Due to the time difference, it was only 9 p.m. in Dubai at the end of the 'Spring Festival' evening. Although I couldn't get enough of it, in view of the fact that there was still class tomorrow, everyone had to disperse early.

I accompanied Yun Yushu to send his parents back to the room, and my mission for the whole day was completed. With a long sigh of relief, he said goodbye to Yun Yushu, turned around and was about to leave, only to find that he was still standing in place, looking at me motionless.

"What's wrong, not going back?" I wondered.

Yun Yushu shook his head and whispered in disappointment: "I remember that when I visited outside today, you told my mother that you would take good care of me, listening, I was very happy." He raised his eyes to look at me, and a wistful smile appeared on his face, "Xixi, I really hope that one day, you will no longer be pretending." ”

The atmosphere is slightly stagnant, and such ambiguity is something I don't want to bear.

Sometimes, hospitality is a derogatory term. The strong friendship is given to the wrong person, it is difficult to refuse, but it is very anxious.

Seeing my embarrassed expression, Yun Yushu waved his hand helplessly, and said in a round field: "I said too much, you go back quickly, and rest early." ”

I nodded dumbly, barely pulling out a smile, still polite: "You too, Happy Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

After speaking, he didn't want to stay longer, and turned to leave.

Go back to your room and fall asleep. It's been a long day, and I'm really tired. In the dream, a sudden phone rang. I wanted to turn off the bell with my mind, but it kept ringing.

After a few times, I finally opened my eyes in a daze and found that it was not a dream, but a phone call from Moussa.

"Hey?" I was lazy, not awake yet.

"Where are you?"

"Hotel room. ”

"Alone?" the question was a little annoyed, even sarcastic and self-deprecating.

"Of course. "I'm still groggy.

There was the sound of running on the other end, and my breathing went up and down, and half a minute later, when I was drowsy again, I heard Moses' commanding 'kiss': "Open the door." ”

"Huh?" I curled up on the bed, reluctant to open my eyes, "what are you doing with the door? ”

"I'm outside the door!" he raised his voice abruptly, in an unmistakable tone. I was clever, and then I reacted, lifted the bed, and walked towards the 'door' with my slippers.

Late at night on Chinese New Year's Eve, did he come to accompany me for New Year's Eve? In the confusion, I ignored the anger in his voice, and only felt a wave of unexpected joy welling up in my heart, and the whole person was instantly dyed with a happy smile.

Opening the door, I subconsciously threw myself into his arms, wrapped my arms around his waist, and closed my eyes comfortably. But this action lasted less than a second, and then Mousa tore me away, walked straight to the bedroom closet, and opened the 'door' of the cupboard.

In the closet, there is naturally nothing but clothes. Moussa was stunned, as if relieved and worried, and sat sullenly at the head of the bed, looking at the ground, and did not speak.

"What's the matter?" I gradually cleared my mind, sensed his displeasure, and wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and smiled, "Don't you have any clothes to wear, and come to me in the middle of the night to look for clothes?"

He didn't answer, but his fist clenched. Outside the window, the bleak moonlight seeped into the house, revealing an inexplicable sadness and cold silence. Through the deep and quiet light, I could clearly see his face of forbearance and rage, his frightened and abrupt expression, and the deep eyes that hid a thousand terrifying waves.

"Mosa?" I asked, uneasy, as I leaned over him and whispered, "has something happened to you?

Musa gritted his teeth, as if trying to calm himself, for a long time, and finally, with pain and unbearability, he spoke hatefully: "Why are you lying to me?"

"Huh?" I don't know.

Slowly, Moussa raised his head and stared at me intently, a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat: "You don't want to be with me, just tell me directly, why lie to me?"

I frowned slightly: "Lie to you, where did I lie to you?" Thinking that the first action he had just made when he came in was to open the closet, and a chill invaded his body. I looked at him in disbelief and asked in a hoarse voice, "You think I've hidden someone else in my closet?"

His eyes darkened, and he didn't answer directly. He just took out his phone, pulled up a page, and handed it to me.

I took it with all kinds of suspicion, and suddenly I saw that on the screen, it was the group photo of the party a few hours ago!

"When I called you in the morning, you said you were picking up your friend's parents at the airport. I thought this friend was referring to Lian Pian, but I didn't expect it to be his parents. Mossa's voice struggled with pain, grabbed my arm, and the whole person was like a beast on the verge of collapse, extremely depressed, crying blood, "In the photo, he is still holding you, hugging you tightly! And you are still smiling so happily! Cece, how long have you been hiding from me, how much have you hidden from me!"

The atmosphere was dreary and suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel scared under his aggressive questioning. My arm was pinched so painfully that I couldn't help but exclaim, struggle, and gasp: "Musa, it's not what you see, you listen to my explanation." I didn't have anything to do with him, it was just a favor for him, pretending to be for his parents. ”

I finished breathlessly, but Moses' aura did not diminish in the slightest. His hands clamped on me, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his 'chest' rose and fell sharply: "What is the reason why you need to do such a pretence?" He suddenly shook me off, and the strength was so great that I fell on the 'bed', "Cece, don't lie to me again!"

