Seeing that I should deal with this matter, Yun Yushu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work." ”

I smiled and said in a brisk tone, "It's okay, anyway, since I've been in Dubai, I haven't participated in very many activities, so I can't wait to have some fun." I looked around again, flipped through the documents in my hand again, raised my head and asked Yun Yushu, "Have you finished everything I want to do?"

In such an emotional café, a man and a woman sit opposite each other, although there are no ambiguous words, it still makes people a little restless.

He raised his eyes, with a thick smile in his eyes: "Actually, I called you here today to tell you about it, but there is one more thing. ”

"What?"

"On December 24th, in addition to 'China Day' and Christmas Eve, it also happened to be my birthday. Yun Yushu smiled lightly, this smile was not the usual cheerful and straightforward, but with deep hope, "I want to ask, would you like to spend your birthday with me?"

"Okay. I didn't think much of it, smiled and asked, "Who else are you going to call?"

Yun Yushu shook his head and looked directly at me, "Just me, and you." ”

My smile froze for a moment, and if I hadn't understood what he meant, it would have been too dull. My hesitation lasted only three seconds, and I immediately nodded in agreement.

After hugging and crying with Lian Pian last night, I realized that I was too dependent on Moussa. I love him, he loves me, and I'm afraid that my reason will not be able to control it if I am not careful. Before I learned that he had come out of the hospital to find me, I wanted to let time dilute everything, but now I can't, I desperately need to be relieved, and I need to use a strong way to quickly drag myself out of the quagmire. If I continue to let time pass, I'm afraid that when he comes to me again, he will be unable to help the poisonous Gu of emotion.

Let me forget about Moses in my dealings with others. Forget about him, isn't that what I've always asked myself to do? It's just a new way.

For the next week, my life went on quite regularly. Take classes, prepare for final exams, familiarize yourself with the introductions, meet with Yun Yushu occasionally, and the rest is to eat and sleep. I have always had high requirements for my exam results, and the results of my first year of master's studies will determine the scholarship for the second year, so I am even more dedicated to it and have little leisure.

Musa occasionally appears in the classroom, presumably because the wedding is almost ready and no longer busy all day. I couldn't bear to look at him, and he deliberately avoided me, and we were in the same classroom, at the front and back, without disturbing each other. When I encountered a group task, I also completed it silently and alone, and I never asked him and Ayub again.

Only once, when the teacher asked a question, and for the first time told Mousa to get up and answer, I sat in the front row with my head buried and listened to the words of his lips, which were gentle and slightly hoarse, and hit my eardrums straight to the eardrums. I buried my head lower and lower, waiting for his voice, listening to his voice, stunned, I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. After a while, when the teacher had finished asking, Musa's voice disappeared, and I involuntarily turned my head to sneak a peek, and found that he had already sat down, and happened to be blocked by the person diagonally in front of him.

In my heart, there is an unspeakable loss.

In this way, it finally came to "China Day", that is, Yun Yushu's birthday. I glanced at the date on my phone and thought it out in my mind, there was still a week left until the day of Mussa's wedding.

On the morning of "China Day", the domestic leaders arrived as scheduled, and after a lengthy speech, they held a Chinese cultural exhibition in the indoor exhibition hall of the school. I coiled up my hair, not messy at all, and put on a small 'flower' hairpin of royal blue 'color', and wore a slim-fitting cheongsam with ink printing 'flower'. The cheongsam is very close-fitting and generous, which better sets off the curves of the body. But the place of the bag is tightly wrapped so that it doesn't make people feel exposed.

I put on a little makeup, looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a set of artistic photos of my cheongsam on the plate, and when I returned it, he renamed each photo as the comment in his heart, and the photo he marked as "myfavorite" was also a short cheongsam with ink printing 'flowers'.

Will he like it? Will he see it? But what does it have to do with me?

The scale of this exhibition is not large, and it is not a 'fine' product. Just to cooperate with the arrival of the leaders, by the way, let the foreign students feel the Chinese culture. Porcelain, cloud brocade, 'jade' ware, cheongsam, and ink paintings are all on display last year, and there is nothing special about them, but they still have a certain attraction for foreigners who meet them for the first time. In addition, there is also an activity area, led by Yin Qianyan Zhang Luo, uniting Chinese merchants in Dubai, who can "play with mud" to learn to make ceramics.

As the number of people entering the exhibition hall grew, I began to explain. It was a lot of effort to introduce traditional Chinese culture in English, but luckily I spent all my free time on it this week, and I spoke it fluently.

