The God's Boy

so? Nick tilted his head slightly, looking at Gatsby suspiciously.

"It's nothing, really..." Gatsby paced back and forth with his hands on his hips, hesitating, and finally made up his mind, facing Nick, "We, I mean between us, um... it's still ...friend, right?"

It took Gatsby some time to say the word "friend". He looked at Nick with some trepidation, for fear that the other party would say something of rejection, although Gatsby knew that Nick would never let him down.

"Of course, if you still think so." Nick shrugged.

"I've always believed that." Gatsby smiled. He felt that the original depression in his heart had dissipated a lot. He took a step closer to Nick, then opened his arms and hugged him tightly. At this moment, time seems to be running stopped.

The ink-like night can always cover certain things or moods. The faint moonlight sprinkles through the layers of leaves, and the two figures under the tree are shrouded in darkness and moonlight. Living with Nick, unlike the last disappointment, this time Gatsby finally felt Nick's temperature.

"Hey, I still remember that you lied to me." Nick stretched out his hand and patted Gatsby on the back twice. He thought that the other party was overly happy, and now he was very happy with his decision to help Gatsby.

"You guessed it yourself. I didn't lie to you. Besides, even if I told you my identity, would you believe me?" Gatsby finally let go of Nick, and patted Nick on the shoulder twice. He knew that the other party was talking about the first meeting to conceal their identity.Perhaps the initial approach to Gatsby could be said to have a different purpose, but that "first meeting" was an accidental misunderstanding.

"Just kidding, I'm not mad."

"I know you won't."

"……when are you free?"

"What is free?"

"Afternoon tea with Daisy."

"...you can do it when it's convenient for you, you know, I don't want to trouble you."

"Then...the day after tomorrow?"

"OK……"

"Well, then... good night?"

"Good night."

After Nick said good night, he turned and left. Gatsby stood there looking at Nick's back, remembering the same scene last time, and he felt a little disgusted with himself for wanting to drag Nick into that gray business last time , that was obviously an insult to Nick, but luckily he didn't commit another stupidity later.

Watching Nick walk back to the cabin, he waved to him, Gatsby waved with a smile, Nick closed the door, and the lights of the cabin lit up after a while, Gatsby turned and walked back.

□□ icing

The sun seemed to come early the next day, but the temperature of the sun was as comfortable as usual. Gatsby was sitting on the balcony outside the bedroom in his pajamas, occasionally singing seagulls accompanied by the sound of waves. They all looked so charming.

The sea breeze blowing in front of him was gentle and gentle, and the sparkling sea surface was so beautiful that Gatsby fell into deep thought in the beautiful scenery. He looked at a place on the other side of the sea in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The green lighthouse on the other side of the sea is still in a familiar position. Gatsby can easily see the familiar shadow while sitting on the balcony. After all, this is the main reason why he bought this house. It is far away from the golden dream in his heart. close enough.

In the past, Gatsby was like this many times, sitting on the balcony or standing at the end of the dock, looking at the lighthouse across the sea without thinking, dreaming about the green light during the day, and in the green light at night Reminiscing about the past, sinking into Daisy and his sweet past.

But now, or since he "woke up" again, when he saw the green light, it was difficult for him to concentrate on Daisy as before. He began to think of Nick involuntarily, thinking of... death.

Gatsby's subconscious has been refusing to recall all the memories of his "last life", but when he sees Nick or thinks of Nick, he will be pulled back to the vortex of feelings bit by bit by the memory of death, which is very important for Gatsby. Tsby was a very cruel thing, which forced him to imprint the memory of death more deeply over and over again, and also allowed him to carve Nick's figure into the depths of his memory little by little.

Although Gatsby didn't want to recall, he also asked himself, what should he do in this second chance, and whether he still has the chance to be with Daisy again, because Daisy's last "choice" made him I started to hesitate a bit.

He loves Daisy, there is no doubt about it, Daisy is Gatsby's little light left in countless tossing and turning nights, but he has never thought about whether Daisy loves himself as much as he loves her.

