I took my phone and read it carefully. This is a post about the marriage between Muslims and Han Chinese, and the further down I go, the more frightened I become, and finally I am in a cold sweat, and my 'chest' seems to be hanging with a big stone.

Although I never wanted to be Moussa's second wife, because of this special relationship, what was said in the post still made me disheartened. One of the most frightening things is probably to say: If your husband says "divorce" to you three times, he will automatically become an abandoned 'wife' and then get rid of him; he must not refuse his husband's 'sex' request at any time; he must not fight back or scold; he must not eat at his mother's house because the oil used in the stir-fry is not clean; his parents are not allowed to attend the funeral when he dies, and his or her daughter's son cannot attend the funeral when his parents die......

This large section of "nonsense" instigated by "authoritative" mouths scared me a lot at that time. His lips were pale, and he asked his friend incoherently, "You say...... These things, are they real?"

"There are a lot of people on the Internet, so many people are saying, it can't be all fake, right?" the friend smacked his lips, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Aren't you in the Middle East?

I shook my head: "The Middle East is too wide, and the Muslims are even more extensive. I'm in the UAE, and the whole thing is very advanced and modern, and the locals I meet are also warm gentlemen, not at all as scary as the rumors say. But I don't know anything about their marriage. ”

"That's right......" she was a little disappointed, and quickly mentioned the 'spirit' spirit, giggled twice, and turned the conversation to say, "However, this kind of thing has nothing to do with us. I just occasionally see a post and spit it out. What about you, take care of yourself, don't be abducted by the local tyrants in Dubai!"

I nodded, still in a trance, and didn't speak.

"Huh?" she leaned in when she saw my appearance, her eyes narrowed, "You're not really hooking up with a Middle Eastern man, are you?"

I hurriedly denied: "No, no, how could it be!"

"I knew it. She took a sip of her beer and leaned back in her seat, "If it's like what the post says, which 'woman' can stand it." ”

"Well, yes. I echoed with a slight smile and buried my head in the steaming hot pot, gossiping with her while eating. The churning smoke is the best disguise for emotions, and who can tell whether the diners are gloomy or happy. Hidden in the boiling and tumbling atmosphere, my heart was as cold as a promise, but in this coldness, I finally put parting on the agenda.

When I got home, I locked myself in my study and wrote an e-mail to Moussa.

The letter was not long, but it took me ten hours from noon to late at night. From the time I left Italy until now, I've been thinking about how to tell him about it. I can't deceive myself that I don't love him, and I don't want to emphasize "extramarital affairs" and "moral sense" to deepen his guilt against Allah.

Every word and sentence has been carefully considered.

"Moussa, we are people of two worlds, with very different living circumstances and outlooks on life. Your faith scares me, and there are certain ideas that I can't accept. I love you, but I don't want to get to know you. Because the more I know, the farther away I feel from your world. And now, "I condensed the content of the post I saw today, 'extracted' a few points that I thought were the most unacceptable, and sent them to him." He also explained the gap between the two people, and came to the conclusion of the argument: we are not suitable, let's end this relationship. Your wife needs you, and I have a life of my own.

After finally writing this letter, checking back and forth dozens of times, and then correcting all the slightly sharp words with 'hair', and making sure that I wrote clearly enough and not too hurtful, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and finally clicked the send button.

When the words "Your mail has been successfully delivered" appeared on the computer screen, I directly covered the computer, buried my face in the palm of my hand, and lay down on the table for a long time.

I used to think that after giving him my best things, I would not leave any regrets in my heart, and I would naturally be able to let go and leave. It's that I'm too self-righteous, thinking that as long as I am determined enough, everything is under control. It wasn't until I had an intimate relationship that I realized that a woman's attachment to a man would become more profound with the body's 'delivery'.

"The road to the hearts of 'females' passes through **", now it seems that this is indeed true. Perhaps that's why I put this goodbye in vain for so many days.

I changed my phone number to a domestic one, and Skype was turned off, but I check my e-mail every day. The email to Mousa also stated this, so that he would not be found in the world. Because, what is expressed in words, I can digest it slowly, think about it slowly, and reply to him when I calm down. If I use voice, I'm afraid that I'll answer impulsively without thinking about it, and say something that I won't regret.

However, for some reason, after a week, Mosa still did not reply to me. As is his usual practice, he checks his mailbox every day unless he's quite busy. Now, has he encountered something big, or has he agreed to end the relationship?

Unable to resist my curiosity, I replaced my phone with my old calling card. Then, I suddenly realized that a few days ago, Moussa had sent me a message, which simply wrote: "Cece, let's contact less recently, I have something to do, and I will look for you in a while." ”

Looking at this message blankly, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Did I do everything I could to let him go, or did he already give me a damn about it. Maybe it's okay that both parties avoid contact, which is conducive to dissolving feelings.

