The Day He Matured

The year-end party started at six o’clock in the evening, then at half past seven, Brian’s car arrived at the villa.

When I opened the gate, I saw that there was another person in his car, that is the assistant who often turns into a driver when Brian has too much to drink.

However, when I sent the assistant to the gate to catch a taxi, I went back in and saw that my beloved was not so drunk that he could not walk.

He seems to be still very awake, his face is a bit red, one foot kicks the other, and his posture leans forward for a few seconds and then back again after a few seconds. He still had a loving smile on his face for me.

“I thought you were drunk, so you asked your assistant to take you home.”

“Not very drunk, but I am afraid that I will die soon and leave you. I am afraid that you will follow someone else.”

I don’t know if I should believe what the drunk said, but honestly, these words of his make me very happy.

But talking about death is not good at all. I put my finger to his lips, moving it back and forth, annoyed.

“Talk nonsense, you will live a long, long life like a leech.”

“I hope so, this leech will cling to you for the rest of your life, not letting you go.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and pulled my arm around his shoulder.

God, this guy is walking unsteadily and wants to carry me. What if we both fell into the rose bush and got stabbed by its thorns?

“No, no, we should walk.” I quickly retracted my hand, and at the same time backed away.

“What’s up? You hate me, right?” Brian frowned and grimaced.

“Or… let me carry you.”

How dare the devil make me suggest such a funny thing?

This man is nearly one meter and eighty centimeters tall and his weight is almost twice mine, if I pick him up, my spine and limbs will break. I will turn into a jumbled pile of bones, the doctor will be helpless, unable to rearrange the bones for me.

“Come on, lady, are you going to assassinate your future husband?”

I was worried that Brian would be angry, but I never expected him to smile very gently, grab my hand and pull me away.

Since he became my boyfriend, I feel that he is less talkative, less angry, less dancing, screaming.

Moreover, he is the ideal lover, very caring and loving to his girlfriend. He made me feel like I was the center of his life, ideals, and dreams.

“Can you help me change my clothes?” Brian cooed as we both walked into the room.

“Just the upper part.” I said softly, my face suddenly heating up because I was so embarrassed.

“Yes, I know in moderation.”

I gently raised my hand, untied Brian’s tie, and helped him take off his vest, and then his shirt.

When I finished unbuttoning his shirt, he grabbed my hand and nodded with satisfaction.

“All right, let me do it myself. Please prepare some tea and cakes. We’ll go up to the rooftop, enjoy the wind, and watch the stars.”

This man is also very romantic. I nodded, retracted my hand, and ran away.

After making a pot of weak tea, I put some jam cake and some roasted watermelon seeds in a container and carried it up to the terrace to wait for Brian.

Tonight, the sky is very clear, there is not a single thin cloud, and I can clearly see the distant stars shining brightly.

I was enamored looking up at the sky when suddenly a warmth carrying a familiar scent pressed against my back. His arms wrapped around me in an instant.

If possible, I want time to stop, stop forever at this very loving moment.

“Honey, a shooting star.” I exclaimed excitedly when I saw the white starlight streak across the night sky.

“Be quick to pray.”

“Huh?”

“Please let Brian and Bella be together forever, to old age, to death, to the next life.”

Huh? Huh? What did Brian just say? Is there a prayer more terrifying than his prayer?

Even though he made me feel touched, I still felt chill.

But wait, someone like Brian also believes in wishes from meteors?

But that’s okay, he’s inherently not like an adult, just like a child.

Right now I found out that I hadn’t prayed. It’s been many years, I haven’t seen a shooting star.

I remember the last time I put my hands together to pray when that starlight passed over my head, it was to pray for Richard to like me.

That wish came true but it brought sadness to him and a feeling of guilt for me because the moment I knew he liked me, my heart already belonged to another man.

“Why don’t you pray?” Brian turned me around and questioned.

