Chapter 3 Chapter two

He called me Miss Audrey.This title sounds extremely harsh.I subconsciously touched the ring finger of my left hand, which was not wearing a ring. But that doesn't change the facts. "I'm married." I whispered.But telling the truth was more difficult than I thought.I held my breath and carefully uttered these few simple words, but I almost choked at the end.No, I'm not ashamed of being married, and believe me, the wedding itself, and the honeymoon that followed, seemed like an unawakened dream to me.Everything was perfect and I have no regrets.Yes, I came to Venice for my honeymoon, but the other party wasn't with me.No, actually that's not the point.The point is, now Xiao S suddenly appeared.This ex-boyfriend I broke up with a year ago, now with his new girlfriend, suddenly jumped into the saturated world in front of me like a lost and found rabbit in a magician's black top hat.

A year ago, I bid farewell to everything around me and went to study in London. Little S is the only remaining part of my past.For some reason, at that time, I subconsciously felt that I would be closer to him if I went to London-of course, this does not refer to the physical distance, but psychologically.But then even he left me.At that exact moment when my new life was just beginning to unfold, I got an email from him, tearing away all the cloaks of dreams and hopes, telling me brutally that we had no future. We are like two intersecting lines, starting from a distance as far as the two poles of the earth, meeting in the middle, and then walking with our backs without hesitation, striding forward, going further and further away.I'm in London and he's in Minneapolis.We won't even see each other again in our lifetimes.

But the earth is round after all.A year later, the two lifelines intersected again. We came to Venice for vacation at the same time, and hid in the same coffee shop during the heavy rain. Unfinished fate? I forbid myself to continue thinking.I am married.But I don't want to say that fact to their face.I have no intention of showing off.I'm afraid they'll press me for details.Should I be telling the truth?What should I answer?Tell him "hey, your ex-girlfriend is now married to a rich earl, hahaha" or "sorry I suddenly found out that I was a devil, have you had any symptoms of poisoning since I left"?

I better not say anything. But he won't let me go at all. "Scared? Are you married?" Xiao S stared at me dumbfounded, showing a similar expression that was completely unacceptable after hearing that his first love girlfriend got married.I know that according to his character of not turning corners, he will definitely break the casserole and ask the end.I've never been good at lying.I am done. "Congratulations! What's his name? Where is he from? Where is he now? Is he not with you?" Emily looked left and right, shaking her two long wet braids, and asked questions like a cannonball, her big eyes shining brightly. Eyes blinked, like an innocent little girl.

"His name is Vlad, and he is Romanian." I replied truthfully. "We came to Venice together for sightseeing, but he went to see a friend." "He left you alone in the rain to see your friends?" Emily opened her eyes wide, intentionally or unintentionally, and glared hard at Heath beside her, the black-haired boy, who was just like a coffee shop at the moment Like the other guests in the room, he looked at us with interest. My face became redder, and my voice was lowered, "It didn't rain when we parted." "Romanian?" Little S snorted with a stupid sense of superiority deeply rooted in Americans, "Isn't he a gypsy?"

"No." I replied quietly.Honestly, I hate him so much.Compared with Europeans with profound history and culture, they are too ignorant, too impolite, and they always talk about the non-existent American spirit. "How do you know each other? Is he your classmate?" Emily continued to ask.She took off her dripping dark red Gap hoodie and draped it over the back of the chair, pulled the chair closer and sat down.Maybe the indoor temperature is too warm compared to the outside, her face with a few small freckles is red, and her young skin is plump and elastic, just like a delicious apple.So close, I could smell the salt and heat on her skin, the scent of shampoo and body cream wafting through the air, and a distinct scent, the kind of fruity-sweet eau de toilette that little girls wear , not very expensive.

Then two unrelated thoughts popped into my head. 1. Was that perfume given to her by Xiao S? Two, I'm hungry. I was shocked when I found out what I was thinking.I was shocked that after a year, I still couldn't let go of Xiao S's perfume taste, or that I still cared.But in fact, I can't even remember the time I spent with Xiao S at all. wake up!I said to myself—you and him are people from two worlds. It used to be like this, and now there is another leap in the nature of the series.You never even loved him at all - really?But whether the answer is yes or no, the thought is quickly swallowed up by the second thought that follows.

Emily makes me hungry.Her rosy cheeks, her warm breath, and her soft little body wrapped a pure and innocent soul. She moved closer.The strong smell of the mixture hit my brain and I was dizzy.My eyes became blurred, I couldn't focus, I couldn't see Emily's face, but I could clearly see the other's dazzling golden-red long hair, the crystal water droplets on it were jumping and transpiring in the air, Steamy... I stretched out my hand. "Odell, if you don't drink your coffee, it will be cold." A steady voice suddenly startled in my ears, like rumbling thunder coming from ancient times, opening a light in the chaos.Suddenly, I saw the dark-haired boy named Heath standing in front of me, holding my coffee in his hand.

"Oh, thank you." I reached for the coffee cup and brought it to my lips naturally.I was in a trance.I mean, what the hell was I doing just now?What am I thinking?What was the cause of that sudden, irrepressible urge?I looked at Emily in front of me—Little S must have said something just now, the two of them were smiling happily.Others in the coffee shop were talking and laughing, carrying on with what they had been doing before - the old couple still dozed by the window, the Chopstick Brothers were still watching the VCR, the Aussies seemed to be in a better mood, chatting with the owner about yesterday The game at the San Siro in Milan - none of them paid attention to me anymore.

"Would you like milk and sugar?" Heath asked. "Two candies." I took the milk jug from him and his hand touched mine. That moment, again, was like a flashback. He added milk to my coffee, I thought I should say thank you, but when the words came to my mouth, it turned into a surprised—— "Who are you?" "A friend." Heath smiled as the perfectly arched thin lips parted Cupid's curves to show straight white teeth. Strong sense of familiarity.Where have I seen this smile. Or rather, where have I seen this person. He said his name was Heath. I spell his name in my head: Heath Westwin

But I don't have any memory of the name. I'd love to know who he is.Especially, when I saw him again the next day at the hotel. I mean, if the whole "running into my ex and his current girlfriend at the coffee shop" thing wasn't dramatic enough and bad enough, they're still living with me. In fact, they did not live with me.It's all about the sudden downpour (and subsequent flooding). As I have said before, heavy rain is a disaster in itself.