mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

In order to advance, in order to continue walking, so in this ghost place far away from the urban area, he competed with a group of strangers for their heads.

In the past, competition was a hearty car race for me, or a thrilling sword duel, but now, the hardship and cruelty soaked in the real world make me a little breathless.

At the end of the day's recording, I saw Frank in the underground parking lot, and my first words were: "I feel like I've grown."

I miss it so much, I miss it so much that I shed tears. I didn’t even leave Beijing, but the separation of a few days is still tormenting. Love is in its hot new period, like a fire burning, roasting the heart and blood.

I learned how to be good this time, the underground parking lot will never be guarded by someone taking pictures, he and I couldn't hold back our ups and downs and clashing breaths, and we kissed hurriedly and vigorously.

Being held tightly by Frank, my back rubs against the tiled pillar, and my hand, trembling, rests on his waist.

"Ethan..."

"Hmm..." I opened my eyes blankly when I heard him call me. We were so close and the lights were dim, so I couldn't see anything clearly. He rubbed the corner of my mouth with his finger.

Kiss again.

Our chests are pressed together, our two hearts vibrate in different rhythms, our breaths are swallowed by each other, our heads are completely empty, and we don't think about anything else for a while.

I was carried away, and on top of being carried away, I was carried away again.

Ask him: "Do you have a rest tomorrow?"

"rest."

Finally, I deliberately backed away from the distance where I could look directly at each other, and I suddenly remembered everything that happened in the bar that time.

I drank some wine, said anything, and told Frank, "If he looks like you, I'll strip myself."

I really don't know where I got so much courage in that situation, at least at that time, I didn't like him, or I didn't realize that I already liked him.

Now I reached out and hooked his belt with my index finger. Just like that day, everything became completely uncontrollable. There was no reason left, neither me nor him.

"Go to the car?" He kissed the base of my ear, asking for permission in a low voice.

My voice was drowned out by emotion, becoming weak and shaking, I refused the offer and said, "I don't want it, I don't like being in the car, there are rooms available upstairs in the hotel, you call the hotel first."

Suddenly it occurred to me that I should send a message to Wen Duo. I have been living with him recently. If I don’t go back to the room, I have to tell him.

The first episode of the program was officially broadcast on the web. At [-] o’clock in the morning, I hadn’t gotten up yet. The recording of the first stage was over, so I went to live in Jingang, mainly for the convenience of getting off the track, and Frank had already Put into a new round of busy work.

But on the day of the webcast of the show, he still showed up, brought food to my house, and watched the show with me when I was still awake. The professional TV camera really separated the fake from the real, and I was worried that I would look ugly in the camera.

"It's not ugly." Frank watched it more seriously than me. He obviously didn't understand music very well, but he must evaluate it carefully. Whether it was my program or someone else's program, he watched it within a minute.

"You guys are sponsored by drinks."

"Yeah," I said, "why doesn't your group sponsor it?"

"It's none of my business," Frank said.

"You are the vice president, so you should have a lot of power."

He shook his head and said to me sincerely: "It's really not my business."

He was sitting by the bed, watching the show too much, and sometimes frowning because of the instructor's one-sided evaluation. I thought it was a little funny and cute, so I rushed to hug him.

He took me into his arms and continued to watch the show intently. I said, "Can you tell which one is the default one?"

"Huh? Is it really a default?"

"How can I talk nonsense. How dare you say that there is no black box operation in the NBA? They are all the same. Is the purpose of the game? It is to make money."

"So you can't win?" Suddenly, as if he had seen the final result, he became lost and dull, and kept rubbing my hair.

I said, "I don't need to think about this issue. It's unknown whether I can advance."

"I think you will be red," Frank told me very seriously while holding my face, but this is not purely the power of expectation, encouragement, and love. He has a lot of convincing rhetoric, "Look first , What are the key words of the current fashion and aesthetics. I think, first of all, uniqueness is very important, and secondly, memory points, which must be remembered by the audience. Ability is not the most important thing, but ability determines whether you can become more and more Going on well, Raw Meat has all these elements. The last point, your appearance is very good, and you can also add points."

"You can just be my sailor." I suggested.

Frank is a man who can speak and be extremely persuasive at the same time, so sincere that I feel like I'm making a mistake if I don't believe him.

One day after the first episode aired, my IG account suddenly gained a lot of attention. Feizi called me and laughed at me, saying: "Your dark history has been read."

"What kind of black history is that, isn't it because someone touched me?"

Everyone else in RawMeat has a Weibo account. I am the only one who is still playing a small account. Later, in order to cooperate with the publicity, I had to register a large account. It is very official and very boring.

In this way, I became a public figure amidst confusion, contradiction, and bewilderment.

To be honest, I’m not used to it, I have the illusion of running naked on the street, but I don’t dislike it at all, at least when I see someone appreciating and appreciating my music, I’m really happy.

My life began to have a lot of uncertainty, and it was connected with big and small surprises.

Frank's beautiful friend Charlotte is also a well-known supermodel. She has the kind of proud low-key that is unique to Europeans.

When we met for the first time, I could see that she was interested in Frank, and it was not just a simple favor, but frank people are the most difficult to deal with, and she was so friendly that I had to be more friendly to her.

She was a nice person. We had a meal together, and she paid for it, saying that it had nothing to do with Frank, and that the meal was just for me.

He also praised me: "Ethan, I watched your show, your band is so amazing."

"Thank you, next time I have the opportunity to invite you to watch the show."

"Really? That's awesome, listening to your music is just enjoying."

Her outfits are classic European style, timeless, simple and low-key accessories, and everything has found a balance between restraint and display. If you see Charlotte and Frank walking together, you will feel that they are in a high-end commercial people who come out.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

After I went back at night, I couldn’t be happy all the time, and I had to get up early the next day to record, and I couldn’t come back for several days. While I was packing my things, I was thinking wildly. Frank came upstairs to my house, opened the door by himself, and asked, “Now Just tidy up?"

"Tomorrow morning is too late."

I threw the packed slippers into the box, and with some force, there was a "bang", my face must have been ugly, I rubbed my cheeks, but I still couldn't smile.

"Too lazy to go?" Frank asked me.

I looked at him, took a deep breath, and said, "Charlotte likes you, doesn't she?"

He didn't answer, surprised, and I said, "And you know she likes you, don't you?"

"I don't feel anything about her, nothing at all," Frank came over to hug me, I ignored him, and he continued, "Ethan, if you're really angry, then I'll have to break up with her."

I wasn't that angry just now, but Frank's words made me a little annoyed. I asked him, "Threatening me?"

"No, I'm sorry, no, we won't see each other often in the future. In fact, we are very busy, and we haven't met a few times before."

Frank followed me, and I blocked him out with the ajar bedroom door, and then I started looking for clothes to take, and he pushed the door gently from the outside.

I said, "Don't come in!"

The voice was too loud, and I was taken aback after I finished speaking. Frank must think that I am being vexatious now, it must be.

But I was pitiful, and all I could think was: Actually, in some respects, I wasn't good enough for him.