Was Gatsby wrong?Of course, his fault is probably that he believed in Daisy's deep love for him, so this made him, Daisy and Tom fall into an incomprehensible chaotic relationship, and even involved Nick at one time. Let things go to the point of no return, and let him step into the world of death.

Gatsby's thoughts became more and more chaotic, and it was difficult for him to find any useful information from his various thoughts. He gave up the choice of continuing to think a little self-destructively. He tightened the neckline of his nightgown, stood up and stretched , Sighing a breath of turbidity in my heart.

Under the considerate service of the housekeeper, Gatsby changed his clothes, finished his meal, and came to the study to start working. He has now started to get himself out of the gray deal of Wolfshiem and others, and he must find a new investment Direction, this is the first step for him to make a change, of course there will be a second and third step...

As the sky was getting darker, Gatsby put down the pen in his hand. He felt a little tired after working for a long time. He was rarely so diligent. Maybe there was a voice in his heart telling him not to stop, as if he was running away from something. Of... maybe, he is really running away, he somehow doesn't look forward to tomorrow like before.

Gatsby walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window was Nick's wooden house, which looked a little blurry in the darkness. Obviously, Nick hadn't come back yet.Gatsby looked at the wooden house in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, but the sound of the butler knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Gatsby turned around, looked at the butler and said, "Have you arranged everything I asked you to arrange before? There can be no mistakes tomorrow." The butler replied respectfully: "Sir, it has been arranged, are you sure?" There will be problems, but..." The butler hesitated to speak, hesitating, "According to the forecast, there may be showers tomorrow, sir."

"Showers? Yes, there is rain..." Gatsby's frowning brows stretched out. Of course, he would never forget that it was raining that day, which also made his reunion with Daisy a bit embarrassing.At that time, he didn't notice that Nick had been drenched in the rain for several hours in order to create a chance for him and Daisy to be alone. Although he knew it afterwards, the joy of reuniting with Daisy had left him no time to go Think about something else.

Gatsby told the housekeeper to do everything according to the original arrangement. After the housekeeper left, he turned to face the floor-to-ceiling windows. At this time, the lights in the wooden house were already on, and it seemed that Nick had returned.The light leaking from the window made the night less scary, which was obviously impossible, but Gatsby felt that he could clearly know what Nick was doing now.

Imagining Nick taking off his coat, and then slumped on the sofa with no strength, maybe still lying face down, thinking of the possible expression on Nick's face, Gatsby seemed to be in a better mood, although not know why.

Just when Gatsby was about to put down the curtains, he saw Nick open the door and come out. Gatsby thought he was just coming out to take a breath, but the next moment Nick raised his head and met his eyes.Gatsby was a little taken aback. Nick smiled and waved to him, and Gatsby waved subconsciously in response.After Nick saw his response, he turned and returned to the room with a smile. The light in the room went out not long after, and Gatsby realized that there was also a smile on his lips.

The light in the wooden house had disappeared for a while, and Gatsby slowly lowered the curtains. Seeing his own smiling face on the glass, he came back to his senses. He turned and left the study and walked towards the bedroom. He planned to rest early today.

Gatsby can foresee that tomorrow will be a special day, and certain things may become different from tomorrow.

Dawn will come after the night. Although the weather of the next day is a bit gloomy as the forecast said, it is still a good weather. Gatsby spent a long time in the cloakroom choosing, and finally decided to change into that one white suit.

Gatsby combed his hair carefully with hairspray, chose a perfume that he didn't usually use, carefully folded the handkerchief and put it in his breast pocket. Gatsby stood in front of the mirror to examine his appearance, in a daze I saw my previous self, the only difference is that the excited and apprehensive expression is gone.

Gatsby looked at the time, it was still early, Nick came back late yesterday, so Gatsby ordered the housekeeper to clean Nick's yard later, and he also specially prepared some food for Nick .

Strangely, Gatsby didn't feel hungry, so he didn't eat, and only drank a cup of coffee before the butler removed the tableware.After sitting for a while, it began to rain lightly outside. Gatsby felt that the time was almost up, so he got the butler ready, and he set off to Nick's cabin with a group of servants.

Although someone held an umbrella for Gatsby, his coat was still a little wet from the rain, and the servants behind him entered the house in order