Chapter 75

The rain in early summer is not as sentimental as spring. The drizzle gently sticks on the hair and can only judge the direction of rain from the hair that suddenly becomes foggy.

Yesterday's sunshine is like a dream that this morning is the drizzle.

Mr. Gorman and Mr. prokhov went out, and there were only Anna and miss aurea in the shop.

Miss aurea didn't hold books in her usual hands or collate the latest designs for Mr. Gorman. As a matter of fact, it was Mr. Gorman's design draft that she flipped through. It was only that the thick bound one, which could be seen from the paper, was a long time ago.

"Are you going back?" Asked Miss Oria, raising her eyes. Though it was a question, her eyes were peaceful.

"In fact, not yet." Anna said. Although she had understood Miss aurea's choice, she still did not know how to talk to her about it.

This thoughtful little girl must have known that her smile was not very beautiful, and there was a mature expression on her face.

"I want you to stay with me." She pleaded that, because she seldom did so, she could not refuse the request.

Oria looked outside again and said, "it's raining outside, but I don't think it's going to be long. You'd better wait until the rain stops

"OK." Anna said, feeling relieved.

Miss aurea closed the painting. She wanted to make tea, but Anna stopped her: "I'll come."

Miss aurea laughed. "It's not hard work." She gently refused Anna's help.

After a while, the fragrance of tea in the humid air.

The table is close to the window and has a clear view of the outside. Anna noticed that it wasn't like that the other day.

"I told dad to move it." Miss aurea said that she put down the teacup gracefully and gently touched the saucer by the side of her little thumb, which eased the impact a little, making the movement look very elegant.

"I love rain." She said.

Anna doesn't like rain. Rain always makes people feel sad.

"You don't like rain, do you?" Asked Miss aurea.

"I prefer sunny days." Anna replied.

Miss aurea laughed, as if she had foreseen it. After drinking the warm tea, the girl's cheeks also had a warm blush, and she didn't look so pale.

"Most people don't like rain very much." She thought about it for a moment, and then decided, "I didn't like it when I was young, but I did." She laughed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled and made her look like a teenager.

After a while, or by emotion, or something, Anna heard Miss aurea suddenly ask her.

"Have you ever caught snails on a rainy day?"

"No Anna recalled that the rainy season always made her feel powerless, both before and now.

"You can try it next time." Miss aurea suggested, "it's fun to be with your husband."

Anna looked at the girl in front of her, from her delicate eyebrows and eyes to her slightly open lips, which were as light as peach blossom petals, but implied deep feelings.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

Anna's eyes seem to have opened a little gray. "Did Mr. Gorman take you?" she asked, holding back the answer

Miss aurea froze for a moment, looking a little flustered. She raised her hand to reach the little ears of the teacup, but she shrunk again as her skin approached the cooling temperature.

Anna softened her face. She raised her hand and patted miss Oria on the back of her hand to placate her.

Oria's movements stopped, she took a small breath, and then a shy smile.

"He did take me there, but," the girl pauses and her lips curl slightly. "It's my father who makes me fall in love with rainy days."

"Oh, yes, Dad. He's not my own father."

After the initial shock, Anna felt that she would not be surprised any more. So everything makes sense. In this small shop, in addition to the stories of three people, there are other stories that belong to one or two people.

Anna began to take back her arms and listen quietly to the girl's story.

In that story, aurea is the main character. After the death of her father with strong arms, her beautiful mother was adored by a young man with black hair who had never been married. She knew that her mother had always loved her father, who had died of lung disease a few years later.

"He doesn't have to take care of me all the time." Aurea said softly.

"He loves my mother. I'm just a bonus to him. He never even got justice. "Such a relationship, although there is no responsive love, but the person still insists on staying with them. In those years of running away, when the mother constantly missed her father, the black haired young man gradually left a brand in her heart.

A woman with her own love will start to miss, she was too young, just a girl doll. She did not know what love is, so before the beginning of love, what she learned first was not missing, but attachment.

"After mother's death, we went to other places, but we didn't live long because we were in debt. When we were going to move here, things got better. He asked me to call him Dad

"Well, Dad, he's been with me for ten years. I never thought I could live beyond eighteen, but now I wish I could Anna noticed the firmness in Miss aurea's voice, as she spoke in a low voice.

She has always been such a wonderful girl. Fine body, then mature mind, and firmness like this, as well as extraordinary intelligence.

"So," Anna said, questioning with her eyes. She wanted to know whether it was love or not. If so, how unfair it would be to the girl in front of her.

Miss aurea gave a slight exclamation, then laughed and shook her head.

"No, it's not."

She thought for a while and said, "I don't think it's that simple. Maybe I don't know, but what I know is that they are the most important to me."

"Then you are to Mr. prokhov?" Anna asked.

Miss aurea blinked, then felt guilty. "I think I'm more like my mother than my father."

