Turkey, the old city of Istanbul, where the April sun paves faintly on the old walls of flower gray.

In the quiet afternoon, the alleys of the old city echo the sound of hurried footsteps, and you will see the figures of two young men and women in the half-meter-wide alley along the footsteps, which are two Asian faces, a woman with clear eyebrows and a tall man, the woman walks in front and the man follows closely behind, once the woman's pace slows down, the man's pace slows down, the woman's pace accelerates, and the man's footsteps follow suit.

There are two possibilities for this to happen, one is that there may be a couple who are fighting, and the other is that a man who is traveling to Istanbul meets a girl who falls in love at first sight at the bazaar and wants to have a relationship. Meet.

People who carefully observe the pair of men and women will probably guess in their hearts that if there is no accident, it should be the second possibility, and the expression of the woman walking in front is panicked, and it is obvious that she and the man behind her have never known each other.

You know, the houses in this old town are about a century old, and no one wants to live here anymore, so if a man wants to do something, even if a woman tears her throat and screams, no one will hear it.

The half-meter-wide alley grew narrower and deeper as the irregular old houses grew narrower and deeper, and fine beads of sweat began to form on the woman's forehead.

At this moment, Mu Youen didn't dare to reach out to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead, her palms were also full of sweat, she couldn't let the men behind her see that she was a coward, even if her cowardice was really small.

She also couldn't let the man see the lie she had told him soon.

"I was born and raised here." Not long ago, Mu Youen, who was facing the man who was pestering him, said this, the reason why he said this is nothing more than to use the majesty of the landlord to warn the man that this is my territory, you don't mess around, and at the same time you can give yourself courage, she doesn't have much experience in dealing with strange men.

But at this time, Mu Youen had a vague premonition that things should not be so simple.

Clenched her fists and quickened her pace, Mu Youen knew that the best way to deal with it now was to have a third person appear in this alley, but today because it was a Monday and an afternoon break, it seemed that there was very little chance that a third person would appear, so she had to take the initiative to find a third person by herself, which made Mu Youen feel bad that the situation was getting worse and worse.

First of all, she is not familiar with this area at all, and secondly, the width of the alley is getting narrower and narrower, and the houses are getting older and older, and she looks ahead, ten meters away is a curve, and after turning that curve, there is another curve hundreds of meters away, and the street is getting narrower and narrower after turning that corner, and the end of the V-shaped alley makes Mu Youen desperate, will it be a blocked wall waiting for her? What's next?

An Tuohai, what to do?

Mu Youen, who is very timid, has a mantra, An Tuohai, what should I do? What should I do if it's Tuo when I'm coquettish? What if it's An Tuohai when he's really scared?

There were about a hundred steps left, and a hundred steps turned into fifty steps, and Mu Youen's legs were shaking, and she could almost see the black wall, and she could almost see the man blocking her against the wall and tearing off her skirt.

What was she going to do then? Then she must have done something she had always dreamed of, spit on the man's face, and she was going to say to him: Bastard, my man will cut off your head and hang your head on the wall.

Just like the old Norse tales, the knight returned home to see the epitaph of his fiancée, and on a moonlit night, the knight wielded his sword and cut off the head of the villain who had defiled his fiancée, and he hung the villain's head on the city gate to comfort his fiancée's spirit.

Ten steps, Mu Youen did not see the black wall.

Five steps, Mu Youen smiled.

The Mediterranean sun fills the round white square, which is filled with colorful spices, a spice market, small but enough for Mu Youen.

Stepping through the narrow arched door, Mu Youen stepped on the white bricks of the square, and chose to stop in front of a spice shop, the owner of which she had left hand over was a burly man with a burly build, and it should be more than enough to deal with the strange man behind her.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mu Youen turned back to face the man who had been following her and claiming that she looked like his lover.

The rules of accosting men: Opening the sentence in front of a girl who agrees with you and saying that you and one of my friends look alike will achieve good results.

"Sir, I think you'll stop here, and I'll call the police if you continue." Mu Youen said to the man, as she said these words, she put her hands behind her back, picked up the phone from her bag and pressed the power button, her phone has a positioning system, and as she turned on the phone, Senna would soon find her.

