Istanbul, Turkey, on the last day of April, when the temperature in Istanbul reaches the 30-degree mark, the people living in the city officially usher in their summer season.

In the morning, at seven o'clock, Kashiwahara pushed open the revolving door of the hotel, and the service agency put his luggage into the trunk of the taxi waiting outside the hotel door in the morning, and Kashiwahara put a hundred dollars in the hands of the waiter, apparently, the waiter was extremely satisfied with the amount of tips he gave, and he said several times in English with a phonetic alphabet that was not very accurate, "Welcome to come again." The waiter also handed Kashiwahara his private mobile phone number, suggesting that Kashiwahara could find him next time he came to Turkey, and he knew where to find beautiful girls.

Hop into the taxi and start to leave the Mediterranean-style golden hotel, a city that celebrates gold and blue, and some of the buildings along the way are mostly in these two hues, and the sun casts on the golden and blue buildings on the morning of late April.

The sleepless night made Kashiwahara embroidery close his eyes tiredly.

A few minutes later, the taxi driver asked him if he wanted to listen to music.

Indeed, Kashiwahara needed some sound to drive away the vast emptiness in his mind at this moment.

Cheerful Turkish music sounded.

In the cheerful music, Kashiwahara embroidery seems to hear the sound of scurrying footsteps, the footsteps start from the antique market, all the way back, all the way back, another pair of footsteps approaching, all the way back and all the way through the winding alleys of the old town, and finally stop at the white spice square.

The sky of Istanbul was infinitely blue, and she stood under the blue sky, suddenly like a dream, and he walked towards her step by step, stretching out his hand, her face became clearer and clearer, you see, she was squinting at him.

As soon as Zhao Xiangnong narrowed her eyes, Bai Yuan embroidered and wanted to kiss her lips.

Her lips were still the same as before, faintly moist, with the luster of rose petals.

Reaching out, my fingertips were about to touch her lips......

"Sir, sir!" Caught off guard, a baritone was close to his ears.

Kashiwahara opened her eyes.

The taxi driver reminded him that the airport had arrived.

Holding his index finger down on his temple, Kashiwahara woke up from a brief dream, and the woman standing in the white square was called Mu Youen.

Zhao Xiangnon is dead, and Zhao Xiangnon has been sleeping at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean for three years.

Suddenly, Kashiwahara's embroidered hand slipped from his temples.

The taxi driver put his luggage on the airport trolley.

There were still a few thousand likás in the leather armor, and Kashiwahara gave all those lira to the taxi driver, as if he was afraid that he would regret and get the money back, and the taxi driver drove away in his car.

There was also a contact card given to him by the hotel waiter in the leather armor, and Kashiwahara Shu threw the business card into the trash.

"Welcome back"?

No, no, he'll never be here again! Kashiwahara pushed the luggage cart into the airport entrance without looking back!

At nine twenty o'clock, there was still almost an hour before Kashiwahara embroidery boarded the plane, and Kashiwahara embroidery picked up a passport in the bathroom, and Kashiwahara embroidery opened the passport.

The passport with the words of the People's Republic of China printed on the foot of Kashiwahara embroidery made Kashiwahara embroidery go for almost half an hour, reading word by word, information by information verification.

The hand that stamped the passport was trembling, but in stark contrast to his trembling hand was his heart.

Kashiwahara's heart is more calm than ever, surprisingly calm, and what he needs most at this time is calmness.

After that, Kashiwahara took the passport to the airport's lost and found.

Fifteen minutes later, the airport radio sounded over and over again: "Mr. Zhou Xiaoqi, who is a Chinese national, if you find that you have lost your passport, please go to the airport lost and found office to claim your passport." ”

Dozens of minutes after the airport radio sounded, an Oriental man about 30 years old appeared at the airport's lost and found office, and the man claimed to be Zhou Xiaoqi, a Chinese man mentioned in the broadcast.

"Are you really Mr. Zhou Xiaoqi from Beijing?" The staff member who checked the information asked again.

