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"Do they like me?" "The way I see it they've gotten you drunk." We've pulled onto the Massachusetts Highway.It was already dark.Not a single person was seen on the road. "Are you satisfied?" she asked. I have no interface.Marcy wished we could have a long talk.But I kept my eyes fixed on the empty road. "What's the matter, Oliver?" After a while, she finally couldn't help it. "Aren't you flattering them on purpose?" It didn't seem to occur to her that this would annoy me too. "Then what's wrong with that?"

I lost my temper a little. "But what are you up to, bastard? What are you up to?" There was a moment of silence. "Because I want to marry you," she said. Fortunately, she was driving the car.She spoke so nakedly and without restraint that I was stunned at the moment.But then again, she never twitched when she spoke. "Then I'd like to see how you flatter me!" I said. I only heard the whistling of the wind, accompanied by the car driving like flying.After a while, she replied: "Is there still a need for courtship between the two of us? I thought this stage was over long ago."

I just made a vague "hum", and people couldn't figure out what it meant.Because if I keep silent, I am afraid that I will be misunderstood. Silence means agreement. "Tell me, Oliver, where are we now?" she asked me. "Now, it's only three hours to New York," I said. "What the hell have I done?" We stopped for a coffee at the "Howard Johnson's" trattoria after crossing the Stour Bridge. I really want to answer her: Don't you think it's enough? But I calmed down and suppressed the hot words that had reached my throat.

Because I knew in my heart that as soon as I heard the word "marriage" out of her mouth, I immediately became confused.It is absolutely impossible to make a rational answer when you are so upset. "Tell me, what did I do to make you so angry with me?" she asked again. I really want to say: It's not what you did, it's because you didn't do something, that's why I'm angry with you. "Stop it, Marcie. We're both tired." "Oliver, you are angry with me. Instead of being so angry, why don't you just open up and make it clear!"

She was right in saying that. "Okay," I said, drawing circles all over the laminated plastic tabletop with one finger. "We haven't been together for two weeks. Although we are both very busy, I always dream of you coming back..." "Oliver..." "Sleeping in the same bed is only one aspect. What I need more urgently is that you stay by my side. Just the two of us together..." "Oh, come on, come on," she said, "Spent Christmas in Ipswich and got crazy." "It's not enough to be together this weekend, we have to be together every day."

She gave me a look.Although I didn't raise my voice, I still couldn't help but look angry. "Ah, it's strange and I have to blame me for running around in other places in the past few weeks." "No, it's not about these weeks. It's about being together for the next thousand weeks, ten thousand weeks." "Oliver," she said, "I think one of the most important reasons for our relationship is that we respect each other and our dedication to our cause." She spoke well.But only in theory. "Hey—it's three o'clock in the morning, and you're alone, so go and taste what this 'spirit of dedication to your career' is like!"

I'm just going to be the big stick of the Women's Liberation Movement and I'm going to hit my head and face.But I was wrong. "Tell you, I tasted it," she responded softly. "I don't know how many times I have tasted it." She held my hand. "How is it? How does it feel to be alone in a hotel bed?" I asked her. "It's not a good feeling," she replied. We've always been like this: it's like playing rugby, every time you hit the goal area, but you just can't score.This time, isn't it time for her to say "I lost, change the game"?

"How do you deal with being alone at night?" I asked. "I just said to myself, there's no way this is going to happen." "Do you believe it yourself?" I faintly smelled a smell of gunpowder, and the decisive battle between the two ways of life seemed to be imminent. "What do you wish a woman would give you, Oliver?" The tone is very mild.The question is profound. "Love," I said. "That is to say, you want women to be your accessories?" "As long as she can stay at home anyway and spend a few more nights with me, I will be satisfied."

I don't want to discuss any philosophical issues with her.I don't want her to bring up the topic of how the relationship between husband and wife should be to make an article.Jenny was a career woman after all, wasn't she? "I thought we were very happy as a couple." "Yeah, as long as the two of us can be together. But Marcie, this is not your company's purchase, and the stock can be replenished with a phone call." I used business jargon as an analogy to make such a wisecrack, but the other party didn't appreciate it. "According to what you said, one of the two of us should follow and serve the other?"

"I'd love to serve you—if you want me." "My God! Didn't I tell you clearly that I want to marry you!" Looking at her, she was tired and angry.This is definitely not the time to speak. "Let's go," I said. I paid the bill.The two of them left the store and walked towards the car. "Oliver," Marcy said. "What's up?" "Could it be that you don't like it when you think about the past? You see, your parents liked me. They weren't so happy when you brought Jenny home. Is that why?" ah?" "No," I said.But I buried her words deeply, deeply in my heart.