"Zhao Shannon." The man looked at her, muttering the name she had heard from the man at the antique fair not long ago.

Not again! Mu Youen strengthened his courage, cleared his voice, and said: "Sir, are you going to tell me such a story next, that woman who is said to look like me is Zhao Xiangnong is your lover, you love each other deeply, but one day she left you." ”

The rule of accosting a man: after a good result, it is best that the friend he is talking about is dead, which will evoke the innate pity of women.

The man's eyes were staring at her in a state of confusion.

Mu Youen continued: "The departure here is gone, she is dead......"

Mu Youen's next words were pinched in her throat, and the man's thumb and forefinger pressed the cartilage of her neck so that she couldn't say a word.

Mu Youen grabbed the man's hand, and at a very close distance, she saw that the man's face was distorted, and the pleasing facial features became hideous because of the distortion of the face, and what was even more frightening than the hideous face was his voice, like a trapped beast: she was not dead...

Fear made Mu Youen have to echo the man's hard nod.

The man let go of her, took a step back, and muttered: She's not dead, she's not dead......

Glancing at the owner of the spice shop, the one who didn't seem to have the slightest idea of righteousness and courage, Mu Youen could only admit that he was unlucky, and now she was not as confident as she was just now, taking advantage of the man's distraction and not caring about her opportunity Mu Youen wanted to sneak away, and as soon as his feet moved, he was scolded by the man fiercely: Stop!

After another glance at the spice shop, Mu Youen stopped helplessly.

"You said your name is not Zhao Xiangnon?"

Mu Youen nodded, she had explained to him many times in the antique market, she was not called Zhao Xiangnong.

Her name is Mu Youen, she lives in a small town more than 200 kilometers from Istanbul, the town is yeil in Turkish, the Chinese means green, vibrant, the town is located in the north-central region to grow melons and fruits, the town is as vibrant as its name suggests, she comes from an immigrant family, her father and mother left China to come to Turkey when she was eight years old.

At this moment, Mu Youen couldn't wait to recite his family's genealogy to this man.

The man nodded, making such a request to her.

"Can you read me a name?"

Mu Youen nodded in a hurry.

Slowly, the man read: "Kashiwahara embroidery".

In the sensitive sense of some women, Mu Youen felt as if the man was imitating another voice to pronounce the name, a little anxious and a little rushed.

"Kashiwahara embroidery." Mu Youen followed the man's obedient reading, and her voice was a little hoarse because her throat was tightly pinched by the man just now.

The man frowned.

As soon as she saw the man frowning, Mu Youen panicked, and from the expression on the man's face, she deduced that the man was obviously dissatisfied with her voice, and hurriedly cleared his voice to make his voice back to normal.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Youen slowly pronounced out the name.

"Kashiwahara embroidery."

The "Kashiwahara embroidery" that came out of her mouth again made the man's eyes stare at her deeply, and at that moment, Mu Youen felt that the man's heart was sad, his eyes gradually became dim, and there was a kind of precipitated sadness against the white mottled square.

He stared blankly at her.

Mu Youen didn't dare to move, praying in her heart that Senna would find her soon, and she promised that she would obediently listen to An Tuohai's words and not sneak out when she returned.

Turkey straddles the Eurasian continent, the special geographical location makes this country the most diverse country of people, plus the southwest is adjacent to Syria, Iraq, and Iran in the east, so An Tuohai is always afraid that she will disappear inexplicably, even if Mu Youen is twenty-eight years old, but in the eyes of An Tuohai, she is the little girl who has always been very timid, and always dare not raise her hand to answer the teacher's questions every time she goes to class.

In fact, this time it was really Mu Youen who sneaked out without telling An Tuohai.

In Istanbul's Spice Square, the woman standing in front of her has exactly the same appearance as her, with fair skin and clear eyebrows, and a sweet appearance at first glance.

Many people who have met Zhao Shannon describe her as a morning breeze in the field, a lovely matcha ice cream in the summer, at first, Kashiwahara thought so, until he put the engagement ring on her finger he still thinks so, that is the girl he thinks is the most suitable to stand with him for the rest of his life, with a fresh appearance, simple and simple, without any bad habits.

