The bride walks slowly on the stage, showing off her gown and jewelry. The spotlight shrouded her in a brilliant shadow, adding a bit of haze and distantness, but it was still not enough to surprise the 'glamorous'. I stared at her for a few seconds before I hung my head in panic. This 'woman' on the stage will be Moussa's lifelong companion from now on, and even if I have all kinds of entanglements, I can't afford to make a marriage contract with others.

The bride finished her journey and sat down on the sofa. Many 'women' took a group photo on stage, which was taken by a photographer who specializes in 'door'.

I remembered George's request in the car to let me take a picture of the bride with her jewelry, so I asked the 'girl' next to me, "Can I take a picture of the bride with my own phone?"

"Well, you have to ask the bride for her opinion, and she agrees. ”

I really didn't want to have a face-to-face conversation with the bride, but it was a reasonable request to think that George had come with me from Abu Dhabi to take a picture of him. What's more, after this, I won't have anything to do with her or Musa anymore.

So, I walked onto the stage and introduced myself with trepidation, my nails almost sinking into the 'flesh' as I spoke. The bride hesitated, as if she was considering, and I did not want to say any more, and I felt that I had summoned up the greatest courage, and if she was rejected, she would have to 'hand' over to George.

After a few seconds of silence, the bride finally smiled and agreed to let me take a picture. She spoke in a very soft voice, but I was almost out of breath, and when she sat up straight, I quickly pressed the fast door and hurriedly fled off the stage, hiding in the corner to smooth my undulating chest.

At this time, the main course was also served, all kinds of 'meat' food, all kinds of fried rice, and the plates were full of aroma, but I no longer had an appetite. I don't know if I was shocked by the gorgeous decoration or overwhelmed by the soft voice of the bride. After a few casual bites, the 'girl' next to me began to ask me what the wedding in China was like, and I said that we men and women would never sing and dance like this at the wedding, and the process was very simple, and we could dine after a few speeches. And the wedding in the United Arab Emirates, today's one alone, lasted for several hours, which exhausted me and made me depressed.

The main course was removed, and a variety of fruits and desserts were served. As I ate the soft and delicate chocolate cake, the thought of these were all kinds of things that the Musa family had specially prepared for the wedding, and my mouth evolved into a variety of sweet and sour flavors.

At the end of the dessert, the bride reappeared on stage. But this time, she changed into a white 'colored' blouse, which was tightly covered from head to toe, looking like a Chinese "filial piety dress", and she no longer had the appearance of shining at all. The top of the bride's head is covered with a white cloth, which is probably the same as the ancient Chinese "red hijab", except that in the UAE it has been replaced with a "white hijab". The rest of the Arab 'women' present also changed into black robes one after another, as if the frank breasts, 'dew' and 'breasts' I saw just now were all hallucinations.

The 'girl' child next to me told me that it was because the men were going into the hall.

Finally, the moment came, and the previous process was so long and monotonous that I almost forgot what I would face today. I thought I had learned to face reality after a long period of procrastination, but when this moment really came, I still couldn't stop shuddering.

Musa entered the arena surrounded by a group of white-robed men, dressed in black robes trimmed with gold trim. Men are black and 'female' are white, which is just the opposite of the usual dress. He slowly walked onto the T-shaped stage to greet the bride, and gradually got closer to me. Step by step, stepping on it very calmly and steadily, as if paving a long and resolute farewell.

Mussa's face was serious, without a hint of a smile, still like the nonchalant expression of a camel race. I looked up at this man and thought that he had spent the night with me on the eve of his wedding, but now he had to pay for the rest of his life to another 'woman'. In the long and bitter night, we have woven a fairy tale of 'fine' color and cruelty side by side, but it is only a fairy tale.

The footsteps of recalling and recalling always seem futile and sad, like the beat of a roaring drum, gathering pathos that is ready to go. I have been wearing this cheongsam tonight and have not changed, and when I first came in, I looked graceful and low-key, but now I am standing in a group of black robes, which is particularly eye-catching. Moses only glanced at me for a moment, and then saw me sitting silently in the midst of the black robes, and his steps paused slightly, and his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he quickly withdrew his gaze, quickened his pace, and walked towards his bride.

My hands unconsciously grasped my clothes, and consciously fixed all the * and pain. I was blessed and teased by fate, and I was allowed to meet such a beautiful man, but I reduced everything to a barren reality. But I can't complain, I can't hate, because this is my own choice, but I can't say frankly that I have completely willingly surrendered to this choice.

