Celebrity House [Anna]

After Karenin and the others had almost settled the specific matters, on the other side, Sludin stayed in the bedroom for a while before going out to look for Flamekir.

He was really curious about Flamekill.

This curiosity has gone from being superficial at the beginning to now wanting to understand each other from the bottom of my heart. Of course, there is also a trace of exploration in it.

When he came to the hall, Sludin looked around and soon found him in a relatively hidden corner.

A cup of coffee that looked very bitter was placed on the table, and Flamekill was browsing some documents carefully with his glasses on.When Sludin went to say hello, Vlamekir looked up at him.

"I think there's a lot of space in the hall," said Flamekill, and casually closed the papers, placing them on his right hand.

"But I only know you here," said Sludin with a grin.At the same time, they called the envoys to come, and then ordered a lot of desserts. The efficiency here was really fast. After the desserts were served, the table was almost full.The sweet aroma of the cake infects the taste of the bitter coffee, as if with an overwhelming momentum.

Flamekill frowned slightly.Sluddin was quick with sweets and asked Flamekir if he wanted one, but was turned down.

About 10 minutes later, Flamekill took a sip from his coffee and asked for the first time: "I have a question."

"Excuse me, anything is fine." Sludin said generously.He didn't look like a Russian at all, and Flamekiel didn't mean looks, but manners.

"You seem to be a little too curious about me, Mr. Sludin."

"I have?" Sludin blinked.

Flamekill's beautiful green eyes glanced at each other, and then said directly: "You don't have a girlfriend, do you, Mr. Sludin."

"not yet."

"I know you've spent too long in places where the atmosphere is not so strict, but Mr. Sludin, please don't forget that this is Russia, and I'm not at all interested in your unruly atmosphere in the Academy." After speaking, he took the documents and got up to leave.

Sludin thought about the words again in the same place, and then he suddenly understood. He blushed, and hurried after him.

"God, I'm a decent person!" Luckily, Sludin wasn't that stupid, he didn't yell anything bad in public, but in the public, two well-dressed men with pleasing faces pulled Pulling and pulling is enough to make people gossip.

"Then just go find any girl, talk to her, and make fun of her." Flamekill said with a disgusted expression on his face.

"That can't be done, I'm not that kind of person." Sludin said, because he realized that his actions were indeed a bit disrespectful, so he walked with Vlamikir without haste.

"I'm not interested in what kind of person you are, Mr. Sludin." Flamekir said slowly, his fingers resting on the document too tightly.

"But I'm interested in you," Sludin said honestly, and then, realizing that there might be some ambiguity, he hastened to add, "I mean, you're a somewhat mysterious person."

"Mysterious?" Flamekir still didn't raise his eyes to look at Srudin. It seemed to outsiders that they were not even very familiar friends.

"To be honest, maybe your eyes are different from ordinary people, and so is the structure of your brain. Like ordinary people, I have a pair of eyes and a nose, and I have a decent government subsidy. Taxpayers work. Sometimes I have to deal with harassment from outside of work, and other than that, I really can’t think of any mystery about myself.”

Immediately after finishing the above, the blond young man suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Sludin, who was following behind him, almost to fall headfirst on his face.

Flamekill hooked his lips and smiled: "Or, do you have any messy associations and assumptions that you want to put on me?"

Sludin seemed to be stammering: "You, are you angry? I just want to be friends with you."

"Angry? How come?" Flamekill smiled brightly.

"Last time you said that my skin was as pale as a ghost, last time you asked me nervously if my family had any connection with vampires, last time you tested me if I was still messing with that countess , Wait, how can I be angry about this series of things? Human beings like you who may have more vigorous hair, according to your logic, I should actually ask you politely, your family is like the kind of people who like to live when the moon is full. What is the origin of the howling werewolves?"

"Very well, Mr. Sludin, it seems that you have realized that we can't be friends, so I advise you not to waste your efforts. The person standing in front of you is just an ordinary person. Although he doesn't look very healthy, I No need for a doctor or psychotherapy. If you have time, just go find a lady or a gentleman, or you can pick a horse from the stables, there are many breeds, and there is no shortage of thoroughbred horses. Good night Mr. Sludin, I hope I won't have to see your stupid face again until breakfast tomorrow. Have a good evening."

The blond young man gave a gentlemanly salute, and it was a standard good night salute to say goodbye to a lady.

Sludin stared at the young man's back with a shocked look, and put it away until the back disappeared around the corner.

"It looks like I'm totally hated." Sludin muttered while touching his nose.

Sludin did not go back to his bedroom, but went to the hot spring.

Flamekill returned to his room, and his previous smirk disappeared.

Some people who are not familiar with them often say that he is very similar to Karenin.

looks like?

Flamekill smiled coldly at the pale young man in the mirror.

He pulled a chair and sat by the window, his fingers still touching the volume of documents.He turned it over and read it again, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Those lingering memories scrambled wantonly in his mind.

For a while there was a woman's laughter, for a while it was crying, and for a while it was the sound of gunfire.

For three minutes he was silent, then with a twitch of his fingers, he opened his eyes.