It was a hot July day in Chongqing, and the days seemed to be particularly long, sullen, and crushed by minute by second. Catalyzed by the dim and lazy light, the distractions came too frequently and intensively, and then I was awakened by the sudden voice of my parents.

It's been a few days since Dad came home, his health is not very good, and he is always 'smoking' and drinking, and I can't persuade him. He is a person with a strong personality, who is resolute and resolute, and it is difficult to compromise easily. Strict father and mother, probably talking about the combination of my parents.

On this day, my friends and I went out for a walk, and climbed in the undulating mountains and forests, and when we came back, we were sweating profusely. I came home sticky and opened the 'door', only to see my father and mother sitting on the sofa, looking at me steadily.

I was slightly stunned and looked at them strangely: "What's wrong with you two? Why are you sitting so seriously?"

"Xixi, come here. Mom waved at me and called me to the side of the couch to sit diagonally opposite them. Dad looked at me with an inexplicable speculation, and there was a sudden increase in the air with a bit of tension.

"How...... What's wrong?" I felt weak, and under the 'forced' gaze of my father, I softened first.

"Xixi," Mom sighed helplessly, "You went to study abroad and wanted to pursue a better education, and your father and I both understood." Although you are far away, we can't control it, but I still hope that if you have anything, you can talk to us more. ”

I spread my hands and said with a smile: "What can I do? The study life over there is very monotonous, and I have mentioned it to you on the phone on weekdays, there is nothing new." ”

As soon as the words fell, Dad's brows tightened a little, Mom paused, and continued: "Xixi, you are not young anymore, it's time to fall in love." Although you are in Dubai, we still hope that you can find a Chinese when you fall in love, so that the possibility of success in the future will be greater, and it is not easy to be deceived by foreigners. ”

I wondered what they knew, but I couldn't find a way for them to know, so I said, "I understand, of course." ”

The air was silent for a moment, and then my mother spoke again, "That'...... If you understand, why provoke foreigners?"

I jerked my head up, and my eyes instantly became surprised. However, under the burning gaze of his parents, he lowered his eyes again and whispered: "I...... I ......"

"Let's be honest, you shouldn't hide this from us. Without waiting for me to finish, Dad took the lead in uttering words, his voice deep and cold, and threw a picture on the coffee table. I looked down and saw that it was me and Moussa on the steps of Piazza di Spaña in Rome, holding up ice cream and happily hugging and 'kissing'!

At that time, when a European photographer handed me the photo, I tucked it in a book, forgot to take it out when I got home, and put it on the bookcase. Occasionally, my dad would flip through the books I was reading, and it must have been when the picture slipped out of it. What's even more embarrassing is that in order to show the commemorative significance of the photo, Moussa later 'waved' and clearly marked the date and place of shooting on it, and he couldn't 'be mixed' if he wanted to 'be 'blinded' or 'mixed'.

I was so frightened by this picture that I stuttered a little, stumbling speechless, and I was silent. When my father saw me drooping his eyes, he scolded me and asked, "Is this an Arab man? Did you go to play with him before returning home after the holidays?"

"Don't be so fierce to children, talk well. My mother patted the back of my father's hand, said in a soft tone, and said to me, "Your father and I are also out of concern, now there are too many cases of foreign men cheating on Chinese 'girl' children, and those places in the Middle East are 'chaotic' and far away, we were very worried about your past study, and we don't want you to be hurt." Just talk to your parents, is this boy good to you?"

My brain was still in a state of 'chaos', and I nodded blankly: "Okay, very good......

As soon as the words fell, the father's roaring voice rang out: "That's also to deceive you! Machismo in the Arab world is a matter of course, you have no status as a little 'girl' child, don't be carried away by the so-called love!"

I was so frightened by his reprimand that my face turned pale, and my first reaction was to defend Moussa: "Don't always think of Arabs as terrifying, many things have been demonized by the domestic media, in fact, ......"

"Xixi!" my mother interrupted me, hinting to me with her eyes that I was paying attention to my father's emotions, and said earnestly, "Love is free, and your father and I are not feudal people. But in a foreign relationship, there are many things to consider. Cultural differences, differences in customs, will it be good for you in the future, if you live there, you have been wronged, who can you talk to?"

I looked at my mother's solemn eyes, and then at my father's domineering anger, and finally reacted, and my thoughts gradually calmed down. After swallowing a mouthful of water with difficulty, I opened my mouth and said clearly, "Mom, Dad, I've ...... Already separated from him. Say