But later Kashiwahara Xiu learned that it was Zhao Xiangnong who could deceive people in the world, and she used her sweet smile to hide the long fangs in her mouth.

Finally, one day, in the midst of laughter and tears, she used her fangs to tear open the string of shackles that bound her to grow up.

The wanton recklessness that belongs to Zhao Xiangnon is so short that it makes people sigh, just like her life.

There is an epitaph in a park in Chicago, and the owner of the epitaph is called Zhao Shannon, whose life stopped at the beautiful age of twenty-five.

Everyone said she was dead, everyone had seen the obituary that was delivered by her father himself, and everyone believed that the twenty-five-year-old Zhao Xiangnong was forever sleeping at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

But in this all people do not include Kashiwahara embroidery.

"Sir, do you need me to read it again?" Mu Youen asked the man flatteringly.

The appearance in the man's eyes became more and more dim because of her words, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes as he looked at her face carefully.

"Original embroidery." The man spoke.

Uh, does this man mean to ask her to read along?

"You read an inch of acacia and an inch of gray!

The "original embroidery" that came out of the woman's mouth shattered the thoughts he had been missing day and night for three years into ashes, Zhao Xiangnong was not such a voice, and Zhao Xiangnong's name was never this kind of voice.

"Sir." The woman leaned her face closer to him, and her voice cautiously tentatively said, "Perhaps, do you need me to read it again?" Why don't you tell me how to pronounce it, and do you want to pronounce it with a tongue-curling sound? ”

The woman's words once again made Kashiwahara Xiu's heart sink into the deep sea, and the woman's serious expression looked at Kashiwahara Xiu's eyes as stupid as a pig, maybe ......

Even if she realized something in her heart, Ke Bai Yuanxiu still stared at the woman's face, Zhao Xiangnong has always been a good acting master, and she deceived many people.

After not responding for a long time, Mu Youen felt embarrassed and plucked up his courage: "That... I'm going to leave if I don't need it, sir, that ...... My friends must be looking for me everywhere right now. ”

, original embroidery. The man said.

"You read, original embroidery." Mu Youen followed the man closely.

She had just finished reading the man's irritable voice: "Zhao Xiangnong, when did you become so stupid?" It's not that you read the original embroidery, it's the original embroidery, and you don't need to bring it in. ”

Belch...... It is said that she is Mu Youen, she is not Zhao Xiangnong, and she is not smart, she belongs to the kind of person who is decent, and she is similar to passerby A.

Mu Youen hurriedly used an OK gesture to suppress the man's affection, she didn't want her throat to be choked again.

The man took a deep breath and looked at her, with a looming tenderness in his eyes, and read: "Original embroidery." ”

Presumably, in the time she didn't know, there must have been someone who gently called that name day after day, that pronunciation, and perhaps behind that pronunciation there was a faint sadness.

Otherwise, where does the sorrow in her heart come from at this moment?

"Original embroidery." She lowered her voice and read softly.

The inexplicable love that came out of her heart made Mu Youen hope that the name she pronounced out of her mouth would dispel the gloom in the man's eyes.

This is Istanbul, the blue of the Aegean Sea gives birth to the blue sky of Istanbul, and the blue sky of Istanbul does not tolerate lies and sorrows.

Mu Youen believes that standing in front of her, she doesn't know what her name is, where she comes from, where she will go, and the man who has the same skin color and speaks the same language with her must have a sad past.

In that sad past, there must have been a woman named Zhao Xiangnon, they loved each other, and then, one day, the man found that Zhao Xiangnong was gone, gone.

Zhao Xiangnon died.

A long wind blew from the V-shaped alley, and she couldn't help but shiver as she stood at the outlet.

ps: The author has something to say to read and important information to convey!

The inexplicable love that came out of her heart made Mu Youen hope that the name she pronounced out of her mouth would dispel the gloom in the man's eyes.

The author has something to say: anti-theft chapter, change it back at eight o'clock

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