"This ......," I said in a second, "I'll pick up my classmates at the airport first, and then I'll go to dinner." ”

"What classmate wants you to pick you up at the airport?" Dad raised his eyebrows and looked at me fixedly, as if he didn't want to let go of the slightest change in my expression, and said, "Last night, your mother met Aunt Lu while walking, and said that she happened to meet you and foreign classmates eating at a nearby halal restaurant, and she looked like an Arab. Tell me, which of your Arab classmates came all the way to you?"

Later, his tone became more and more solemn, already with a questioning meaning. I was stunned for a moment, and was about to open my mouth, but was blocked back by his harsher 'forced' question: "Is it the man in the last photo?

My heart plummeted to the freezing point, and I didn't know how to answer.

He looked me up and down, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate my entire body: "You are big, your wings are stiff, don't you!

"I ...... I didn't have ......"

He snorted coldly, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out: "Who else is there besides him?" Min Xixi, what have you done in Dubai?!"

I weakly explained, "I didn't mean to lie to you, you saw the email. I was really going to part with him......"

"And now?!" he snapped, "he's coming for you, and you're going to pick him up, and you're completely deaf to me and your mother, aren't you?"

My heart was pounding, and I was bitter and bitter in every way, and I whispered: "Dad, don't think so badly of him, he's good, really good......"

"No matter how good a person is, he is also an Arab, and the deep-rooted male 'female' inferiority cannot be changed!" "Dad's voice was trembling, and he yelled at me, "I went to the Internet to check the 'door', they can marry four wives, do you know? Even if he treats you well now, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

I pursed my lips and didn't speak. Dad's health is not good, and I am afraid that he will be sick. Besides, I didn't dare tell my father that Mouses now had a wife. If I did, what would my father do with me? junior, 'milk' or other unpleasant words.

Dad's angry words finally led to the mother in the bedroom, and she hurriedly blocked in front of me and said to my dad, "Why are you talking so fiercely to the child, go, I'll have a good talk with Xixi." ”

I was choked up and let my mother drag me to the sofa, slumping down like mud in the soft texture.

"Come, Xixi, drink saliva. "Mom brought me a cup of tea and motioned for Dad to leave for a while. Dad stared at me with that distressed expression for a few seconds, then turned around and slammed the 'door' shut, reluctantly leaving room for Mom and me.

When the atmosphere finally calmed down, my mother spoke and said to me in a serious voice: "Xixi, don't blame your father, parents all hope that their 'daughters' will have a good life." Since you were a child, you have been well-behaved and obedient, and you have grown up in the palm of our hands, and you have taken care of your own study and life. We have always felt that you are a good 'girl' who makes us worry. But we still have to teach what we should teach. You are young and ignorant now, and if you accidentally make a wrong decision, you will regret it in the future. ”

"Mom......" I said, "you have never seen him, how do you know what he is like? ”

"Not only did I say it, but you didn't say it yourself before, because of different beliefs, did you propose to break up?" Mom 'pulled' a piece of paper and gently wiped the tears on my face, "Come, tell Mom, what's going on, since you broke up, why did he come to Chongqing again?"

"Because, because ......," I choked up, tears pouring out of my eyes, and I wailed lowly, "Mom, I tried, I tried. But it's so hard to leave, I can't do it, I really can't do it......"

For the sake of Moussa, I have broken through my own code of morality, preferring to let go of these values of more than two decades and instead convince myself to stay with him by the standards of the Arab world. From the moment I compromised with his statement of "beautiful 'waste' fee", it was tantamount to acquiescing in my identity as a "lover", breaking free from the shackles of morality for the first time, and putting love above reason. Since then, I've been in the mood of a moth to a fire, boldly and indulgently consuming myself. Anyway, I have broken through the moral concept, and I have decided to use the identity of "lover" to accompany him for a while longer, so why look forward and backward like before?

So, I plucked up the courage and looked up at my mother, tears welling up in my eyes, but my tone was rare and solemn: "Mom, his name is Moussa, and he is the person I love." It's not that I haven't tried to put it down, and I've taken into account all the problems you have taken into account. But even so, I still can't bear him. Whatever the outcome will be in the future, I'm only sure that for now, I want to be with him. ”

Mom sighed, her voice a little choked, "Xixi, Mom knows you're uncomfortable." However, it is better for you to be uncomfortable for a while than to be uncomfortable for a lifetime. Spend a few years, and in the end it is you who suffers. You say, right?"

