cold, it's time to go back."

Justin pretended to be a clumsy hedgehog, drew a clear line, and allowed Wolfgang to stay by his side, but when he got close, he erected the spikes all over his body, catching Wolfgang off guard.Wolfgang disappeared again, and although it had only been two short weeks, Justin fell into annoyance and self-deprecation.

In the lazy morning, Justin paced in the study, leaning against the edge of the table from time to time, staring at the clock in a daze.

Sometimes I lean against the window and have a bird's-eye view of the couples of relatives, friends and lovers strolling through the street, and the manuscripts related to the contract that have been spread out have been left in front of the case for a long time.Finally, eight hours later, at 06:30 in the afternoon, Justin had finished his meal, and the housekeeper came in and said that Mr. Iser was calling.

The butler saw that Master Moore's tense face instantly relaxed, and the corners of his eyes and mouth curved slightly.Justin wiped the corners of his mouth, walked down the stairs quickly, and stood by the telephone. He calmed down and picked up the phone.

"I'm Justin."

"It's me, Wolfgang, how are you doing?"

"It's okay, it's business as usual."

"Are you busy at work?"

"No, it's over."

A thin layer of sweat oozed from the palm of his hand, sticking to the handle of the ebony and gold microphone, Justin clenched it tightly.

"Go out and get some air, together."

"Okay... where?"

"South Suburb Park, bring your fishing gear."