On the day of his death in the third year after Situ Nan's death, which happened to be the day of my master's defense, I stood on the podium, fluently explained my thesis in English, looked at the audience, and suddenly remembered that when I graduated from my bachelor's degree three years ago, he was wearing a black bachelor's hat like me, sitting under the stage, and proudly giving me a thumbs up.

After I got my master's certificate, I went to India against all odds and despite everyone's opposition.

When I arrived in India, much of the country had just been hit by days of torrential rains. After getting off the plane, I carried a black suitcase and transferred to the bus non-stop, because of the heavy rain, the road was muddy, and the driver drove cautiously, for fear of encountering mudslides or collapsed road sections.

After many rounds of travel, I finally arrived at my destination, a small town near the Indian Ocean. The sun was shining here, and the trees on the side of the road that I couldn't name were flourishing.

I was blown away by the vibrancy of this place. Three years ago, I saw countless times in the news the devastation of the Indian Ocean tsunami that shocked the world, leaving only the ruins of the ruins and the seismic scale caused by the tsunami constantly updated to a magnitude of 9.3.

At that time, I really understood that when nature is angry, the world is hell.

I still remember that when Situ Nan first arrived in India, he was not used to eating the food here, except for curry, only yogurt, and he wrote me a postcard and said, "Promise, I suddenly felt that the food you cook is also a delicacy in the world."

I was still annoyed that he was thousands of miles away and didn't forget to laugh at my poor cooking skills. I put down the letter, found the recipe from the shelf, and swore that I would surprise Situ Nan when he returned.

Then I spent the afternoon in the kitchen and finally couldn't help but go crazy at the smell of fishy boiled fish.

Forget it, I thought in frustration, cooking is such a trivial thing, anyway, it would be nice to have one person between two people who is good at it.

I have been very close to Situ since I was a child. I went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school, and although I didn't continue to study together, I went to the same city. Situ Nan and I have been at the same table for 12 years, and I feel that words like "childhood sweethearts" are a bit insufficient for us.

It's a pity that we didn't have a good relationship before. He was born beautifully, and I always laughed at him for being a peacock, and he unceremoniously replied that I was a man's wife. The two of them were always facing each other, and the beams were getting deeper and deeper, causing the whole class to jump, and the teacher forcibly separated our seats, but I had to move the table back.

Even my dad couldn't help but say to me, "Chen Xunuo, why are you going to provoke the Situ family's kid when you're fine?" Just like ......"

"Just with what?"

My dad didn't answer me, and after a long time, I suddenly thought about it, just like the little gangster who was pestering a pretty girl.

This was already after Situ Nan's death.

I folded the letter written by Situ Nan to ridicule my cooking skills, and prepared to go to the temple on the weekend to worship the Buddha for him. He is the person, I know best, the eldest young master who is afraid of the heavy, he can't do anything except be as beautiful as a flower, I still go to beg the Buddha to let him not be eaten by chicken curry.

But before the weekend, I received the bad news that Situ had been killed. The sudden Indian Ocean tsunami, with the island of Sumatra as the epicenter, opened the eyes of death and killed hundreds of thousands of people. Naturally, I didn't want to believe it, but that was the first time that Situ Nan and I had been separated, and he had gone to India to inspect timber, and he had said that he would marry me when he came back.

The people of the Situ family are all in the same word, although Situ Nan hangs his son all day long, but he has never broken his word to me.

So he's going to come back, and I don't care if he's disgraced, seriously injured, disabled, and paralyzed.

Gradually, even the news stopped reporting on the matter, and people's eyes were attracted by new things, relatives or sorrows, and others have also sung.

I went to Situ Nan's funeral, and in a black-and-white frame, he smiled faintly at the camera.

At that moment, I cried bitterly until my heart was broken, and my internal organs seemed to have been dug out alive.

At that moment, I finally admitted in despair that Situ was dying.

In this world, no one pulls my hair, frowns and says, "I am the only one, shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the world, and I reluctantly accept you."