"Mr. prokhov is a good man, and I think he knows all this, but he says nothing. He always said it was because of himself. He took the whole responsibility for himself, and I knew it was not. I, "Miss aurea paused and murmured," I know that. "

"He is a good man and should have his own happiness, which I can't give him. If I grow up a little bit, maybe I can give him love, but I can't accompany him for too long

"Dad, he has taken care of me for too long. He is a man who yearns for freedom, but is willing to let love tie his feet."

"And I, I'm not his love. But he stayed. But now, I, it's time for him to be free. I've been dependent on him for too long. "

"Just like I was worried about prokhov. He is such a good man. In the future, there should be a good girl to love him. "

Oria raised her head, and her eyes were gentle. Anna did not see her showing any confusion.

She may be fragile, a little sad and helpless, but more is gentle and mature. At her age, Anna even felt less mature than her partner.

"Before, I only had dad, but now, I still have him and you."

Oria looked at Anna and laughed again.

"It's not that long, but for me, these experiences are very valuable."

"But these things are not for a lifetime. If I always monopolize them, my guilt will drown me. So, I have to find someone who is completely mine. Even if I ask for anything, it's no burden. "

when the last trace of temperature on the tea cup cools down, the porcelain regains its unique cold feeling. The people who warm them are no longer there, and they are not sad. They just return to their original appearance. Under the bright enamel color, there is still the beauty that can not be covered up.

"It's getting light." Miss aurea said softly. She looked out of the window, then turned back and gave Anna a light smile. "After all, it's summer rain. It won't last long."

Anna had heard this not long ago. At that time, the man who said that he was not brave said the same thing. He laughed frankly and relieved.

Anna really hopes that she has magic power to achieve their wishes, but this is life. What kind of wishes do people have? In the final analysis, who can help others for their whole life, in addition to their own heart to achieve it?

Looking at aurea's clear eyes and smile, Anna thought: originally, among these people, it is their own persistence.

She thinks that love is very important, and the responsibility in marriage can not be shirked. But do not know, this world, in addition to this, everyone also has their own thought of the most important things.

Miss aurea's love had not yet begun, but for her, there was something more important than love.

At the thought of this, she finally vomited out the turbid spirit in her heart and smile:

"when can I meet that person?"

Miss aurea laughed and nodded, "Dad, he will arrange it."

"I'm looking forward to it." Anna said with ease.

The clock has pointed to three o'clock, Mr. Gorman, they should be back soon, and the rain is almost stopped. Only the wet road is quietly telling others that there was a short time of heavy rain before.Anna was about to leave. Just as she was about to speak, Miss aurea's eyes lit up. Then she looked at Anna and blinked. "Here's your husband."

Anna turned around, and sure enough, at the door, a familiar carriage appeared, and the tall man was holding a hand-made black umbrella. When Anna turned around, he looked at each other, and the latter gently nodded at her.

Although there are some accidents, but the smile still appears in the corner of Anna's mouth like the rain on the eaves.

She saw the man come in, carefully put away the umbrella, drops of water in the door neat arrangement, and then in the umbrella tube there quiet.

The moist air made Karenin's hair look like some kind of moss on a rainy day. There was a little fog on it, which made the brown gold deeper.

The dark suit makes his thin body look more straight and straight. When he raises his eyes, he seems to have a tender and tender feeling conveyed from the nod.

Anna knows that it shouldn't be so obvious. Maybe her emotions like her strengthen the feeling, but anyway, she just makes sure that her love really exists. It opened in marriage, not because of the daily trivial and crumbling, but under the protection, stained with rain, become more colorful and brilliant.

For example, at the moment, for reasons she didn't know, he knew she wasn't home at this time. Maybe it's because he went back early and didn't see her. Maybe it's because his smart head guessed that she can't go home so early. The reason is not so important. For now, at least, when her husband approaches her, it doesn't matter.

"Tell Mr. Gorman that I look forward to his arrangement."

Miss aurea answered with a smile.

Karenin nodded to miss Oria to say goodbye. Although he was only faced with an underage girl and her face was still immature, the senior official in Petersburg gave him enough respect.

The delicate and mature soul will never show the trace of gray because of the frailty of the body. In the precipitation of time, it will only become more and more beautiful.

A rational man actually understands this more than his wife's sensibility.

After going out, Anna didn't ask to walk as she did last time.

She came home in a carriage with Karenin. On the way, she told him slowly and calmly the story she had heard during the hour.

There was no complaint, no annoyance. Compared with a few days ago, Anna looks mature.

Karenin naturally discovered the change in his wife, but he said nothing. He just chose to gently hold his wife's hand and listen to her.

When she got home and got out of the carriage, Anna was closer to her husband.

Even in early summer, the rain is still a little sultry. Anna could feel the temperature on Karenin, but she just didn't want to move.

To be honest, Lenin knew that she was in a certain degree of crowding. Therefore, Anna carefully observed her husband, but the latter's habitual wrinkling eyebrows were not wrinkled at the moment.

