Mom stared at me with delightful eyes, satisfied with my relishful chewing. I looked at her infatuated eyes, moved and sour, and smiled, "Mom, why are you looking at me? After waiting for me for so long, aren't you hungry?" After speaking, he also put a few chopsticks in her bowl, urging her to eat quickly.

Mom still didn't move, looking at me, with some sparkles in the corners of her eyes: "Xixi, I haven't seen you for too long, I miss you, let me watch it for a while." With tears streaming down her face, she looked at me carefully and whispered, "Feeling...... You seem to have changed. ”

I chuckled inwardly, and my lower abdomen contracted violently. Yes, the days and nights that passed through Venice did bring about a qualitative change in my body, and this change was beautiful, poignant, and secret, and no one else could see it. I bit my lip to get rid of my chaotic thoughts and asked casually, "Really, where have I changed?"

She reached out and 'touched' my face: "The climate is dry over there, and my skin has deteriorated. Isn't it hard to study? Looks thinner than ever. ”

It turned out that I was just referring to appearance, but I was too sensitive. I put a piece of 'meat' in my mouth and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to be thin, many people 'spend' money to lose 'fat'." And I'm in good health, don't worry. It's you, how are you doing?"

My mother patted my hand: "I'm in good health, it's just that your father, 'smoking' and drinking a lot, his body is more affected, and when he comes back, you can persuade him more." ”

"Well, okay. I nodded and asked her, "By the way, did Dad say when he would be back?" Although I also studied petroleum geology, after all, I am a 'girl' student, and I mainly focus on scientific research, so I only occasionally run out in the field, and most of the time I stay in the office.

"Your dad will be back in two days, and he knows you're going home, so he asks for leave early. Mom said happily, and after a while, she frowned again, "However, your school is too picky, in Dubai for a year, there are only twenty days of vacation, and even a month is not enough." ”

I lowered my head slightly, a little ashamed, originally the school was a month off, but I went to Italy and came back a week late. Stretched out his hand and comforted his mother: "Although I only have more than 20 days of vacation now, when I come back from Dubai after my four-year contract ends, I can always accompany you and my father." ”

"Four years, it's only been a year now......," my mother 'revealed' a melancholy look, "Why did you go so far, when you were an undergraduate, you were in the north, and now you are studying for a master's degree overseas, and the farther and farther, I can't see you if I want to." Alas......"

Her deep sigh was like a small snake burrowing into a crevice, gently gnawing at my heart, and I couldn't help but whisper "Mommy......" The next sentence, but I choked up and couldn't say it.

"Alas, okay, okay. The atmosphere was a little sad, my mother quickly waved her hand and said with a smile, "I'm so 'excited', don't say anything first, come on, come on, eat quickly, the food is cold." ”

"Hmm. I nodded lightly and buried my head in the rice. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the white 'flower' of her sideburns, and tears flowed down, which was indescribable.

After eating, I rushed to wash the dishes, and when my hands were full of oil, the mobile phone in my pocket rang. Quickly rubbed his hands with hand sanitizer, wiped two handfuls of nonsense, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Musa's skpe.

I stared blankly at the screen, my fingers trembling and trembling, trying to press it, but not daring to press it. The bell was urging eagerly, detonating my 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' mind, and reason and sensuality 'sexuality' shuttled back and forth in my 'chest', cruising and struggling, struggling and struggling, and in the end, emotion prevailed. I said to myself that since the goodbye had not yet been spoken, from a polite point of view, I should respect other people's calls.

So, I pressed the answer half-blindly, half-happily, put the phone close to my ear, and cautiously said "hi".

"Hey, is my ee home?" said Mousa in a brisk tone, exuding happiness.

He changed his address to me from "ee" to "my ee", and this sweetness made me unbearable, and I replied calmly: "I've been home, I've eaten." ”

"That's good, a safe journey, right?"

"Hmm. "I tried my best to stay cold, but my heart kept falling and rising between the clouds and the bottom of the sea.

"Tired? Your voice sounds tired. ”

"Sort of. ”

"Oh......" he seemed a little lost: "Okay, you have a good rest first, and I'll contact you later." ”

I remained silent, afraid to speak to him, and begged him to say more.

Seeing that the voice was about to hang up, my mind was gloomy, and little by little it became gray. At this moment, Musa's voice popped up in the mobile phone again, and he suddenly 'refreshed' again.

"That's right. He spoke again, "I've already booked a first-class ticket for you to return to Dubai from Chongqing two days before school starts, so don't buy it then." ”

As soon as the words fell, I panicked: "No!"

"Why?" he scoffed.

