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"Oliver, you can't go—I'm going to be ruined if you go." "Don't worry, you'll be fine. There's no need to be so nervous." We took a taxi to the airport, bumpy and potholed, and I tried to talk Barry Pollack down so he could settle down and get ready for his court appearance. "But Ollie, why did you do this? Why did you suddenly pat your ass and leave everything to me at this moment?" "You've got it. You've learned the facts of this case by heart." "I do know the material well. But Oliver, I'm a far cry from you when it comes to arguing in the courtroom, grasping a point and making a point of it. They'll make a fool of me. Tell me to fight." We will lose this case!"

I comforted him and taught him some tricks, how to avoid the opponent's fierce attack if it is difficult to deal with.Remember, you must speak clearly, slow down your rhythm as much as possible, and use a moderate voice if possible. Some experts who testify in court must be called "doctors" to win their favor. "Oh, I'm so scared. Why do you have to go back to Denver at this hour?" "Because I can't help it, Baal. I can't be more specific." We were silent and anxious, sitting in this bumpy car and running for miles. "Hi Al?" "What's the matter, Barr?"

"If I guess what's going on, you can tell me all about it, won't you?" "Okay, let's talk after you guessed it." "It's an object. It's a fairy-like object. Isn't it?" Just then the airport building arrived.The car hadn't stopped yet, and half of my body was already out of the car door. "Hey, am I right?" Barry asked. "It's an object, isn't it?" Oliver, who was smirking so much that he almost turned into a laughing cat, put his hand in the car window and shook hands with his junior colleague to say goodbye.

"Hi—good luck to you and me all." As soon as I turned around, I went straight to the ticket gate.God bless you, Barry—you look so nervous, but you don't know that my heart is beating too. Because I went to Marcy without notifying her in advance. As soon as the plane landed in Baizhang Mountain City (the cheerful pilot always called Denver "Bai Da Mountain City"), I grabbed my suitcase, found a taxi driver who seemed to be able to drive a speeding car, and told him Said: "Go to the Brown Palace Hotel. Please drive as fast as possible." "Then please put your hat on, boy," he answered me.Sure enough, I was right.

At nine o'clock in the evening (that is, eleven minutes later), the car arrived at the Brown Palace Hotel, an old hotel in Denver.The lobby of the hotel is very large, and the transparent semi-circular dome is quite "end of the century" style.The ground is stepped down layer by layer, with a large garden in the middle.Looking up at the empty sky outside the roof, even the head will be dizzy. From the phone call she made, I already knew what room she lived in.I asked the service desk to keep the suitcase, and then walked quickly to the seventh floor.I didn't call first to report.

As soon as I reached the seventh floor, I took a short break to catch my breath (the altitude here is too high), and then I knocked on the door. For a long time no one answered. Finally a man came out.People, on the other hand, are good-looking and talented.But it is completely a "butter niche" accent. "What can I do for you?" Who is this guy?Hearing his accent was not a native of Denver.This kind of unauthentic English seems to be spoken by Mars. I answered him, "I'm going to talk to Marcy." "Sorry, she's busy right now." What are you doing?Could it be that I just ran into something ugly?This guy looks a little too pretty.When a well-behaved person saw this pair of eyebrows, everyone would wish to give him a fist.

"Anyway, I want to see her when she's busy, and even more so when she's not busy," I said. In terms of stature, he is nearly two inches taller than me.The clothes fit him so well that it seemed as if the roots had grown on him. "? Have you made an appointment with Miss Binningdale in advance?" Hearing his "Mm", it seemed that he did not hesitate to use force. Before I could talk to him again, let alone start with him, a female voice came from the back room. "What's the matter, Jeremy?" "It's nothing, Marcie. A little misunderstanding, someone came in rashly."

He turned around again. "Jeremy, I didn't come here on the brink," I said. "My old parents wanted me to come into this world." I don't know if my witty words had an effect, or the threatening tone in the words calmed him down, anyway, Jeremy backed away One step, let me in the door. There was a small corridor after entering the door, and I strode forward, thinking that Marcie would not know how she would react when she saw me.I don't know what she is doing right now. In the living room was a room full of figures in gray flannel. ①Sloan Wilson published a novel "The Man in Gray Flannel" in 1955.The people in the gray flannels mentioned in the novel are all company managers or senior employees.

