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"How are you feeling?" "My God, can't you see it?" I just grinned like an idiot.Based on this "symptom", his London doctor will still be unable to make a diagnosis of my "happy heart"? ——Is it really necessary for me to dance ballet all over the clinic? "I can't say it in medical terms. It seems that your medicine doesn't have a special term for expressing joy." The other party still did not respond.Can't the London doctor even say the bare minimum of "Congratulations"? "Doctor, I'm so excited that I'm floating! It's flying like a national flag on National Day!"

Of course, I also know that the last two sentences are actually nothing more than clichés.But God, I'm so excited, I can't help but want to discuss with people.Even if it's not a discussion, let me say that it's good to be proud of it.After years of numbness, I finally have some so-called human feelings.How should I express this meaning so that a psychiatrist can understand it? "You see, Doc, we're both in love with each other. There's an emotional bond forming between us. There's blood flowing in the old stone man." "These are just introductions," the London doctor began.

"No, that's where the real problem is," I persisted. "Don't you understand the joy in my heart?" There was a silence.Why was it so easy for him to understand my pain before, but now that I am in a happy mood, he seems indifferent?I stared at him blankly, wanting to ask him for an answer. He just threw a sentence: "Let's talk about it at five o'clock tomorrow." I jumped up and ran outside. We left Vermont at a quarter past seven that day, stopped twice for coffee, gas, and kisses, and arrived at her baroque, castle-like home by eleven-thirty.A janitor came and picked up the car.I grabbed her hand and held her tightly in my arms.

① Baroque architectural style, popular in Europe and Latin America in the mid-17th to 18th centuries.It is characterized by exaggerated posture, the pursuit of luxury, and the creation of a mysterious atmosphere. "Where is someone watching!" She objected.But I didn't want to break free either. "This is New York. Who cares about that shit." We kissed.As I expected, there is no one in the huge New York to take care of us.Except ourselves. "Let's meet again at lunch," I said. "But now it's time for lunch." "That's great. We're on time."

"I've got things to attend to," Marcie said. "What's the rush—your boss is on good terms with me." "But you have no official business? Your barrister is out, who will defend civil rights?" what!Where does she want to wait for me here?Don't think about it! "Marcie, I'm here to pursue happiness, and that's exercising my basic rights." "But you can't do it on the street." "Then let's go upstairs ... and have an Ovaltine." ① A brewed drink similar to malted milk.Ovaltine is a trade name. "Mr. Barrett, hurry up and go back to your shift, file a lawsuit when you need to, do whatever you need to do, and come back for dinner later."

"When?" I asked impatiently. "It's time for dinner!" She said and wanted to go inside.But I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. "I am hungry." "If you're hungry, you have to wait until nine o'clock." "It's half past six," I paid her back. "Eight-thirty," she cut the price herself. "Seven o'clock," I said, still step by step. "Eight o'clock, it can't be earlier." "You're really good at bargaining," I said to her, but I actually agreed. "I've always been a tough woman," she said with a smile, and quickly got into the iron gate of the huge castle.

As soon as I stepped into the elevator in the office building, I was yawning.We only closed our eyes for a short while, but the result did not see the color until this time.And I got all wrinkled all over.I bought a cheap razor once when we stopped for coffee and sort of shaved.But the vending machines have no clothes to sell.So I have done something good, you can see it on my face and body, and I can't escape it. "Ah, here comes Mr. Romeo," cried Anita. Who the hell told her that? "Don't you have 'Alfa Romeo' embroidered on your sweater? I think that's your name. You're definitely not Mr. Barrett. Mr. Barrett always comes to work at dawn of."

"I overslept today," I argued, and decided to hide in my suite. "Oliver, be ready, don't be surprised." I stopped. "what happened?" "The florist sent an army of flower deliverers here today." "what?" "You can't smell it so close?" I walked into the suite, which used to be my office, but now it was like a flower show.There are clusters of flowers everywhere.Even my desk is now literally a... a rose-bed T. "Which lady is in love with you," Anita sniffed, smelling the fragrance at the door. "Is there a card?" I asked her, praying secretly: don't ask her to open it and read it!