Because, because ...... "My tongue was knotted, and in such a panicked mood, I couldn't tell him about my intention to break up." So, I could only say, "My ticket back to school, the project can be reimbursed." But only economy class will be reimbursed, not first class, you are 'wasted' money. ”

He smiled and said indifferently: "It's okay, I don't need to be reimbursed." ”

"But I don't want that. I muttered, not wanting to explain more, and said firmly, "You go and get your ticket back!"

"What's wrong?" he was inexplicable, "you didn't react so strongly when you bought a ticket from Italy to China." ”

"It's different, it's because my money was stolen in Italy. I retorted weakly, unwilling to accept his care anymore. Fear that if I bear a little more, I will soften in his concerns.

Moses did not agree with my reasoning, and said in a more resolute tone than I did: "No, it will not do you any harm to listen to me in this matter." This determined tone couldn't help but say, and then told me to rest a little, and then said "goodbye" to me again.

I still wanted to argue something, but I lost my courage under his firmness, said goodbye to him woodenly, hung up the phone, and was stunned for a while, and when I woke up, my whole body was paralyzed into a puddle of mud.

After the intimacy, my relationship with Moussa was quietly changing. In the past, if I had refused his 'spending', he would have muttered a few words. But now, that decision has gradually become unquestionable, with a bit of certainty. And the weakness of my heart led to the weakness of resistance, and I became weak and weak on the bottom of my emotions.

'Messy', 'messy', everything 'messy', not in the slightest according to the original trajectory.

Originally, my plan was to have a happy goodbye to Moussa at the airport in Venice, and then set up a timed text message to be sent while waiting for the flight, and then you can see this message when Musa's flight arrives in Dubai. After that, we both had more than 20 days off to reconnect with each other, and when we met again in Dubai, we were two people who had nothing to do with each other.

I understand that saying that a breakup after intimacy will definitely 'provoke' his anger, but it is precisely because of this anger that he can make up his mind to let go. Let him think that I am a Chinese 'woman' who does not know what to do and who is looking for fun, maybe this will make it easier for him to give up.

However, because of that incomplete farewell, all plans were shattered. I didn't say a word of goodbye, and I stupidly answered the phone, which once again deepened my debt to him. The more you owe, the more you can't escape, and the joke at the beginning turned out to be a prophecy.

After a few days had passed, how to make a clean break with Moses was something I had been thinking about and avoided thinking about. I was so reluctant to open the farewell words in my heart, but I had to suppress the surging thoughts and indulgences. Sometimes lying in the warm quilt, suddenly recalling the tender night of Venice, the 'child' palace is like an anemone in the 'tide' water, constantly fluttering, warm and open, but this open can not welcome the floating luck of 'wave' and 'wave', and can only whimper and return to silence.

I'm really a 'woman' who struggles enough, but doesn't have enough courage.

I went to eat hot pot with friends in Chongqing, and the pot was a tumbling red soup, and the peppers and peppers floated on the soup noodles, which were smooth and spicy. I was sweating profusely and eating profusely.

"Xixi, I heard that you went to study in the Middle East?" asked my friend.

"yes. "I fanned my spicy red lips and nodded.

"Then you are really courageous, it is not easy to come back alive. ”

I was puzzled to hear, "Why can't I come back alive?"

"In the Middle East, there are so many terrorists, and one of them was accidentally blown up. Her eyes widened, she made a "bang" explosion gesture, and added, "Especially those Muslims in the Middle East, how terrible and terrible." ”

Hearing this, I pressed my chopsticks on the bowl with a "snap" and said unhappily: "Why did the Muslims mess with you?

My reaction was so 'violent' that she was a little surprised, and she spread her hands and said, "Isn't Islam often full of extreme terrorists? ”

A gentle smile welled up in my mind, and I couldn't bear my friend's casual accusations, and said: "This kind of thing has to be viewed dialectically, and Muslims and terrorists are not essential, you can't do it all the same." All Muslims cannot be considered terrorists for the sake of a few examples. You know, the Muslim population is close to a quarter of the world's total population, and with such a large base, it is inevitable that some moths will appear. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, but it can't be said that this is a bad forest. Islam itself is a religion of peace, not all Muslims are terrorists, all terrorists are Muslims. ”

I said a lot in one breath, and the spicy taste in my mouth came out, and I was more energetic, as if I wanted to seriously discuss it with her to the end. I used to have no feeling when I heard people talk about it, but now when it comes to Moussa, I instinctively want to stand up for him.

When my friend saw me like this, he patted me on the back, "Oh, don't you 'provoke', I just say this kind of thing about terrorists." However, two days ago, I saw a post on the Internet about all kinds of matters related to marrying Muslims, and that made me feel 'hairy'!" After saying this, she immediately took out her mobile phone, flipped out the web page and put it in front of me: "Oh, you see, this is it. Say