He found a third ball, and everyone was halfway through the dance. There are a lot of people around the dance hall, and they want to see through the people who are dancing.

Berry huddled in the crowd. He patted a man on the shoulder: "What's wrong?" ”

"The president is dancing with a girl." The man didn't even look back.

The light bulbs on the other side of the dance hall were shining. Berry walked over there. He heard a woman say in a disapproving tone, "Why didn't he dance with Jackie?" Her husband replied untiredly, "He must do it, Maria." It's politics.

"Then why do you always have to find a beautiful girl to dance?" The wife asked rhetorically, "We've worked so his campaign, but I've never seen him dance with anyone among us." ”

Berry stood on the edge of the dance arena. Photographers scrambled to take pictures of the president. He stood against the pillar for a moment, then decided to slip past them and the president and his dance partner in a small open space. The other dancers didn't really move their positions, just watched the president and danced in a semicircle. Berry was also watching. The president is dancing with his female dance partner.

He couldn't help but feel sad and disappointed. Judging by the way they laughed, they seemed to get along well. He had hoped to find someone he and the girl knew to introduce them to each other, but that hope was now completely dashed. No one can ask the President of the United States to introduce himself to a girl. In addition, he had heard some legends about the president. It seems that he is worthy of a real man when it comes to getting along with women

He was watching, the music stopped, and they were immediately surrounded by the crowd. The photographer took some more pictures. Later, the president turned to the girl. He smiled and said something to her. She nodded, and the president turned and walked away. crowd

They all left with the president. After a few moments, the girl stood there alone. He took a deep breath and walked up to the girl: "Hello Miss?" "When you look closer, she's even more beautiful." What's up? "She's polite. Her voice was deep and slightly western.

"What's it like to dance with the President of the United States?"

"It's a weird question."

"What's your name?"

"Are you a journalist?"

"No," he replied, "are you familiar with the president?" ”

"You say you're not a journalist, but you're asking so many questions."

He smiled slightly, "I think I did ask too much." I can't think of any other way to get you out though. ”

It was then that she looked at him for the first time. "I can figure it out." She said, "Why don't you ask me to dance?" ”

11.

Her name is Jordana Mason and she was born and raised in San Francisco, California. So Berry guessed one thing right after all. She was indeed a Californian girl. At a very young age, his parents divorced. Later, my parents married separately, but the relationship between the two parties was still good. Although Jordana lives with her mother, she has a close relationship with her father. She is a nineteen-year-old third-year student at Berkeley and a member of the student government organization that supported the Kennedy campaign. That's why she was invited to the presidential inauguration.

At a rally in San Francisco, his beauty caught the attention of candidate Kennedy. His reporters took many photos of him with his students and made a fortune. He had promised Jordana that if he could win, he would invite her, and she was not so naïve to believe that he would remember his promise and that he had more important things in mind. So, one morning when she received the invitation, she was very surprised.

She was very excited and called her mother: "It's amazing. ”

The mother behaved very coldly. The whole family is Republican. "I wish they could provide a female companion." Mother said.

"Mom," said Jordana, "it's 1960, not 1900. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. ”

"I believe you will, dear!" Mother said gently, "But they are safe for you."

Have you lined up your accommodation? Who pays for the flight? ”

"I have to take care of everything. The invitation is for the purpose of attending the inauguration ceremony only. It is said that I will stand on the same podium as the president.

"I'm still not in favor of this." Mother said contemptuously, "I think you'd better discuss it with your father." ”

She called her father's office in the city center. He was so cold, too, but he understood how important it meant to her. Although he knew she could take care of herself, he reminded her to consider Kennedy's reputation. Moreover, now that the man has now become president, he believes that he will change his behavior. He promised to buy her a plane ticket, but still asked her to think back with her mother to see if she could move to a friend's house. The Washington hotel was filled with all sorts of black Southern politicians and foreigners, all of whom wanted to make a difference, only to find that their friends were all Republicans. So Jordana had better stay in a hotel lest they know that one of their party members actually supported the other. All of this, Berry heard when he danced for the first time. As soon as the dance stopped, he led her to find an empty table and sit down to talk. They finally found an empty table in a small room away from the ballroom. The waiters are trotting skillfully serving customers.

Berry's approach is simple. He immediately beckoned to a waiter, hiding a ten-dollar bill in his hand. In the blink of an eye, the food and drinks were placed on the table in front of him.

