When I miss you

June, Nanos City. At half past four in the afternoon.Frank walked towards the elevator. He was in a hurry to go to the snack street several kilometers away to buy flying fish and French fries. Otherwise, it would be closing soon. At this point, almost no one is moving in the company, and the spacious corridor echoes with the sound of leather shoes and tiles. Frank reached out and pressed the elevator button. Accompanied by the light display, the elevator door opened silently soon after. Frank took a step forward and walked in, and the elevator was closed again. He reached out and pressed the button for the first floor, quietly holding onto the cold railing next to him, waiting for the routine weightlessness. The mechanical sound started, and the vacuum pump began to operate. Frank felt as if his brain was being sucked up into the air, hovering and unwilling to fall. Immediately after, his soul was also drawn out, mocking him like a lonely ghost. The sound of colleagues joking echoed in my ears, just like before. frank, why did you leave work so early today? Is Frank anxious to go on a date? Hahaha, I hope he's not hiding his lover in his house. Frank stared at the panel, watching the numbers jump to one, barely audible breath, furrowing his brow, gritting his teeth, and gripping the railing tightly. However, compared to the detached weightlessness, Frank finds it even more difficult to bear the overweight, the crushing pressure like a jack lingering over his head, always reminding him of Aletta. The appearance of being pressed on him. Frank's hands were bound behind his head with a silk scarf, above which was an undeniable source of heat. Their scorching skin pressed against each other, as Aletta sat on his pelvis. Her soft buttocks intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against his genitals, until she felt his tension and arousal. Frank's hands were tied behind his head with a silk scarf, and there was an undeniable heat source above. Their scorching skin pressed against each other, Aletta sat on his hips, and her soft buttocks intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against his genitals, until she felt his tension and arousal. Aletta smiled and moved her body downwards, with a charming expression, like a fox spirit in a movie, captivating and impossible to look away from. He knew what she wanted to do, his face turned red, but he couldn't say anything harsh to her. He just gritted his teeth and sternly stopped her, saying 'Aletta!' Aletta innocently blinked her eyes, her lips slightly curved, and she smiled mischievously, as if innocently asking him, 'What's wrong?' However, her movements underneath did not stop at all. Frank cannot resist the oppressive feeling brought by being overweight, just like he cannot refuse his sister Aletta. A few days ago, Aletta sent a text to him saying she was going to take a day off and go home today. Frank planned to buy her favorite flying fish and chips to welcome her. For this, he specifically asked for leave from the boss and left work two hours early. The flying fish fries on the snack street are always thriving because of their fresh ingredients, fair prices, and decades of dedicated management that have created a strong brand effect. The daily quantity is limited and once sold out, it's gone. On workdays, being able to buy a portion has become the greatest luxury. Aletta passed her junior year smoothly as she wished, and she should graduate successfully next year. Frank felt relieved. Aletta, like a young sapling, finally under his nurturing and care, did not deviate or stray, but instead followed the right path. Late June weather, the air still filled with daytime heat. As the evening approaches, the night life of the snack street is about to begin. *******，************。****，***********。 Frank took the flying fish fries from the boss's hand, politely nodded in thanks, returned to the car, and planned to go home. **************，**********，******，****。 The freshly cooked flying fish fries are fried to a steaming, golden and crispy perfection, exuding an irresistibly enticing aroma. If Aletta were here, she would definitely indulge without hesitation. ***************，****，********。********，*************。 Aletta's favorite is flying fish and chips. She always bites the chips with a crisp sound, squinting her eyes and enjoying the food with a satisfied expression, just like a little squirrel who goes out to search for food but unexpectedly finds a pile of pine cones, stuffing her cheeks full and looking adorable. Aletta *********。**************，****，********，***************，*********，*****，******。 Frank thought of these things, and a barely noticeable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. *******，*************。 He used to not understand, just wondering why a portion of flying fish and chips could make her so satisfied. Later, when he was pinned down by Aletta and unable to move, he looked at her bright smile and suddenly thought of what his middle school Chinese teacher said, 'Living in the moment'. ********，**********************。**，********，*****，*********，*************“****”。 When he was young, Fiona always strictly controlled Frank's diet. Even when Frank lived on campus, Fiona would prepare nutritious four dishes and one soup to send to her son. She absolutely did not allow her son to eat junk food. ******，*************。*************，**************************。*************。 Fiona has always adhered to the educational philosophy of 'strict teacher produces excellent students, kind mother often spoils her children', and she desires to cultivate an outstanding elite son. For this reason, she is willing to quit her job in a state-owned enterprise and wholeheartedly take care of Frank at home. *******“*************，*************”*****，***************。**，***************，************。 Frank therefore did not have the habit of snacking. However, as he spent more time with Aletta, he unexpectedly began to appreciate the deliciousness of street food and snacks. **，***********。**，************，******************。 In the evening of summer, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and the scorching heat of the sun still bakes the earth. ******，*********，***********。 At seven thirty in the evening, Frank returned to the rental house, took out the keys to open the door, and subconsciously shouted into the house: 'I'm back.' *****，********，*******，*********: “****。' The room was silent, only the sound of the wind blowing the curtains. *******，**********。 Frank bent down to change his shoes and casually placed the flying fish fries at the entrance. After a few seconds, he still didn't hear Aletta's voice. Suddenly, when he looked up, his blood supply couldn't keep up with the demand, and Frank's vision went completely black. His movements slowed down and he stood still. After a moment, he gradually regained his clarity. *********，************。*****，******* Aletta ***。**，******，***********，***********。********，*******。*****，********。 He looked around the living room, took steps towards the tightly closed door, and in the air, only the wind passed through the unclosed window mullions, bringing the breath of life from the plants. ******，******，****，**********，***********。 During the two seconds of waiting, Frank suddenly felt that the wind had become much stronger. He didn't know how many clothes Aletta was wearing today. ********，*************。**** Aletta ********。 It had only been two seconds, but the brief waiting time made Frank feel an inexplicable panic. The wind, as thin as a spider's silk, slowly wrapped around his heart, making him feel a slight difficulty in breathing. *****，********************。*******，*********，**********。 Without waiting any longer, he reached out and pushed open the door. *****，******。 With just one glance, I saw a bright envelope lying quietly on the desk. The two characters on the cover were clearly written in black ink, but Frank felt as if they were written in red, like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and piercing into his pupils. ***，*******************。*****************，**************，********，****，*******。 He rushed towards the desk in a nearly embarrassed manner and grabbed the envelope. It took him a long time to tear open the seal. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if he had Parkinson's disease. The words on the paper were also blurred and floated like ripples in his eyes, rippling with circles of water waves. **********，****。************。**********，*********。************，*************，*********。 Frank wanted to reach into his pocket to take out his phone, but at this moment, the phone slipped like jelly, almost falling to the ground and shattering into pieces, as if it wanted to break and be buried together with his heart. Frank clicked twice before opening the contact list. The pinned note was familiar: Aletta. She was the only one whose name started with the letter 'A'. The mechanical female voice kept coming through the phone, and Frank opened WeChat to make a call. The messages on it were still from the day before yesterday. Aletta sent him a message: 'Brother, I'm on vacation. I'll come find you the day after tomorrow.' *************，*******，************，********，****，*************。