Anna blinked, it would be too embarrassing to cry now.
She moved her calf to signal Karenin to put down her hand, then she lowered her head and kissed him, expressing her sincere thanks.
"Thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me."
At this time, it would be too contrary to say that you are welcome. Only kisses can convey each other's feelings.
After dinner, Karenin wanted to give his opinion on what Anna said before, but the latter shook his head.
"Don't worry, you need to rest today."
Anna did not avoid the servants, she took her husband's hand directly, not allowing the latter to refuse, and brought him into the bedroom.
"We don't talk about anything now, I hope you rest early, and I will stay with you."
She looked up at him and said, gray eyes conveying a stubborn emotion.
"If you wish." Karenin said, it was as if he had temporarily entrusted his pace to his wife at the moment, and went to wash and prepare for sleep according to her wishes.
After the candles were blown out, Karenin realized how early he had gone to bed today, it was not half past eight, when he was usually in his study doing business.
"No business tonight," his wife reminded him. Then he suddenly felt a little thankful that at least he wasn't treated as a baby when he fell asleep.
"Can I stick to you?" His wife's soft voice came from the low air through the quilt.
Karenin moved his hands and pulled the opponent over.
Anna leaned against Karenin's arm. She had many questions to ask, but she also felt that it was best for her husband to rest now.
"Good night, Alexey."
"Good night, Anna."
Karenin closed his eyes, and in the darkness, the intimacy between the skin became softer, like the evening wind in October, with a certain intoxicating breath, soothing people's hearts.
This sleep was so dark that Karenin felt something touching him. He opened his eyes subconsciously and vigilantly, and then saw a familiar smiling face.
"Good morning, Alexey."
Karenin tilted his head slightly, and found that his wife was propping her cheek with her hand, and her other free hand was still a finger away from his cheek.
The black curly hair was loose, a little frizzy and messy, and after a good night's sleep, her cheeks became pink and tender. The color of the lips is relatively bright, and they are slightly opened when speaking, revealing a few small white teeth in the middle, which look very crystal clear.
This was the most beautiful scenery Karenin had seen in the morning in thirty-two years.
Seeing the man's blue eyes staring at her, Anna blushed a little, and muttered: "I woke up and saw you were still beside me, so I couldn't help touching your eyelashes."
After she finished speaking, she said coquettishly again: "You can't blame me, your eyelashes are as long as a girl's."
"I'm a man, Anna, and I don't look like a girl in any way." Karenin said, he got up, but didn't get up immediately, but took a pillow to lean on, and made himself half-lying.
Anna also followed her movements, very happy because of Karenin's behavior of staying in bed.
She never hides her emotions in front of her husband, so this happy expression is completely expressed on her face.
"I think it's more like the second day of the wedding." Anna said with a smile, looked at Karenin, and then retracted her eyes and smiled.
Karenin said softly, "I think it should be different."
"What?"
"It's nothing, Anna, we can talk about what you said yesterday." Karenin changed the subject to avoid Anna's further entanglement with this matter. He will tell her about this later, but now, it's too early.
When Karenin thought this way, he glanced at his wife who was smiling innocently. Seeing the other party's smile, even he himself couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth a little.
"I think that Mr. Goldman must have his own ideas to insist that Mr. Prokhov did it."
"Actually, I think so too," said Anna, her eyes downcast in thought, "but I can't figure out why Mr. Goldman would do that."
"Maybe to make him better off."
Anna looked at her husband with some doubts, and the latter explained: "I happened to be dealing with a matter yesterday, and this matter may have something to do with that Mr. Prokhov."
"Spring is coming, Anna, and the trade in the port will become more developed. More sailors will be recruited. Mr. Prokhov happens to have a good chance, and you should understand that the tailor shop is not for him .”
After hearing this, Anna asked hesitantly for a while, "Can I understand that you are watching me?"
"I… "
"Oh, actually, I want to tell you, it's okay, I can understand." Anna smiled.
"Actually, I should use a better word, like protection." She was close to the other party, her eyelashes were as thick as two small fans, and the gray eyes below were shining very brightly. His expression is like the fluff on the neck of a tile-gray pigeon.
