It was a hot, damp, and damp summer, and the intense sunlight suspended above the glass of the car window, enveloping me in the scorching heat, almost suffocating.

Covering his face, he couldn't recover from this sudden news for a long time, and the whole person was like a sculpture, stuck in his seat. The back of the shirt was soaked with sweat, and when it met the cold wind of the air conditioner in the car, it was completely cold again. Lemis's derailment has faintly reduced the guilt in my heart, which should have been a happy clue. However, after that little bit of comfort, the mood fell deeper into helplessness.

"Xixi ......" Lian Pian finally couldn't help but speak, and asked tentatively, "I remember, you only attended one wedding in the UAE, is that photo ......?"

"Yes. I understood what she wanted to ask, and I knew I couldn't hide it, so I just said, "You know, don't say it, just keep it in your heart." ”

"Why?" Lian Pian was puzzled, "Facts are facts, she knows your existence, and her husband can also know about George's existence, just be honest." ”

"You should know that under the polygamous system in the UAE, it is very easy for a man to be tolerant and understandable if he has a lover, and even the chief has several lovers. But the 'female' person is different, and this blow to her is to destroy the 'sex'. ”

Lian Pian frowned: "It's just to tell Musa, and it's not to spread it, you don't need to hide it so kindly." If he divorces as he deserves, won't you be able to join him?"

She was quick and honest, but she didn't know why. I shook my head, and after a few seconds of silence, I explained to her, "Lian Pian, it's not a question of being kind or not. When this happened, it was my fault with Moses. If Mousa hadn't ignored her, how could she have gone to someone else to settle it? What's more, even if they did, even if they divorced, he and I might not have a good outcome. ”

Lian Pian's voice raised an octave: "Why? Because you are not a Muslim?"

"There's a reason for that. ”

Lian Pian nodded, thought for a while and said: "From my point of view, I can't accept that I believe in religion as a person, let alone Dubai, where the boundary between men and women is so clear." Love is precious, freedom is more expensive, and being a 'woman' here is too aggrieved. Lian Pian said, looked at my depressed expression, and added, "However, since you are so inseparable from him, it is better to join the religion and let him marry you than to be like now." It depends on what you think is more important. Put it on me anyway, I definitely won't. ”

"There is a difference between a native Muslim and a half-way Muslim. I couldn't explain, "One of his family is a mosque imam, which is very traditional." Even if you marry me, the limit of what you can accept is probably to marry me as your second wife. It's just his problem, but I also need to think about other factors, my way of life, my ideology, and my parents' ......."

Lian Pian listened to my words in a daze, as if he was trying to absorb and digest them, and after a long time, he sighed: "What a sin." ”

I turned my head away and swallowed a mouthful of water with difficulty, feeling sad in my heart. He got married, and we couldn't be together, and he had a good reason for divorce, but we still couldn't be together. This indescribable emotion is delicate and cannot be expelled from the outside or hidden from within. It was like a gust of wind swept away, with no outline, no weight, only floating dust.

A person's life is always difficult to complete. If you are greedy for love, you will betray reality, and if you fulfill reality, you will fail to live up to love. Choosing a position is an extremely difficult matter. One move away from the game is a very different result.

Originally, I just wanted to live a calm life, but I always inadvertently encountered sudden storms. It is 'confused' by love, 'confused' by 'desire', found an outlet for morality, and sought to turn around for 'private' thoughts. Without Lemis, Musa's family would not have allowed him to marry me, and with Lemis, my notion did not allow me to marry him. Cause and effect, which is right and which is wrong, how can a few words be clear.

When I got back to Dubai, it was just after five o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, it was still fasting, and the streets were empty, only the heat was churning. All these thoughts made my heart fluctuate, and I couldn't help but send a text message to Moussa: "Is there any arrangement for tonight?"

He quickly replied, "No, what about you?"

"Then go to Palm Island, I'll make dumplings for you to break the fast. ”

"Good. A smiley face was attached.

With just a smile on his face, my gloomy mood subsided, and I cleared up my thoughts and cheered myself up. Since you have promised to keep your mouth shut, I will hide this matter in my heart and live the rest of my life well. People are sometimes so ridiculous, knowing that they have made mistakes, but once they find that the person they are ashamed of have also made the same mistakes, it seems that they can find psychological balance.

After taking out the peels and stuffing from the refrigerator in my room, I took a taxi to Palm Island. Finding the big bowl and chopping board, I got busy with the stuffing first. I thought it would be a while before Moussa arrived, but I didn't expect that he would arrive as promised, as soon as I had wrapped six dumplings.

