Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 7

He thought the thing Ethan Yong wanted to give him was on his hand, but he never thought it was hanging on his ankle. The ochre braided rope hung with an emerald green bead. The bead was cool and dangling on his ankle. He looked at the design and felt as if a big snake had turned into a small snake and wrapped around his leg.

It was clearly the same style of long whip, but with different uses. When the clogs were put back on his feet, he tactfully pulled his legs away from the man. Ethan Yong liked cleanliness, and he was afraid that the dirt from the clogs would get on his suit pants, and he would be pinched in the face for no reason. This man had a bad temper, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

After returning to their seats, the two of them became serious, with a strange distance between them. It was completely different from the time when one of them sat on the other, and the hooks in their eyes were entangled together. Adjutant Chen, who was driving in front, looked through the rearview mirror and felt that the atmosphere in the car was really warm.

The car swayed and stopped at the entrance of the Pear Garden. The sky was still dark, and Adjutant Chen opened his umbrella to greet Ethan Yong. Caleb Zhou wanted to hold the umbrella himself, but Ethan Yong held the umbrella and waved at him, asking him to pass. Caleb Zhou felt something was wrong, and while he was hesitant, Ethan Yong called him: "Mr. Zhou, come here."

He had no choice but to hide under Ethan Yong's umbrella, which brought him a lot of wet and cool rain. Ethan Yong did not make any ambiguous gestures to him, but just tilted the umbrella slightly towards him at a reasonable distance. There were surprisingly few people in the theater. They entered the official box, and the show had not started yet. As soon as they sat down, a waiter came over and whispered to Adjutant Chen.

Adjutant Chen followed closely and recounted the story. Ethan Yong looked calm and nodded, then stood up and walked out of the official room. Caleb Zhou sat in his seat and had tea. Fruits and vegetables covered the table. The teacup was made of blue and white porcelain. It was small and light in his hand. He loved these and thought they were beautiful. Once he put down the teacup, he would inevitably feel bloated in the lower abdomen if he drank too much.

He stood up and was about to leave the room, but was stopped by Adjutant Chen. Caleb Zhou patiently explained his intention to leave and his urgent need for help. Adjutant Chen called a waiter and asked him to lead the way. Caleb Zhou was unhappy, but he did not say it. After the matter was resolved, he told the waiter not to follow him. He was a guest, not a prisoner.

Unexpectedly, he got lost on the way back. It was as if it was destined that he was supposed to arrive in front of that house that day. Nathan Mu, a famous actor in the opera world, was good at acting and beautiful, and was very popular. He was so famous that he was reported in the newspapers. Caleb Zhou naturally knew such a person. Behind the popular actors, there must be a few big Buddhas.

Caleb Zhou never thought that one of them was Ethan Yong. The carved and hollow wooden window was very well decorated. Maybe because he was popular, he was treated well and the rest room was elegant. There was a pear tree planted next to the room, and the wind blew snow all over the ground. Su San, who was singing Yu Tang Chun in the window, had not put on makeup yet, but her hair was very long, draped over her chest like satin.

Nathan Mu held a folding fan, which he unfolded to cover half of his face. His red robe was half folded on his wrist, revealing a pair of hands that were extremely white and soft, with red nail polish on his fingers. It was as if he was singing a song, and his voice was so melodious that Caleb Zhou's ears were numb even from the distance of the corridor.

Wanting to watch a good show, Caleb Zhou watched it openly. He wiped the redwood handrail of the corridor, lifted his robe, and sat on it. However, the clogs ruined the show again, falling off his feet and hitting the ground like a quick beat for Su San. It was so abrupt that it broke the lingering gaze of the people in the room.

Caleb Zhou held up the hem of his robe, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. He looked into the room and saw Major General Yong, who had excellent hearing, standing in front of the window, looking at him.

He wondered whether to run or not. He had done nothing wrong, so why should he run? So he smiled at the couple across the pear blossoms, then landed on one foot and stretched his legs to look for his shoes. He stepped on the pear blossoms and crushed them. He was ready to leave. The show was over, and it was time to leave. Ethan Yong came to see Qing'er, so what was the point of taking him with him?

