Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang woke up with a splitting headache and still didn't know where he was. Strange room, strange room decoration, and strange bed.

It wasn't until he stood naked in front of the large French window with a headache and looked out, saw the vast sea, smelled the salty smell of the sea breeze, and heard the faint sound of the adhan in his ears that he remembered that this was Istanbul.

As a result, Zhuoyang gradually thought of Vienna, bars and raki, and Rysakova.

But he couldn't remember how he got back to the guest room from the bar, nor what happened in the top-floor suite.

Not impressed at all.

After listening to the movements in the suite, it was obvious that there was no one else but him. Where's Raisa? where is she?

Zhuo Yang turned around and looked at the empty room. There was a brand new suit hanging on the hanger outside the bedroom door, new white shirts neatly folded on the sofa, and even the leather shoes and sock belts were new. His watch, wallet, passport, mobile phone and other personal belongings were piled on the shoe bench next to him.

Zhuo Yang didn't know whether he took off his clothes before going to bed, or whether Raisa took off his clothes like this. He couldn't remember at all, let alone what happened after he took off his clothes.

He tried to find some trace of what had happened on his body, but there was still nothing. Except for his headache, it was so painful that he couldn't think of anything.

Before the night that just passed, Zhuo Yang's body belonged to Kou Kou alone, but on this morning in Istanbul, he couldn't be sure whether that was the case or not. Maybe it still is, maybe it’s no longer the case.

Thinking of Kou Kou, Zhuo Yang felt heartbreaking sadness again. He was so sad that he didn't want to think about it anymore, maybe he was escaping from his unwarranted 'betrayal'.

Maybe we should ask Raisa, where did she go? Zhuoyang picked up the mobile phone on the shoe stool and found that it was still turned off, so he hesitated again.

Forget it, let's wait for her to come back. By then it should be clear whether anything happened. Oh, by the way, last night...I seemed to have told Raisa...to ask her to marry me...

Did she agree?

Zhuo Yang patted his temple hard.

After drinking two bottles of Ham mineral water in one breath, Zhuo Yang stepped into the bathtub and closed his eyes.

Love and marriage are not the same thing. Some people get married after falling in love, and some people slowly fall in love after getting married. Love, I have already had it, and it is the most beautiful thing in the world. Now I don't need her anymore.

All that's left is marriage! I want to find a woman and get married quickly. It doesn’t really matter who she is, because I’m not getting married for love. After getting married, I gave birth to one baby a year, five or six in a row, and my parents entertained them at home all day long.

I no longer need love, I just need a woman who is willing to marry me, as long as she is willing to give me a lot of children.

In this way, maybe my parents will no longer be disappointed in me, and they will forgive me for the sake of their grandchildren.

Raisa is a good marriage partner. She is very beautiful. The children I have with him will also be very beautiful. Genes are still very important.

It’s really interesting. I actually proposed to Raisa, but did she say yes? She should have agreed, why wouldn't she? Hasn't she been single and waiting for me for so many years?

Why do you have to strip me naked if you don’t agree? Did she take it off? Is there any...

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yang felt like a thief. He had no idea why he felt guilty.

After soaking for a full hour, Raisa still didn't come back, but her headache was much better.

Zhuoyang got out of the bathtub. Except that he was still dizzy, he felt much refreshed. It's not a problem to be naked all the time, he acts like a stinker, and Raisa's return is a little abrupt.

Did you do it or not...

After putting on his underwear and trousers, and then his socks and leather shoes, Zhuo Yang was used to putting on half of his body last. Without waiting for the familiar female gangster to harass him, Zhuo Yang was at a loss for a moment before picking up the new shirt on the stool.

There is a folded piece of letter paper under the shirt.

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Zhuo Yang, I'm waiting for you in the United States, put on your wedding dress and wait for you.

I don’t know if you still remember, but you proposed to me last night. You know, I have been waiting for this moment for 12 years, from the age of 22 to the age of 34. When you proposed to me, it was the happiest moment in my past 12 years.

I am really very happy. I love you, Zhuoyang. I have loved you every minute and every second of every day for 12 years.

You were drunk last night, very drunk, so I don't know if you still remember the proposal, and I can't be sure whether your proposal was drunken nonsense or whether it was true. But I longed for it to be true.

I don’t know what happened to you, or what happened to you and your fiancée. I don’t want to care about other women at all. I only care about you, and I only love you.

As long as your proposal is true and you don't regret it after you sober up, I will definitely agree to you. How could Raisa not agree to you? I was really happy last night, the happiest day of my life.

I went back to the United States first. I had originally booked a flight in the morning.

You know where to find me. Zhuoyang, I love you, so I don’t want to embarrass you or force you to do anything. If you regret saying the proposal after you sober up, then forget about it and regard last night as a beautiful encounter, like I met you on the campus of Hannover 12 years ago.

If you have no regrets, please come to the United States and tell me, tell your Raisa that you want to marry her.

Zhuoyang, my lover, no matter what choice you make, I will respect you because I love you.

I'm waiting for you in my wedding dress!

Ever loving and ever faithful Edith Antoinette Rysakova

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Damn it, you should tell me whether you did it or not!

The question Zhuoyang wants to figure out most now is whether to do it or not, not whether to get married or to propose. If it is done, this will be a fucking landmark event, a watershed. There will be no turning back, and something that is still persisting in the subconscious will not matter.

If you didn't do it, why didn't you do it? Am I not attractive?

Why are women so baffled? What does the proposal have to do with whether I drink or not? Will I stop drinking after I get married?

Women always have a lot of trouble. They keep saying that they have been waiting for 12 years, but you can't even wait for a whole morning? Do you need to run out and buy me new clothes? I changed three bodies this night...

Just wait for me to wake up, and then give me a clear message, and then we can get married directly in Istanbul.

Then, come back to China with me and start having children, one after another.

Zhuo Yang's random thoughts were circling around, just to avoid the topic of whether he should go to the United States or not.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the hungry Zhuoyang walked into Sabiha Gokcen International Airport and boarded a flight from Istanbul to Los Angeles.