The God's Boy

On the faces of men and women, the sense of luxury of this era overflows from the smiles of these people.

Baker wore a long skirt to fully reveal her slender figure, and her beautiful face attracted the attention of many men present. Her slender fingers stroked the edge of the cup back and forth, as if shaking the hearts of some men.

When Nick approached Baker, he was stopped by the waiter, but his attention was always on Baker. He urgently needed to know the truth of some things. He tried Gatsby on the beach yesterday, but Gatsby kept silent , and Baker might be the only way he could get an answer.

Nick and the waiter were talking about each other in front of Baker, and their voices were very noisy. Baker helplessly stopped Nick from asking questions and let the other side sit down first.

Nick sat across from Baker, watching her elegantly lit a lady's cigarette, her red lips branded marks on the white paper, and the lingering smoke came out from between her lips, shrouding Baker in hazy temptation , but Nick's mind is not here.

Everything that happened on the beach yesterday appeared before his eyes again. Are he and Gatsby friends?Of course it is, but they don’t know each other well. This friendship came suddenly, which suddenly made Nick feel a little uneasy. This uneasiness became more and more serious when he knew that Gatsby and Baker were hiding something from him. strong.

His name seemed to be called by someone in his ear. Nick regained consciousness and saw Baker on the opposite side looking at him with a puzzled expression. Feeling guilty, Nick could only pick up the cup and take a sip of coffee, but almost spit it out. He forgot to add sugar, the bitter taste The coffee stimulated his taste buds and finally made Baker look away from her.

"Gatsby did all this for Daisy, and all he did was meaningful, you must not know it." Baker twisted the burnt cigarette and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"What? For Daisy?" Nick obviously didn't know what Baker was talking about. The topic had already reached the part he couldn't understand. He was talking about why Gatsby got involved with Daisy.

"Nick, you really weren't listening. I told you, Gatsby is the soldier Daisy dated five years ago, and all Gatsby is doing now is to be able to see Daisy again in a legitimate way. I hope to have the opportunity to go further with Daisy, do you understand?" Baker looked at Nick helplessly, seeing that the other party still had an expression that was beyond the situation, Baker could only sigh, she was obviously a little angry, after all It is very rude to treat a lady.

"Daisy? But Tom...Gats is better than him...what the hell is this?" Finally, Nick finally sorted out a story with such a huge amount of information. He didn't know what he wanted to say, and the words couldn't be connected at all. , but Baker understood what he wanted to say.

"Tom? You forgot, Tom was the one who cheated first." Baker picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, the expression on his face unchanged, as if this kind of thing was very common.

Baker mentions Tom's lover, and what Nick thinks of is not Myrtle, the charming woman in the gas station, but George, the boss's husband who is full of oil stains and dirty. Always smug, it's certainly ironic that Tom's character suddenly becomes the stupid husband.

Seeing Nick's hesitant expression, Baker sighed and continued: "I was there when Daisy and Tom got married, and a letter sent the day before made Daisy burst into tears for some reason, and she burst into tears. Raging and tearing a string of pearls from Tom... I never saw her like that."

Because he was in the army at the time, Nick was not present when Daisy got married, but he was still fortunate enough to witness the lavish wedding in the newspaper. Crying loudly, the balance in his heart slowly tilted to one side.

"Gatsby, what do you want me to do for him?" Nick asked hesitantly, he didn't know how else he could help in this matter.

"Probably through you, let's ask Daisy to have afternoon tea, at least for now." Baker finished the last bit of coffee in the cup and said with a shrug.

This matter was not difficult for Nick, he and Gatsby were considered friends, he should have given an affirmative answer now, but...he hesitated, he could only lower his head to avoid Baker's eyes.

While Nick and Baker fell into awkward silence, Gatsby on the other side was enjoying the rare silence.

As the night darkened, Gatsby guessed in his heart that Nick probably knew part of the truth that he was hiding from him. He might be able to be sure of Nick's attitude at first, but when he thought about what happened yesterday, he became a little uncertain.

