In their first few months together, Mr. Yakhil Gefan, the boss’s name, stayed in the hotel every two weeks, went back to the hotel to sleep after Susan’s residence was warm, and then took the train to go back to the business the next day to enjoy the real family happiness. Later, Susan pointed out that the money was really spent wrongly, and Mr. Shugefan certainly felt very considerate and happy that Susan could be so considerate. Honestly, it was really a bit of a toss to stop renting a car in the cold winter night. It was gratifying that Susan didn’t want to see him wasting money for herself. This woman not only saved money, but also saved money for Valentine

Mr. Yakhil is quite proud of the spring breeze. They often go to Mon panas to find a high-end restaurant in the evening, but occasionally Susan cooks in the apartment. She cooks delicious food, which suits Mr. Yakhil’s spleen and stomach. If the weather is warm in the evening, Mr. Yakhil usually wears a short-sleeved shirt at home. He buys paintings quite wantonly, but he has to see Susan before he buys them. Soon after, he also loses her eyes. Susan never fights with the art dealer and always takes him directly to the studio to buy paintings. Therefore, the price is half that of buying paintings outside. Mr. Yakhil knows that she has money, and
Susan is also very satisfied with her loyalty to Yakhil. In other words, she is cautious to avoid too much involvement from other men, but if she meets her lover, she doesn’t object to not letting him spend the night in bed with him. Susan thinks this is at least a respect for Mr. Yakhil. After all, thanks to his life, he can be safe and decent.
When I first met Susan, a friend of mine, a painter, lived with Susan as a model in the studio. I often sat by and watched, but I still met her occasionally, but the probability was not high. After she moved to panas, we really became familiar with her. At that time, Mr. Yakhil called him Susan behind his back and read one or two French translations of my novels, so he invited me to a restaurant to have dinner with them one night. He was a very small and short Susan with half a head and iron gray hair and a beard. He was a little fat and a beer belly, but it was not too exaggerated. Let him be more stylish. He walks with full posture. Obviously, he is very proud of the spring breeze. This dinner is very particular. He also said politely that he is very happy with Susan, a friend of mine. He knew at a glance that I sent someone and hoped that I could appreciate Susan’s advantages. Unfortunately, he didn’t have to leave Susan alone often because of Lille’s career and family. He would feel more at ease if Susan shared her knowledge. Although he is a businessman, he has always admired literati.
This gentleman’s art and literature are all the glory of France, and of course he has a strong military strength. I am just a wool weaver, but I dare say that the painter’s position in my mind is equivalent to that of a military general and a political leader.
I couldn’t have heard this better.
Susan refused to hire a maid to beat her family, on the one hand, to save money, on the other hand, because she was very aware that she hated people meddling. She made the apartment clean and tidy, and the decorations were quite fashionable. She sewed all her clothes by hand, but now that she is no longer a model, she still has a hard time. She had a brainwave. Since painters used to be experienced and practiced painting, she bought canvas brushes, oil paints and other tools. When she started painting, I invited her to dinner. When I arrived at the apartment early, I would see her dressed and busy waving brushes. Susan’s pen was heavy Now the artistic style of lovers in the past, like the fetus in the palace, contains a process of species evolution. Her landscape painting, the landscape painter’s shadow painting and the three-dimensional painter’s shadow painting also drew a moored sailboat according to a letter, which is very similar to the Scandinavian painter. Her drawing skills are not good enough, but she is sensitive enough to color, so she enjoys it.
Mr. Yakhil encouraged her to think that his mistress was actually a painter, and he felt a sense of satisfaction. When he was determined, Susan chose a painting to participate in the autumn salon and was successfully selected for the exhibition. Both of them saw it and Mr. Yahir gave a suggestion.
Don’t paint by other men, dear Mr. Yakhil said that to keep a woman’s style, you don’t need to blindly pursue pen power to please others, but you should also be honest with yourself. It is very effective when you play some small tricks in the shopping mall, but as far as art is concerned, honesty is not the policy, but the only rule.
They have been living for five years when I write, and they are satisfied with each other.
It’s really dull to be with him, Susan told me, but he’s smart and has a good position. I’m not young, and I have to consider the current situation.
Susan is considerate and considerate. Mr. Yakhil attaches great importance to her opinions. Whenever Yakhil talks about business and family, Susan doesn’t concentrate on listening to his daughter’s failure in the exam. Susan is sad with her loss. Her son is engaged to a money girl. Susan is jumping for joy. Mrs. Biahill is one of his only daughters. After the merger, both manufacturers benefit from it. Today, Mr. Yakhil’s son is the common interest base of a middle-aged happy marriage. Mr. Yakhil also revealed to Susan that he intends to marry his daughter to a noble.
Of course, it’s a good thing for her, Susan said
Mr. Yakhil arranged for Susan to send her daughter to a monastery for a good education, and he even promised to make a living by typing and shorthand when her daughter became an adult.
She must be beautiful when she grows up, Susan told me, but it’s not bad to type with some education. She is too young to talk about anything, and maybe she doesn’t have the temperament.
Susan’s implication is that she wants me to weigh the implication. I think it’s right.
nine
About a week later, I happened to meet Larry. That night, I had dinner, watched a movie, and sat on the side of Mon panas Avenue drinking beer. At this time, Larry strolled in. Susan was surprised. To my surprise, she greeted Larry. Larry came to our table and kissed her cheek. Susan looked startled and couldn’t believe her eyes.
Can I sit down? He said I haven’t had dinner yet and I want to order something to eat.
Wow, it’s good to see you, little baby. Susan said her eyes lit up. What brings you here all these years? God, you’re so thin, I still think you’re dead
But I’m not dead. Larry blinked. How’s odette?
Odette is Susan’s daughter.
Oh, she’s a girl. She’s beautiful. She remembers you.
You never said you knew Larry. I told Susan
What can I say? I didn’t know you knew him. We are old friends.
Larry ordered bacon and eggs, and Susan told him all about her daughter. By the way, Larry listened to her and kept smiling. Susan said that she had settled down and practiced painting, and then turned to me and said that I had made a lot of progress, right? Of course, I am not a genius, but my talent is no less than that of many painters I know.
Did you sell the painting? Larry asked
I don’t sell paintings. She answered easily. I entered personally.
What luck!
Tell lucky it’s Cong. You must come and see me.
Susan wrote down her address on a piece of paper and insisted that Larry agree to come. She said excitedly, and it didn’t take long for Larry to pay the bill.
Are you leaving? she asked
Yes, Larry said with a smile
He paid the money and waved to us and left. I laughed. He was really unique. One second he was in front of you, and then he left for no reason, as if he had disappeared.
Why did he leave as soon as possible? Susan said unhappily
Maybe a woman is waiting for him. I answered half jokingly
Isn’t this nonsense? She took the mirror from her bag and powdered her face. It’s her bad luck that any woman loves him.
How do you say this?