, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When a minor trouble came to his door, Erik was reading the email that Charles had written to him, and was considering every word in order to give a decent reply.
But obviously, this is not a very nice email, because sitting next to him, his baby daughter Nina, who is competing with omelets with a fork, is quietly moving her eyes towards the computer screen, with her beloved pair of eyes. Her honey-colored eyes rolled around, looking at the screen, then at her father, at her father, and then at the screen. However, because she didn't know much about reading, she didn't recognize some words, so she couldn't understand why her father looked unhappy. appearance.
Erik failed to notice his daughter's peek. He was upset because of this email, an email from Charles.
This email was not long, but had enough new words, and the narrative was precise enough. In a not very gentle tone, it told him a shocking and ups and downs story - Charles' son Harry, when he was studying in a magic school, After falling off a cursed broomstick; and then, after the principal of the magic academy came to deliver two magical items, the eleven-year-old child became involved with a speedster named Peter. Under the escort, he went on a time travel that Erik couldn't understand, and faced the damn person who wanted to murder an eleven-year-old boy. A contest between the mutant boy and the black magic wizard began, which made Erik Charles was proud that the wizard escaped as a result of this short battle...
It sure sounds like some best-selling fantasy, but that's not the point.
For Erik, the point is that damn hogwarts, how dare you treat Harry like this? Are they just putting Charles' precious son in danger at any time?
Maybe he and Charles shouldn't have discussed and agreed on Harry going to a wizarding school in the first place. The child was obviously gifted, had rare abilities, and was taught well enough by Charles. He obviously didn't need to be a wizard to make Charles proud.
Erik could imagine how bad Charles felt after knowing these things and having to accept them. If Charles hadn't said that the matter had been successfully resolved, Erik would have almost wanted to go back to the United States directly, right away.
"dad?"
When Erik read the email, he found that Nina was looking at him motionless.
"What's wrong, baby?" Erik put his arm around the little girl's shoulders.
"What are you looking at, Dad?" Nina raised her head and asked, "I saw Uncle Charles's name."
"Yes, Charles wrote me an email." Erik closed the computer, "Have you finished your breakfast?"
"Dad, I like the caramel waffles in this store." The little girl swung her legs a few times, "Can we eat here again next time?"
"Of course." Erik said. At this time, he thought of something. After a pause, he lowered his head and asked Nina who was wiping her mouth, "Nina?"
"What's the matter, dad?" Nina raised her head and asked with a wink.
Erik straightened the rabbit hairpin on her head and asked, "What if I said, let's go to Charles' house for Christmas—"
"Dad, that's great! That means I can spend Christmas with Harry, right dad!"
Nina happily threw herself into her father's arms, hugging his neck, her eyes shining brightly, "Really, Dad? Yes, yes?"
"Yes, honey," Erik said, "Your grandparents went to Las Vegas for a trip this year, so we can go to Charles' place to spend Christmas." He patted his daughter, "Now that you've finished eating, you can go to the door Feeding the pigeons outside.”
"Will you tell Uncle Charles and Harry that we will spend Christmas with them?" Nina asked expectantly.
"Yes, I will," Erik nodded hurriedly, "I mean, I'll write an email and tell them right now."
"Sorry to excuse you, sir," while the father and daughter were deciding their Christmas plans, a waiter came over with a glass of wine on a tray, "This glass of wine comes from the generous and charming lady over there."
Erik frowned. This is not to say that after his wife died of illness, no lady favored him - but he himself refused any flirtation. That was the case before he got married, and even more so after he had Nina.
"This color is so beautiful," the little girl who had never drunk alcohol said enviously as she looked at the cocktail with several gorgeous gradient colors, "Can I drink it?"
"No, honey." Erik put the glass of wine away and motioned to the waiter to take it back, "Please say thank you for me, but unfortunately, I don't drink."
Nina had a flat mouth, and when she saw this, she had no choice but to run out the door with regret and make love with the white pigeon. Erik is not worried about her at all. If someone wants to do something wrong to her, the pigeons will protect her, and all the animals nearby will protect her. Moreover, Erik has already inquired about it - there is a zoo nearby.
He reopened the computer and looked at the blank reply box, thinking hard about how to start.
Dear charles, nice to hear from you?
No, this is too common. When Charles told him all this, he should hope that he would put this matter in an important position like himself, and he was sure that he did so. Erik believed so firmly and speculated on Charles's mood thousands of miles away.
My old friend, after seeing your terrible situation, I have to ask... No, Erik felt that he couldn't control this complicated tone. This was the beginning of Charles' condolence letter, not Erik's own. He didn't want his The letter becomes a curious object of varying styles, or another object worthy of ridicule.
