A Noble Marriage

The latest chapters of the latest chapter of the Noble Marriage [Anna] are available at www.xbiquge.cc.    The rain in early summer is not as lingering as it was in spring, and the drizzle gently clings to the hair, and the direction of the rain can only be judged from the hair that has suddenly become foggy.

Yesterday's sunshine seemed like a dream, and by this morning it was drizzling again.

Mr. Goldman and Mr. Prokhov had gone out, and Anna and Miss Olya were the only ones in the store.

Miss Olya was not as usual with a book in her hand, or sorting out the latest designs for Mr. Goldman. In fact, it was still Mr. Goldman's designs that she was flicking through, except that they were thick, bound, and, from the paper, long ago.

"Are you going back?" Miss Oria asked, raising her eyes, albeit in question, but with a calm look in them.

"Not yet, actually." Anna said. Although she had understood Miss Oria's choice, she still did not know how to talk to her about this mess.

The thoughtful young girl must have understood, and she smiled lightly, a mature expression on her not very pretty face.

"I want you to stay with me." She pleaded, as she rarely does, so even her plea was softly spoken and could not be denied.

Olya looked outside again and added, "It's raining outside, but I don't think it will be long. You'd better wait until it stops raining."

"All right." Anna said, feeling relieved.

Miss Oria closed her sketch, she wanted to make tea, but Anna stopped her: "I'll do it."

Miss Oria smiled a little: "It's not a hard thing." She gently pushed back Anna's help.

In a few moments, the scent of tea evaporated in the moist air.

The small table was near the window, with a clear view of the outside. Anna noticed that it hadn't been like this two days before.

"I was the one who asked Dad to move it." Miss Oria said, setting her teacup down showily, the side of her little thumb gently touching the saucer, softening the impact a little and making the gesture look very civilized.

"I like the rain." She said.

Anna didn't like the rain; it always tended to make people feel melancholy.

"You don't like the rain, do you?" Miss Oria asked.

"I prefer it when it's sunny." Anna replied.

Miss Oria smiled, as if she had expected it. The girl's cheeks also had a warm flush after drinking the warm tea and she didn't look so pale.

"Most people don't really like the rain." She thought about it for a moment and then said for sure, "I don't think I liked it when I was very young either, but then I did." She smiled, her eyes shining a little up in those pretty eyes, making her whole person look this just as angry and energetic as a teenage girl should be.

After a while, or was it infected with emotion, or something else, Anna heard Miss Oria suddenly asked her.

"Have you ever gone to catch snails on a rainy day?"

"No." Anna recalled that the rainy season always made her feel unmotivated, both before and now.

"Next time you can try." Miss Oria suggested, "with your husband, that was fun."

Anna looked at the girl in front of her, from the hint of affection that came out of her delicate eyebrows to the slightly open, pale but metaphorical shape of her lips like the petals of a peach blossom.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

Anna's eyes widened slightly, the gray pupils seemed to reveal something. She resisted the urge to exhale an answer and instead asked, "Did Mr. Goldman take you there?"

Miss Oria froze for a moment, looking a little flustered as she raised her hand to reach the small ear of the teacup, only to cringe again as her skin came close to the gradually cooling temperature.

Anna softened her expression as she lifted her hand and gently patted the back of Miss Oria's hand across the table to reassure her.

The movement of Aurelia's hands stopped and she let out a small breath before smiling a little coyly.

"He did take me there, but," the girl paused, the corners of her lips curving slightly, "it was my father who made me fall in love with Rainy Day."

"Ah, yes, Daddy he's not my real father."

After the initial shock, Anna felt that she really wouldn't be surprised anymore. So everything made sense, those things that occasionally made her feel wrong, inside this little store, besides the story of three people, it turned out, there was something else, a story that belonged to one or two people.

Anna began to withdraw her arm and quietly listen to the girl tell her story.

In that story, Oria was the main character. From the death of her father with his strong arms, her beautiful mother was adored by a young man with dark hair, they never married, and she knew that her mother had been in love with her father who had died early, even after a few years, she had contracted a lung disease and died.