Ever since Gatsby met Nick, he had never seen Nick angry. Although Nick's performance yesterday was far from being angry, it was also the most serious and heartbreaking expression he had ever seen on Nick. ...probably only after Gatsby's death.

Gatsby's chest throbbed subconsciously when he thought of Nick's state of being immersed in sadness after his death. He stood in the silent night and subconsciously began to recall the past. Only then did he remember, It has been a long time since I recalled Daisy, and I haven't been to the dock for a long time.

Some vague things have become different, and Gatsby doesn't quite know whether these changes are good or bad, at least he is enjoying it now.

The silent night was broken by the sound of the vehicle's engine, and the sound also awakened Gatsby from his memories. When he turned his head, he saw a ray of light piercing the night, a car was slowly approaching, and Nick came back.

Gatsby stood on the road leading to Nick's cabin, watching the car slowly approaching and then stopping, Nick just got out of the car, and the car drove away slowly, Nick walked towards the house, halfway But he turned his head as if aware of it, and saw Gatsby standing under the tree.

Standing under the tree, Gatsby watched Nick walking towards him with his hat in his hand. Suddenly Gatsby felt as if he had returned to the banquet hall. Otherwise, why was Nick shining so brightly?

Nick was standing in front of Gatsby, but Gatsby didn't know what to say. He was afraid that he would say something funny nervously when he opened his mouth. For some reason, he warned himself not to mention Daisy. The name, there was a vague embarrassment between the two of them.

In the end, it was Nick who broke the deadlock first. He smiled slightly and said, "Your house looks like the World's Fair." Nick pointed to the brightly lit house behind Gatsby, and the atmosphere warmed up slightly amidst the joke.

"Really?" Gatsby looked into Nick's blue eyes, and turned his eyes to look around absently, "I just opened a few rooms to take a look around, but I didn't expect the lights to be so dazzling. Turn them off." Gatsby stopped talking, as if he still had something to say, "Let's go to Coney Island, Nick, and take my car."

"It is too late."

"Well, how about a dip in the pool? I haven't swum all summer."

"I have to go to bed."

"Ok."

Gatsby looked at Nick on the opposite side, thinking about what he said just now, he only felt that there must be something wrong with his brain, and this kind of unnutritious conversation would only show his embarrassment even more.

"I talked to Miss Baker, and she told me what you think, I thought about it." Nick fumbled for the brim of his hat, and continued after a while, "I will call Daisy tomorrow , invite her here for tea."

"Well, that's really great." Gatsby didn't know what kind of expression he should have. He was in a bit of confusion right now. It was obvious that something he had been waiting for for a long time had come true, but he couldn't squeeze it out. More joy, "Will this bother you too much? Actually, I don't want to trouble you."

"Haha, no, it's really not a problem, even though it's just a phone call." Nick still smiled slightly, his blue eyes were mixed with some dark colors, which looked a bit dim under the moonlight at night.

Nick's enthusiasm made Gatsby feel a little choked, as if there were tens of thousands of words stuck in his throat, especially seeing Nick's smile, these words were more eager to rush out, but Gatsby But he couldn't open his mouth, let alone say a word.

Gatsby was silent for a while, and then he could only say, "I'm going to have the grass leveled so I don't look too rude."

When Gatsby finished speaking, they both looked down at the lawn—there was a clear dividing line between Nick's shaggy lawn and Gatsby's large, neatly mowed, dark green lawn.Apparently the grass that Gatsby was talking about needing mowing was on Nick's side.

"Do you need to come in person?" Nick pointed to the messy grass on his side, as if remembering something.

"What?" Gatsby asked subconsciously, not understanding what Nick said.

"I said, do you need to come in person to mow the lawn? Mr. James, the gardener?" Nick joked to Gatsby, but he still remembered that it was the gardener who lied to Gatsby the first time he met him.

"Of course, but your lawn doesn't need me to do it yet." Nick's joke made Gatsby relax a bit, and he even made an exaggerated chest-puffing gesture, which made Nick laugh out loud and Gatsby Tsby was more at ease.

"There is one other little thing." Gatsby waited for Nick to finish laughing, then lowered his voice, said somewhat vaguely, and then hesitated for a while.

"What? What else do I need to do