Chapter 68

They got everything ready in the evening.

The guests came in one after another.

Those black and red faces were a little excited and a little embarrassed. After all, they have hardly ever received such a formal invitation in their life.

Considering Karenin's identity, Anna crossed out the guests further away. Most of them worked for Karenin's land in the countryside, so the yard could accommodate all of them.

Naska and her parents were there.

Anna looked for a while before she saw them, standing by an ordinary oak tree, not at all conspicuous, as if they were talking quietly. She smiles, happy to realize that the family didn't have those thoughts.

"What do you see?" Karenin approached and asked.

Anna looked sideways at each other.

The man wore a dark grey woolen suit, which was different from the satin suit or tuxedo he usually wore to a party. This one seems less rigorous.

In the same way, his hair was not completely combed into a bright, sharp back like he did when he went to that circle, but he only took care of it a little. Hair oil is still essential, just as civilized cane and top hat are just a matter of quantity for a gentleman.

Karenin was not a person who was very concerned about dress, but Anna had to praise her husband, who really had good taste.

She doesn't always give too much comment on her dress, even though she does it. In fact, she has hardly said anything since they got married.

The appearance of his men, or to his colleagues to see what kind of taste they should give her.

Generally speaking, in addition to the joy and admiration that his personal demeanor often brings to Anna, in terms of clothing, she can accurately interpret his mood from it, and occasionally, just like this time, because she did something, he changed from a tense state to a relaxed one. It was more than anything. Anna felt a sense of accomplishment.

A woman's loveliness is not only about her appearance, but also about her intelligence in judging the situation. Wisdom and talent are always limited, and God is reluctant to give all the advantages to one person. Therefore, people who know how to be satisfied at the most appropriate time are always more likable. It's also a secret of happiness in marriage.

"I saw my handsome husband." She lowered her voice and said sweetly, then opened her gray eyes for his response.

The word handsome is no stranger to Karenin.

From the word meaning, handsome refers to the appearance, demeanor and intelligence are superior praise meaning. Karenin is not stingy, occasionally praises someone in the exploratory conversation of his colleagues, so as to achieve the purpose of making things carried out in a more concise way. But for himself, he was extremely mean.

Karenin even his own intelligence, but he is more willing to agree with his diligence and seriousness. Therefore, most people's compliments on his intelligence can't make him happy from the bottom of his heart, because such people either ask for him or because they are too stupid.

He is at least qualified for demeanor when necessary, but most of the time he is more willing to block those people with indifference. There are reasons for the existence of things, but the likes and dislikes of personal emotions are also inevitable. Although Karenin always tried to hide and dilute this in front of people.

Then foreign trade. Even at his youngest age, Karenin knew that he was not handsome.

And his face was too long and hard. His eyes were so soft that he tried his best to weaken the disadvantage after he entered politics.

His nose, which he himself was quite satisfied with, had a slight bulge in the middle, but the lines were very neat. When he looks down a little, the profile of the tip of his nose is like eyelashes, which can camouflage some of his looks.

Karenin did not do that often.

He was referring to the look of contemplation. He knew that he would not over expose anything, but even if there was a little possibility, his extremely restrained and rigorous character was absolutely not allowed.

Now, as his wife came closer and closer to the secret zone in his heart, he was less alert to her.

Therefore, in this extremely relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, his wife suddenly praised the government officials, who were always known for their quick wits.

Soon, though, Karenin's tongue regained its former quickness.

"The word" handsome "is not so strict with me, but obviously, on the whole, I can bring you this feeling, which is also a pleasure."

He seriously and peacefully expressed to Anna that he knew he was not very handsome, but he also recognized her praise for him. This completely amused Anna.

She knew that she could never expect Karenin to say something like "you're more beautiful" or "I think so too" at the next moment, accompanied by an affectionate kiss or a teasing smile.He is Karenin. When he was young, he must be one of those people who like to choose the same chair at the same time, brush the corners of his clothes, and then sit quietly in the library for an afternoon. Like the lines of wooden tables and chairs, they have not smooth but distinct texture, so that people will not doubt its authenticity.

Anna thought, and then asked.

In her imagination, such a strict and boring habit like a ascetic is like a peach blossom petal with poetic and melancholy.

Their original meaning should be something to ferment feelings in lovers, but if they are handed over by their masters to people like Karenin, the poetic flavor will be completely stripped off carelessly. There is only a little bit of sophistication and commonness left.