"Actually, he didn't have to take care of me all the time." Oria said softly.

"It was my mother he loved. I was just an appendage to him. He never even got justice."

In such a relationship, the man persisted in staying with them despite the lack of love that could be reciprocated. During those years of running away, as the mother continued to miss her father, the dark-haired young man gradually made his mark on her heart.

A woman learns to miss only after she has a love of her own, and she was too young, just a girl doll. She didn't know what love was, so before it began, before the first thing she learned was not pining, but attachment.

"After my mother died, we went to other places, but we always couldn't live long because of debts. Then things got better when we were ready to move here, and he let me call him 'Daddy'."

"All told, Dad, he's been with me for ten years. I never thought I could live past eighteen before, but now I wish I could." With these words, more than the previous whisper, Anna noticed the firmness in Miss Oria's tone.

She had always been such an amazing girl. A slender body, and then, a mature mind, and a determination like this one, and, an overwhelming intelligence.

"So ......" Anna said, questioning with her eyes. She wondered if it was love or not, and if so, how unfair it would be to the girl before her.

Miss Oria gave a soft gasp, then smiled and shook her head.

"No, it wasn't."

She pondered for a moment and said, "I don't think it's that simple, and maybe I'm not sure, but what I do know is that they are the most important to me."

"And you to Mr. Prohoff?" Anna asked.

Miss Oria blinked for a moment, then looked a little guilty: "I think I'm still more like my mother than my father."

"Mr. Prokhov was a good man, I think he knew all about it, but he didn't say anything. He always said it was because of himself, he took all the blame on himself, and I know it wasn't, I" Miss Oria paused and murmured, "I know it."

"He's a good man and deserves his own happiness, and that happiness is something I can't give him. If I were a little older, maybe I could give him love, but I can't always be there for him for too long!"

"Dad, he has taken care of me for too long, he is a man who longs for freedom, but willingly lets love tie him down."

"And me, I'm not his love. But he still stayed. But now, I, ah, should always let him go free, I've been dependent on him for too long."

"Just as I fear for Prokhov. A good man like him, in the future, should have a good girl to love him."

Olya looked up, with gentle eyes, and Anna did not see her show any confusion.

She might be fragile, a little sad and helpless, but more than that, she was gentle and mature. For her age, Anna even felt that she was not as mature as the other side.

"Before, I only had my father, but now, I have him and you."

Oria looked at Anna and smiled again.

"It's not that long, but for me, all these experiences are very valuable."

"But these are not always for life, so much good, and if I always had it all to myself, the guilt would overwhelm me. So yeah, I always have to find one that is completely mine. Even if I ask for something, it is unburdened ah ......"

When the last trace of temperature on the teacup cooled down, the porcelain regained its own characteristic coldness. The person who warmed them was no longer there, and they were not sad, but simply reverted to its original appearance, still unconcealable in its flamboyance under the bright enamel.

"It's drizzling." Miss Oria said softly, looking out the window, then turned back to Anna and smiled lightly, "It's summer rain after all, it never lasts too long."

This was something Anna had heard not long ago, that time, the man who said he was the one who was not brave said the same thing, smiling frankly and relieved.

Anna really wished she had the magic power to grant their wishes, but this is life, but people have any wishes, in the end, who can help anyone for the rest of their lives, except for their own hearts to fulfill?

Looking at Olya's clear eyes and smile, Anna thought: "So, of all these people, it was myself who was obsessed.

She thought that love was important and that the responsibilities in marriage were inescapable. But she didn't know that in this world, in addition to this, everyone has what they consider to be the most important thing.

Miss Oria's love has not yet begun, but for her, there is something more important than love now.

When she thought of this, she finally let out the foul air in her heart and smiled.

"When will I meet that person, too?"

Miss Oria smiled and nodded: "Daddy will arrange it."

"I'm looking forward to it." Anna said easily.