Marcy has her credit too, she's a real fighter. During our truce between Christmas and New Year's Day, I noticed that she had been quietly deploying a new campaign in her chest.The enemy, of course, is her instinct: she doesn't trust the world. Including my instinct: I don't trust the world either. In short, she always stayed at home as much as possible, directing everything by telephone.Our post-Christmas "nervousness" is quite strong, so it's not easy for her to do this.But she insisted on doing so.She adopted the method of remote combat.That way we can always spend the evening together.And here's another odd thing: We spent several afternoons together. On New Year's Eve, she suddenly showed me her tricks.We were getting ready for dinner at the Simpsons' house (I secretly kept a bottle of Alkaline Mineral Water just in case).Just as I was shaving, Marcy's pretty figure suddenly appeared in the mirror, and my eyes suddenly lit up.She doesn't mince words. ①A drug that aids digestion. "Alkaline mineral water" is a trade name. "There's a mission you'd like to accept, Oliver?" "What kind of mission?" I asked with some vigilance. "How about a little trip? It's scheduled for February." "Perhaps you have even decided on the place." Why bother to ridicule her, Oliver, it seems that she has used some brains. "Take it easy—and don't be suspicious," she said. "Of course, the cause of the matter is still my place: there is a fashion exhibition in Hong Kong, I need to check it out..." "Hongkong!" She coaxed me with an oriental carrot!I am smiling. "So you do, my friend?" "You still mean that you can't let go of work," I said suspiciously. "It's just to show your face, so how can it be considered a job? Besides, it was during the 'Chinese New Year' period. We just took advantage of this and the two of us went to spend a holiday alone. On the way home, we can stop in Hawaii. " "Hmm..." I didn't express my opinion, but the expression on my face was clearly: Good guy!I became more and more vigilant, so I asked again: "You have business to do in Hawaii?" "No. Unless picking coconuts counts as a business." It's New Year's Eve, she really deserves such a plan! "How?" she said. "That's great, Marcie. Especially going to Hawaii. Quiet beaches...moonlight walks..." "Just think of it as a honeymoon," she said. This term is intriguing!I don't know if she did it on purpose or not. Instead of looking back at her, I glanced into the mirror to see what expression she had on her face. But the mirror was white and covered with water vapor. I went to the boss and said, the answer the boss gave me was not the word "false". He said go go go go. It's not that they think I'm disgusting and want to send me away.But since I joined the law firm, I haven't enjoyed a day off yet. Still, taking a vacation comes with some sacrifices.There are some cases that I cannot participate in.For example, there are two conscientious objector cases in Washington, and the results I have achieved in (Weber v. Draft Bureau) will be cited in the litigation. Moreover, Congress will have to make a decision on how to solve the nominal racial segregation problem in February. A resolution. Therefore, I have a little bit of taken for granted, and I am always not at ease. Mr. Jonas smiled and said: "You are worried that after you leave for a few days, the world will be in peace. I say don't worry, we will definitely leave some unjust cases for you, and we will deal with them when you come back. " "Thank you very much, sir." "But you have to take care of yourself a little bit, Oliver. You are a man of merit." While I was preparing to go abroad (there were a lot of travel reference materials sent by Hong Kong travel agencies), I also handled several cases for the "Midnight Commando".I also debunked a scam that hoodwinked consumers.I'll leave the case to Barry Pollack--he's already won the local board of education case. "Hey, Marcy, do you know what happened to the Treaty of Nanking?" "I think it was mentioned in the movie The Emperor of Japan," she replied. Eating breakfast, eating dinner, brushing teeth, I didn't miss every opportunity to instill knowledge in this area to her, and I was not even afraid of interrupting, so I called her office to find her. "The "Nanjing Treaty", this is something you must understand..." "Oh, I must understand?" "Yes. Back then, the British invaded and expanded abroad and launched the Opium War..." "Ah, opium." Her eyes lit up. She was not at ease listening, and I didn't care about her, just continued to talk about mine. "...China was forced to cede Hong Kong to the British." She just said "oh". "That's just the beginning," I said again. "I see," Marcie said. "It turned out that the heroic barrister Barrett finally forced the British to return Hong Kong to its original owners. Right?" She smiled slightly, and the room seemed to brighten up a lot. "What about you, how did you prepare for this trip?" I asked. "I've been there more than once or twice," she said. "Oh, really? Then tell me, when I mention 'Hong Kong', what is the first thing that comes to your mind?" "Orchids," Marcy replied. "It's so wonderful, there are as many as ninety varieties of orchids alone." Ah, such a flower thing is really beautiful.After all, this big boss is a sentimental woman. "Marcy, I'll buy you a pot of each." "You have to count on what you say." "If it doesn't count, it's up to you," I replied. With a blink of an eye, the New Year has come, and the "Kung Fu" song, sing it loudly! I sang and danced, closed the folder, walked out of the office, and shook hands with everyone.Because tomorrow we are going to the far east! "Relax," Anita said. "I'll take care of you here. Aloha, Oliver." ① "Goodbye" in Hawaiian. "No, no, Anita, you can't say that," I, the newly appointed master of Chinese culture, immediately corrected her, "you should say Gong Xi Fa Cai." "Fat? You mean my body has gained weight again?" "No no," replied the grand master. "This is our Chinese greeting at the beginning of each new year: Gong Xi Fa Cai, I wish you prosperity and prosperity, and good luck in the sky. Goodbye." "Goodbye, you lucky fellow." And so we set off.