"Youre crazy! Get married? With a man youve known for less than 24 hours?" My good friend Myrtle Wilson couldnt believe it and roared on the WeChat video, "Does your mom know about this? Does she agree?"
"Lower the volume, baby, she didnt know at first, but with you shouting like this, its impossible to hide it." Scout Finch immediately lowered the volume of the phone and explained the whole story to her, subconsciously hiding that she was forced at the beginning, only saying it was a romantic encounter.
"Wow -" The baby who was sleeping on the other side of the video was also awakened by her, crying and sucking on her fingers while looking for her mother.
"Be good - baby dont cry, mom is here, mom is not talking about you -" She coaxed her while not forgetting to teach Scout Finch on this side of the video.
"Dont just get married because of your age, you dont even know his name, just because of last nights one-night stand? Do you think youre playing house?"
Scout Finch reached out and smoothed the facial mask on her face, thinking about whether to wear a white shirt or other colors tomorrow, and answered casually.
"Dont try to persuade me, Ive already asked for leave and stolen my familys household registration book. You know, my mom arranges a blind date for me every day, anyway, sooner or later I need to find a man who looks good to get married, let alone this one, knowing my job, took the initiative to propose to me, there should be no one more suitable than him, right?"
"Steal? So how are you going to explain to your parents after getting the certificate? First cut the chopsticks and then report? Are you going to continue living at home or go to his place? Have you thought about all this?"
"To be honest -" She thought of that sharp face, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "I dont know, Im not clear, Im not sure. My life has been very unexpected for a long time, you know, these short twenty-eight years have been arranged properly by my parents, except for this job."
"Ah - I cant argue with you, anyway, you always know what you want, but can you invite your dear husband to have a meal tomorrow? I also want to get to know him." Myrtle Wilson pouted, "You go to bed early tonight, I was so excited that I didnt sleep all night, and the photo on the marriage certificate is really ugly."
Scout Finch nodded, hung up the video, and saw two unread messages. It turned out that Mrs. Calpurnia had sent her the contact information and photo of the blind date last night. She casually opened it, and that familiar face was in sight.
It turned out to be him again!
"Jay Gatsby..." She couldnt help but read his name out loud.
She saved his number and hesitated for a while, then added his WeChat, and then put down her phone and went to wash up. When she slid into the bed and opened WeChat again, she was sure that the friend request was accepted.
The avatar is a girls back, and the nickname is a capital S. Her gaze sank, thinking for a while, she still changed his remark to a lover.
She opened the chat box, but she didnt know what to say. She felt a bit uncomfortable about his avatar in her heart, and she wanted to ask about that corpse, but what identity and position does she have at this time? Will he think she is too much and asks for too much?
Scout Finch scratched her hair in annoyance, rolling back and forth in bed. Suddenly, she saw that the other side was typing, so she sat up abruptly and stared at the screen of the mobile phone. After a while, the message from the other side came through -
Good night rest.
Four words, no punctuation, its really polite and unfamiliar. Scout Finch thought, sent him good night, put down the phone to sleep, and a lot of expectations for future married life flooded into her mind, and she fell asleep at sunrise.
Because it was a working day, and it didnt hit 5.20, 2.14, and other meaningful days, there was only one couple registering for marriage in the Civil Affairs Bureau.
When filling out the form, the aunt glanced at Jay Gatsby several times and chatted with Scout Finch, "Sister, you are so fortunate, your husband looks like a considerate and caring person. How did you meet?"
She smiled and was about to make up a love story about childhood sweethearts growing up together and falling in love, when Jay Gatsby took the form from her hand and handed it to the aunt with his, and then grabbed her right hand, and his thin lips pursed.
"Its just a blind date, I saw that she can cook and be caring, very suitable to be taken home as a daughter-in-law, so I launched an attack."
She was startled by his sudden action, and the warmth from the back of her hand smoothed her unease in her heart. Scout Finch quietly changed the direction of her palm and held his hand back.
"Is that so, the more I look at you, the more suitable you are, my son doesnt have your fortune. Okay, then I wish you a happy marriage and early birth of children," the aunt put the two red little books under the steel seal machine, pressed it, and then took it out and turned around to hand it to them, "Happy marriage!"
Scout Finch took the marriage certificate and looked at the two heads depending on each other on it a bit distracted. She, got married?
Jay Gatsby calmly thanked the aunt, then led her out of the Civil Affairs Bureau hall.
"I have to rush to Athens for a meeting this afternoon," he said, taking out the key from his coat pocket, "Ill send you the address later, you can live in any room, but please dont enter my master bedroom, and dont go in and out of my study."
"What?" Scout Finch didnt understand what he meant, "Dont we sleep together?"
Jay Gatsby pushed his glasses with his right hand, his lips were smiling, polite and elegant, but what he said was as cold as the wind in December, and he cut her heart that had just warmed up.
"I thought you understood, I just need to marry, and you just need to marry, I sleep very lightly, not used to having someone around. If there is a physiological need, you can go to each others room first, and then go back to the room after its done."
If it werent for the possible transfer in the city in the future... A married image is always better than being alone, and he wouldnt consider marrying her.
"If... If you married the girl in your avatar, would you treat her like this..." Scout Finch couldnt help asking.
"Shes dead, and you were the one who embalmed her." Jay Gatsbys tone was light, as if the two were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"If... If you dont like it, you can also not move over, but my work may sometimes require you to attend a dinner together, I hope you can attend and maintain a decent appearance and smile."
And Scout Finch looked at the man who had become her husband, and a trace of regret quietly climbed up her heart.
She can accept that her husband doesnt love her very much at the moment, because they still have a lifetime.
But she cant accept that there is a person in his heart, and its a person who has already died. Because she knows that the dead are always sealed in the hearts of the living in the most perfect posture, and no one can replace them.
Seeing Scout Finch silent, Jay Gatsby looked at his watch, made a phone call, and soon a driver drove up in front of them.
"Goodbye." He said goodbye politely and distantly, and until the car door closed and smoothly drove towards the city hall, Scout Finch didnt speak again.
She felt strange about herself, and her hand that had just been held by him was slightly trembling.
Clearly... Clearly, she was just tired of the endless blind date life, and she didnt love him or rely on him so much, but when he mentioned their marriage so lightly and objectively, she felt that every word of his was like a thumbtack, gently touching and nailing her heart.
In fact, she still has expectations and longings for him and marriage...