"Yes."

"Did you enter the country with this passport in three days?"

"Yes!" The man replied, he looked at his watch as he answered, and after looking at it, his eyes inadvertently swept over a corner, and just in the afterglow he saw a man standing there, and when he saw the man standing in the corner, he swallowed the next words.

Then, he took his passport and began to smile wryly, it was time to come.

I believe that the man who replaced him would never be in such a situation, and he would lose his passport from An Tuohai to Zhou Xiaoqi, and then his passport was picked up by the man named Kashiwahara Xiu.

Kashiwahara's eyes burned on the face of the man who appeared in his hotel room yesterday and gave him a blow to the head.

The appearance of the man in front of him is so ordinary that he can catch a handful of them casually on the street.

In the white square, the woman named "Mu Youen" once said to Kashiwahara embroidery, "Apart from my husband, you are the second most beautiful man I have ever seen." ”

"Mu Youen" didn't lie from beginning to end, and Song Yuze, who occasionally appeared in magazines, did have a skin that was enough to make women fascinated.

Bai Yuanxiu walked towards the man with a helpless expression step by step, word by word: "Now, should I call you An Tuohai or Zhou Xiaoqi?" ”

At this moment, Bai Yuan embroidery is extremely sure that Song Yuze, who has the identity of An Tuohai, lives in this land, why do he want to do this, he doesn't want to know, Bai Yuan Xiu's only urgent thing is to expose Song Yuze's lies and bring his Xiao Nong back, how can Bai Yuan embroidery not recognize Zhao Xiangnong, how can it be!

On this day, Kashiwahara embroidery did not take a flight from Ataturk Airport to Chicago, and An Tuohai, who held Zhou Xiaoqi's identity, did not take a flight back to Beijing.

The two of them walked out of the airport, and outside the airport, Kashiwahara embroidery handed his mobile phone to An Tuohai: "Call Song Yuze." ”

When Song Yuze received An Tuohai's call, he was wiping Mu Youen's face in the hotel room.

On this day, Song Yuze got up nearly half an hour later than usual, as soon as Song Yuze opened his eyes, he saw the face next to him, recently, her face was a little ruddy, and her weight increased from eighty-seven pounds to ninety-one pounds from the previous maintenance stage, the doctor said that in order to make her body meet the standard, the weight should be maintained at about one hundred and ten pounds, and now there are nineteen pounds from one hundred and ten pounds.

She fell asleep beside him, and couldn't help Song Yuze's hand to pinch her cheek, and whispered, "You have to fight for me, hurry up and make up the nineteen pounds for me." ”

In this way, he will not be frightened, so that he will not wake up every night and night, open his eyes to touch the person around him, and see if she is still there.

She had scared him to death.

Song Yuze's hand touched the slimy, what happened in this room a few hours ago is still vivid, her tightness made him not have the slightest restraint in the end, she tossed and turned under him, and in the end, the two bodies were drenched in sweat.

Now, she's exhausted, isn't she? It was still her body that recovered and she endured him twice in one night.

What a stubborn girl, he knew that because of her physical condition she was inferior, the Turkish girl was tall and fit, and at one time, she thought that he did not desire her.

How could you not desire her? She must have wondered how many late nights he had secretly gotten up to take cold showers when the doctor had allowed them to sleep in the same bed.

At this moment, because of his intemperance last night, her face looked a little less ruddy than yesterday, Song Yuze was extremely annoyed, and he warned himself in his heart that he would never let such a thing happen again without the permission of the doctor in the future.

Hands moved down her face, sweat-soaked hair sticking to her neck.

Gently moving her head from his shoulder to the pillow, Song Yuze got up, as if he had repeated what he would do every time he woke up countless times, and lowered his head, his lips imprinted on her forehead.

"Good morning, Zhao Xiangnon!" The lips were imprinted on her forehead, and her heart whispered.

Zhao Xiangnong, these three words haunt the dream!

