When I pulled my hand away from my mouth (I raised my cup to create an echo effect), Alex collapsed to the ground behind the bar. As soon as I ate a third of the salmon, Alex came out, wiped his tears and said, "This is the stupidest joke I have ever heard."
In the next 0 minutes, we were eating while joking - by the way, her jokes were much dirtier than mine. We continue to sail. It turns out that Alex is an avid sailor, and he offered to teach me a lesson when he was free. After we ate and drank the nǎi bottle, Alex disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a large piece of nǎi cheese cake. The two of us gobbled up that rich nǎi oil almond swirl nǎi cheese cake. If I said that the high tremor at the end of the fork was the only thought in my mind, then I was really nonsense.
After we licked the plate clean, I looked at my watch. It was almost ten o'clock and I said "The date is over, baby"
She cast a look at me to see if I dare to call her baby again, then cleared her throat and said, "Now it's my turn. I believe you. I believe every word. I wish you ten. Tell me all this a month ago, so that I can write the truth into my book. Okay, I'm done. Now back to the rì stage. Where did you grow up?"
"No, no, no. I can't accept it. I made a long talk, and now it's your turn to make a long talk."
"I don't have a long story. I went straight to the subject. I believe you. Everything you said makes sense. The case is over. Did you keep pets when you were a kid?"
"You can't put on a pretentious look. I yelled and threatened to kill you. This is your chance for revenge."
She said: "You were shot twice. You rushed from the cliff into the Atlantic Ocean. You were in a coma for two weeks and in a wheelchair for eight weeks. Not to mention that you are wearing a sanitary napkin at this moment. Honey, I think We are even."
Alex walked into the kitchen with the plate, leaving me sitting there alone complaining about myself. As she left, she said (please note, this is the original sentence), "Max, can you make us some after-dinner drinks?"
I replied religiously: "I improvise." There was a roar of laughter everywhere.
I took two bottles of Budweiser beer from the refrigerator on the bar counter. Finish. Alex appeared again from the kitchen, her right arm drooping under the huge spotlight. She went to the bar and grabbed the beer with her free hand. I asked, "Looking for life on Mars?"
"Oh, this thing. This is for observing wild animals."
"Like chimpanzees and elephants?"
She glanced at me, glanced at me. "Are you qualified to talk to adults?"
"I passed all the exams. They said that my diploma is in the mailbox."
Alex shook his head, and I followed her through a small room to a small balcony where you could see a large lake flowing into dense woods. The reflection under the full moon makes it difficult to distinguish the end of the lake from the beginning of the forest. The tall pine trees dare not move, lest they are just reflections. There is a short gray brick wall around the concrete terrace, and I lean against it to support it. Alex snuggled me and put his hand on my shoulder, "That's Lake Wesselence."
She turned to the spotlight and began to scan the horizon back and forth. The spotlight seemed not as powerful as the moon, and I said, "If the lighthouse is broken, will you be there on call?"
She laughed, then shouted: "Look!"
Under the beam of the spotlight, a majestic moose was holding up at the edge of the forest. It shook its head, stretched out its horns like a terrible beast, and I said, "I think Rocky likes the spotlight, not Bullwinkel."
She smiled, turned to me, and blinded me with a one-megawatt light bulb inadvertently. When my eyesight recovered, Alex's hands surrounded me in a rather intimate position. In hindsight, she might have deliberately blinded my eyes.
I can feel my breath falling from her forehead, and my stomach sinks in the direction of BB like an elevator.
I slowly pushed her away and said, "I can't do it."
I looked around, looking for the ventriloquist performer hidden behind the terrace wall, but it turned out that I really said these words. In fact, I can't erase Caitlin from my mind. I didn't give her a chance, and basically, I messed her up. I owe her a chance. Forget it, I owe us a chance. I have loved her, and may still love her. If it weren't for my stubborn attitude, we would still be together.
As for Alex, she glanced at me curiously, as if asking loudly if I was in love with me. When she spoke, I thought she would ask me if I liked skating when I was a kid, but she said, "How did your parents die?"
She added, "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to tell me. This is just something I stumbled upon while doing research for this book."
Surprisingly, I remained calm and said: "A plane crash."