Flamekill looked at the volume of documents again by the light, and then took out the letter from the mezzanine.The handwriting inside is calm and strong, and an important signature is missing.

Flamekill knew what awaited at that autograph place.

The handwriting has even been outlined in his mind countless times.

Finally, he picked up the pen and signed the handwriting.

While waiting for the ink to dry, there was still a shadow in Flamekill's eyes.His fingers touched near the heart, where there was a small scar.He is someone who has dealt with death, and he still loves that woman so much.

Flamekill thought of the lady.

Even though she was older than him and had been married for many years, she still looked like a girl to him.Those soft eyes, gentle words, even just a smile when looking at him.Every time I think about it, it is beautiful.Everything about her is what he wants to cherish and protect.

Yes, that's right...

In the children's room of the suite, after Seryozha finished eating the pudding, Anna asked him to get up and walk around for a while to digest his food. Karenin came back not long after, half an hour earlier than expected.

The heat of the hot spring made Karenin's skin turn red, like a shrimp that still maintained its majesty in the hot air.

"Let me take care of him taking a bath." Karenin said, he was wearing the clothes provided by the hot spring center, which was very different from his usual strict three-piece suit and coat.

Anna didn't doubt Karenin's ability, she took something and planned to let herself take a dip.

"I suggest you take a bath and go to bed early, Seryozha," said Karenin.

Seryozha put down his toy soldiers, he preferred trains now, but he was not allowed to take them with him on the journey.

"Can I have a toy?"

"It can only be a rubber duck." Karenin said, he thinks there are a lot of bacteria, and rubber ducks can be tolerated.

"Okay then." Seryozha was a little frustrated, but still picked up the rubber duck.

In the bathroom, Seryozha stripped himself naked like a calf, scrubbed himself, and then asked Karenin for help.

"Father, I need you to help me wipe my back." His eyes flickered. In the past, he would not ask Karenin for help, but after this period of time, after confirming that his father loved him, he did so.

"I didn't realize you needed someone to wipe your back for you before." Karenin frowned.

"But, but now we are outside," Seryozha muttered. "I heard from Kabidonitch that the father of ordinary people's children will help them bathe."

Karenin glanced at the boy who had rubbed himself until there were little bubbles all over his body, then rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the bathroom.

"You must tell me whether the strength is correct, Seryozha, the strength of adults is different from that of children."

"I will, father!" Seryozha's eyes lit up.

Karenin applied a layer of shampoo to Seryozha's soft hair and rubbed it gently.

Seriously fiddled with the rubber duck toy in his hand, and finally glanced at the mirror inadvertently, only to find that his hair was piled up like a pile of sand.

"Father, my hair is not a toy." Seryozha reminded the other party.

Karenin paused for a moment, then patted the pile of sand flat, and coughed lightly.

It may not be easy to bathe a little boy, but Seryozha may be the most cooperative little boy in the world, so Karenin's first trip to wash his son's whiteness went so smoothly that after he wrapped Seryozha While sleeping and drying her hair, Anna came back to a very peaceful scene.

"Looks like I was worried for nothing."

Seryozha's hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and Karenin was combing his hair neatly with a comb. The father and son looked so alike, even the direction of the hair was the same.

"Maybe you are taking care of him more often on weekdays, but I can do well, but I just need more practice." Karenin argued for himself.

"Ok."

"Then, Seryozha, it's time for you to go to bed."

"I'm not sleepy, mother," Seryozh said, but actually yawned a little.His pink face steamed by hot water and his pursed mouth made him look so cute.

"You're sleepy and you'd better go to sleep now. Would you like to come and hear a story?"

"Yes." Seryozha nodded.

Anna smiled, and then looked at Karenin: "Look, Alexey, when your son wants to hear a bedtime story, you need to grant him this little wish."

Karenin almost looked at his wife with an incredible look, but in the end he didn't do that, but decided to fulfill Seryozha's wish.

Occasionally he could do that too, if it was his son's request.

Seryozha was lying under the quilt. On his left was his mother. She held his hand and sometimes stroked the soft hair on his head. On his right, he was sitting upright on a chair. His father, who did not wear a civil service uniform or a three-piece suit as usual, but a nightgown, and they even had the same hairstyle.

"That's good," Seryozha sighed softly.

"What?" Karenin asked.

"Oh, nothing, father, I want to hear this story." Seryozha turned the book to a certain page, and it was a story about a rabbit and a fox.

Like last time, when Karenin finished reading the story in the tone of the official document, Seryozha fell asleep early, with his little head on one side, snoring because of fatigue.

"Before he makes such a request next time, I will tell him that it is not polite for him to fall asleep while others are fulfilling his wish." Karenin complained subtly.

"Stop complaining, Alexey, the purpose of reading bedtime stories to children is to lull them to sleep. You have to thank Seryosha, which means you are doing a good job." Anna smiled.

Karenin said: "I am not complaining, Anna, you should have noticed that my tone is the same as usual."

"Don't make excuses to cover it up, there's a little crease between your brows when you complain."

Karenin did not speak, and focused his eyes on the book.

