Chapter 76

Mr. Gorman's arrangements are always so quick.

After Anna made that request, it was only the third day that he made arrangements.

Of course, she knew why it was inevitable to part, but she still hoped that time would go a little slower.

They haven't talked about it seriously, but Anna knows that the last thing a proud person needs is sympathy from others, as well as conceited help.

She sat in front of the dresser, touching a pearl necklace in her hand. She thought for a moment, then sighed, put it down and chose another skirt.

A little light color of the little high collar, very beautiful.

She was going to change, but Karenin stopped her.

"What's the matter?" She looked up in disbelief.

"Change it." The man said.

Anna is a little puzzled. Karenin has never expressed any opinions on such matters.

Karenin held her by the shoulder and asked her to look at herself in the mirror before saying, "Anna, a tight neckline is not good. You're anxious. "

After he finished, he picked up the pearl necklace which had been abandoned by Anna and smoothed it carefully. Then he carefully put it on Anna.

Anna couldn't help touching the front end of the necklace. She looked at them in the mirror. Her heart gradually settled down, but she still couldn't help asking, "no matter what happens, at least you won't leave me, will you?"

Karenin did not use any rational words to tell Anna that what she said was stupid. He just calmly gave her the answer she wanted most and the most real answer when she needed it most.

"Yes."

Anna listened and took a deep breath. She couldn't help leaning gently, her cheek against her husband's palm.

The broad and slender fingers, with a little thin cocoon, rubbed on the delicate skin of her face, which was uncomfortable, but after all, it was true and reassured her.

She is like a fish leaving the water grass. Without those entanglements, she will not feel much happy, but a little frightened and uneasy.

"I don't like separation."

"I don't like change either. Although I know that there are more good changes than bad ones. "

"There's always not much that belongs to me, Alexis. But if I hold on too tightly, I'm afraid I'll lose them faster. "

"I've always wanted to have a long-term connection."

"But life is always like this, Anna." Karenin gently raised his hand and stroked Anna's cheek. He allowed his wife to seek his arms like a baby, and he would always allow it, though unskilled.

He is always willing to do his best to solve her puzzles and relieve her anxiety. As long as he has, as long as he can do it, he is not afraid to try.

"I understand." Anna said softly.

She closed her eyes and felt like a small boat floating on the sea, even the mast was shaking. She tries to balance, but she doesn't know if it can be achieved. Until there is a big ship in front of her, it does not even say anything, just let her see, then, many times that is comparable to all pacification.

Karenin, her husband, as long as he is here, where Anna can see him. Her anxiety will always ease.

That's why she loves him. Even if the truth has been understood, but if someone tells you with such a calm tone, and in addition, provides you with a hug and a harbor, then even the things that have been afraid of, will always be overcome.

In the evening, Anna found a fact that there are some coincidences in the world.

Like now. In the Grand Hotel in Petersburg, Anna is not seated yet. She is stunned when she sees the man opposite. After all, it wasn't long ago.

"You are"

the man was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he got up and smile. Compared with that day's cramped, now he seems more relaxed, the whole person is like the breeze after the rain, has not hurt people's warmth.

"Do you know each other?" Asked Mr. Gorman, raising his eyebrows slightly. He was wearing a slim suit, looking a little thin, but his eyes were still bright and with a trace of unique arrogance.

People like him seem to be born for the vast stage of Petersburg. No one could have imagined that this man, who seemed to be created for freedom and randomness, chose such a path to be bound. But it won't be long, they all know.

Anna blinked and let the little bit of sadness go with the wind, and then she laughed: "a little story."

"Do you mind sharing it with us?" Mr. Gorman said that the smile was more entertaining and dramatic than the usual meaning of the smile itself.

"After all, it's always nice to start with a story."

"Do you want to tell or shall I?" Asked the gentleman, strathoff, gently. Very gentlemanly.Anna looked at each other in surprise and said, "can you come?"

Mr. strakhov nodded, and he began to tell the episode. At the end, he even looked at Miss aurea with a smile.

"But I didn't think it would be more suitable for you now."

Anna followed Mr. strakhov's eyes to miss aurea, who had her brooch on today. It is the shape of Swan, simple but full of romantic color.

Miss aurea gently touched the swan's neck, then raised her eyes and smile: "I like the story you told."

"In fact, that's what my daughter Galina suggested." The tone is gentle, and there is a little sincerity in the eyes that does not belong to this age.

Miss aurea looked at the little girl and once again said positively, "I like it."

The little girl blushed, gave a shy smile like a doll, and then whispered, "I hope you like my father better in this way."