Song Yuze got up from the bed, he brought warm water, and the towel stained with warm water fell on her body, and when the towel reached her neck, she frowned, and after that, her eyebrows quickly stretched, and she rubbed her cheek against his palm, and her voice was joyful: Ah Tuo.

Ato?! Sometimes she calls him "Ato", and sometimes she calls her "An Tuohai". At the initial stage, "Ah Tuo" and "An Tuohai" once made him feel extremely irritable and bored in his heart, and that feeling was very subtle, like she was screaming about another person, and she was thinking about another person in her heart, because the character of An Tuohai was really existing, and later, Song Yuze did an extremely childish thing, he brought her to the real An Tuohai, he pointed at An Tuohai from afar, and asked her what she thought of that person, He asked her if she would love him if that person was also named An Tuohai.

That day, she laughed and fell into her arms because of his words, and in his arms she said to him, "I married you because you love you, and I don't marry you because your name is An Tuohai." ”

Her words made him laugh dumbly, although the words were simple, but they expressed the most simple and pure love in the world: I love you as a person, your surname, your age, your nationality, I don't care where you come from, this principle is just like Song Yuze loves Zhao Xiangnong, whether she is called Zhao Xiangnong or Mu Youen, he loves her.

From this day on, Song Yuze no longer worries about the "Atuo" and "An Tuohai" that appeared in her mouth.

"Ato?" She tentatively screamed again.

"Hmm." He replied, gently arranging the strands of hair that were clinging to her neck.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"Well, I'm not going to work today."

"That's good." The corners of her mouth began to rise, and she continued to find a comfortable position to fall asleep.

When he wiped her face, the mobile phone that was resting on the side rang, and Song Yuze was a little surprised when he saw the caller on the phone clearly, shouldn't An Tuohai be on the plane at this time? took the mobile phone to the balcony, and after closing the balcony door, Song Yuze picked up the phone.

Connected the phone, after a short silence on the phone, Song Yuze heard An Tuohai speak: "Mr. Song, Bai Yuan embroidery wants to see you." ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Yuze stood on the balcony and exhaled deeply, the wind blowing from the sea level blew the hem of his shirt and rattled.

Song Yuze turned back to look at the woman who was still sleeping in bed, the woman was his wife, and he made an appointment with her to live to the age of seventy-eight.

He and she want to grow old together!

In a daze, Mu Youen heard the sound of the balcony door being closed, and the familiar footsteps came to her bed, and the footsteps stopped in front of her bed for a long time.

In a daze, Mu Youen heard An Tuohai call her, "Youen, Mu Youen." ”

She lazily responded.

"I have something to go out for a while now, you wait for me here."

"Okay."

His lips touched her cheek: "I'll go back and steam rice for you in the evening." ”

Almost all, Antuohai's steamed rice is about to run into Mu Youen's dream, and it is steaming and fragrant, and it should be steamed on top of the rice......

Mu Youen subconsciously moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, and muttered: "There should be golden soybeans roasted on top of the steaming steamed rice, and then some caviar." ”

Mu Youen remembered that time, she was tortured in the hospital by all kinds of medicines to the point that she was inhuman, and then, one night, An Tuohai took her to a Chinese restaurant, in that Chinese restaurant, he made her steamed rice, steaming steamed rice with golden soybeans, An Tuohai sat under the lamp with a small spoonful of white rice with some soybeans, he coaxed her, "Mu Youen, do you believe it, a bite can make you forget the smell of those nasty potions." ”

I don't know if it's because An Tuohai's voice is too poignant, or because she misses the smell of fireworks released by the long-lost smell of rice, her tears fell down the first bite and fell on An Tuohai's fingertips.

From that day on, Mu Youen remembered that white rice with yellow soybeans belonged to it, and in Mu Youen's heart, white rice with soybeans was equal to An Tuohai.

"I'm leaving."

"Hmm."

In a daze, the door to the hotel room was shut

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