"I did." Karenin decided to confess to his wife.
"It's okay, it's really okay." Anna said softly, "I know what a willful request I made to you."
"It's good. You know what I'm doing, and if there's something, we can fix it faster. It's a bit cheeky to say that, after all, you've been the one helping me out, but I like to use 'we ' This word, like husband and wife, means we are together."
"In fact, I agree that the word 'we' is very good," Karenin said slowly.
"Then do you know why Mr. Prokhov stayed in Mr. Goldman's tailor shop?"
"Yes, I know. Mr. Goldman's wife has a daughter, and my investigations show that Mr. Prokhov stayed because of the lady."
Anna was a little surprised by this, she looked at each other: "But I have never seen Mr. Goldman's daughter, and, besides, he looks so young."
"As far as I understand, the lady will be back this afternoon."
"No wonder the relationship between them is a bit weird." Anna murmured, "I think Mr. Goldman's intentions are good. It's true that Mr. Prokhov's stay in the tailor shop has no development, but what he does will make Prokhov Mr. Hough misunderstood."
"Actually, I think Mr. Goldman just has a bad temper, and Mr. Prokhov is a nice guy."
"I don't like this." Anna shook her head.
"If Mr. Prokhov really left with a misunderstanding like this, I think how sad he would be if he found out one day."
"What if it was you? Anna." Karenin asked suddenly.
For a person like Karenin, curiosity is never something he would do. He can analyze this kind of problem, but he doesn't take the initiative to ask the person involved, unless his interests require him to do so.
"If it were me, I don't think I would have done this." Anna thought for a while and said, "That would mean that I made the choice for others."
"I thought it was for his own good, so I concealed it from the other party, but maybe the other party really doesn't need me to do this."
But she smiled again after she finished speaking: "But it's also possible that I will do that. I don't know how to choose something that hasn't happened before."
When she had finished, her thoughts turned to Mr. Goldman and Mr. Prokhov, whom she did not want such regrets to happen to.
"You don't need to care too much about other people's affairs," Karenin said.
"Are you jealous?" Anna joked.
"No, Anna. But I'm serious. You don't always need to care about other people's affairs."
Karenin raised his hand, and Anna leaned into his arms.
"I'm sorry, my problem may not be very good." Anna mumbled. "I'll try not to trouble you."
"I don't mean to blame you." Karenin whispered, his voice was mellow.
Anna half-raised her body and looked at the other party. From this angle, she could see Karenin's slightly lowered eyes. Under the cover of the eyelashes, the blue eyes are shining like stars.
"I hear you talk about your life, the things I'm not a part of, not because they're interesting, but because you're in it."
"In fact, as far as I am concerned, other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."
The man stroked his wife's cheek with his hand, rubbing the pulp of his thumb against the latter's chin.
"Anna, I am willing to give you space and freedom to do what you like. Since I agree to you, it means that I can take care of it for you, so you don't need to worry about what troubles it will cause me. If it happens, then It's not your fault either."
"As your husband, it's my responsibility to do this for you."
"And you, just do what you want to do. I always trust you, because you are my wife, my lover. Since I have chosen you, I will accept everything about you. Good and bad are not others After all, I can't tolerate others saying anything bad about you."
"But in the same way, I also want to tell you. I don't think it's wrong that you tend to feel sympathy for others. On the contrary, although it is intellectually speaking, it is not conducive to doing things, but if there is another No one has such feelings, and I think that the world must be like purgatory."
"There is no way to become absolutely fair between people. Just like us, we have enjoyed rights and wealth that most people cannot enjoy. I am not ashamed of this. My family has given me the prerequisites for success, And if we don't work hard ourselves, the protection of the family cannot keep a person safe for the rest of his life."
"There are tens of thousands of people in this world, and you don't have to become that way for the sake of other people's eyes. You don't need it, and I don't need it. Just remember one thing, Anna, you need to remember it at any time. Except me Outsiders, outsiders, are just outsiders. If you are affected by other people's emotions, let yourself blame yourself, let yourself change, it should not be."
Karenin paused, moved his fingertips down, touched his wife's lower lip, and then moved away slowly.
"You can, Anna. Everything about you is precious to me."