I didn't go out all day and called room evers for dinner in the evening. Halfway through the pasta, my stomach started to hurt, and after a few minutes, my left abdomen seemed to be strangled by something, I took a sip of orange juice from the hotel, but it hurt even more, leaned against the wall and slowly moved to plug in the electric kettle, and lay on the sofa next to me and couldn't move anymore.

My period is never allowed, and it hurts once every six months, but I didn't expect it to hurt so much this time.

Sha Ye opened the door and came in, I heard his enthusiastic voice, but I didn't have the strength to turn my head to look at him, leaning there speechless, the cold sweat on my body was getting more and more, and there were small beads of sweat between my nose.

I heard the sound of plastic bags being thrown to the ground, and he ran up to kneel in front of me and asked anxiously, "Yihua, what's wrong with you!" ”

I clutched my stomach, groaned, and then came out between my teeth with two words: "Menstrual cramps." ”

"That's... What should I do for you! ”

"Painkillers...... Have it? ”

"I'll buy it for you!"

He carried me to bed first, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and whispered in my ear that I would be back soon.

I clung to the sheets like a child, and kept screaming softly, which would soothe the pain, but I still cried in pain.

"Yihua, Yihua?"

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard someone calling me. I opened my eyes and saw Shaye, he looked worried, helped me up and leaned against the bed, and after regaining consciousness, the pain in my stomach began to torment me again, although it was a little more relieved than just now, but it was still painful and uncomfortable.

"Painkillers."

He took one out for me to swallow and drank half a glass of warm water. I pointed to the painkiller and said, "Again... Give me ...... again One capsule. ”

"They said one pill was enough."

I shook my head, "It hurts... One more capsule. ”

He immediately removed another pill for me, helped me lie back after eating, and wiped my sweat several times halfway.

I fell asleep again, and when I woke up again, it was already the next day, and I felt that the side was empty, and I stretched out my hand, and there was no warmth at all. Didn't he sleep all night watching over me? Or did you sleep on the couch outside?

The room service staff knocked on my door at half past ten, brought me a glass of brown sugar water, and said that Mr. Shano had specially instructed me.

I took the glass of brown sugar water back to my room, put it aside, and walked around the outer hall again, and saw a note next to the kettle that read: "I'm going to San Francisco on a business trip for a day, and I'm back on a late flight." ”

In fact, there are none. He didn't sit on the edge of my bed and watch me all night, nor did he sleep on the couch outside. Perhaps, I will never be able to wait for the kind of love I want: sweet words every day, encircling me with a gentle embrace.

However, I found the trampled rose in the trash can, and I carefully recalled that it seemed that he had fallen to the ground in a panic after he came in last night. I took out this bouquet of red roses, which only had nine flowers, from the black trash can, and a few petals on the branches had fallen off, and the "withered" roses still looked precious.

The day of separation passed very slowly, Rena said that there was a shortage of people in the store and asked me to go back to work overtime, but I said that I went back to China.

Having said that, I really feel the urge to go back to China.

When Shaye came back in the evening, he saw that my face had returned to its usual rosy color, and said that he could finally eat with confidence. I laughed at him and went with him to the hotel restaurant for some Western food.

"Do you work between Japan and the U.S.?"

"At the moment, but maybe next month I will go to Shanghai, China."

"Multinational corporations?"

"Yes, it's busy, but the pay is good."

"If you're going to Shanghai... Can you take me with you? ”

"Do you want to go to Xiamen?"

He still remembers that my hometown is Xiamen.

"No, I just want to go back to China, but I don't want to go back to Xiamen."

"Why? Shouldn't I go back to see my family and friends I haven't been in touch with for so long? ”

He found out that it didn't make sense, but I took his hand holding the fork and motioned for him to stop asking me.

At night he hugged me and stroked my stomach and asked if I still hurt and I said it didn't hurt anymore on the third day.

In my half-sleepy sleep, I heard him say as if he sighed and asked, "Can I have your secret?" ”

I ignored it and slept comfortably in his arms.

Four days passed so quickly, he wanted me to see him off at the airport, but I didn't want to be seen by his colleagues, so I turned him down.

Every time I arrived at Narita Airport, he would text me and tell me that this time too, I would ask him to go back to work hard and think about me again when he came home at night. After a long time, Shano is no longer shy, and every morning when he goes to work, he will send me 'miss you', and after work, he will send me 'miss you'. I originally thought that he would keep a sense of distance like the boy in the Japanese drama, but in love, it is all passionate. His enthusiasm melted me at the same time. After he left, I was soaking in the sweetness of those days and looking forward to next month's date. I've been waiting for my owner in New York like an animal in captivity by him.

When I woke up in the early morning, it was still raining outside, and I flipped the alarm clock, knowing that it was more than four o'clock in the morning, and I woke up early. I shrunk under the covers, and my consciousness was so clear that I remembered that I didn't have a date or a party today. At the head of the bed is the whole wheat bread I bought at the mall last night, and I can take a few bites when I get hungry. It's still dark outside, there's no wind, summer hasn't really arrived yet, and this season always reminds me of the cuckoo chirping outside my London window. With Brooksla's song echoing in my head, I fell asleep again.

I'd be willing to take a long bus ride to Central Park and sit and listen to a song, with the occasional white dove flying by, and then looking at the endless text messages in the sand, which made me feel that there is nothing to be sad about alone in New York. As long as someone loves you, you're not alone anywhere, are you? At least that's what I think.

Spring in New York was also going on gently, and I bought a ticket to go to a Broadway show by myself, and sat alone in the courtyard downstairs listening to Brooks play Bach's G major. At the end of the day, we went to Flushing Park together.

I put my arms around my bent knees, looked at the spring in the sun at Flushing Park, and said, "Look at how beautiful spring is in New York." There is a Chinese poem called 'Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring', which depicts such a scene in front of you. ”

The tall branches of the trees in the park bloomed green in the spring glory, and we sat by the lake, behind which was something in the shape of a huge silver ball. Brooks wasn't too surprised by the spring in the garden, and I was greedy for all its life and beauty.

"London doesn't have such good weather."

I whispered, but Brooks heard me, and he said something that seemed to comfort me: "So you're here for the right time." ”

I laughed and sat with him on the grass in a reverie.

I put my work on hold, and the time became longer for me. I'm twenty-four years old this year, and I often think about the past that I can't go back to, so time stops in front of me. My soul passed through a long, deep dark tunnel, broken leaves hit me, and a butterfly-like illusion was always flying. When I come back to my senses, I usually look at the clock, oh my God, there is still half of this day waiting for me to get through, how helpless and blank!