[The Great Gatsby] Male God

Nick had just taken a nervous breath.

Gatsby is so gentle that Nick doesn't know what to do.He didn't know if Gatsby did it on purpose, and he didn't dare to struggle.

Turning his head slightly, he peeked at Gatsby's face.

Gatsby still kept his eyes slightly closed.

Nick thought he must have guessed wrong, Gatsby couldn't have done it on purpose in his dream.Maybe it was just trying to grab the sheets and just getting the wrong one.

Soon he understood that this was nothing but self-deception.

"Hmm..." Nick closed his lips tightly, and a little voice came out from between his lips and teeth.

Then, the tense body relaxed.

He looked at the hand in horror, which was still moving slightly, then, it stopped naturally, and let go of the burden on the other side.He saw that Gatsby still had a sleepy face, and he was even more quiet.

Nick looked at him by the moonlight, and a complex emotion came to his heart.

Gatsby may not know how happy he was just now.It also made him ashamed.He likes men, this secret is like a bomb buried in his heart, he dare not think about it, dare not touch it.

Nick kept avoiding it. Even when self-blasphemy was commonplace in the barracks, he still kept himself clean. How many people laughed at him for being prudish at that time, he didn't make any distinctions.A large part of the reason is to hide this secret.

He liked men, and had thought Gatsby was unusual since the first time he saw him.

Gatsby ignited the bomb, and it exploded, leaving fragments in his heart.

It is impossible for him to forget.I also thought I would never see him again.

But fate is so strange.He'd seen him the first day in the East, they'd lived together the third day, and, just now, had done that.

Because of Gatsby, his life will never be the same again.

Nick closed his eyes, feeling a crack in his heart.Anxiety swam in quietly but swiftly like a hasty fish.

The fish had teeth and was biting his heart.Poke it and poke it again.A little pain, but not very painful.But jump by jump.

He was at a loss again.

When he woke up, he found a shameful thing.

Nick got out of bed on the other side and made a point of peeking at Gatsby's hand before going to the bathroom.

Gatsby's left hand was resting on the side of the bed, hanging in the air and feeling uncomfortable, but he wanted to pretend that he didn't know anything.

Especially when Nick ran over and was looking at him, his body was as tense as an immovable rock.

Of course Gatsby wasn't asleep.

When Nick walked away, he opened his eyes secretly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his hands, but there was a special sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Nick's performance just now gave him another message, and he was relieved.

He closed his eyes slightly, and put his left hand back where it was.

After a while, Nick came back from the cold water and sat on the head of the bed, wiping with a towel.Every time he wiped it, Gatsby's heart tightened, and he wiped it again, and Gatsby felt that he could not help laughing.

However, he did not move after all.

He slightly raised the corner of his lips, and squeezed it before it had more changes.It seemed as quiet as a statue.

After Nick wiped it clean, he sighed softly and walked away.

Gatsby didn't know what he was thinking, but his heart was beating very fast, as fast as a running train going into a cave, suddenly dark, and then suddenly bright again.

He believes that one day their future will be bright.

Nick packed everything up and lay back beside Gatsby.The two closed their eyes with similar thoughts.After about a quarter of an hour, they all fell asleep.

The next morning, when Nick woke up at seven o'clock, the smell was already wafting from the kitchen.

it's gatsby making the spaghetti

Nick thought about it, and he did buy flour and a lot of ingredients for bean paste between these two days.I didn't expect Gatsby to use it so quickly.It seemed that he really regarded himself as a co-tenant in order to be so unrestrained.

But how can a man with a broken hand work?

Nick rushed over nervously.

Gatsby turned around with a smile: "It's not as hard as you think." The materials are all ready-made, in the storage cabinet.

Nick replied a little shyly: "I have hired a servant, and I will start work next week."

Gatsby nodded.In addition, he said to him: "The housekeeper next door came here just now, I will go home later and get some materials."

Nick asked in surprise: "Why did Mr. Gatsby lend you his car?"

Because I am.Gatsby laughed, thinking it was a good thing he didn't say it.He nodded suggestively, and Nick thought of something.

Gatsby's car once appeared in the garage, and he has been "on a business trip" now, so maybe he will borrow it because of this kind of friendship.While envious of Gatsby's good luck, Nick felt that this strange neighbor was an out-and-out good person.

As good as... the "Gates" in front of you.

Nick looked at him a little confused, and was grateful for the decision to share the rent.After Gatsby made breakfast, he sent him to work.

When Nick came back from get off work, Gatsby had retrieved the pen and the writing materials.

Nick saw that the handwriting was newly transcribed, and he was a little more curious besides the novelty.Gatsby watched carefully at the desk with him, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, and the handwriting on those records is a little unclear, so I hurriedly copied a copy and added some of my own opinions. I hope it can help you."

Popular language is of course much easier to accept than boring textbooks.Nick looked into Gatsby's red eyes and thought, he must have stayed up all night.

For this old friend, Nick actually felt an indescribable gratitude, and what was even more strange to him was that Gatsby seemed to be pampering him.

He looked over with a hint of doubt and confusion.Gatsby turned his eyes just in time.Those eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea were clear and bright, as if they had seen his heart.

Nick immediately turned his face to the side and let out a heavy breath.He remembered another thing.In the mornings of these two days, he would do morning exercises on the grass in front of the door.Occasionally staring at the opposite castle with envious eyes.In a quiet atmosphere, imagine the appearance of the neighbors.

Involuntarily, he overlays the person in his fantasy with the Gatsby in front of him, imagining his appearance as a gentleman in a suit, but he is so anxious that he can't be at ease anymore.