That is to say, the room is full of executives here and there, each with an ashtray in front of him, smoking cigarettes thoughtfully, or eating boxed sandwiches to satisfy his hunger. Sitting behind the desk, who was neither smoking nor eating (nor undressed, as I feared), was Marcie Binningdale.It turned out that she was very busy, and she was there... on her business. Jeremy asked her, "Do you know this gentleman?" "Of course I do," Marcy said, smiling.But she didn't fly into my arms like flying: all my dreams along the way have come to nothing. "Hello," I greeted her. "Sorry, I probably interrupted."

Marcy glanced around, and then said to her subordinates, "I'm sorry, I'll come as soon as I go." She led me into the hallway.I grabbed her hand, but she stopped me gently, not letting me go beyond this limit. "Hi—what are you doing here?" "I think you may need a friend by your side. So I will come to accompany you, and I will leave after you finish the matter." "Then what about your appearance in court?" "Whatever. It's not important to you." I put my arms around her slender waist. "Are you crazy?" she said in a low voice, but never in the slightest sense of anger.

"Yes. It's crazy. It's a single person who sleeps in a double bed and sleeps crazy—no, it's not a sleeper. It should be said that he is crazy because he can't sleep all the time. How can he not be crazy? Without you to eat three Plywood-like bread, old-fashioned hard-boiled eggs, I think you're going crazy at the dining table. How can you not be crazy, I..." "Hello, friend," she pointed to the back room, "I'm in a meeting." Whether the managers and gentlemen can hear you or not.I just yell. "...Although you are busy with business, Mr. President, I don't think you don't feel lonely like crazy..." "Asshole!" She put a stern look on her face and said in a low voice, "I'm in a meeting." "I understand you're busy, Marcie. Well then—you don't have to rush, just go about your business, and when you're done, come to my room and I'll be waiting for you." "I don't know when this meeting will be held. "I'll wait for you forever." Marcy was delighted to hear that. "All right, my friend." She kissed me on the cheek and went back to her business. "Ah, dear, you are my Aphrodite, you are a song in my heart that cannot be sung forever..." ①The goddess of love and beauty in Greek mythology is equivalent to Venus in Roman mythology. Here was an officer of the Foreign Legion, Jean-Pierre Aumont, confiding his heart to a buxom desert princess, who was out of breath: "No, no, no, Watch out for my dad to hear!" ① Refers to the French Foreign Legion, which is a French foreign mercenary force serving overseas. It was past midnight, and there was nothing else to watch on Denver's television screens except this corny movie. Apart from watching TV, the only one who can accompany me is "Ke Er" ①, but "Ke Er" has drank less and less.I was so drunk that I was talking to the characters on the screen. ① Suspected to be a brand name of beer or wine. "Quickly, Jean-Pierre, just take off her clothes!" But he didn't listen to me, and kept talking with all his might, but refused to move his hands down. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Thank goodness! "Hi baby," Marcie said. She looked tired and her hair was a little disheveled.I can't wait for her to look like this. "How's it going?" "I sent them all home." "Is the problem solved?" "Where can it be. It's still a mess. It's a mess. Can I come in?" Daringly, I'm so tired, I can't move after standing at the door, it's almost blocking her way. After entering the room and taking off her shoes, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and stared at me. "You romantic bastard. You let go of such an important case?" I smile. "Who told you that things here are more important?" I answered her. "Knowing that you have encountered difficult things in Denver alone, I thought, I am afraid that you need someone by your side." "Good idea!" she said. "Although it's a bit unbelievable, your idea is still wonderful!" I came to the bed and took her in my arms. Before we could count to fifteen, we were both in a dream. I had a dream in which Marcie slipped into my tent and whispered in my ear as I fell asleep, "Oliver, let's go play together today. Just the two of us." Go alone. Have fun and have fun.” When I woke up, I found that my dream had come true. Marcy was already standing there, dressed for skiing.I was also holding a ski suit, which I guess was the right size for me. "Let's go," she said. "Let's go up the mountain." "But what about your meeting?" "Today, I will make a special trip to accompany you. Yes, I will find them after dinner." "Hey, Marcy, are you crazy or something?" "Who told you that your matter is more important?" After speaking, he smiled slightly. With a wave of Marcy's hand, a person's head fell to the ground. The one who suffered was a snow arhat who hit her with a snowball on the head and lost his head on the spot. "What else is there for fun?" I asked her. "I'll tell you after lunch," she said. The Rocky Mountain Park is so vast that you can't see the edge at a glance. I have no idea where our camp is located.Anyway, from our place to the horizon, there is not a single trace of human beings or birds at all.The creaking sound of feet stepping on the