(b)

I stayed at this inn at night, and the little girl in charge of the rank yawned, pointed to the room at the end of the corridor, and fell into a deep sleep. The inn is not big, but it is very neatly furnished and the rooms are very clean.

As I lay in bed, I truly realized that I had left China and come to a completely foreign country with its own language, culture and beliefs.

Twenty-three-year-old Situ Nan is buried here.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamed that when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, he was waiting for me downstairs in a black baseball cap, and I overslept and hurried downstairs without having time to comb my hair.

He waved his fist at me and made a fierce look: "Next time you're late, I'll beat you!"

I grinned and took his hat away, snapped it on my head, and stuck my tongue out at him: "Come on, you can't beat me."

I was right, he glared at me viciously, got on the bike, and warned me, "Don't be late next time!" I won't wait for you if you're late! ”

"Got it, got it." I smiled and sat in his back seat, deliberately reaching out to hug his waist.

"Who told you to hug me!" Sure enough, his irascible voice rang out again, "Bring your claws!" Let me go! ”

Along the way, you can still hear his roar: "Chen promises!" Did you hear that? ”

The flowers on the trees fell to the ground, and the April sky was blue, about cherry blossoms.

This was the first time I dreamed of him since Situ Nan's death. I woke up from a dream crying more than ten years ago.

The next day, I got up before dawn and rented a bicycle to go around the island, and the reconstruction work was so good that if you don't know it, you would think that it was just a peaceful town. The Indian sun was so strong that I endured the heat and wore long clothes and trousers. My skin is not white in the first place, and standing with Situ Nan is even more miserable, like black and white.

I don't know if it was because I remembered Situ Nan or if I really couldn't resist such a scorching sun, I suddenly let go of my hands and fell off the bike.

When I woke up, lying in my guest room, the little sister in charge of registration breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered a large number of Indian words that I couldn't understand at all, and looked at her in confusion.

She sighed and ran out of the room.

I sat up from the bed and suddenly remembered that one year I had a fever late at night, and Situ Nan took me to the hospital for an intravenous drip. We sat on a bench outside the infirmary, listening to music with headphones on. It was winter, and the air conditioner was on in the hospital, which was not warm, so I took off the scarf around my neck and tied it around my neck.

There is still a residual temperature of Situ Nan on it, which warms my heart.

The nurse sister on the side saw it and asked me with a smile: "The little girl is so happy, her boyfriend is so good to you."

I nodded sheepishly and rubbed my nose.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps, someone coming from the end of the hallway in English. His footsteps were soft and neat, but inexplicably familiar to me.

I sat in the dark, and he came from the light.

I heard someone say, "Are you awake?"

I froze for a moment.

It's not because he speaks Chinese, but his voice is a little hoarse, but it's like Situ Nan!

I jerked out of bed and saw someone standing in the doorway. The moment we looked at each other, my body suddenly shuddered. I took two steps forward and saw his face clearly, the face of an Oriental, with straight features and a small scar on his brow.

He and Situ Nan's faces are far apart, but their figures are extremely similar, except that Situ is a little thinner than him. Or maybe it was because I was thinking about Situ Nan and he suddenly broke in, so I saw his eyes for a moment and mistook it for Situ Nan.

I asked blankly, "Are you Chinese?"

He nodded: "You suffered from heat stroke on the road, and I am the owner of this inn."

I didn't pay any attention to what he was saying, and I asked urgently, "Do you have a Chinese name?"

"Yes," he said, his voice clear, "I'm Ouyang Jing." ”

I lowered my eyes in disappointment, and I said, "I'm sorry for the trouble."

He shook his head: "The sunlight here is too strong, and people often suffer from heat stroke. You can ask Amanda to take you to buy a hat. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman leaned behind him and asked me with concern, "Are you okay?"

Her hand on Ouyang Jing's shoulder was enough to show the intimacy of the two. She is supposed to be Indian, her skin is a little darker than wheat, but her facial features are very beautiful.

