You vainglorious woman.-1

"I'm not leaving you behind."

I said it solemnly and it was indeed the truth.

For a long time after Louis left, I always dreamed about him.

I dreamt that he and I were standing in a rare snowy day in the south, and I reached out to catch a falling snowflake and watched it melt in the palm of my hand. Louis was very afraid of the cold, his cheeks were frozen white, but his fingertips were glowing red.

I threw a small ball of snow at him, all ready to defend myself, but he just smiled at me and then suddenly disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

I realised with hindsight that Louis meant more to me than I had originally thought.

But I really never got in touch with him again, Louis' face in my dreams getting more blurry by the day, and finally, I went to college, to new surroundings, and met more and more people.

Time is like dust, I can not contact him, I can not feel his existence, so I do not know how to forget him, this is a common thing in the world.

Louis has gradually become a distant dream, sealed in my memory by dust.

Sometimes when I think about it, I still feel in a trance.

How did he suddenly pull out of my life? Has he recovered from his illness? Is there any chance that I will ever see him again?

Once upon a time, the answers to these questions were all unknown to me.

Until I suddenly received a phone call from Louis, saying that he had returned to China and was in Shanghai, breathing the same air under the same sky as me. Perhaps the humid wind I had felt in the morning had blown to him in the afternoon.

This is a very wonderful feeling, like the rain in Shanghai in June, fine and dense, little by little, filling up the small piece of my heart that has been empty for a long time of barrenness, but then on the contrary, other emotions grow.

--I am afraid.

Yes, I am afraid.

I'm afraid that the feelings of the past have gone up in smoke, that I'm the only one who is stuck in the past and can't get out.

I was afraid of meeting Louis, because now it was as if he had leapt to another world, while I was still crawling in the mud of the red earth, not being able to get out of it.

When I stood in front of him, I always felt a sense of inferiority and self-loathing.

But it wasn't Louis' fault.

So I hate myself even more.

Louis wasn't a fool, he probably saw how unnatural I was in front of him, but it's not like the alienation that comes with time and distance can be erased overnight.

When I thought he was as helpless as I was, Louis locked me in his house.

With such a simple and almost absurd means, our invisible barrier was broken, and then the memories flowed back through time, converging into an ocean at this very moment.

I told myself, this time, I will not lose Louis.

Looking at Louis' face with his usual pretty smile, I still carefully put that question out, "Actually, I was just going to ask Henry, why exactly did you leave the country back then?"

Louis froze slightly and lowered his eyelashes, the light under his eyes suddenly darkening.

But it was only for a moment, and soon he pulled up a faint smile, ''You knew back then, it was to go out for a cure.''

Louis was lying.

I had spent too much time with him to know that he would subconsciously lower his eyes when he lied, as if he was shielding his tumbling emotions.

Not to mention I'd heard so much of it before

Intuition told me that the truth was far more complicated than the parts that had surfaced today.

But Louis didn't want to talk about it, and I wasn't going to push him.

The two vials of anti-inflammatory medication were quickly administered and I drove Louis home, again following the doctor's orders to the letter and instructing him to take his medication.

The gauze on his hand needed to be changed once every two days, and during that time, the wound could not touch water.

Louis smiled, "Don't listen to him, it's not that serious."

I glared at him, "Touching water inflames the wound and makes it easy to get infected, it will also leave a scar."

"... Faye"

"If you dare to disobey the doctor's advice, be careful I'll beat you up."

"Okay."

I suspected that Louis might be a bit of a jittery M. Obviously, he was threatened by me, but the corners of his eyes were filled with a watery smile.

When he's not smiling, he's a cold cutie, slightly bland, but when he's smiling, there's something magnificent between his eyes, and suddenly he's vibrant and colourful.

Oooooh, I love the cutie, I even a little greedy his body.

In the evening, Louis's assistant and driver sent my things packing.

Compared to Louis's huge flat flat, my stuff was pitifully small, I sorted out my clothes one by one and put them in the wardrobe, surprisingly it only took up less than a quarter of the space in that huge wardrobe.

Dumbbells and tension ropes were placed in a corner of the open space in the living room, and the tripod and computer were placed on the desk.

The camera had already been shattered by Louis, and I only managed to salvage one memory card.

Louis pursed his lips and whispered, "I'll buy a camera to pay you back."

The voice was full of apologies.

"No need." I raised my right hand and waved it at him, "You even bought me a bracelet, this will buy two cameras."

Louis frowned, "This is a gift, that's compensation, it's not the same."

"but..."

"Faye, this is all littlel money." Louis smiled gently, "If you don't want to, take the camera as a gift too."

Fine.

Buying a camera that cost tens of thousands of dollars really wasn't a lot of money to Louis.

The next day, Louis came back from the office and brought me a brand new Hasselblad H6D-400C MS, along with matching long and short focal length lenses.

He said, "I asked someone from the photography department to help you with it, so try it on to see if it fits."