"Where?"
"Close to the border between California and Oregon."
"How old were you then?"
"At the age of 6, that was my first year as a detective at the Seattle Jǐng Police Station. I attended the funeral and then moved back to live with my little sister Lacie." I wisely skipped the part about the immortal heritage.
"Then you moved to New York?"
"A few years later, Lacey won a swimming scholarship from Temple University, and I decided to follow it. She is my only family and I can’t imagine not seeing her every day. Besides, I’ve lived in Washington for my entire life and I’m ready. make change."
"So you started with the Philadelphia Jǐng Police Station?"
"Not exactly. In Seattle, I was more or less kicked out of the Jǐng team, thinking that I could not abide by the rules and regulations of other departments."
She nodded.
I continued, "I have an old friend from college. He is a homicide detective in Philadelphia. He often asks me what I think about the case. I solved several of his cases, and soon the Jǐng Bureau hired me as a consultant. . Then a year ago, the FBI came knocking on the door."
Alex knows everything I have just described verbatim, but I don't want to hinder the conversation. I saw an opportunity and quickly asked: "Considering that I thought you were a man until eight hours ago, why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
She screamed, "Do you think I am a man?"
"Well, this name doesn't have much room for imagination."
"Yeah, if I say I didn't mean it, then I'm lying."
Isn't it? Why not just go and watch fancy movies, prank movies, or pretend movies. I asked, "So you started using the name Alex instead of Alexander?"
"No. Alex is my name. My parents are sure they are pregnant with a boy."
"So I think you are lucky, your name is not Jack or Fred."
"Oh, I don't think they will be so cruel. Even though I think they are sure that they made me into a lesbian love."
I laughed. "Why do they think so?"
She stroked her shoulder-length beaver brown hair. "Until about a year ago, my hair had always been short, just like Demi Moore."
She looked at me as if I had already boarded the short-distance bus to her house, and then said, "I want to see that diploma."
When I heard a rustle on the balcony wall, Alex was telling me some background knowledge. I grabbed the spotlight and illuminated the beast, a little rabbit. Maybe he was the friend who beat the gloating guy. I also did not exclude Bigwig, Pfeiffer, Pipkin, blueberries or hazelnuts.
Alex added: "I'm in college. I won a national cross-country scholarship from Boston College and studied journalism."
Trail running, which explains this number. I commented on this, "You look like a runner."
She smiled triumphantly. "For those who are not so traditional binge and run, I chose the traditional binge and run way." She looked at me and said, "You also look like a runner."
For women, this is an incredible compliment; for men, it is an incredible insult. "Thank you. I have adopted a lead-based diet."
"You mean bread?"
"No, I mean bullets."
She covered her mouth, "Oh, I forgot. But when you are in a wheelchair, shouldn't you gain weight?"
I patted my stomach. "Good metabolism." In English, there are no two words that irritate a woman more than good and metabolism.
Alex shook his head. "I hate people like you. If I don't go for a run tomorrow morning, I will have a fat pocket in the shape of a nǎi cheesecake in my butt."
I don't believe it at all. "How far?"
She pointed with her finger. "Eight miles."
"How did you think of eight?"
"A glass of wine is a mile. Walked four miles for cheesecake."
I want to know how many hours of my life. She looked at my face and said, "Eight hours. A mile of running is equivalent to an hour of love."
We all stood there, looking at an unpolished short fat man. If I say that the idea in my head is PG-1, then I am lying. I heard a faint ringing in the background of a movie playing in my mind, and the heroine Xela said, "I think your phone is ringing."
The ringtone really came from my pocket, and I took out the phone. I checked the caller ID and it was Lacey. If it’s someone else, I’ll click on the voicemail. I turned on the phone, "What's the matter?"
"I just called to tell you that you are the host here. You make me feel so good."
Did you catch her? My little prank. I strategically placed thirty fly traps around the house. If you are not familiar with fly traps, they are separated about three feet from the ceiling, covered by half of sap and half of Elmer's jelly mixture. When I went out, there were three sticking to my face, and I hung them up. "Thank you, Ressie Prescott. This means a lot to you, although it is easy to do when your prey is deaf, dumb, and blind." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)