Before I could withdraw from the idea of believing in Allah, I heard Singh sigh again: "Cece, if you really want to be with him, you better first go and find out the situation in his family, the occupation of his relatives and the degree of conservatism, and be mentally prepared in advance." ”

I remembered last night that Musa had pointed out the work of his relatives, and I wondered: "What does this have to do with the profession?"

"Of course it does. The more prestigious the family, the more attention is paid to reputation, especially if someone in the family is an imam. There are also more open families, as long as you become a Muslim, the rest will not be bothered. Singh lowered his head, "For the family who likes that 'girl' child, it is a shame for their whole family to be close to me. Because I will never be able to leave the identity of an Indian Sikh......"

I couldn't quite hear what he said next, and there was only one word that came back to my mind over and over again—shame. Musa's grandfather and uncle were both imams, so will this shame be even more profound?

Shame, shame, shame, I have been excellent all the way since I was a child, how could I ever be close to this word? In the confusion, I suddenly felt a little sour nose, and my heart was empty, and there was nowhere to put it.

When I returned to the hotel from the hospital, I watched TV all day, and I didn't want to do anything, and I didn't dare to think about anything. Listening to the chaotic Arabic on TV, I suddenly missed Mosa like never before, wanting to talk to him, wanting to lean into his warm arms.

I called Moussa.

I just pressed the dial-out button, and I hung up immediately.

What am I going to say to him?

After half an hour of typing, I gritted my teeth and dialed the number again.

Time seemed to be stretched, vibrating with an unknown tail. I listened to the beep of my phone and fell silent, put it down weakly, and shoved myself into the quilt instead.

After a while, I was so caught in the air that I got out of the covers and took a big breath of fresh air. The ghost sent the god to the gods, took the phone again, and stared at the screen in a daze.

What is he doing? Why didn't he answer my phone and get no reply?

After a long time, I typed down the message word by word: "Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, he nodded tremblingly.

Even I didn't know what kind of answer I wanted.

After a long silence, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

I sat up and grabbed my phone as fast as I could, "Hey!"

Even I was struck by the excitement in my voice.

There was a hearty laugh on the other end, which turned out to be a familiar Chinese dialect: "Are you so happy to receive my call?"

It turned out to be Yunyu Tree. My mood instantly fell, and I let out a weak "um".

My mood shift made him feel depressed as well, and he asked, "Are you waiting for someone else's call, and I broke in by mistake?"

He always guessed so accurately that I couldn't argue, so I had to divert the topic and say, "Do you have something to do with me?"

He paused, apparently hearing my evasion, and took it very interestingly: "Your noble man forgets things, do you remember what you promised me before you went to the desert?"

"What?" I didn't really think about it, and I didn't want to think about it.

"Let's eat together. ”

"Oh......" I vaguely remembered.

"No, it's just tomorrow night, okay? ”

Since I had promised someone else a long time ago, there was no reason to refuse, so I nodded, "Okay." ”

He sounded happy, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!"

Hanging up the phone, I put it on a sticky note on my phone and set up an automatic reminder for tomorrow. But I never imagined that tomorrow I would be in such a state to go to this feast that should have been full of interest.