Chapter 3 third chapter

The next morning, I was awakened by a ray of hot sunlight.The sunlight came in obliquely, shining on my bed, ending the somewhat vague strange dream I was struggling with.In a half-awake state, I tried to shield the persistent heat on my face with my hands, but then I gave up.It was 10 o'clock. I went down to the platform in my pajamas and saw Anna, leafing through the newspaper.I noticed that she was wearing makeup lightly and evenly.She probably never allowed herself a real holiday.Since she didn't pay attention to me, I calmly took a cup of coffee and an orange, sat on a step, and began to enjoy the fun of the morning.I took a bite, and a burst of sweet juice entered my mouth; I immediately took another sip of scalding coffee, and then another bite of cool fruit.The morning sun warmed my hair and flattened the blanket marks on my skin.In 5 minutes, I'm going to take a shower.Then Anna's voice startled me:

"Cecile, don't you want something to eat?" "I like to drink in the morning because..." "You'd have to put on 3kg to look good. Your cheeks are sunken and your ribs are visible. Go get some buttered bread." I begged her not to force me to eat slices of bread, which she just said were essential.Just then, my father appeared in his sumptuous morning coat made of pear flowers. "What a touching scene," he said, "two little brunettes talking about slices of bread in the sun." "There's only one little girl, cough!" said Anna with a smile. Poor Raymond, I'm about the same age as you. "

My father bent down and took her hand. "Always so powerful," he said affectionately.I saw Anna's eyelids flutter as if they were being caressed suddenly. I took the opportunity to walk away, passing Elsa on the stairs.Evidently, she had just woken up, her eyelids were swollen, her face was reddened by the sun, and her lips were pale.I almost held her back and told her that Anna was down there, clean and well maintained.Also told her that Anna would bask in the sun in moderation and would not be harmed.I almost told her to be careful.However, even if I told her clearly, she probably would not listen: she is only 29 years old, 13 years younger than Anna.In her opinion, this is the biggest trump card.

I put on my swimming suit and ran to Xiaowan.To my surprise, Cyril was there, sitting in his boat.He came towards me solemnly, took my hand, and said: "I want to ask your forgiveness for what happened yesterday." "It was my fault," I said. I don't feel embarrassed at all.I was astonished by his solemn look. "I regret it," he said as he pushed the boat into the sea. "It's okay." I said happily. "That's not it." I've jumped on board.He stood shin-deep in the water, with his hands on the gunnels, as if he were on the bench of a courtroom.

Knowing that he would not come aboard until he spoke his mind, I watched him with the necessary attention.Although I was very familiar with his face, I still took another look at him.I think he's 25 and thinks he's a girl seducer.Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing. "Don't laugh," he said, "you know, I regretted last night. Nothing protected you from my attack; your father, that woman, typical... I'm the worst villain, that's one thing ;you can trust me as well... two" He's not funny.I felt that he had a good heart, and was almost in love with me.I myself felt willing to love him.I put my arms around his neck and put my face against his.His body next to mine.His shoulders were broad and muscular.

"Cyril, it's very kind of you." I whispered, "You can be my brother." With a low growl of displeasure, he stretched out his hand and gently dragged me away from the boat.He hugged me tightly.My feet are in the air, and my head rests on his shoulder.At this moment, I love him in my heart.In the morning light he was as lovely, as tender, as golden as I was.He protects me.As his mouth sought mine, I quivered with joy as he did.Our kiss was without remorse or shame, but we searched for too long and were interrupted by Qiannan whispers.I broke free and guerrilla toward the boat.It drifted away and I washed my face in the water to make it look new again... the water was crystal clear.I felt full of happiness all around me, full of wonderful joy.

At half past eleven, Cyril left.My father and his women appeared on the path.He walked between the two women, stretching out his hands graciously to support them one after another-this is his unique character.Anna was still in her dressing gown.She took it off calmly while we watched, and lay down on the sand.She was slender, with long legs, showing only minimal signs of aging. This certainly means years of careful maintenance.I raised my eyebrows and gave my father a look of approval.To my great surprise, he closed his eyes and gave me no answer.Poor Elsa was in dire condition, oiled all over her body.I expect that within a week my father will... Anna turns to me:

"Cécile, why do you get up so early here? In Paris, you sleep until noon." "I have work," I said, "and I'm dead tired." She didn't smile.She only laughs when she wants to.She never smiled out of politeness like everyone else. "What about your exam?" "Missed!" I said cheerfully, "Missed!" "You have to take the make-up exam in October. You have to take it!" "Why?" my father cut in, asking, "I never had a degree. But I live a good life." "You start with some property," Anna recalls.

"My daughter can always find a man to support her," my father said solemnly. Elsa laughed, and stopped laughing when she saw the eyes of the three of us. "This holiday, let her study her homework." Anna said, closing her eyes to end the conversation. I cast a desperate look at my father.He answered me with an awkward smile.I imagined myself facing Bergson's work, the lines of black words leaping into my eyes, and Cyril's laughter below... The thought terrified me.I shuffled over to Anna and called her in a low voice.She opened her eyes.I leaned my restless, pleading face down toward her, and tried to make my cheeks sunken even more to give the appearance of mental overwork.

"Anna," I said, "don't make me do this. Don't make me do my homework in the heat... on this holiday that will give me so much happiness..." She stared at me for a long time, then turned her head away, smiled secretly, and said: "I should let you do this...even in this heat, as you say. I know you, you'll only hate me for two days. And you'll pass the exam." "There are some things I'm not used to." I said seriously. She gave me a smug, haughty look.I lay on the sand again, feeling uneasy.Elsa talks about the festive spirit of the seaside.But her father didn't listen to her.Standing at the height of the triangle formed by the three of them, he cast a slightly focused and unashamed look at Anna's lying profile and shoulders.I am familiar with his look.His hands gently, regularly, and relentlessly opened and closed, closed and opened on the sand.I ran towards the water, grumbling and muttering that I couldn't have had a good few days off, and walked into the water.We have all the ingredients for a tragedy: a man who seduces a woman, a half-genteel woman, a woman with a head.I saw a beautiful shell at the bottom of the water, a pink and blue stone.I dived, fished it up, and held it carefully in my hand until lunch.

I'm sure it's a mascot and keep it around all summer.I drop everything, but I don't know why I didn't drop it.It is still in my hand today.It is rose red and lukewarm.I want to cry when I see it.