The clock was already pointing to three o'clock, Mr. Goldman and the others should be back soon, and the rain was about to stop, only the wetness on the road was whispering to others that there had been a brief time of heavy rain before.

Anna was also ready to leave, and she was just about to speak when Miss Oria across the room brightened her eyes for a moment, then looked over at Anna and winked, "Your husband is here."

Anna turned around, and sure enough, at the door, a familiar carriage appeared, while the tall man was holding a handmade custom-made black umbrella, and as Anna looked back, the four eyes met, and the latter nodded gently at her.

Although a little surprised, a smile still appeared at the corners of Anna's mouth as if it were the raindrops twisting on the eaves.

She saw the man walk in and meticulously put away his umbrella, droplets of water dripping down in a neat arrangement at the doorway and then quieting up at the umbrella barrel.

The damp air made Karenin's hair look like some kind of rainy day moss with what looked like a bit of mist on it, making that bit of tawny blonde deeper.

The dark suit made his lean body look even more upright, and when he raised his eyes, it was as if a loving tenderness had come through that nod of greeting.

Anna knew it shouldn't be so obvious, and perhaps her own emotions like hers reinforced the feeling, but in any case, she was just sure that her love was indeed there. It blossomed in marriage, not shaken by the trivialities of everyday life, but rather protected and stained with rain to become more vibrant and brilliant.

For example, at this moment, for reasons unknown to her, he knows she is not home at this time. Maybe because he went back early and didn't see her, maybe because his brilliant mind guessed that she couldn't be home that early, the reason is always not that important. At least not so important now, when her husband approached her.

"Tell Mr. Goldman that I look forward to his arrangements."

Miss Oria smiled in response.

Karenin nodded at Miss Oria in farewell. Despite the fact that he was dealing with a minor girl, whose face was still childish, the high ranking Petersburg gentleman gave enough respect.

A refined and mature soul never shows traces of grayness because of the fragility of the body, but only grows more beautiful with the passage of time.

The sensible man actually understands this better than his wife's sensibility.

After leaving the house, Anna did not ask to walk as she did last time.

She returned home with Karenin in a carriage, and while on the road, she slowly and calmly told him the stories she had heard during that hour.

No complaints, no annoyances. Compared with the previous days, Anna seemed mature.

Karenin naturally noticed the change in his wife, but he didn't say anything. He just chose to, gently holding his wife's hand, and then listened to what she had to say.

When she arrived at home, after getting off the carriage, Anna got even closer to her husband.

Even in early summer, the rain is still a bit stifling. Anna could feel the temperature on Karenin's body, but she just wouldn't move an inch.

Frankly, it was a bit cramped, and she knew that with the distance Karenin was used to, it was simply right at a level that would make him cringe. So Anna watched her husband carefully, but the latter's habitually wrinkled double brow had no crease between it at the moment.

He was just, so smoothly holding his umbrella, his eyes carefully surveying the road ahead, bringing her gently to the clean, smooth surface.

Anna was stunned for a moment, because she found that under the umbrella held up by the other side, although the sky was obscured, but because it was the person who trusted and loved, less the sky that landscape, she could still look to the ground to her heart's content.

The shallow puddles, the occasional jumping frogs, the shiny foliage washed by the rain, and the snails that had accidentally pressed the page down.

Just as suddenly, Anna asked, somewhat bubbling with silliness, "Alexei, would you like to accompany me to catch snails in the rain?"

The footsteps stopped.

Anna tilted her head slightly and looked up. Although she said it unconsciously, for some reason, her heart was now a little more serious.

"Now?"

The familiar faint furrow appeared between both eyebrows.

Anna nodded seriously, almost holding her breath. After seeing the other woman's somewhat relieved expression, Anna began to breathe naturally again.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Karenin said, pointing out the possible benefits of such an idea.

"Snails don't really help, and you could get sick doing that."

He saw Anna's smiling face and swallowed more reasoning about the unfeasibility of the idea, then asked, not quite sure, "Do you, like snails?"

"No, I don't." Anna shook her head.