Aurea did not blush like a teenage girl, but approached Galina and gently answered in the little girl's ear. Although Anna couldn't hear what aurea said, the shining eyes of the little girl must have satisfied her idea.

She raised her eyes to her husband, who felt her gaze. Under the table, Karenin gently pulled Anna's hand and let go.

He did it so naturally that Anna, who was a little surprised, was stunned for a moment, and then, soon, a smile appeared on her face again.

When she looked up again at Mr. Strahov and miss aurea, she found that she had noticed more. For example, questioning and eye contact, Mr. strakhov, who is much older than aurea, does make the former comfortable.

On her way home, Anna, sitting in the carriage, suddenly exclaimed, "Mr. strakhov is not the best, but perhaps he is the most suitable one for Miss aurea."

"Like that brooch."

"People like him, whose clothes are of high quality but not up-to-date, are kept very well and look very comfortable and decent. He gave his daughter from top to bottom, but they were all brand new. At the neckline, he chose the most suitable fabric for children, which was obviously changed

Anna pauses, then looks at Karenin and smiles, because the other side gently holds her hand as before, and what Anna has to do is to make the gesture more intimate.

With her slender fingers clasped with her big hands, Anna knew that Karenin would always allow such intimacy when no one was watching.

"Alexey, a mild-natured man like him, who has no great pursuit of material things, opens his mouth to us for the brooch. It can be seen that he really takes Miss aurea in his heart."

"But he didn't succeed, did he?" Said Karenin calmly.

Anna blinked her eyes. She knew that Karenin did not know the answer. In doing so, he was more in his own way, gently untiing a little melancholy in her heart.

She raised her other hand and covered it on her clasped hands. It was like a child's game of tying knots. She pretended to have such a thin rope, which fluctuated with her fingertips in the air. Every word she said, she untied a knot.

"But he tried. If he must have got it in any way, a man so strong, I think, is not so suitable for Miss aurea. But, "Anna looked up with a smile," he gave up to get it, but he also chose another unique gift for her. "

"Mr. Strahov and miss aurea are very much alike in this respect."

"Love may have only one form, but marriage, after all, has a variety of ways to operate, isn't it?"

"I agree with you on that, Anna." Karenin thought for a moment and then said.

"A well managed marriage is not so bad, even if at first they were not so well matched. But the reason why love has to survive in marriage is that in a long time, as long as the fast people are willing to wait, and the slow ones are willing to speed up their pace, in the end, they can walk side by side. " Anna said.

She said it in a slightly inclined position, and so did her husband.

I don't know when it started. It became so natural that even Karenin himself did not know that his most habitual posture was to face others.

This is not only a matter of politeness, but also a matter of control.

His official position determines that this posture is the best point of view, and his personality determines that before the marriage begins, almost no one can make him deflect his body. Listening to language, answering, moving time away from public property and infiltrating into another person's life in an uncomfortable but willing manner."If I really want something, will you do everything you can to get it for me?" Anna asked suddenly.

"Within reasonable limits, yes."

Anna laughed when she heard her husband's answer, which was expected.

"I tell you, Alexis." She was close to each other's lips, breathing, gazing into each other's blue eyes, trying to joke in a sweet, greasy tone, "next time, if you're going to get a lady's kiss, you'd better change the answer."

"Tell me, you'll do everything you can to get it for me."

"The warrior can win the princess's heart, not because he is handsome, but because he is willing to fight for each other's courage."

Then after she said this, she pursed her mouth and nibbled at the man's lower lip. Is waiting for her to be satisfied with the release, the man raised his left hand around her waist.

Anna's waist is very thin, thanks to those exercises, she is a little stronger than when she first arrived, even her skin has become better. No one has been there yet, but husbands always know.

Karenin tightened his arm. His right hand was raised and stroked from the skin beside his wife's ear. The skin there was delicate and delicate, like good lanolin, which would be very sensitive after being caressed carefully.

After feeling a slight tremor on each other's skin, the husband slid his right hand down slowly. Finally, he stayed on the side of his wife's neck.

His thumb rubbed against his wife's delicate clavicle, and the position of the tiger's mouth narrowly crossed his tender shoulder.

In the process, he didn't say anything, and Anna was so surprised that she couldn't do anything except let her do what she wanted.

It was so quiet in the air that the molecules slowed down.

The sparkling sound of the carriage sounded outside, as well as the shaking caused by the rolling wheels. But in the man's eyes, Anna felt that the time was still.

At this moment, she felt that even her own life was like being frozen. Under such a sight, she felt like a beautiful artwork, being played by each other.

"Yes." She gently gracious a syllable out, almost unconscious, but did not seem to break anything.

