Chapter 14 14. Danny, my dear Danny

At the end of April, the weather began to warm up, and the snow on the white peak of Xiaomaoya Mountain melted and gurgled down the mountain.Lake Berge rises in early spring.Shanxueshui is sky blue because it is rich in silicon. The color is gentle, pure and lovely, but who knew it was bitingly cold? I swam a lap and sneezed a few times, and when I got home, I asked someone to make some sugar water for me to drink, and then I wrapped myself in a blanket and read a book by the fire.I especially like to read the short stories written by Jack London, in Chinese and foreign languages, and I have read several versions.It tells the story of a big dog named Buck.It used to guard the judge's home in the bright and warm southern United States. Later, it was strangled, put on a sack, and abducted to the icy and snowy north.At that time, someone discovered gold there, and a large number of gold diggers flocked there. There were no roads or cars in the primitive mountains, and people urgently needed strong and loyal dogs as sled dogs, which were almost the most important means of transportation at that time.

Buck went from a proud and honest guard dog to an excellent sled dog, and experienced several twists and turns and struggles. He was beaten to death by a man in a red shirt holding a big stick; It was bullied and repelled by the team of sled dogs, and was even robbed of the warm nest for it to shelter in the wind and snow; because of its incompetence, the old dog in the palm bit it severely on its tail and shoulders; it also Because of its ambition, it was coveted and framed by its opponents...but it never gave up its ambition to survive, adapt, learn, and be the leader of the team.It compromises and obeys humans. It observes, thinks, imitates and improves, and develops its own skills.It killed its companions and enemies without hesitation on the snowy field in the moonlit night, and finally became the leader dog of a record-breaking sled team.

Danny Haig called me from America and asked what I was doing, and I told him I was reading such a story. "Sounds interesting," he said. "Well." I said. What does "um" mean?Not right, not wrong.I politely dealt with a conversation without saying anything.Since that day, I have been very good at answering Danny Haig's questions with this tone. He said: "Then you continue to read, and I will call you again." "Ok." The fire in the fireplace was too hot. I stood up and flicked it. I felt some soreness on my shoulder blades, and my nose was not so smooth. I might have caught a cold.I haven't been sick for a long time.I sent the servant for the doctor, and lay back on the bed.

Who knew it was so sick this time.I finished my drip at night, but the fever still persisted, and there was no pain anywhere in my body.I huddled under the quilt, sleeping for a while, awake for a while, day and night for a while.I saw my dad in a daze, and I walked over to him and asked him, "Dad, where have you been all these years?" He didn't answer, turned his head and left.I don't have any strength in my body, and I can't catch up. My mother was next to me, strangely, her face was still as young and beautiful as I had seen it as a child.I stretched out my hand to her, and I saw that my hand was small, like a baby's hand.I said, "Mom, I haven't called you all this time, do you blame me?" Before she finished speaking, she turned around and left, with a man on her arm, Uncle Feng.She also left me.

I was in a hurry at this time, and I was in a hurry. How could this happen?They all deserted me and left me alone, which is not okay.I tried my best to catch up and shouted through my sore throat, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing? Come back! I'm in pain, and no one is taking care of me!" I couldn't see clearly, I fell down and fell to the ground, unable to get up. Someone behind me pulled me by the shoulders and helped me up. He wiped the tears from my face with his fingers, and the fragrance of apple wood was on his fingertips.His blond hair and blue eyes were such a beautiful color that he said softly to me, "Don't cry."

I shook his hand: "Danny, I called you, are you going to leave with someone else?" He continued to wipe the tears and sweat off my face: "Didn't I say that? If you don't leave, I won't leave." My flustered heart slowly let go, but fortunately, there is still one person with me. However, a grand and magnificent ship sailed by, and Danny Hagrid in front of him jumped on board.There was a grand ball going on there, and there were countless beautiful girls, with graceful figures, all over the world, they gathered beside Danny Hagrid, and looked at me, the ugly duckling, with a smile.

I said, "Danny, come down." He squatted down on the side of the boat, stretched out his hand to me, looked into my eyes, inviting and tempting: "No, Wei Wei, you come up." The women behind him were still laughing, and I watched him shake his head, "No, Danny, I want you down." He turned around indifferently, and the big ship sailed away. Another person left, and finally I was left here by myself. I woke up from the dream all of a sudden, panting heavily, and my whole body was drenched in sweat.There are no coquettish beauties around, no big boats, and no one leaving me one by one. This is No. 15, Avenue Dulou, Chambery City, a villa facing the lake. I am in a warm bedroom, and the morning light shines through the white The window screen gently swept in.

Someone behind him said, "Are you awake?" I turned around and it was Danny Hagrid.He came over and sat next to me, stretched out his hand, held my face, and pressed his thumb on the Bosporus Strait: "After sleeping for so long, do you feel comfortable?" I looked at him. He was not the same as before. His eyes were sunken, his beard was unshaven, and he looked haggard.The collar of his shirt was open, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He was a neat and handsome man, and never was. "I had a fever of forty degrees, and I almost didn't get pneumonia. You went swimming in the lake in April, did you ask me?"

He is blaming me, but the voice is soft, like the light of morning light spreading in this room, which makes people feel at ease.I held his hand: "When did you come back from America?" Danny Hagrid looked at his watch: "Less than four hours. The butler said you were seriously ill, so I rushed back." He leaned over and kissed my mouth. I thought I was sick and wanted to hide Open, caught by him, carefully kiss my lips. This morning, I made up my mind to forget the "wrong" call. When people do things, the most important thing is the word "worth".The warmth and care that this man gave me, and the piercing pain when I saw him leave in my dream, let me know, Danny Haig, that I can have him every day, no matter what he is in my life How many other women and love affairs there are, I will try to forget.It was worth it because of him.

At the same time, I also clearly understood some things, why am I so afraid of him leaving suddenly?Because he gave me too much, but what I really have is too little: money, knowledge, social status, life experience, I have nothing.I am like a female fish attached to a big fish, swaggering across the sea, proud of myself, but I don't know that I am actually penniless.Without him, I don't even have the ability to survive. I can't do this. I started to study harder, carefully took notes in every subject, and prepared for every exam.I have changed a lot of living habits. I am no longer so greedy for the luxurious and comfortable house in Lyon, or the villa facing the lake in Chambery.I used to like to be there and play this and that, even when Danny Hagrid wasn't home, but now I prefer to spend my time at school.I have a good relationship with the tutors, so I help them translate some materials and do small things.I also spend more time with my classmates and friends, listening to all kinds of stories told by people from all over the world.

In addition, I have some subtle changes.I began to pay attention to whether every expense was worth and reasonable. I could spend a lot of money, but I wanted to buy really good things; Recognizing that those good clothes, bags and shoes have classic and one-of-a-kind designs - the jewelers and boutique owners I used to know are getting harder and harder to deal with, I am still an important and generous customer, but Extremely picky. I think it seems that from that time on, my vision gradually shifted from a pure buyer to a businessman. But I can swear that in all the changes I have made, intentionally or unconsciously, my love for Danny Hagrid has not diminished in the slightest. When he looks at me, I look into his eyes; when he doesn't look at me , I also looked at him secretly, under the moonlight, on the sailboat, in the movie theater with flickering lights, on the white pillow.Sometimes I look at him, look at him, there will be tears in my eyes, just like every woman knows that she will eventually grow old, I also know that this story must end at some point, so my heart is full of sadness , reluctantly. Danny, my dear Danny.