Karenin was slightly relieved, but based on this uncertainty of his wife's character, he still asked.

"So you want to do this?"

"Neither, I want to go home with you." Anna said. Rejoining her husband's arm, her pace became brisk. "I want to go home with you," she affirmed.

"I want to have some soup with you. Want hot water and then change out of these wet clothes. And then I want you to read me some stories."

"They're healthy, so you'll give them to me, won't you?"

Even though he understood that it was just a kind of joke from his wife, Karenin answered seriously.

"Yes, I will give them to you." He whispered.

The hot water washed away the sorrow, and the mist steamed away the restlessness. The summer nights didn't come that early, and as Anna had said before, when a comfortable she needed an embrace, she always got it.

On the soft chair in the bedroom, the woman's light sarong draped over the carpet, the long white dress looking elegant and casual compared to the intricately and beautifully patterned carpet. The tail end of the skirt, with the man's dark colored western pants legs entwined, enchanting, as if to swear to something.

But looking further up, the woman was not able to rest on the man's lap.

"Daylight, Anna." Karenin looked at his wife with condemning eyes, he also insisted not to change into home clothes in the daytime, but only untied his suit jacket, still leaving a white shirt. However, at Anna's insistence, at least his cuffs were unbuttoned, revealing a little bit of his small arms.

So, Anna just crossed her legs, with a pillow, slightly resentful leaning against Karenin, listening to him read some not at all childish and interesting stories in a tone of little tone bullying.

But in any case, in the early summer, the familiar smell between the skin, despite some stickiness, still makes people feel at ease.

After the rain stopped, the man stopped reading.

For a moment, Karenin did not do anything. He just slightly tilted his head, gazing at his wife's sleeping face.

Those tiny lips closed gently, and unlike his own, Anna's shapely nose was near her brow, with no folds at all.

Those impermissible indiscretions were gently moved away after the wife fell asleep.

Karenin put down his book, put his hands on Anna's shoulders, and moved his wife's body into his lap with a gentle strength that no man should ever have.

After laying his wife to rest, the man's left hand picked up the book again, while his right hand, after serious thought by its owner, finally landed gently on the woman's cheek.

Fingers brushed down from the edge of her hair to the side of her ear, revealing the beautiful side of her wife's face.

The skin is fine and tender, and the left cheek side represents a symbol of youth that will naturally puff up slightly like an apple, and with a little fingertip pressure, a small depression will soon be filled in again.

As if he had discovered something, or maybe it was a rare opportunity to do so, the high-ranking Peterborough gentleman put down his book for the second time.

His eyes looked at his wife's cheek with some curiosity, with thin calloused fingers moving slowly over it, and finally, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Because the tip of that index finger has finally found its destination.

Gently press down, it is a familiar location in memory.

The dimples that show up when Anna smiles.

The dimples look like they have the power to smile, so people can't help but observe and explore.

After determining where that location was, the man blinked his eyes for a long time, he leaned over and dropped a kiss on it, under his eyelashes, blue eyes flowing with deep love.

And all this, the owner of the dimples may be unaware of, perhaps she is aware of. Otherwise, who can explain the slightly curved corners of the mouth under those tightly closed eyes?

The author has something to say: Friend's article:

Bambi's brother: playing games?

Little Bambi: Yeah =V=

Bambi brother: win I kiss you, lose you kiss me

Little Bambi: enn =v= [completely did not notice anything wrong]

Ten minutes later, Bambi kissed her brother twenty-five times

Little Bambi: [Not quite sure] Is something wrong? (?.??)

Bambi's brother: no [righteous face

Little Bambi: that, that okay [although feel a little wrong, but decided to trust the brother]

PS this chapter thought for a long time, before watching the old soul swing that episode is very touching, the blind girl's father for her pretend to borrow a loan shark can not pay, the other side said that his daughter sold to the kiln, the blind girl's father put the other side S. Finally, the blind girl also because the father was withdrawn, but in order to live, the blind girl decided to sell herself into. Then I thought of Miss Oria