"Just like the story last time, two different species such as cats and dogs can be friends, and even have some kind of close friendship between species, so do rabbits and foxes today. I also found out that they are the same author, nowadays The most popular novelist, but I think his stories are completely divorced from reality and logic." Karenin chattered calmly.

"Isn't that nice?" Anna's voice interrupted Karenin, who looked up at her.

"Whether it's logic or reason, sometimes they can't explain everything. But I think it's not that bad." Anna smiled, pointing at the moment where the fox and the rabbit looked at each other. Lightly clicked on the page illustration.

"You liked the story?" asked Karenin.

"I don't know, but I don't hate it. It's weird, but it's still kind of cute." Anna said her thoughts, a little contradictory, but very real and honest.

"I still don't fully understand these fairy tales."

"Didn't you read them as a child?"

"Yes. They are not beneficial. Too much resemblance will make people divorced from reality. When I was a child, I was delusional. I remember hearing a story when I was a child. A child just read these ridiculous stories and felt He had wings and jumped from the balcony on the second floor. Then he lay at home for three months." Karenin seriously elaborated on his childhood memories of fairy tales.

"That was kind of scary. Humans aren't birds, they don't have wings and they can't fly. But he's convinced he is. I was reassured then that fairy tales aren't good for children."

"But you didn't stop Seryozha from reading them," Anna pointed out.

Karenin didn't answer immediately, but said after a while: "Before, I thought that disciplining children should be more the responsibility of wives and tutors. As a father, what I can do is to teach him some aspects of life." Guidelines. I have always believed that a clear division of labor between husband and wife is very necessary."

"So, even though you don't agree, you will not interfere more with the way I discipline Seryozha?" Anna asked.

Karenin frowned slightly: "To be honest, Anna, you spoiled Seryozha too much. Before that, I thought you did better, but now, you're back to your old ways."

The man seemed to be saying that from his point of view, he did not see any behavior of "disciplining" Anna towards Seryozha.If it is an ordinary person, it can almost be regarded as a kind of accusation.

Anna couldn't help laughing.

"He's so cute, isn't he? Everyone can say no to his Bambi eyes."

"I totally agree with this." Karenin said after thinking about it.But Anna's next words made him think otherwise.

"To be honest, his eyes are just like yours, Alexey. I like them."

"You like it."

"Yes, I like it."

Anna's face was a little red, but she still decided to speak out honestly.

She is not the kind of person who is timid. If she decides to do one thing, she will definitely try her best to do it.

"I'm very happy," said Karenin.

He was strangely lacking in words when describing his mood. After all, people like Karenin were obviously so eloquent in officialdom.And such a person, when it really involves himself or his own mood, the words to express joy are just the sentence "I am very happy", repeated again and again, maybe decades later, they will not think of changing the sentence more romantic.

If someone else was in Anna's position, they would probably still be somewhat disappointed.

But it was precisely this kind of Anna who became the one Karenin cared about.

Everything in the world seems to be predestined somewhere, but whether it is destined to be good or bad is always decided by people.

Even if you don't know human feelings, because of the environment, you lack a kind of perceptual perception, but bravery and wisdom can make up for it all.

"So, for a man like Karenin, only I can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, only me."

It didn't take long at all to come to this conclusion.

This is shorter than the time for setting any goal, but it is more important than any decision, and it is willing.

There is no [-]% rigor in emotional matters, and the future is not tangible, just like Karenin's understanding of fairy tales, because it lacks reason and logic, it cannot be controlled, so it is classified as useless by him books.

But even so, Karenin would still not interfere in Seryozha's choice.

Anna regarded this as a connivance by Karenin.

What people like them fear most is not the obvious and powerful challenge, but the uncontrollability.

Such as feelings.

Invisible, intangible, illogical, too emotional, sometimes disturbing people can't think rationally, but it makes people happy.

"Alexey, only I can be worthy of you." Anna said, with a smile hidden in the corner of her mouth, confident and honest.

The woman's smile and demeanor made Karenin shaken like never before.

He has never cared about other people's evaluation of him. He cares about the issue of decency because in his position, if this rule is not followed well, it will be of no benefit to him to be caught by others.

Karenin's pride and arrogance are in a kind of calm. He is in a high position and is often flattered and praised by others, but Karenin is very clear that such hypocritical words are just trying to get something from him, such as high officials, power, money, etc. , hypocritical words are like needles, wrapped in cotton cloth, only stupid people will believe it, and if they really take it and put it on the meat, they will be jumped and then regretted.

Karenin will not.

He knows exactly what he wants.

Those who flatter him can't give it, and those who are still above him don't have special features that he needs to admire. It can even be said arrogantly that he is loyal to the country, but so far, he has not found an independent person who can get it. His loyalty.

Karenin never said these words.

But now, from Anna's eyes, he seemed to see the most real self.

He suddenly discovered: So in her eyes, I have always been this kind of person.

A feeling of fullness churned in Karenin's chest, which then turned into a thick sense of precipitation.His blue eyes looked silently at his wife, and he kissed her.

Now, his pride and self-importance, even his only reverence, was dedicated to his wife.

"My love, my pride."