I took the camera carefully, not wanting to try it out, just wanting to offer it up.

In this way, I lived a life as if I had been adopted by a gold master. During the day Louis went to the company to deal with his work, I just lay at home while brushing up on variety shows and eating snacks, sleeping when I was sleepy, and climbing up to lift iron when I felt like I had eaten too much.

Of course, Louis didn't really lock me in bed, nor did he confiscate my mobile phone again.

There was a project group in my ex-company that I forgot to back out of, and surprisingly no one kicked me out, I watched them discuss the progress of the project in there every day, and then one day, someone actually pulled Henry in.

I stared at his WeChat avatar for half an hour, but I still couldn't decide whether to add him as a friend.

Louis told me to stay away from Henry, and my intuition told me that I should listen to him on this matter.

But I wanted to find out what happened back then, so I asked a few of my high school friends who were still familiar with me about it, and they were even more confused than I was: "What? Didn't Louis go out back then because his family was too rich?"

Me: "..."

As expected of Louis, his family handled the aftermath very well

Mary, the former class president, sent an emoticon before saying:

"Come on, Faye, when Louis was the flower of the highbrow, he looked so mild-mannered, but no one could actually get close to him. The only person in our class who played well with him was you, so how can we possibly know what you don't know?"

I was unconvinced, "I remember one winter, Louis came to you for lunch one Sunday."

Mary scoffed, "How can you remember such a trivial thing so clearly? Faye Yu, I could tell you liked Louis, right?"

"Nonsense."

I held my mobile phone, my face reddened, but when I thought of Lily, my eyes dimmed again.

"Sister, Louis invited me to dinner because he wanted to learn how to knit a scarf from me, okay? And didn't he knit that scarf and it was around your neck the next week? Really, what kind of time-travelling jealousy is this ..."

I was stunned, the memories of eight or nine years ago suddenly broke through the cover of time and clearly appeared in front of my eyes.

That year, the school suddenly particularly popular hand-knitted scarves, the simplest flat knitting method are not popular to wear, the more fancy the better, but also to be the kind of furry line.

But I have a pair of very clumsy hands, always knitting is not good, depressed for a few days.

Then, the next week, Louis suddenly came to me with a soft, goose-yellow scarf with a faint citrus scent.

He told me that the scarf was a Christmas present for me.

I racked my brain to think of a return gift, but in the end Louis asked for nothing and just took the scarf, which I had knitted in a mess.

Taking a step back from my memories, I noticed a few more messages popping up on WeChat from my former baseball team buddies.

"Fay, I heard that Louis has returned to Carron and opened a company , is that true?"

"You pull Louis into the group."

I scrolled up, and sure enough, there were already people discussing about Louis in the group one after another.

I thought about it and sent him a message, "Are you busy right now?"

Louis replied back in seconds, "Not busy."

I froze for a moment: "Oh ... former high school classmates, let me pull you into the classmates group, you see if you are willing."

"Good."

Louis was concise and the next second he was pulled into the group by me. The messages that had been swiping upwards stopped for a few seconds, and then more heated discussions erupted.

"Shit, love head!!!"

"Fay, you better explain what's going on with you and Louis!"

It was only then that I reacted with hindsight.

Louis' original avatar was a plain white one, and his nickname was two words, Louis; while my avatar was a fancy dressed Samoyed, and my nickname was Beautiful Girl Strongman.

As a result, two days ago, I am now at home, I saw a circle of friends a college student sister in the drawing avatar, to their own sick father to raise medical expenses, and the style of painting I happen to like very much, so I intend to make a date.

And thought I now live in Luis's house, eat Luis's soft rice, so asked him for a photo, let that sister to him also painted one.

When I received the avatar, Louis seemed to be in a very happy mood, not only did he change it right away, but he also reimbursed me for the cost of the avatar appointment.

I quickly refused, "No, it wasn't much money in the first place."

Just half a minute after the message was sent, I received a text message reminder: Your bank card with the tail number xxxx has been credited with $100,000 and has a balance of $103,200...

Me: "!

I took a screenshot and messaged Louis: "???"

He replied me: "Well, you can spend this month's salary slowly, if you don't have enough, call me again."

what?

I settled down and sincerely commented to Louis, "It's very much like you've adopted me."

Louis seemed a little busy and it took a while before he got back to me, "If you want to think so, that's fine."

I burst into tears.

Is this what it feels like to be a softie? So happy.

It's true that I don't have a very good stomach, so I should still eat something soft.

I'm getting ahead of myself, anyway, I can only argue feebly at this moment, ''This is the avatar that Louis and I dated together, the same artist drew it ...''

Louis: "Right."

Everyone: "Oh~~"

I feel that the more I describe the darker, was about to change the subject, WeChat suddenly popped up a friend application.

I clicked on it.

[Henry] sent you a friend request through the group chat "Chun Bo Phase 1 Project Team 2", do you agree?