The man did not seem to be disturbed, his eyes were still meticulously enjoying the skin on the side of Anna's neck. For a long time, when Anna felt the heat, she finally heard the voice of Karenin.

Deep, calm, but not allowed to refute.

"I won't be a warrior, Anna, but your kiss can only be mine."

Anna looked at the person in front of her.

His brown and golden hair, refracted by light and shadow, is like a needle on moss in a pine forest. After falling off, it is soaked by rain and evaporated again. It has a different softness.

He should never have said that, but he did. Anna knows. Of course she knows. Because that pair of eyes, always like to look at her eyes calmly, at the moment, it is really slightly drooping.

Under the long eyelashes, it looks like the Bush in the dark forest, blocking all the expression of the host.

This kind of words, if it is a child, is usually looking up with a pair of big round eyes, fearlessly asked. If he is an adult, if he is stubborn, he is mostly with some kind of strong command; if he is soft, he is mostly with a gentleman's request.

But none of this applies to Karenin.

He had no restraint, no blush, a calm voice, a low voice, not strong enough, but with a certain possessiveness.

It was a joke. Anna knew she was as smart as Karenin, but that's what he said. It's like a request.

Karenin almost never asked Anna for anything, in the real sense.

His identity, status, and everything he owned made him habitually known as the giver, rather than what he got from others, which had nothing to do with his work but only to satisfy his selfish desires.

But in this joke, he asked Anna.

Anna used to give. She was not very lucky at the beginning of her life. In order to make life better, she used to give and give. She should have been used to it until she met Karenin.

After her marriage, she tried to give everything she had to each other, but she knew in her heart that it was nothing.

In this era, her appearance and her wealth did not really belong to her. She can never become that kind of big woman, can't change the times, she can never do a lot. And what she had, the most precious, was nothing more than a heart and soul.

She was just "giving", and she never thought that one day, Karenin would "want" with her.

It made her feel that what she had was really so precious. So cherished and valued that even a man like Karenin needed to ask her."You always," she said with a slight smile, a little foggy in her eyes, "that moved me so easily, Alexis." She said softly, like a lack of words, after a long deliberation, there was still no better alternative.

Anna raised her hands. She held the man's cheek with her most cherished look.

At this moment, the 14-year-old between them is just like the dew on the leaves in the morning. It seems that it will hinder the sunlight from shining on the leaves. However, as long as there is enough time, the dew is just insignificant. There will always be a point in time, they will be absorbed by the leaves, become nutrients for the growth of the leaves, in a certain season, on the tender green stems and leaves, will tremble to open a small flower, used to express thanks to the sun.

"Before, I thought, to this world, I was so ordinary, even some humble, small, fragile and helpless, as if the wind blew, I would lose my direction. Sometimes, I really feel a little sad. But now, as long as you have me in your eyes, I don't think the whole world is so important. "

"Alexis, you are my husband, you make me feel so happy, so of course you can ask that I belong only to you, just as I also want you to belong to me forever."

Belonging is a attributive word.

Anna's life is not lack of happiness and laughter, but only the lack of this word.

No matter how close, in the final analysis, as an independent individual, a person can claim that another person belongs to himself without any burden, and only marriage has such a sacred right.

You belong to me, I belong to you. Equality is compatible, but in the years, more and more traces of happiness have been derived.

And these romantic and emotional words, no matter how beautiful, are always more realistic than the softest kiss at that time.

It's like Karenin, her husband.

Anna thought: he treats the law and justice of the world with reason. He is calm and harsh. Ordinary people usually flinch when they see all this. They judge him to be a cold person and dare not touch him lightly again. In fact, as long as you do that, you will find that this rational man has a soft place in his heart. It's like the grass that has been kissed by the spring breeze, like the sparkling lake on a sunny day, the first flower sticking out after the snow melts on the high mountain after the cold weather. It is a little lonely, not very beautiful, but strong, so that people can't help smiling. Although less, but after all, it is unexpected scenery, which makes people surprised but full of moving.

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Andre's flattered little theater

little Bambi just learned to speak, Andre came on holiday

Andre: call brother

little Bambi: cluck

Andre: great joy, tell everyone that he will call my brother!

Anna took lakarene's sleeve and said, "do you want to tell him in a low voice?

Karenin: Pondering over things without evidence, he won't believe it.

ten minutes later, Karenin, holding Bambi in his arms, pointed to a koji and asked

Karenin: what is this?

Little Bambi: sucking his finger, chuckling cleverly

Andre:

Karenin: he also learned to say a word, and then he would cry like this when he saw anything. So I usually taught him to call his brother after he called his father, because he usually didn't touch the word very much www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!