When Scout Finch woke up, it was pitch black in front of her eyes, and she couldnt estimate the time. She moved and reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, but was embraced by a long arm, and she was hugged into his arms.
"Why are you awake, sleep a bit more." He kissed her hair on her forehead and whispered affectionately in her ear.
His languid tone seemed to have magic, bewitching her to fall asleep, and soon she fell back asleep.
She woke up again, and the sky was already bright, and there was no one on the pillow. Jay Gatsby didnt know where he went.
She hugged the quilt and sat up, recalling the coquetry last night, and her heart was full of pink bubbles, her hidden marriage life seemed to have started on the right track.
She glanced at the corner of her eye and saw that Jay Gatsby didnt take his mobile phone out, she got up to wash, and watched TV for a while, but she still didnt wait for him to come back to the room. The room phone rang, and the front desk asked if she wanted to have breakfast in the room or go to the restaurant.
She wanted to drink some porridge, and she also wanted to eat some pickles and rice soup, and a small bite of cake would be perfect, thinking about it, she asked the front desk where the restaurant was and prepared to go there by herself.
Just as she walked to the entrance of the restaurant, she saw a familiar silhouette, wearing a gray casual suit, sitting by the window, drinking black coffee leisurely, holding a copy of the latest newspaper, and reading it casually.
The morning light passed through the camphor tree leaves outside the window and sprinkled him with fine pieces, and everything seemed to have returned to the early autumn of the 18th year, when they first met.
It turned out to be Nick Carraway, hes back.
Scout Finch stopped in place, a bit unable to step forward, and suddenly, a woman in a professional suit walked past her and stopped next to Nick Carraway, kissing his cheek with a smile, and sat down opposite him.
Yes, hes back, how could Myrtle Wilson be absent. She just didnt expect that after five years, they are still together.
Arent the third children and scum men in the story all dead and miserable, and everyone abandons them? Why can the dog men and women in front of her still be at ease and talk and laugh with each other?
Nick Carraway got up to get breakfast for Myrtle Wilson, and the moment he turned his head, he noticed Scout Finch.
His smile solidified for a moment, and he seemed to think for a while, but he still walked towards this side.
"Qingqing? Its really you, what a coincidence, why are you in Athens?" His voice was as bright and sunny as ever, and the years seemed to have left no traces of aging on him, and he was still the vibrant young man from before.
This realization made Scout Finch feel uncomfortable all over. Thinking about how she was planning their wedding wholeheartedly, but learned about his betrayal, the feeling of tearing heart and lung pain, she couldnt help but laugh sarcastically, "Cant I come? Except for the church where the wedding was held, I dare not enter, there is no place on earth that I cant go."
Nick Carraway didnt expect that after five years, she still hadnt forgiven him, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond at this moment.
Myrtle Wilson came over when she heard Nick Carraway calling her name, and when she heard her say this, a trace of malice flashed across her delicate face, and she hugged Nick Carraways arm and deliberately raised her voice.
"Hey, who do I think it is, it turns out to be the lady who works in the morgue. Its been a long time, isnt it? Im not saying, arent you afraid of those corpses you face every day? Are you still single in this way?"
Scout Finch listened to her sarcasm and felt funny. After so many years, she only felt disgusted when she thought of the video of this pair of dogs and men, and she had no feelings for Nick Carraway at all. Why did she have to force step by step and act like a clown.
Her stomach began to ache, Scout Finch frowned, and she didnt want to entangle with the men and women in front of her. She didnt speak anymore and walked forward.
Seeing that she was refuted and didnt speak, Myrtle Wilson thought she had hit her pain spot. She grabbed her hand and laughed.
"Dont go, after all, I slept next to you in college, and I heard you talking every day about how you wanted to climb into the bed of the male god Nick Carraway from the neighboring Economics and Management Department. Why are you so indifferent when you see each other now?"
"Nick Carraway!" Myrtle Wilson shouted in a low voice.
"You...!" The surrounding gazes gradually gathered, and Scout Finch was angry when she heard her increasingly excessive words. She raised her hand to hit her, but her wrist was grabbed, and the man gently pulled, and she fell into his arms.
Jay Gatsby put his right arm around her, and with a slight force of his left hand, he knocked away Myrtle Wilsons hand that was still holding her arm. Myrtle Wilson exclaimed in pain, "It hurts so much - you actually hit a woman!"
"Talk so indecently, are all the roommates in your university so uneducated and shameless?" He withdrew his left hand and rubbed Scout Finchs arm.
"..." Scout Finch was speechless, she didnt expect that this man also had such a poisonous side.
Nick Carraway frowned and stared at Jay Gatsbys arm around Scout Finch. He asked, "Qingqing, your boyfriend?"
"Hum, boyfriend, how could a woman like her possibly have a boyfriend," Myrtle Wilson looked up and down at this tall and handsome man, very disdainful, "This is her brother who has been abroad."
"Lets go, its too noisy here." Scout Finch didnt want to stay any longer and didnt bother with Nick Carraway.
Jay Gatsby nodded and took her arm, turned around and walked towards the elevator.
"Hey -" Myrtle Wilson wanted to say something more, but Nick Carraway grabbed her arm, "Youve been tossing around this morning, arent you hungry? After solving this mornings case, you can go back."
Myrtle Wilson was furious, bit her teeth, and didnt say anything more, and turned away from the restaurant.
In the elevator, Jay Gatsby said that he had just dealt with some work and booked a flight back to Maycomb at noon, and then asked if she had chosen what to change at home.
Scout Finch answered absentmindedly, and suddenly asked, "Arent you curious at all, just now those two people..."
"I guess almost, its probably a sad story of being green by her roommate." He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and his tone was not interested at all, as if he didnt want to know her past.
This indifferent appearance made Scout Finchs anger that had just been suppressed burn up again. He didnt want to listen, but she had to talk!
"Five years ago, I was about to get married with him, and during that time, I was busy planning our wedding, going out early and coming back late. One day, I forgot the wedding plan given by the hotel at his place, so I went back to get it, and I saw that womans shoes at the door. Unfortunately, I was timid and didnt dare to enter the bedroom, and I didnt want to accept this fact. In the end, that woman sent me a video of their affair, forcing me to face all this, and I canceled this absurd and ridiculous wedding."
"What are you angry about?" Jay Gatsby asked, frowning at her.
"Im not angry..." Being asked by him like this, Scout Finch was stunned, and she didnt feel so out of control when facing those two just now, why is she always uncontrollable when facing him.
"Hmm."
"Jay Gatsby, I think, I probably like you a bit." She looked at her reflection in his eyes and murmured.