He is, so smoothly holding the umbrella, eyes carefully looking at the road ahead, gently take her to the clean and smooth road.

Anna was stunned for a moment, because she found that under the umbrella held by the other party, although the sky was covered, because she was a person who trusted and loved, she could still enjoy the view on the ground without the scenery of the sky.

Shallow puddles, occasionally leaping frogs, bright leaves washed by rain, and snails that accidentally press the page low.

All of a sudden, Anna asked foolishly, "Alexis, would you like to accompany me in catching snails on rainy days?"

The steps stopped.

Anna looked up slightly. Although she said it unconsciously, she didn't know why. Now she was a little serious.

"Now?"

Familiar light gullies appear between the eyebrows.

Anna nodded seriously, almost holding her breath. After seeing the other side's relaxed expression, Anna began to breathe naturally again.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Karenin said he pointed out the potential benefits of this idea.

"Snails are useless, and if you do that, you may get sick."

When he saw Anna's smiling face, he swallowed more about the impracticability of the idea, and then asked uncertainly, "do you like snails?"

"No, I don't like it." Anna shook her head.

Karenin was a little relieved, but based on the uncertain character of his wife, he asked.

"So you want to do that?"

"No, I want to go home with you." Anna said. Taking her husband's arm again, her pace became brisk. "I want to go home with you," she affirmed

"I want to have some soup with you. I want hot water and change my wet clothes. Then I want you to read me a story"So they will be healthy for me?"

Although he understood that this was only a joke for his wife, Karenin was serious in his reply.

"Yes, I'll give it to you." He said in a low voice.

The hot water washes away the sadness, and the fog evaporates and stirs. Summer nights don't come so early. As Anna said before, when a comfortable woman needs a hug, she always gets it.

On the soft chair in the bedroom, women's soft gauze skirt falls on the carpet. Compared with the exquisite carpet with complicated lines, the white long skirt appears elegant and casual. The end of the skirt, with the men's dark trousers feet entangled together, enchanting, like swearing something.

But looking up again, the woman was not able to rest on the man's leg.

"Day, Anna." Karenin looked at his wife with reproachful eyes. He still insisted on not changing into home clothes during the day. He just untied his suit coat and still left a white shirt. However, under Anna's insistence, at least his cuff was untied, showing a little forearm.

Therefore, Anna just crossed her legs, with a pillow, leaning against Karenin slightly resentfully, listening to him read some not childish and interesting stories in a tone of bullying.

However, in the early summer, although the skin between some sticky greasy, but the familiar taste still makes people feel at ease.

After the rain stopped, the man stopped studying.

For a moment, Karenin did nothing. He just tilted his head slightly and gazed at his wife's sleeping face.

The little lips closed gently. Unlike himself, Anna's delicate nose was not wrinkled at all near the center of her eyebrows.

Those who were not allowed to be inappropriate were gently removed after the wife fell asleep.

Karenin put down the book, put her hands on Anna's shoulders, and moved his wife's body to his legs with a gentle force that men should not have.

After placing his wife, the man's left hand picked up the book again, and his right hand, after the master's serious thinking, still gently fell on the woman's cheek.

Fingers from the edge of hair down, brushing the side of the ear, revealing his wife's beautiful side face.

The skin is delicate and tender. The left cheek represents the symbol of youth. It will naturally bulge slightly like an apple. If you press the tip of your finger, a small depression will soon be filled up again.

As if he had discovered something, or had such a rare opportunity, the senior official of Petersburg put down his book for the second time.

His eyes looked curiously at his wife's cheek. His fingers with thin cocoons moved slowly on it. Finally, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Because the fingertip finally found the destination.

Gently press down, is the familiar position in memory.

When Anna smiles, she will show her dimples.

The dimples, like the power of a smile, can't help but observe and explore.

After confirming the location, the man blinked his eyes. For a long time, he leaned over and dropped a kiss. Under his eyelashes, his blue eyes showed deep love.

And the owner of the dimple may not know it, or she knows it. Otherwise, who can explain the tight eyes, the corner of the mouth?

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brother ban Bi: play games?

Bambi: OK

Bambi brother: I kiss you when I win, and kiss me when I lose

Bambi: en doesn't notice anything wrong

ten minutes later, Bambi kisses his younger brother 25 times

Bambi: I'm not sure if there is something wrong?.

Bambi's younger brother: no straight face

little Bambi: Well, although I feel something is wrong, I still believe my brother

PS this chapter has been thinking for a long time. I was very touched when I saw the old episode of soul ferry. The father of the blind girl pretended to borrow a usury for her, and the other party said that he would sell his daughter to the kiln, and the father of the blind girl would sell him to the kiln The blind girl was also divorced because of her father, but in order to survive, the blind girl decided to sell herself in. Then I thought of Miss aurea www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!