"That's a more extravagant idea. I had a lot to learn in the beginning, and my temper was not good at that time Karenin narrated it lightly.

He did not know that whatever he said would be transformed into something more romantic in his wife's ears. Her affection for him was always hot, like a thick paint. But she also knew that if she was reckless, this feeling would become a burden.

So just as the young Karenin would choose to gradually control his temper, so did Anna's love for him.

She sometimes takes him as her husband, loves him and respects him. Sometimes he is regarded as a child, loving him, warming him.

"I can't help but want to see what you look like when you lose your temper." She made a joke, trying to let herself participate in his past bit by bit.

It's a little tricky. It's a kind of penetration in the name of love.

Anna knew that she was not a very intelligent person. If she was asked to do something else, she would not be so smart. But somehow, she did so well that even Karenin didn't find out.

Maybe, it comes down to that she always uses 90% of her mental energy for her life, but I'm afraid 200% is not enough for her husband.

"You don't want to see it. It's not fun." Karenin said, pausing for a moment, "very ordinary, voice raised, more sharp, some can not control their emotions, even I can not guarantee that I will not say anything irreparable."

At the end of the day, the expression on his face became serious.

"Not at all, then." Anna deliberately said it in a tone of regret and exaggeration. Then she changed the topic and answered the first question.

She took each other's arms in a friendly way. Let him see the naschians.

The most obvious benefit of having a smart husband is that as a woman, you can save a lot of saliva and make them more interesting compliments than complaints.

Karenin raised his eyelids and said, "obviously, poverty has not made them inferior to power."

Anna laughed happily.

She was so happy in her heart, because she felt that even though the times were different, they were the same in some way of thinking about their souls.

Of course, she knew in her heart that Karenin was not the kind who would think that everything he owned was evil for the sake of "freedom" and "equality". It's not the kind of nobility who sniffs at wealth.

She never regarded him as such a saint, so whenever he said anything different from his class and identity, or showed a little affirmation of the poor, she felt that he was so brave and different. And then affirm what you've always believed in.

Alexey Alexandrovich Karenin is a far better man than he has ever said.

The sky was getting dark, and stars were falling on it, big and bright, as if they were trying to open their eyes to look at the world.

After Anna and their return to the master's position, after a few toasts, people are less restrained. In addition, it was getting late, the bonfire was burning, and the delicious smell of meat was floating in the air, and the sparks licked the dripping grease. It was as if they were going to join the party, and they were dancing more happily.

Alexei was the main character of the banquet. Although Anna and Anna didn't publicize it, they still gave the boy good wishes.

Beer and drinks.

Alexei's glass is full of wine, and few Russians don't drink. Even Karenin was not greedy, not totally free.

Blessing mixed with alcohol, from the juvenile throat to the warm stomach, his pale gray eyes seem to be covered with a layer of tears, but look carefully, it is not real tears.

He is too beautiful, thin and thin body, between the eyebrows and eyes condenses the most beautiful that a boy can have. However, when it comes to the bridge of the nose and jaw, his tense expression and subsequent indifference make him have the masculinity of a man, although it is still very young. But Anna knew that in the future, this young man will eventually become an outstanding figure beyond Karenin.

At this time, I don't know who played the music.Different from the elegance and elegance of the piano, this music is like the music of the working people, full of vitality and frankness. After a song is played, it becomes a kind of sentimental, like the land covered by the setting sun, which seems to contain the heat and emotion of the sunset.

Anna can't help but drink a glass of wine, her own gray eyes are also a bit foggy, do not know is moved or gratified.

The pungent smell brought her back to reality and coughed gently.

One side of Karenin heard the sound, and his eyes of concern shone on her through the bonfire. At the same time, he moved in his hands, frowned slightly, took down Anna's glass and changed her for a glass of orange juice.

At the moment, courage is like the tide of high tide.

Anna ignored the blame in Karenin's eyes. She put down the orange juice, then took the other party's hand and said warmly, "will you dance with me?"

She remembered that when she went to France, her heart was like a jealous little dog, and she only wanted to surround Karenin and show her white teeth to the women who dared to peep. But she was upset because she couldn't.

And now, here, who can stop her from defending her husband's right to dance. If there is one person in the world who is qualified, it can only be her.

If anyone in the world could force Karenin to do what he was not willing to do, it would be his wife.

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