I nodded, "Hello, did you bring me back?"

"Amanda," Ouyang Jing introduced me with a smile, "my fiancée." ”

"Your name is Amanda?" I asked.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Coincidentally," I smiled, "my English name is also Amanda, but it was all from high school when I was in English class, and I didn't use it again in college." ”

"Really? It's really fateful. ”

After a few more conversations, I realized that Amanda was going to go to the hospital for a check-up today, she was already two months pregnant, and she delayed her trip in order to take me back to the inn.

"I'm so sorry."

She smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, if it's just tomorrow, I can let Ouyang accompany me."

Ouyang Jing, who was really helping me translate, suddenly brightened his eyes when he heard this, he was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help laughing, "Well, I'll accompany you tomorrow." ”

He smiled, but I was stunned.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but when he laughs, he looks very similar to Situ. I forgot for a moment to say, "Congratulations." ”

He didn't notice anything wrong with me, and said to me with a smile: "We will have a wedding at the end of this month, and if Miss Chen is still in India at that time, you can come and attend."

After Ouyang Jing and Amanda left, I lay on the bed, feeling a little confused in my thoughts.

In fact, I have fantasized many times that it would be nice if Situ and I had a child, and if that were the case, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable.

In the past, when I talked about the future with Situ Nan, I also mentioned that Situ Nan insisted on having a daughter, and I asked him why, and he said, "Haven't you heard anyone tell me?" A son is like a mother, if he is born a son, he is as stupid as you, and he can't even marry a wife. ”

I was so angry that I hit him with a pillow. He grinned and said, "Don't slap your face."

After Situ Nan's accident, I didn't eat or drink for a while, I lost my appetite at all, and I relied on glucose injections every day to sustain my life. I think he's going crazy with his thoughts, when he's walking, when he's drinking, when he's listening to songs...... No matter what I'm doing, I think of him in my head.

My parents were worried about me, and after I gradually recovered, they kept hoping that I would be able to come out of this shadow.

When I was in high school, I hadn't been with Situ Nan at that time, I received love letters from boys, and I was a senior senior. Not only did the other party write me love letters, but he was always haunted and came to block me at the door of the classroom. Once, Young Master Situ rarely came to school early, and happened to bump into the senior whistling at me in the classroom, and Situ Nan kicked the corner on the classroom door, startling me.

He threw his schoolbag to the ground with an expressionless face and said to the senior, "Get out."

That was the first time I had ever seen Situ Nan fight with people in real life. Only then did I know that in the past, I bullied Situ Nan and laughed at him for being peacocks, but in fact, he was letting me.

I asked him, "Why don't you fight back if I mess with you?" Don't you treat me like a girl? ”

"Hmph," he said, glancing at me, and then said, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." ”

I asked him again, "You don't bother to pay attention to me, why are you beating him?"

Situ Nan glared at me viciously, but didn't say the answer I wanted, "Because he looks ugly, it's in the way of my eyes." ”

I bent my eyes and smiled, "Situ Nan, if you like me, I'll say it." ”

He was annoyed and angry, blushing from his face to his neck: "Who, who likes you!"

Later, when we were together, he was a villain, with Erlang's legs crossed, his eyes were about to look to the sky, and he said like an uncle: "Promise, you can think about it, you follow the master and me, and you can only be good with me alone in this life."

I've been with him for so long that he's been a part of my life.

I promised him, so there is no way to accept anyone else.

………

(c)

The next day, I met Ouyang Jing again while I was having breakfast at the inn, and he told me his Indian name, which was so long that I couldn't remember it at all. I saw him speaking Chinese with him, and I liked his name very much, the compound surname Ouyang, which was the first time I encountered the compound surname except for Situ.

Amanda was sleeping in, and he waited here for her to wake up and take her to the hospital for a check-up.

After a while, Amanda also got up and saw me and told me not to run around today, especially in the sunny afternoon. Then she told me about many of the famous local attractions so that I could go back in the evening.

"You're so professional,"