"It's on the roses—on your desk," she said. I went to take it over to have a look: thank God, the envelope was sealed, and the word "Dearly" was written on it. "That envelope was so thick," Anita said. "I pondered for a long time in front of the bright light, but I didn't see a single word." "You go to lunch," I smiled at her with a half-smile, and sent her away. "What's the matter with you, Oliver?" she asked, looking me over. (My shirt is a bit of a mess, but nothing else. I checked it myself.) "What do you mean, Anita?"

"Why did you forget to pin me today and ask: Is there a phone? Is there a phone?" I ordered her again: go to eat quickly, and go outside with a smiley face.Don't forget to put a "Do Not Enter" sign on the doorknob for me when you go out. "Where do we get such a brand here? Look clearly, this is not a motel!" She left after she finished speaking, closing the door behind her. I nearly tore the envelope into several pieces when I opened it.Here's what it says on the card: I don't know what flower you love But I can't let you down. love you Ma

I smiled and grabbed the phone. "She's in a meeting. Please leave your name so I can report." "I'm her Uncle Abner," I tried to sound like an old uncle.After waiting for a while, I only heard a click, and suddenly a boss voice appeared on the other end of the phone. "Hey?" It's Marcy, and that voice is so refreshing. "Why do you have such a hot voice?" "I'm in a meeting with managers on the West Coast." Aha, it turned out to be with high-level people.Stay with the bosses.It was in front of them, no wonder it was installed like a big three-door refrigerator. "I'll call you back later," Marcie said, sounding anxious, afraid of spoiling her icy image. "I can say a few words," I said. "It's really hard to send you flowers with all my heart..." "That's good," she replied. "I'll get in touch with you later..." "I have one more thing to say. I say your jade legs are really wonderful..." There was a sudden click.Damn, hang up the phone before I finish speaking. I choked in my heart, only feeling groggy, and my whole head seemed to be numb. "Is he dead?" I was in a daze, and gradually regained a little consciousness, and I could understand a little bit when I heard people talking.The voice sounded like Barry Pollack—a recent law school graduate who hadn't been working at the firm yet. "He seems to be in good health this morning." This is Anita, who seems to be playing the role of a close friend of the deceased, and is likely to compete for the Academy Award. "How did he get into this?" Barry asked. I straightened up and sat down.Goodness, I fell asleep on my bed of roses! "It's you guys," I greeted vaguely while yawning, just saying that taking a nap on the desk is my old habit. "Next time you come in, you have to knock on the door first, remember?" "We knocked," Barry said nervously. "We knocked for a while. Seeing that you didn't answer, we opened the door and came in. We thought you wouldn't...well, um...would you be uncomfortable?" Bar." "I'm fine," I said, nonchalantly brushing the petals off my shirt. "I'll get you some coffee," Anita said and backed out. "What's the matter, Barry?" I asked. "Um...um...it's the case of the local education board. The case...um...um...is arranged to be prepared by you and me." "That's right," I suddenly remembered that there is another world here, and I am a lawyer in this world. "Didn't we make an appointment to meet and study it?" "Yeah, the appointment is at three o'clock today," Barry rummaged through the papers in his hands, standing with his feet left or right. "Okay, see you at three." "Uh... I'm afraid it's half past four now," Barry said with trepidation, hoping that the punctual timekeeping wouldn't annoy me. "It's half past four? My God!" I jumped up. "I've done some research..." Barry thought the meeting had already started, so he let him talk. "Slow! Hey, Barry—well, let's meet and study tomorrow, okay?" I said and walked towards the door. "Some of it?" "It's up to you—we'll have the case first in the morning." "How about eight thirty?" I hesitated.According to my original work plan in the morning, the case of the local education board is really not number one. "No. I have to meet with... a company manager. Let's make it ten o'clock." "it is good." "Ten thirty is more appropriate, minibus." "it is good." I hurried to the door and heard him muttering secretly: "I really did a lot of research..." I arrived at the doctor's place early, but I was eager to leave quickly.The London doctor isn't talking to me today, and besides, I have other important things to attend to.For example, you need to get your hair done.You have to go to the closet to pick out a set of clothes.By the way, do you want to wear a tie today? Also, do you want to bring your toothbrush? Unfortunately, there are still two or three hours to wait.So I went for a run in Central Park to pass the time. And it's also convenient to pass in front of her house.