"I didn't lie to you. I shook my head desperately, grabbed his sleeve until the cuff was wrinkled, and continued to explain: "Moussa, I really have nothing to do with him, I just do him a favor, everything is fake. The picture in this photo only appeared at the moment it was taken, and the rest of the time, we had nothing to do with it. I looked at Musa, who was still tense and nervous, and was about to lose breath in my chest, and said in a low voice: "Musa, you misunderstood me, don't do this." ”

He approached me, his eyes bloodshot, and suddenly, tyrannically, 'rubbed' me into his arms, and asked angrily, fiercely, and with a meager desire: "How do I know this is really a misunderstanding?"

I was so weak that I was paralyzed, and I only whispered, "How can you trust me, Moses?"

He locked my body tightly and commanded in a 'gloomy' voice: "Call him and prove it to me." ”

"What!" I looked at Mousa with my eyes wide in horror, "so late, you want me to call him?"

Musa looked at me in silence. His eyes reflected my silhouette, so clear and poignant.

It's twelve o'clock in the evening, and Yun Yushu is tired from the day, and he must have fallen asleep at this moment. And Musa actually asked me to call Yun Yushu at this time for verification.

I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart, so I felt a pain in my heart, and asked him miserably: "Will you fight again tomorrow during the day?" ”

Musa still didn't speak, and there was a gloom in his eyes that I couldn't understand, as if he was looking at me, as if he was looking at something through my body.

The heart suddenly cooled down, the liver and intestines broke inch by inch, and the emotions were unsustainable.

With absolute emotion, I took out my phone and began to look for Yun Yushu's number. And Mousa sat beside me in silence, watching every movement of my fingers, without the slightest hindrance.

The closer I got to my goal, the more bleak my mood became, and my beautiful state of mind gradually became extinct, igniting a deep resentment.

I found the number, entered the interface, and clicked down with trembling fingers, I turned on the speakerphone, and the connection prompt sounded.

"Toot-toot-" After two cold sounds, Musa suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to hang up the phone, but a deep and sour voice rang in his ears: "I believe you." ”

My nose was sore, I had been waiting for it, but it was too late. At this moment, I was surrounded by full sorrow, and struggled out of his arms, standing stubbornly in the corner, glaring at him unwillingly.

"Stop fighting, I trust you. Mousa repeated, in this voice, the heartache and the reluctance 'intertwined', with deep affection, but not complete relief. Perhaps, he asked me to make this call just to test my reaction and ask me to give him a reasonable explanation. He stopped me because he didn't want to embarrass me, but he still had a difficult knot in his heart. But if I don't make this call today, is it possible for him to really dispel his suspicions? No, he won't. And I'm going to be at a loss for words.

The anger swelled up again, and I gritted my teeth and let the phone beep and confront him. Just when I thought Yun Yushu wouldn't pick up the phone, his faintly expectant voice suddenly came from the other end: "Xixi, it's so late, is there something wrong with calling?"

I couldn't bear it, but I still gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and asked word by word in English: "Tomorrow, do I still need to continue pretending to be your 'girlfriend' friend?"

Later in this sentence, my voice was dyed with crying, and it became more and more hoarse. Yun Yushu was stunned, seemed to be thinking, and didn't make a sound for a long time. I glared at Mousa while waiting for Yun Yushu's answer, and finally, the other end of the phone lowered his voice and replied in deep and cold English: "No need, thank you for pretending today." ”

Then, Yun Yushu quickly hung up the phone without the slightest hesitation.

Suddenly, feeling weak, I slowly slid down the corner. In a hurry, I wanted to grab something, but I couldn't grasp anything. Yun Yushu must have understood, late at midnight, I abruptly asked him in English about such a thing, and after thinking about it for a while, I knew what the intention was. But would he have guessed that the man beside me was still Moses, and if he had known, he would have been disappointed in me, and I would have lost his kind and thoughtful friend because of it.

Musa hurriedly ran over, picked me up, and hugged me: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

This sorry sentence was said again and again. I closed my eyes in pain, my body trembling, tears streaming out of my eyes. This time, instead I shoved him away: "Mousa, why don't you listen to a good explanation, and you have to do it this way? I have been with you for so long, and you can't even give me this trust?"

All the frustration, grievance, and pain were in my throat, and I suddenly turned my mind around and shouted at him: "Don't say that I have nothing to do with other people, even if it does, what qualifications do you have to control me?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Mosa froze, his throat moving up and down, but he choked up and couldn't say anything.

In the dark night, in the shadows, we are silent and dying.

After a long pause, suddenly, he lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice: "Cece, it is because I have no qualifications that I am suspicious and so scared...... Lose you. ”。