《Flowing City》冰 δ 月光之尘

4、第 4 章

　　He was far, far better than she could reach, the thing she wants was just an illusion, an illusion of him she could get

　　Lance wake up and find he was sleeping on his chair; a coat of female style covered him, pink green, with the fresh aroma of fancy soap.
　　The slim figure of Cynthia appeared in his head, the girl looked quite simple, silent but neat and gentle.

　　Every girl by his side is more beautiful than her, but he felt relaxed and comfortable with her accompany. She’s mild and soft, gave out the fresh feeling with her female style and soft temper.

　　Lance felt upset for nothing special, the pressure of work, the loneliness in this cold city, every business campaign, the deceptive appearance of surrounding people… he just could not bear, and he felt so tired, tired in heart.

　　He just wanted to pure it out, so when Cynthia hand in the files, it explode. He was not aim at her, whoever came in this moment, would hit the skids. She just came in the moment.

　　He shouted at her for nothing her did, she was amazed at the beginning, but quickly got calm. From the morning, she was aware of his upset from the morning, Lance put too much burden on himself, he needn’t to do it so hard, he shouldn’t be so restrained, everyday was like a new campaign to him, he wanted everything to be perfect. When competitors fell down before him one by one, he still didn’t satisfy. He work harder than ever and never give himself and others the opportunity to relax.

　　She was listening quietly during his 20 minutes blowing up, till he stopped.

　　“Is that all?”

　　Her asked in a sweet soft tone, the smile on her face was gentle but glittering.

　　He was puzzled, why she could smile when he is shouting at her unreasonable?
　　She placed the files on his desk.

　　After few minutes, when she took a cup of hot coffee to him, he still puzzled, but he felt really better.

　　He was really like a child, not only when he was sleeping, he didn’t know how to arrange his life, and he didn’t know how to show his feeling. In the appearance, he is perfect, mature, independent and confident, but she felt in the deep heart he was really like a little child who had never grown up, fragile and need to be petted, need some one take care of him.

　　The day was Valentine’s Day, after her colleagues all hurried off work, Cynthia still stayed in office, lance hadn’t go home, she was always notice this.

　　No chocolate and no rose received in this lover’s day. Cynthia bought herself a piece of chocolate, though no one cared for her, she could cared for herself,

　　After 7:00, people had all gone, the company offices were empty. The lights in Lance’s office was still on, hasn’t he got a lover? He’s such a perfect man.

　　Lance went out of his office, looking into the empty office room; he was a little desolate, till this morning when he drove by the flower shop, he remembered today is the valentine’s day, a romantic day, but without romantic mood.

　　Went by the out room of the office, Lance saw the pink green figure still lingered there, the dolorous lonely air surround her was like a black tulip, silky and drowsy. She’s slim and fragile, stood there before the glittering lamplight of the night.

　　In a second he had the impulse to wake her up.

　　“Cynthia!”

　　His voice went before his mind. Before he could think clear what he was doing.
　　“Would you please have this Valentine’s day together with me.”

　　She was surprised, she was just there to tidy up the files for him, she never thought he could say it to her, she don’t think she had the honor.
　　He was obvious aware of what he had said.

　　“A lonely night, isn’t it? Do you want to drown in sorrow of loneliness in this special day?”

　　He wanted to make it clear.

　　She smiled relieved.

　　In a second he was bewildered and got the illusion as if she was really a lover.

　　Dim yellow light from kindle fancy it into a dream, whispers of lovers were flowing in the air like bee wings.
　　Dark red liquid in the crystal cup was shine with rays of silk and velvet luster. It’s the day with dream, decorated in city’s material way.
　　Flower, wine, dream & illusion melt into a melody.
　　Pure or harsh, true or fake, it’s nothing important, we all enjoy in this dream we vamp up.