Then write directly like this: charles——
No. erik rejected it again. This sounds like his style, but it's too callous.
Erik pushed the computer away and sighed at his chaotic mind. This is not the first time that he has written to Charles, and it is definitely not the first time for Erik to worry about how to reply to a letter. However, it is still very difficult, because Erik knows that this is the first time since their lives have been much calmer. Once, Charles unbearably confided his troubles and pain to him.
This is special, Erik said to himself.
Erik has always gotten himself into all kinds of troubles, and the person who saves him is often Charles, who is shrewd, considerate, considerate, and extremely tolerant to everyone. With his persuasion and efforts, Erik becomes this person. Only then did he live a life that could not be said to be perfect, but happy enough. He even had Nina, his little angel.
Now an opportunity was placed in front of Erik - he had the opportunity to comfort the troubled Charles. However, when he decided to do it, he found that it was extremely difficult. Maybe for Erik, it would be a big blow. The head of the President of the United States is simpler than writing a letter of relief to Charles.
While he was refining his words, a female arm smelling of high-end perfume and painted with bright nail polish wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Want a drink?" The woman stood behind him and said softly.
"Go away." Erik replied without hesitation.
"-Oh, that's not what you said a few years ago."
It's hard for anyone to let Erik swallow his dissatisfaction easily. But there was no doubt that when this woman turned to him, she was definitely that kind of person.
A woman walked up to Eric on slender high heels. Her long blond curly hair was as dazzling as her blue eyes. Her posture was elegant and her figure was hot. Her tight white suit and long white neck made her look like a swan. , proud and beautiful, looks impeccable, no woman can steal anyone's attention from her.
Of course, she had a beauty that made people fall to their knees, but that wasn't the reason why Erik swallowed back his words of rejection.
"...emma?!"
Erik slowly read out the person's name in an uncertain but decisive tone.
"Thank you for remembering my name, boss." The beauty sat down unceremoniously on the other side of Erik, took out an invitation card from her handbag and slapped it on the table with a very light force. as if she was going to ruin her freshly painted nail polish, "hi, i'm getting married, erik."
When she spoke, her expression was so natural and her tone was calm, which made Erik begin to wonder if he had only seen her and her boyfriend last month, or if this woman had not disappeared for at least five or six years.
"You haven't contacted me for five or six years," Erik said in disbelief, "and now the first thing you say when you see me is tell me that you are getting married - and then give me an invitation to invite me to attend. wedding?"
"Oh, but I remember that ten years ago you also swore to me, 'No, Charles and I are just friends.' Nine years ago, you told me that we were probably finished. Five years ago, you sent me an email saying that you were not. What hope is there anymore?" Emma showed a charming-looking smile, but Erik knew it was definitely a sarcastic smile, which made all the single men in the store stare at Erik jealously, "But look, you Now in France, I'm discussing with your little sweetheart to go to Charles' house and spend Christmas with him. Is this because my memory is wrong?"
"I don't see anything wrong with spending Christmas with friends." Erik replied calmly, "And it's you who need to explain, Emma. I remember you said you should never get married - and you even harassed Charles, saying He’d be a good one-night stand.”
"If you just call friendly chatting harassment." Emma was unmoved and nudged the beautiful white invitation card with her fingertips, "It's just that I'm getting married to my boyfriend. This There’s no need to talk, Erik, you have to help.”
"Help? I thought I was just attending as a friend." Erik said unmoved, "And I remember that your father is still alive, your family has a fortune, and you have countless men at your disposal."
a snorted: "As if that is of any use - listen, Erik, you are one of my few old friends, so you have to help, such as planning the wedding, such as taking care of security issues, such as helping me contact Your old friend, for another example," she raised her eyebrows, her eyes falling on Nina, who was sent by Erik to feed the pigeons in the square outside the door, her tone softened a little, "lend me your cute little angel to be a flower girl. I will find a top designer to design a princess dress for her, it will be very cute.”
Erik was not surprised to find that this woman was simply terrifying when it came to arousing people.
Although he was treated like this by his former subordinates, Erik had to admit that he could do everything Emma asked, so it was not too much to help. Moreover, Emma is indeed one of the few friends he knows. When a friend gets married and he is responsible for helping, it is really not too much at all. Even for people like Eric, these things are a bit too much.
"...So, when is the wedding date?" Erik asked, "And who is the lucky guy?"
A is undoubtedly a person who has high demands on herself and others. Erik can't think of any man who can marry her - unless that man is colder than Emma and has powerful mutant abilities, or There is something in that man that Emma wants.