I shook my head: "I used to think the same way, but if I don't cherish it now, I'm afraid I'll regret it in the future." I'm about the same age as him, just young, and you and Dad are overthinking the problem. I took a deep breath and continued, "What's more, neither you nor Dad have met him, and we have no idea what kind of person he is, so how can you judge that I will be miserable with him? ”

This last sentence seems to have finally touched my mother a little. What parent doesn't want their 'daughter' to have a safe place to rely on in a foreign land? Moreover, now they don't know that Moses is married, and there is no strong reason to stop it.

Mom is not too traditional 'female', and she can understand others marrying foreigners. It's just that if this matter is put on your own 'daughter', it is inevitable that you will be reluctant. But I know she's not completely non-negotiable.

My mother groaned for a long time, looked at my firm expression, and finally spoke: "Since he came to Chongqing, let me see him." If you insist on being with him, my mother knows that she can't stop you, but let me meet you and have a bottom in my heart. ”

I hesitated: "Then dad ......"

"Don't tell him yet. Mom waved her hand, "He is not in good health, so he should not be 'excited', I just go." ”

I was so apprehensive by the sudden request to meet that I said, "Okay...... Well, I'll ask him first. ”

Mom's brow did not stretch, and she added, "See you tonight." ”

I 'licked' my lips and lips, "Tonight?"

Mom nodded: "It's too long, it's too long to prepare, and a lot of things can't be seen." She looked up at me, her brows furrowed slightly, and she said in a flat voice, "Before tonight, don't go out, stay with your dad well, and follow his anger." Now, I guess I'm 'smoking' outside the 'door' again. ”

I looked at the time, and ten o'clock had passed. The promise to go to Mouses early in the morning had to be reluctantly broken. When I opened the 'door', I saw my father's back 'smoking' cigarette outside the house, and my heart was so uncomfortable that the 'waves' were rolling. After all, I was hiding something from them, and I didn't dare to tell the truth about what I was in. But I consoled myself that it wouldn't take long to conceal this, and that by the time Lemis gave her ultimatum, maybe I would be able to be a carefree little 'girl' child again...... Perhaps, everything can be done from scratch...... Now, just give me some time to love Moses......

Dad seemed to sense someone behind him and turned his head to look at me with helplessness and disappointment in his eyes. He ignored me, staggered past me, and returned to the house with a long sigh. I was stunned in place, but my bones were a little cold in the hot summer, and the cold light was exuding. Turning back to his room, he took out his mobile phone, slumped against the wall and sent a text message to Moussa: "I'm sorry, I met something this morning and couldn't come to you." Tonight, my mom wants to see you, and I'll come with her. Would you like to meet her?"

On one side of the scale, I retreated again and again, not hesitating to abandon the Chinese moral framework, but on the other side, there was the ardent expectation of my parents, the heart-wrenching teachings, the pressure of gossip from the people around me, and the persecution of the Mousesian family. Each side of the scale was extremely heavy, and I couldn't breathe, but I still had to hold up a smile and cherish this hard-won time.

The phone vibrated and Moussa replied with a message: "I've guessed that you're okay, it's okay." See you tonight, then. ”

This is a promise. But does he know what to say? If he accidentally touches the minefield of words, he may be in the future.

However, I didn't worry much about this problem. If Mousa said something that he shouldn't have said, and his mother couldn't understand English anyway, I would translate it into a Chinese and tell her that it was okay.

However, I ignored a mother's determination to protect her daughter. I never thought that the docile and skillful mother of Plain Suri actually had an extra heart, and before leaving, she suddenly brought a skilled English translator with her, and she didn't reveal a word to me in advance.

"This is Aunt Lu's 'daughter', a master's degree in English, to practice speaking. "Mom introduced it directly and lightly, without intending to ask for my consent. And I could only bow my head slightly, pretend to be frank, and go with them to this banquet that I don't know if it is evil or auspicious.

When we arrived, Musa was already waiting there. When he saw our group coming, he immediately stood up from his seat, got up to greet him, and smiled his head.

I have to say that Moussa has always had a polite gentlemanly demeanor, and this demeanor, accompanied by his gentle demeanor and clean temperament, gives people a kind of heart-warming courage and pressure.

Mom looked at him carefully, for a long time, nodded her head slightly, and did not speak.

A few people sat down, and no one knew what to say first. Just when the silence was pervasive, suddenly, Moussa took out a thick blank notebook, opened the cover, and on the first piece of paper, it was written in Chinese characters: Hello.