Want to see jealousy? The face is too big.

He forgot that he was lost, and he went around and around and ended up back in the official room. Ethan Yong had already sat at the table, with an open pocket watch in his hand, ticking. Next to Caleb Zhou's sleeve was the peanut shells he had just peeled, and next to that was the pearl flower. For some reason, Caleb Zhou paused as he was walking out.

When Adjutant Chen saw him, he quickly stepped forward and invited him to sit down. So Caleb Zhou walked slowly, dragging his steps and wasting his time, as if he was unwilling to do so. When he was about to approach, Ethan Yong raised his hand, which was a smooth palm, and held his right hand.

His steps became brisk again, perhaps because he was being dragged, tapping the ground quickly, dong dong dong, the sound of the opening of the play. He sat back in his seat, which was not his seat. He sat close to Ethan Yong's chair, sleeve to sleeve, shoulder to shoulder. The drums and gongs on the stage became more and more frequent, just waiting for the prison officer to start singing.

Caleb Zhou was originally sitting in a dignified manner, but the chair on the stage for watching a play had no support, so he sat more and more crookedly. When Su San, wearing a red shirt and a headdress glittering with pearls and jade, appeared, Caleb Zhou had half of his body pressed forward on the table, with his legs crossed, sitting as if he was not sitting straight, and cracking melon seeds on the table.

He was far away from the noble and cold person now, and he was cracking melon seeds. His eyes occasionally fell on Su San, and occasionally turned back to look at Ethan Yong. He seemed to have a lot of mutterings in his heart, but he could only say them to himself.

Perhaps it was his frank look that irritated the major general, who grabbed his chin and dragged him from the table to his arms. Su San, hanging on an iron chain, sang with great sorrow on the stage, singing about her grievances. Caleb Zhou, with a piece of melon seed skin still stuck on his lower lip, lay in Ethan Yong's arms.

The thin shell was pressed against the slightly fleshy lower lip. Ethan Yong stared at it for a long time before wiping the shell off with his thumb. The lip flesh was pressed and turned slightly white. It was still a beautiful color, but Ethan Yong said with disdain: "Dirty."

Caleb Zhou's face suddenly turned red, a red of embarrassment and anger. His eyebrows and cheeks also looked like they were made up, and the gray-blue beads were rubbed with warm colors, which looked cute and good, like a chocolate wrapped in blue candy paper. He escaped from Ethan Yong's arms angrily, gulped down a bowl of tea, and frowned, "The food here is not delicious, only these milk-flavored melon seeds are good."

Su San on the stage sang Yu Tangchun in prison with her eyes waving, her eyes and hands swaying, clearly looking over there. It's a pity that the beauty has feelings but the king is ruthless, and both kings are quite ruthless. Nathan Mu only saw one of them turned his head and said something, and his Master Yong leaned forward. They were very close, like a K!ss.

Nathan Mu was so nervous that he almost sang the wrong words. He forced himself not to look over there, to keep his voice steady, and to continue singing the song steadily.

Did they K!ss? No, they just stayed very close, so close that anyone who cared would take it for granted. Ethan Yong just pinched a piece of snow-white cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The posture was closer and more ambiguous. Cake powder fell on the corner of Caleb Zhou's mouth, and the cake melted, leaving his mouth full of sweetness. He licked the cake powder, and his eyelashes drooped.

His eyelashes were long and trembling. Ethan Yong leaned forward again, and blew on his eyelids as if teasing him, causing his long eyelashes to tremble even more. He closed his eyes and opened them again. It was as if he had just realized that he was too close. Looking into Ethan Yong's eyes, their mouths were as close as a piece of cake, just one step closer.

Ethan Yong retreated little by little, and the heat of his breath was taken back bit by bit. Feeling empty and shaken, he almost chased after him and embarrassed himself.

As if he didn't notice his misbehavior, Ethan Yong took out a new handkerchief from somewhere and wiped Caleb Zhou's mouth. He smiled and said, "You should prepare a few more handkerchiefs when you go out to wipe your mouth." Caleb Zhou let him wipe his mouth clean before saying, "It's obviously because you didn't feed him well. You need to practice more."