But if it’s the last one, it doesn’t seem worth it for Emma to come to France in person and hand the invitation to Erik’s table. It’s obvious that Emma values this wedding and even regards it as her precious first second marriage, so she wants the best of everything.
"Christmas." Emma crossed her two long legs and stacked one on top of the other. The short skirt was a feast for the eyes of the man at the next table. "My stupid boyfriend insists on having a wedding on this day - he is Christ. An ordinary person from a religious background.”
"...You found a Christian to be your husband?" Erik felt like he heard a joke again.
"Yes, he believes in God very ridiculously, but I kind of like to see how stupid he is every time he tries to use theology to explain my abilities." Emma said lightly, "No matter what, he is a blind date given to me by my father. This is my favorite one on the list.”
"Your father?" Erik knew that Emma had a father who was a professional and arbitrary business tycoon. When talking about this, his tone became serious, "I don't think you need to obey your father's orders."
"Oh, don't be stupid Erik," Emma's usual reserve softened a little because of these words, and she stretched out her arms to hug Erik, "I won't let anyone dominate my life—— So this is my own choice, do you understand, boss?"
"I'm no longer your boss." Eric hugged her back, "Then - I will help, Emma."
"That's great," Emma said with a smile, "So, are you going to contact Charles? I kind of hope he can help too. He has so many students, so he definitely has enough manpower."
Only then did Eric think of a question. He paused briefly and said to Emma: "Charles's son was admitted to a unique school this year, so he went to a British boarding school." When he said this, his face was not very good, "He won't be able to come home until Christmas...I'm not sure they'll be available to help."
"Oh, that's great, please ask him to bring his son with him." Emma was not worried at all after hearing this, but was in high spirits, "In this way, I have a pair of flower girls together. Don't worry, Erik, I will keep the child’s mother out for you.”
Erik coughed heavily: "Harry is Charles's adopted son."
"Oh, I forgot - that means you still have a chance to reunite with him to form a sweet family?" Emma raised her eyebrows and looked at her former boss meaningfully, staring hard at his unnatural look. Look, "Want me to put you both in the same hotel room, erik?"
"Emma - don't do unnecessary things." Erik felt a long-lost foreboding, and he warned the woman, "Don't cause trouble for Charles."
"Oh, how sweet, Erik." Emma took out a mobile phone and pulled up a photo with ease, pretending to sigh. The photo was obviously taken again through the mobile phone camera against an old photo. It showed a young couple. The men were lying on a big red bed, and one of them was sitting next to her, "You were much more frank when you were young than you are now."
Erik doesn't want to comment further. With a slight movement of his mind, the mobile phone in Emma's hand twisted into a ball of scrap metal.
"erik——"
"I'll buy you a new one." He picked up the cocktail and took a sip, turning his head away from his former subordinate in annoyance.
A wasn't angry at all about this, he just snorted and looked at Erik with raised eyebrows, his eyes filled with pity.
"It's okay, Erik," Emma said, pretending to be ambiguous, "you know I will never blame you, honey."
"You don't want the new sports car parked outside the door, do you?" Erik endured his irritation and whispered, "As a bride-to-be, you shouldn't waste your time here."
"Thanks for the reminder. So, where is Charles?" Emma took out another invitation from her bag, held it between her slender fingers and shook it a few times, half-smiling, "And his son?"
"...I will convey it." Erik said through gritted teeth.
"oh i love you so much erik."
A's smile deepened, but he still didn't let Eric go.
"Did you really love him, Erik? Although I think the answer is obvious, I still have to ask you - did you love him?"
a asked softly in his ear, his movements ambiguous, as if they were talking about something private, rather than discussing Erik's relationship.
Erik looked at the cocktail Emma brought over and said nothing.
The color of the wine was bright red with bright gold, but Erik knew that when it tasted, it would taste sweet mixed with bitterness.
It's like a fire that ignites the whole world in winter, like a rare dream in the sleep obtained after despair, like... a person, after being alone and lonely for a long time, finally obtains love.
"Or do I have to change the question?" Emma changed her position and stared at Erik, "Are you still in love with him?"
Silence still spread in the small area where these two people were.
"He can get the best," Eric whispered in the end, "the best wife, the best family... I will always come back to him when he is in need, but that's all."
"Erik, that's not what I'm asking," Emma looked like she couldn't bear it. She knocked on the table, "Since I'm a tight-lipped person, is there anything you can't tell me?"
Erik turned to look at her. At this moment, he still had a smile on his face, and then he said something that made Emma feel that her hands were itching.
"You women have always known the answers, you've always been the ones who know everything - so don't ask me, Emma, and don't ask him, it doesn't make sense, not at all."