snow is the loudest sound in the four fields.Everywhere is a vast expanse of white, spotless.Like nature's wedding cake. Although Marcie couldn't light the city gas stove, she was surprisingly good at using Steno.We drank our soup and ate our sandwiches right here in the Rockies.Go to any high-end hotel.Whatever legal obligations, go to it.What phone and city do we need? The two of us are enough, and one more person is superfluous. ①A canned jelly used as a convenient fuel.Steno is a trade name. "Where the hell are we here?" (Marcy has a compass.) "Wuyou Township in the Nameless Land, a little bit to the east." "I love this place." "If it weren't for your rambunctious temper, I'd still be in Denver, locked up in a smoky room and suffering." She also made coffee with Stena.Judging by the taste of connoisseurs, the coffee could not be considered well brewed, at best it could only be said to be barely drinkable, but I felt warm in my heart after drinking it. "Marcie," I said half in jest and half in earnest, "I don't see why you still have to cook twice." "You can only do it in the wilderness..." "So you should move to live in the wilderness." She looked at me, then turned her head and glanced around, her face glowing with happiness. "I wish we hadn't gone," she said. "We don't have to go," I replied to her. There was nothing joking about my tone of voice. "Marcy, we can live here forever, as long as the glaciers don't melt, we won't leave for a day. Unless we are tired of living and want to go to the beach for a walk, or want to go boating on the Amazon River, Otherwise, you can live forever. I’m speaking from my heart.” She hesitated for a while.Thinking about how to answer my words. —What are my words?Did you come up with an idea?Or have a plan? "Are you testing me, or do you really mean it?" she asked. "It can be said to be a combination of both. I can't help but feel a little tempted. I really want to get rid of that endless and exhausting life. How about you? Can you do it? You know, you can be like us There are not many people who have the conditions to make this choice..." "Come on, Barrett," she said disapprovingly, "Your tone is so bold. I haven't met anyone with such ambitions. Unless it's me. I It seems that you probably still want to make a big president Dangdang." I smile.But since he is the material to be the president, he can't tell lies. "Yes. I have. But lately I've been thinking that I'd rather teach my own children to skate." "real?" She wasn't teasing, she was really taken aback. "Of course the child must be willing to learn," I continued. "You don't need to compete with others to do such a thing. If you are asked to do this kind of thing, don't you also feel happy?" She thought about it. "I've never had an experience like this before," she said after a while. "Before I met you, the only happy thing for me was to win a battle and be elated for everyone to see..." "Then tell me about you now, how do you feel happy?" "There has to be a man's house," she said. "how is it like?" "I think it's the guy who shouldn't accept everything I do. He should understand that what I really want is... not to be the boss all the time." I waited for her to continue talking, and there were only mountains surrounded by mountains, and she was silent. "That's what you are," she said after a long time. "I'm so glad," I replied. "What shall we do next, Oliver?" Neither of us was willing to break the silence.Talking is also intermittent, because the brain is thinking there. "Want to know what you should do?" I said. "yes." I took a deep breath before uttering a sentence: "Sell the store." She almost dropped the coffee in her hand. "What did you say?" "Listen, Marcy, I could write a dissertation about the life of the president of a chain store company. It's a life that can be summed up in three words: on the move, on the move. , like a fire truck ready to be dispatched at any time." "Too apt!" "Yes, this lifestyle may be very beneficial to the development of the company's business, but the situation is just the opposite in the personal love relationship. To develop a love relationship, you need to spend more time and spend less time traveling outside." Marcie said nothing.I will go further. "So," I was talking and laughing, "I said you should sell all your stores. You can open a consulting company in whichever city you like, and I will guarantee that your business will flourish. .And me, I can go anywhere I want to get some lawsuits. Then maybe we both can put down roots. And we can grow and add a few babies." Marcy laughed, "You're really delusional." "You're the one talking nonsense," I replied to her. "You, even if you have the power in your hands, you still don't want to part with it." There was absolutely no accusation in my tone of voice.Although the words are the true truth. "Hey," she said, "you're testing me." "Yes, it's a test for you," I replied, "it's a pity you can't pass the test." "You're pompous and self-serving," she said with a mischievous look. I nodded without denying it. "But I'm also human after all." Marcy looked at me. "But are you willing to stay with me forever...?" "Snow, it always has to melt," I said. So we got up, walked arm in arm, and went back to the car together. Get in the car and drive straight to Denver.Denver has no snow at all.