(a)

Zhou said that perhaps the profession of a tour guide is in line with his nature. He www.biquge.info fervently wanted to get rid of the past, travel to the ends of the earth, and learn about every place on the planet. So, when he first started this business, the asking price was very low. He just wants to have enough food and clothing, to pay for his daily living expenses, to be able to go to different parts of the world to play, and that's it.

That's not a high order. So, he got hired without a hitch. Especially since he is fluent in English and speaks French beautifully. The tourists he has brought with him have a high opinion of him.

He said that the first place he visited without a group at his own expense was Monaco. He didn't have any money at the time, so he chose the cheapest flights. Not only do these flights have bad departure times, but they also require transfers everywhere. He traveled 45 hours on various planes before finally arriving.

When he arrived, the hotel he had booked was already closed. He rang the doorbell for a long time before an old lady who was cleaning came out and opened the door for him.

The old lady complained that he was too late and found the key to the room for him.

He fumbled his way to his small room in the dim light.

When he finally collapsed into bed tired, he heard the waves of the Mediterranean. The moonlight shines through the glass and casts on his heart.

That night, he said, he began to fulfill his dream of traveling the world, but that night he also felt very lonely.

That night, he understood a truth, man is not like the moon in the sky, man cannot always fly around the earth without stopping, man is more like a plant, man always needs to land and live somewhere in the end, and needs to take root on this planet.

That night, he said, there was only one thing on his mind: starting a family.

(b)

We talked to the owner of the Byzantine house, and after saying goodbye, Zhou asked me if I would like to have an authentic French meal. I said, "Okay." Then we went to a very popular restaurant together.

I liked everything about the hotel. Delicious food, craving bread, ambiguous music, dim lighting, crowded seats and full of people, nice French pronunciations fill the surroundings, and people keep getting up to say hello and kiss each other on the cheek.

During the meal, Zhou told me about his romantic history.

He said don't look at me as a bad mix, but I have a good wife.

He pulled a picture of a woman from his pocket. Above I saw an Asian flight attendant.

Zhou said: "That's right, my wife is a flight attendant. I often take European tours, and I often fly on a certain route. My wife was working as a flight attendant on that route at the time. ”

"She passed by my seat again and again and asked me tenderly: Coffee or tea? Chicken or noodles? "She asked me again and again, and my heart softened."

So, at one point I started asking her name. She told me. The second time, I started asking for her phone number. She didn't tell me, but she smiled at me. ”

"Later, I finally asked her to dinner. We had a dinner of a lifetime like we are with you now, in a place that tastes great, is very popular, and has music and wine. We kept meeting on the plane, smiling at each other constantly, and then constantly eating with each other. We walked together in the streets of various European cities. ”

Then, one time, when we were walking down a shady road, she said: It's too expensive to go on like this. Weeks, don't you want to save a little? I said, "How can I save?" She said, "Give me a ring." You give me a ring, I'll give you a home. ”

Zhou said that when he heard this sentence and heard this "home", his tears almost flowed.

(c)

Since then, Zhou has not been alone.

No matter where he is in the world, he knows that there will be a woman waiting for him at home in Macau.

He showed me another picture. "This is our wedding photo," he said. ”

"I think it was the most handsome day of my life," he said. ”

In the photo, he is wearing a white suit and holding a bride in a wedding dress. His countenance was radiant, his happiness was overflowing, his brilliance, his expression was unforgettable.

I stared at the photo and I agreed. I said, "You were really handsome that day." It's handsome. ”

Zhou's wife is 11 years younger than him. It's like I'm 11 years younger than you.

Their ending is much happier.

It was while looking at Zhou's wedding photos that I realized that I didn't have a single photo of you when I was a teenager. We've been together for so long, and you haven't sent me a single picture. And I never thought to ask you for one as a souvenir.

Our dealings are very much spiritual. There are very few elements of carnal desire. Although I also looked forward to your kiss.

I don't really have anything about you. Except for those feelings in memory.

So, I can't show you to others like Zhou. You are always invisible to the world.

That day, Zhou didn't ask me to see your photos.

Later I asked him why he didn't.

Zhou said, "I know you don't. If you have one, you must show it to me. ”

(iv)

Originally, I just needed a tour guide to help me find the house in the album in Monaco on that trip, but because Zhou's friend was really nice, I repeatedly extended his employment with him.

After leaving Monaco, we went to nearby Nice, France. We saw an international sand sculpture competition on the beach in Nice. The beach is full of works by competitors from all over the world.

That was the first time I saw sand sculptures.

I stood among the skeletal skeletons of the dying lion and the mermaid, and my face became like the sand beneath my feet.

I felt dizzy, I felt nauseous and vomited. I couldn't say a word.

Zhou looked at my face. He took my arm away from these things and walked into the depths of the sand. He pulls me toward the blue Mediterranean, and he pulls me toward the suffering of Africa.

When the waves of the Mediterranean Sea soaked my sandals, Zhou said, "Cry." I know. ”

Then he opened his arms to me.

So, that day, I threw myself into Zhou's arms, on the beach in Nice, and cried silently for a long time. My tears wet the clothes on both shoulders of him.

If it weren't for Monaco, I wouldn't be so vulnerable.

The trip to Monaco successfully reminded me of the pain of bereavement.

I was on the beach in Nice and turned it into tears and poured out.

I've seen the white Byzantine buildings you mentioned, and I've seen the mistress of the house, but I still don't know what this house has to do with you.

It has since become an unsolved mystery. The answer to the mystery will not be revealed until I am no longer me, so that you can know the answer.