Her big eyes make people look energetic; I feel a little energetic too, although I don't know what's the use of it.
Brian pushed the door open and came in. The nurse chirped to him.
Brian nodded repeatedly, picked up the bright red coat and put it on me, saying, "This is beautiful. It was given to you by Miss Fifth. Thank you."
I nodded and said to the beautiful girl, "Thank you."
A trace of sourness flashed in the beautiful girl's eyes, and she held my hand. After a while, she became happy again and said calmly: "You will be fine."[
Not knowing what she meant, I said, "I'm fine."
There were many people standing at the door and many cars parked. Everyone looked at me and then stopped looking.
Brian pulled me into the car and sat next to him.
Maybe I said something wrong, but what I said is the truth. If you don't like to hear it, just don't listen; it doesn't matter.
This is a strange place, and I have almost no memory of it, although my memory is pitiful.
Not in my impression either, although my impressions are pitifully few.
Outside the car window, there are big English advertisements, overpasses extending in all directions, high and low buildings, large and small cars, a blond foreigner, a black-haired Xiaohei, a vague impression of brown-hair.
In a large restaurant, some people wear short skirts and bare legs; some people wear coats and fur collars; some people wear leather jackets and leather boots; some people go in with their arms around a girl and put their hands in her waistband.
Kind of like hand warmers…
But my hand was very warm, and the coat was long, soft and comfortable; the beautiful girl held my hand, her hand was as big as mine, but warm and strong.
We entered the large private room.
There are gaudy paintings on the wall. There is a woman holding a vase, wearing nothing on her upper body, which is weird. There are also paintings on the wall over there, but I have never seen them and I am not interested in them.
The beautiful girl pulled me tightly, this way and that way...I looked at Brian.
Brian said: "When Miss Fifth is here, you can listen to her."
Okay, I'll listen to her, it doesn't look bad.
The beautiful girl pulled me to sit down next to her and asked me: "What do you like to eat?"