"So fast?" I said, "I thought you'd be hungry for a day." ”

"I've never eaten dumplings, so I'm curious. His voice was soft, a little weak, with a distinctly unwielding exhaustion.

I looked at the time and said thoughtfully, "You sit down and rest first, there is still an hour before the break, and I promise you that you will have something to eat at seven o'clock." Rest assured, I bought all the raw materials in a halal supermarket. ”

Moussa glanced at the table behind me, caught a glimpse of the pile of thin crusts and 'meat' fillings, and the six dumplings neatly arranged, smiled slightly, walked straight over and sat down, and curiously poked the stable dumplings with his fingers: "Interesting, I'm going to play too." ”

"Will you?" I asked with a smile.

"You teach me. With that, he followed my example, holding a piece of skin in his left hand and a small spoon in his right, and prepared it steadily.

I chuckled and set about demonstrating it to him. I make crescent moon dumplings, which are easy to learn, gently push the inner skin, and then 'make' the outer skin into folds, pinch it firmly at both ends, and it will be done quickly.

However, Moussa said: "It's too complicated, so I might as well play as I please." ”

After saying that, he dug a big lump of 'meat' stuffing with a spoon, put it on the skin, and then began to pinch it with his fingers at random, without regularity, without order, and only by feeling freely.

"It's a flying saucer. Mosa said to me triumphantly holding a lump of flatbread that was thick on the inside and thin on the outside. After a while, a string of stars, a football, a sun, and ...... As the number of drills increased, the results of Moussa's results became more and more vivid, making two human figures holding hands, pinching one in each hand, raising his head, and looking at me with clear eyes, "This is us, is it like?"

Looking at his troubled appearance, I can't tell what kind of mood he is in at the moment. It's very happy, but in this happiness, there is some sadness that I can't tell if I want to. We could have been happy like this forever, but there are too many obstacles. Suddenly, I wanted to deliberately adjust the joyful atmosphere, and while there was still white flour in my hand, I smiled and wiped it on his face, very playful: "Like you, you are originally a white robe, but I am much better than this dough." ”

Both of them burst out laughing, and the room was filled with a warm and beautiful atmosphere. In the midst of affection, I put my arm around his neck and whispered in his ear, "My birthday is approaching, just three days after the end of Ramadan." I want you to be with me that day. Okay, okay?"

This is the first time I have made such a request to him. If he had come before, I would have been glad that he had come, but I would not have kept him when he had gone. Not only did I not keep it, but I wouldn't even have half a complaint, and I only swallowed the sour in my heart. But now, it seems that some of the things that have been wronged have been balanced in my heart, and I have asked him for time for the first time.

I knew that I had something to ask for that would satisfy him. When he feels that he is being relied on, he should be able to feel more at ease, right?

Sure enough, when Mousa heard this, he was very happy and immediately responded: "Okay, with you, definitely." You can always ask me for time, and I'm available. ”

I smiled and poured a large pot of various "dumplings" into the pot, and the two most conspicuous hand-holding figures were tightly squeezed together by Moussa, and they did not boil in the churning pot, as if to indicate some kind of good turnaround. But when the finished product is served, the taste is half-baked.

As my birthday approached, Moussa told me that he had ordered me a birthday cake that I had never tried before. I don't believe it, birthday cakes come and go, don't they all taste the same? Desserts, 'milk' oil, pastries, fruits, there are not too many things in the world, what can be special? Musa listened, smiled slightly, stroked my hair, did not reveal too much, only said that he would know when the time came, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Every surprise that Moussa gives me, I will cherish it very much. When I heard him say this, I didn't ask any more questions, but just looked forward to seeing how ingenious this cake was.

On my birthday, I made an appointment with Musa to meet in the afternoon. However, just after 10 o'clock in the morning, the 'door' bell of the room suddenly rang. I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was Lian Pian or the cleaner who cleaned the room, and opened the 'door' without looking at the cat's eye. At this point, I hadn't cleaned myself up much, my hair was tied up haphazardly, and my clothes were casual loungewear. However, as soon as I opened the 'door', I couldn't help but be stunned. Outside the 'door' there were three men, two men and one woman, the 'female' was 'covered' with a black veil, and one of the two men was Ayyub.

Ayub's face was a little embarrassed, and he looked at me uneasily, with a dilemma. He was still carrying a huge square box in his hand, and said crampedly: "Cece, my brother saw that Mosa went to order a birthday cake that day, and he knew that it was your birthday." We...... ......He looked apologetic, glanced at the other man, swallowed a mouthful of water, and said with obvious reluctance: "We, come to wish you a happy birthday......"