"It's too much to spend money like that!" Jordana said, "Can you really afford it?" "I think so." Berry said vaguely. He raised his glass, "Cheers to the most beautiful girl in Washington." ”

She laughed, "How do you know? You haven't seen all the girls. ”

"I've seen enough."

She sipped her wine: "It's so fragrant." It is said that California champagne is as good as French champagne, but it is not as good as this. ”

"California champagne is good."

"I'm sure you haven't drunk it at all." She said.

He laughed: "I went to Harvard, and then I lived at Stanford for several years. ”

"What for?"

"I'm a businessman,"

She looked at him suspiciously, "You're a little too young for this. ”

"Age doesn't matter much in this era." "Kennedy was only forty-three years old, but he was president," he said. ”

You're not forty-three. She said, "How old are you?" ”

"Old enough!" He poured his wine and said, "When are you going to go back?" "Tomorrow morning,"

Don't leave. Since it took me a lot of effort to find you, you can't leave so soon. ”

She smiled: "I have to be at school on Monday." A look of bewilderment crossed her face, you said that it took you the power of the tiger to find me, what is going on?"

"I met you this afternoon at the inauguration ceremony. I can't forget you. So I decided to go to every prom, and I won't stop until I find you. I think you're always going to show up at a prom. ”

"Really?"

Berry didn't speak, just nodded.

She looked down at her glass, "I have to go back."

"Not tomorrow." "Spend the weekend here and then go back," he said. ”

"It's too cold here. I've never been so cold in my life, and I didn't have warm clothes. ”

"We'll take care of it. Tonight we can leave here and go to the Mexican island of Acapulco. It was warm there. ”

"Is there a plane at such a late hour?" She asked.

"Airplanes are available all the time.

"It's wonderful." "Also, I don't know how to make sure I get in touch with San Francisco." Those Mexican planes, you know.

It's all wrapped around me. He confidently said, "What else do you have to say?" ”

She looked at him suspiciously, "I don't know what else to say. I'm not sure. ”

"About what?"

Why are you doing this. You don't know me yet. ”

"By doing so, you get to know you better."

She looked him in the eye: "What will you get from it?" ”

He stared at her calmly: "Joy." ”

"That's all? Nothing else? ”

Isn't that enough? He laughed out loud, I'm not a nymphomaniac, and if you think so, you're very wrong. You don't need to worry about me at all. "But I don't even know your name."

"We can settle this matter. He took a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her.

She looked down at the business card: "BERRY AL FAY, MEDIA INC., 70 WALL STREET, NEW YORK," SHE READ ALOUD. "MEDIA—what do you mean?"

"That's the name of my company." He said, "Middle East Development and Investment Agency. "You're not American?"

"Hmm. Do you think I am? ”

"I thought you were Jewish." She said.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guessed from the way you looked. ”

"A lot of people have made the same misjudgments." He said with peace of mind, "I am an Arab."

She didn't say a word, and looked at the business card again.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking about the problem, that's it. She looked up at him, "I've never done anything like this before. ”

"Everything has a beginning."

"Let me think about it first, and give you a letter, okay?"

"Of course, but it's a shame to let such a sunny day go by in vain."

She hesitated again: "That's what you really mean, are there no strings attached?" ”

"Absolutely not."

She brought the champagne glass to her lips and drank it down, "My room is upstairs from this hotel. I'll go up and clean up. Fifteen minutes is fine. "Okay." He said and motioned for the waiter to come and settle the bill. "I can take this opportunity to make a few phone calls and schedule a flight. We can ship things directly to the plane

field to go.

The car drove slowly towards the airport. The snowflakes began to fall again. The servant Gerber sat next to the driver, smoking a cigarette in silence.

"Don't delay the plane." She said.

"No, it won't." Berry said.

"Will this weather affect takeoff?"

"I've taken off in much worse weather than this."

They were walking on the airport, which was practically abandoned. Jeffer and the driver followed them with their luggage. "Why didn't I even see a passenger?" As they walked towards the exit, she said, "Is there really a plane there?" "Yes." He smiled

When she got to the tarmac and climbed the moving ladder of the King Lear jet, she realized that it was a private jet. She stood on the top stairs and looked at him.

He nodded to reassure her

The flight attendant was waiting in the door. "Good night, ma'am. Good night, Mr. Al Fay. Then he turned to Jordana, "Please let me point you your seat." He led Jordana to a proper reclining chair, took her coat, and leaned back to fasten her seatbelt. Are you comfortable, ma'am? ”

"Very comfortable, thank you."