“You talk too loud to distract me, I can’t pray.” I pouted and blamed him.

“Ah. I speak loudly so that the shooting star and you can hear it clearly. I’m afraid you and the star are deaf. By the way, if you’ve heard it, please help me fulfill my wish.”

“Unruly.”

“I know I’m an unruly person.”

I had to give in to Brian, nodded in agreement, and then sat down with him, eating cake, and drinking tea.

The cake was delicious, the tea was sweet, and I was poured tea and fed by the handsome man, so I was very happy.

I turned into a puppy, asked him to feed me this cake, then asked him to give me that candy and asked him to blow tea to cool it.

It was too late at night, and Brian was also quite tired, so we went back to the room.

He turned into a child, rested his head on my stomach, and asked me to rub his back to sleep well.

His action made me feel like he lacked the love of his parents. I know he has a full mother and father, he is not an orphan.

When I heard the sound of his steady breathing, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In my flickering dream, colorful dresses danced around me. I saw Brian design a pure white wedding dress for me and saw him lift the veil that covered my face with his own hands.

Everything was so real until I woke up and realized it was all a dream.

“Good morning honey, let’s get ready and go. It’s eight o’clock. We will have breakfast on the way.” Brian kissed my forehead and spoke softly.

“Okay.”

A few years ago, I always went back to my hometown to visit my parents’ graves when Mrs. Alina and Brian returned from the US.

In the morning I jumped on the bus, in the afternoon I hurriedly caught the bus to return to the city, even though Mrs. Alina allowed me to take a break for two or three days.

Since the day my family became poor, the relationship in the family was even weaker than the relationships between strangers, so after burning incense and talking with my parents for a while, I left without visiting anyone’s house.

Compared to the land where I was born, now, I feel this villa gives me a feeling of warmth and safety.

The car left the villa area, gradually leaving the magnificent city behind and heading straight to the peaceful and quiet countryside.

Brian did not ask any more questions about my relatives after hearing me say that I did not want to talk about them.

At first, I took on the responsibility of showing him the way, but in the end, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was two o’clock in the afternoon and the car had stopped at the cemetery of the commune.

Fortunately, this man did not get lost.

“How do you know the way to my hometown?”

“The way is in my mouth, I asked ten people along the way.” Brian pointed to his mouth and said.

We got out of the car together. He gave me two bouquets of white chrysanthemums, and he carried two pots of yellow sunflowers and walked with me deep into the cemetery.

I have to admit that I have chosen the right future son-in-law for my parents, although I have not asked him yet, he quickly took a bucket to carry water to wash the grave.

“You seem to know this area very well. How do you know there’s a faucet there?” I asked while splashing water on the grave.

“I saw it as I went in. Don’t look down on successful entrepreneurs.”

“The complacent.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know that I’m very complacent.”

The truth is that I cannot speak more than Brian. Anyway, I have no intention of overpowering him. I want to rely on him more.

Who would have thought that his jade hands would do things like this for me? He not only loves me with sweet, winged words but also uses actions to prove it.

After half an hour, the two graves became clean and bright. When I was alone, I crawled around for an hour and a half before I finished washing two graves.

He held my hand and stood silently in front of the grave for a long time. I don’t know what he said to them anymore. He didn’t speak, he didn’t speak as loudly as he did when he prayed on the terrace.

And I didn’t dare to ask him because I noticed his serious, pensive expression.

“Bella, please introduce me to your parents.” Brian turned to me and suggested.

“Oh, yes. Mom and Dad, I took Brian to visit you two today. He is… is…”

“I am the future husband of Bella and the future son-in-law of the two of you.”

There is a gentle afternoon breeze blowing into my heart, bringing with it the warm spring sunshine, healing the wounds, soothing the smoldering pain in my heart for many years.

The sound of “husband” coming out of Brian’s mouth sounded friendly and pleasant.

“Yes, he is the man I love.” I bowed my head and said.