On the couch at the end of the stage, Musa sat beside the bride and lifted her white hijab. This action is very fast, less of a friendship, but more decisive.

It was at this moment that Musa's father stood at the beginning of the stage, took a handful of money from his pocket and began to scatter it around. The sky was full of money and squandering, and it was sprinkled three times. The children present ran to scramble, and the people around them began to leave the table one after another, or ran onto the stage to take pictures with the bride and groom.

A lavish wedding banquet, the wedding banquet of Mouses and others, so far, finally goodbye. I could have watched the fire from the other side, but I had to be there, as if I was in the deep anguish of mud feet, and although I climbed out, I still carried a heavy mud swamp.

I stood up and looked at the ornate stage one last time. Musa sat beside his bride, but his eyes were looking at me, sparkling and distracted.

In this way, we hid and watched from afar, but we did not have the strength to swim to each other, so we could only drift slowly, watching you and me drift apart. And in the process of drifting, I will look back from time to time at the place where I once 'met' you, although it is short, but it is profound.

I withdrew my gaze, took a deep breath, and walked afloatly towards the 'door'. I didn't go far when I met Ayub.

"How's it going, are you having fun?" "Probably because he had seen my interaction with George before, or that the dust had settled on his sister's wedding to Mossa, Ayub's look seemed to ease a lot.

I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled: "It's very different from our Chinese wedding, it's quite fresh." In order to show my joy and excitement, I also deliberately said one more sentence, "There is actually such a link as throwing money, you are really a tyrant." ”

Ayub smiled proudly, noncommittal that they did have a rich sense of superiority. After a pause, Ayub asked me, "Do you see my sister in her wedding dress?"

I didn't know what he meant, so I nodded honestly: "I see." ”

Ayub 'touched' and 'touched' his chin, and muttered: "I've never seen it as an elder brother, it's a big loss." ”

I forced a smile and comforted him, "Your sister is ...... Very gentle, very beautiful, and Mouses had a good wife. ”

I tried not to choke my voice, and with Ayub's smile, I bowed my head slightly, and fled.

George was already waiting for me at the 'door', seeing that I was at a loss and rushing forward, and hurriedly blocked in front of me: "Where are you going?"

Where are I going? I was eager to dig through the cracks in the ground, and I pulled at George's sleeve in a hurry to get out of this breathless place as soon as possible.

"So panicked, don't you want to see the photos of the male guests first? I've taken a lot of photos. George hurried to follow me, still holding the SLR and pressing it around.

"Let's go out and see, let's leave first. "My heels made a clear crunch when they stepped on the tiles. The crunch was getting faster and faster, and it was getting more and more 'chaotic', which in turn hit my fragile emotions.

I finally walked out of the hotel and smelled the fresh air outside, and there was such a sense of powerlessness, as if the dust in the low sky of the city was everywhere and pervasive.

Sitting in the car, George was still encouraging me to look at the photos he had taken, commenting and admiring myself.

"I'm very good at taking pictures, you see, how new this subject is. The handsome bridegroom, with his cold face, and his silence in the midst of a thousand people, can he make people feel what it means?"

My heart skipped half a beat, but I couldn't help but lean over, and in the lively and cheerful photos, Musa's smile was very sparse or stiff.

He knows how to be restrained, but he has never been a very good actor. And I, despicably, derive comfort and pleasure from these pictures.

With a sneaky mind, I asked George, "What do you think this means?"

He began to talk rhetorically: "Photo art pays attention to a connotation, and if there is no connotation, it must be made up." For example, I can make up the groom who actually has someone else in mind, but has to marry the bride appointed by the family. At the film festival, this is the emotional selling point. ”

"'Messy' said!" I was poked in the heart by him, and retorted in a panic, feeling that I was too 'excited', and quickly changed the topic, flipped out the mobile phone album, and handed it to George: "Oh, I asked for the bridal wedding photos you wanted, but I was cheeky to ask for them, and I repeatedly promised that I would not upload them to any network or public media." ”

"Great, you don't know, they saw me holding a SLR, and they were afraid that I would go in and take pictures of the 'female' Binhu, so they finally let me in, and the others had already surrounded the bride and groom, and they couldn't squeeze in. George happily took my phone, smiling happily, but froze the moment he saw the photo.

"What's wrong?" I was a little confused.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. George quickly returned to his normal state, paused, and asked me, "Can you send me this picture?" ”

"Of course, it was originally for you. "I quickly passed the picture to George without giving it a second thought.