As I approached, a European interrupted me and complimented me: "Your clothes are so beautiful, and I've seen others wear them in the United States, but they don't have the temperament you have." ”

I bowed my head slightly, folded my hands at my side dignifiedly, and replied with a smile: "The temperament of the East and the West is different, and the beauty of the cheongsam still depends on the Chinese 'women' to shape it." ”

As soon as the words fell, I suddenly heard a low voice from Yin Qianyan in the activity area, the voice was not loud, but because she subconsciously blurted out a Chinese "Oh God", I still keenly captured it.

I turned my head curiously to look, and I was stunned at this look.

Musa was sitting on a small bench in the "activity area", and the plasterboard in front of him was already taking shape, and he must have been 'kneading' for a while. But the strange thing is that the mud is too crooked, as if the producer has been leaning over and not finding the right center of gravity.

Yin Qianyan stepped forward and straightened the crooked mud in front of Musa with his hand. I stood not far from them, and I could faintly hear Yin Qianyan's helpless voice: "Classmate, can you concentrate a little? Don't always be distracted, making ceramics requires patience." ”

I don't know when Moussa arrived in the exhibition hall and hid in this corner to "play in the mud". Listening to Yin Qianyan's words, he smiled a little embarrassedly, and cautiously raised his head to look around. At this time, my position had already moved from the 'jade' ware area to the ink painting area, and when I turned the corner of the corridor, I could clearly see that his gaze was slowly turning from the 'jade' ware area to here, and I happened to meet my gaze.

Looking at each other, his expression immediately became 'confused', and he quickly withdrew his gaze, staring motionlessly at the mud in front of him that had been 'rubbed' by him, his brows furrowed, and he held his breath. After another half a minute or so, he stood up abruptly with his head down, didn't even wash his muddy hands, turned around and walked out of the exhibition hall, leaving Yin Qianyan complaining dissatisfied.

I glanced at his stiff and depressed back as he left, and let out a long sigh in my heart. I want him to come, so that he may see my beauty, but I do not want him to come, to provoke hopeless sorrow.

After explaining a few reincarnations, the flow of people has gradually thinned. I walked to the souvenir area where Yun Yushu was, asked him for a bottle of mineral water, and poured a large bottle to soothe my already dry throat.

I turned my head and put down the water, and found that Yun Yushu was staring at me, holding his hands in front of his chest, with a very meaningful look.

"Why are you looking at me like that, what am I doing wrong?" I asked.

He didn't squeak, as if he wanted something from my look.

I sat down, took out a small mirror from my bag and looked at my face, there was nothing abnormal, and Yun Yushu still maintained the posture just now, motionless.

"What are you looking at?" Yun Yushu's eyes seemed to look into the bottom of my heart, I was a little weak, and made a joke with a dry smile, "Am I so beautiful that you are 'beautiful'?"

Yun Yushu didn't answer me, leaned over, propped his right elbow on the table, and asked me mysteriously, "When did it start?"

"When?" I wondered.

"You and the man in the white robe. ”

I quickly denied it: "Don't talk nonsense! How can I have anything with him?"

"When I met him on the road after dinner with you that day, I thought it was strange for you to look at him, and the words you spoke afterwards were also strange. At that time, I suspected that there might be something between you and him. But then I felt that you were a very reasonable person, and this kind of thing should be unlikely, and I didn't take it to heart. Until you explained just now, the white-robed eyes looked at you without moving, and the porcelain was broken into that shape. And when you look at each other, you also look 'confused'. I know that there is definitely a problem between you and him. Yun Yushu began to trace back to the roots, analyzing the terms and conditions.

"Questions, what can you say?" I replied with a forced composure.

"Then how do I know? And you also said that you and that white robe are members of the same group, and there are a lot of discussions together, right?"

"It's a group, but there's someone else in the group. And we never talk about it, because they don't work. I explained in one go, and suddenly I thought, why should I explain so much?

"Yun Yushu, if you really like to use your logic to figure out from other people's eyes and movements, then please go to someone else, don't 'mess' and use me as an experiment. "I'm already a little angry and angry, and this anger is not only for Yun Yushu, but also for myself.

Yun Yushu saw that I was angry, and his tone slowed down: "Xixi, I mean something." "Emirati men are rich, but others only marry Muslims," he said. You are a Chinese 'girl' child, and it will not be easy to achieve positive results with him. You are not a young girl, you should know what men can contact, and what men will never be able to contact you. ”

His words embarrassed me, and I was unintentionally poked in the sore spot, and I could only hide my weakness with double my anger. With a cold snort, I got up angrily and left, my high heels hitting the ground clearly, one by one, and also on my aching heart.