Before the Coming-Of-Age Ceremony, Please Eat Your Lover

Before I met Percy Furlong, I thought the only thing separating us from the upper class was money. When he came over, I didn't know it yet - I was in danger of losing my life. That night I wore a mint green skirt, my blond hair was tied high, and my green eyes were full of calculation. The person he wanted to catch was his brother Andre Fran, the eldest son of the consortium and the next person in power. As a result, he was cut off by his younger brother. The second son of the consortium is nineteen years old and has not yet passed the adult ceremony. There is no such person on the market. "I know who you are." He handed me the wine in a very soft voice, "I also know what you want to do." I clutched the cup tightly and waited for him to call security. He smiled. "Keep acting," he said, "I'll pay for it." What happened next was like a play that I was tricked into by myself. He used his checkbook to clear the way for me, took me into clubs where the guards would search my body, and ordered me dresses that needed to be reserved six months in advance. I wore the clothes he bought to defraud people of his class out of their money. I used the investment funds of those rich people to plate myself with layers of gold. We are collaborators, lovers, a rose and a fox sniffing each other's flaws. Until he found out that Carlo and I were still in contact. He didn't get angry, he just turned around silently, his tail hanging down and dragging on the ground. Later, I used a lawsuit to solve Carlo's case neatly. He thought I was doing it for him. I don't know who I am for. I was trying on a new dress from him when Catherine showed up. The future daughter-in-law of the Fran family, a dignified and perfect upper-class woman, actually spit on me. At the dinner table, I sat next to his brother Andrei and watched the Franc elders announce the wedding date. Percy put down his knife and fork, and the plate clattered with a crisp sound. "I won't marry." The whole house was silent. His father's face was ashen. His brother Andrei slapped him. We moved out. Far away from the Fran family, far away from high society. Sometimes I wake up at night and find him looking at me, with his fox tail wrapped around my ankles. When the plague spread through the ghettos, I begged him to save people. He stood in front of the window, his tail motionless. "Not many die," he said. "It's always been like this." I looked at him like a stranger. "What do they mean to you?" He turned around, his baby blue eyes filled with nothingness. "Data." The night I left, he stood at the door and didn't chase me. Andre came to him later. "It's time for the bar mitzvah." Percy stood there, his chestnut hair covering his eyes. "She is also a member of the lower class," he said, "that's why she can survive until now." I hadn't even heard of his death, and the plague had taken away everyone I knew. What can't be taken away from me is a fox's life. Years later, as the survivors began to rebuild, some asked about the past. I said I was an orphan and had no past. But sometimes at night, I dream about that party. Mint green skirt, chestnut hair, fox tail. When he came over, I didn't hide. ——That was the only moment when the two worlds looked at each other equally. Intention: In the 21st century, we will continue to move forward with purity, indifference, love and hunger.