"Thank you, ma'am." As he spoke, the bird opened.

Berry sat next to her, fastening his seat belt. After a while, the flight attendant walked back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Berry nodded, poured two full glasses, and walked away.

Berry raised his glass: "Welcome aboard the Oriental Star." ”

"You didn't tell me it was your plane." She said.

"You didn't ask me. You're just asking if there really is a plane. ”

She slowly drank the champagne: "It's delicious." You know a girl who would be hooked by this kind of wine. ”

I can think of a worse way to get her hooked. Berry said with a smile.

The plane began to taxi towards the runway. She couldn't help but grab his hand: "I'm always nervous when I take off. ”

He smiled and gently shook her hand: "Nothing to worry about. I had two good pilots on my plane.

She looked out the window at the snow: "But they won't see clearly." "You don't have to look at it. He said, "It's all made by lightning and manipulated by instruments."

The plane puffed out a puff of smoke and quickly took off, passing through the snow and clouds before soaring into the starry night sky. She turned her head and saw her hand. Still held by him, he looked up at him: "You are such a weirdo. She whispered, "Do you do this often?" ”

"No," he said, "it's a first for me, too." ”

She took another sip and was silent for a moment. "Why is this happening to me?" She asked.

His eyes were as blue as the night sky: "I think I fell in love with you at first sight." The flight attendant walked back, poured them full of wine, and left. She chipped in champagne and burst out laughing.

There was a bewildered look on his face: "I have a very interesting idea," she said.

Tell me.

"In the movies I've seen, there are all about the West plundering women. They came out of the desert on horseback, dragged the girl on the white horse, and disappeared into the silence of the night. In a sense, isn't that what you do? "I wish it were." He smiled sweetly, "Listen, I want to marry you." ”

12

They lived together for three years before they got married, and this was after the birth of their eldest son, Muhammad.

In these three years, the two were inseparable. Wherever he went, she followed him and as soon as the day came, they stayed there as long as they could. Jordana continued to study and finally mastered French proficiently. She loves Riviera, where everyone can have a good time. People don't care about other people's private lives at all. only

He.

He walked into his apartment in New York and didn't see her waiting to greet him, which happened only once. "Have you heard from that lady?" He inquired about the manservant who had brought him his cloak at the door.

"No, sir." The manservant replied, "As far as I know, the lady is still in San Francisco. ”

He waited all day, and finally called her mother's home in San Francisco after dinner. It was Jordana who answered the call.

"Honey, I'm starting to get upset." He said, "When are you going to go home?" "I could tell she was tired." I'm not going back. ”

"What does this mean? You're not ready to go back? He couldn't help but be startled, and even his voice chattered.

"As I said. I'm only twenty-one years old, and I have a lot to do. I'm not going back. ”

"But I love you.

"This reason is not enough." She said. "I don't want to live in hell anymore. I think two years like that is enough for a girl. I've grown up. ”

"Is it because there are other people?"

"Nope. You know this best. I haven't known anyone since I met you. ”

"So what the hell is it for?"

Trust me, just because I don't want to live like that again. I'm obviously not Mrs. Al Fay, but I have to pretend, and I just don't want to play this kind of play anymore. She started crying.

"Jordana."

"Don't try to explain this," Rui. I'm not like the fast woman you know. I can't stand this. I have my own ideas.

"I don't expect to be able to explain it to you. I just want you

Think about it. ”

"I've thought about it, Berry. I don't want to go back. ”

: He felt a nameless fire suddenly ignite in his heart. "Well, don't go around with your ass." He said, "I used to do it in that village."

"Goodbye, Berry."

The phone in his hand was silent. He looked at the phone, and he was so angry that you snapped and put it down. He stared blankly into the air, and after a few moments, he got up the phone and called.

This time it was her mother who picked it up.

"Can I talk to Jordana?"

She ran upstairs to her room. Her mother said, "I'll call her: Berry picks up the phone and waits for her mother to come back." She says she doesn't want to talk to you: "Mrs. Mason." I don't know what's going on, what's wrong with her?

"Not much, Berry," she said calmly, "a pregnant woman is always on the move. ”

"Pregnant?" He shouted, "Is she pregnant?" ”

Yes! Mrs. Mason said, "She didn't tell you?" ”

Seven months later, he was in the hospital, standing in front of her bed. His son was in her arms.

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"He's like you." She replied shyly, "Blue eyes, too." ”

He remembered what his father had told him: "Newborn babies have yellow eyes." He said, "We will name him Muhammad." ”。