The third year after Situ Nan's death was the day of my master's defense. I stood on the podium, explaining my thesis fluently in English, looking at the audience, and suddenly remembered that when I graduated from the bachelor's degree three years ago, he was wearing a black bachelor's hat like me, sitting in the audience, proudly giving me a thumbs up.

After obtaining my master's degree certificate, I overcome all difficulties and went to India despite everyone's opposition.

When I arrived in India, most parts of the country had just been hit by heavy rains that had been hit by several consecutive days. When I got off the plane, I carried my black suitcase and took the bus non-stop. Because of the heavy rain, the road was muddy and the driver drove carefully, for fear of encountering mudslides or collapsed sections.

After many twists and turns, I finally arrived at the destination and came to a small town near the Indian Ocean. It was sunny here, and the big trees that I couldn't name on the roadside were lush with branches and leaves.

I was shocked by the vitality here. Three years ago, I had seen countless scenes of the broken scene after the Indian Ocean tsunami that shocked the world in the news. Only broken walls and ruins were left. The earthquake magnitude caused by the tsunami was constantly updated, and it was finally concluded with a magnitude of 9.3.

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

I still remember when Situ Nan arrived in India, he couldn't get used to the food here. Apart from curry, there was only yogurt left. He wrote me a postcard and said, "Promise, I suddenly felt that the food you cooked was actually a delicacy on earth."

I was still angry at that time. He was thousands of miles away and didn't forget to laugh at me for being so poor in cooking. I put down the letter and found the recipe from the bookshelf. I swear to think that when Situ Nan returns, I must surprise him.

Then I scrambled in the kitchen for an afternoon, and finally couldn't help but get crazy when the boiled fish smelled like fish.

Forget it, I was frustrated and thought, if there was one person between the two of them good at cooking, anyway.

I am with Situ Nan and have been very destined to be together since I was a child. Although I did not continue to study together in the same kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and university, I was also in the same city. Situ Nan and I have been a deskmate for twelve years. I think the words "childhood girl" are not enough for us.

Unfortunately, our relationship was not good before. He was beautiful, and I always laughed at him as a peacock, but he responded unceremoniously that I was a man's wife. The two of them always faced each other, and the bond became deeper and deeper, which made the whole class mess. The teacher forced our seats to separate, but I insisted on moving the table back.

Even my dad couldn't help but say to me, "Chen Xunuo, why did you go and provoke the Situ boy for nothing? Just..."

"What do you follow?"

My dad didn't answer me. A long time later, I suddenly thought of this, just like a gangster who was entangled with beautiful girls.

This is already the matter after Situ Nan's death.

I wrote Situ Nan to mock my cooking skills and prepared to go to the temple to worship him on weekends. I knew best that he was the one who was afraid of being heavy. I could not do anything except beauties. I would still ask the Buddha to prevent his stomach from being eaten by chicken curry.

But before the weekend was over, I received bad news about Situ Nan's death. The sudden Indian Ocean tsunami, with Sumatra as the epicenter, the god of death opened his eyes and hundreds of thousands of people were killed. I naturally refused to believe that it was the first time Situ Nan and I parted. He went to India to inspect timber. He said that when he came back, he would marry me.

Everyone in the Situ family is full of words. Although Situ Nan is careless all day long, he has never broken his promise to me.

So he will definitely come back. Even if he is covered in dust, seriously injured, disabled and paralyzed, I don’t care.

Gradually, even the news no longer reports on this matter, people's eyes are attracted by new things, relatives or other people are already singing.

I went to Situ Nan's funeral. In the black and white photo frames, he smiled faintly at the camera.

At that moment, I cried so hard that my heart was broken, and my internal organs seemed to be dug out by someone.

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

In this world, no one grabbed my hair and frowned and said, "It's only me who shoulders the heavy responsibility and saves the world, and he will reluctantly accept you."

(two)

I checked into this inn at night. The little girl in charge of the grade yawned and pointed to the room at the end of the corridor, and fell asleep again. The inn was not big, but it was very neatly decorated and the room was very clean.

Lying in bed, I truly realized that I had left China and came to a completely unfamiliar country with my own language, culture and beliefs.

The twenty-three-year-old Situ Nan was buried here forever.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamed that when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, he was waiting for me downstairs in my house with a black baseball cap. I overslept and ran downstairs before I could even comb my hair.

He waved his fist at me and looked stern: "I'll beat you up next time!"

I took his hat with a smile, put it on my head, and stuck out my tongue at him: "Come on, you can't beat me."

He was hit by me, glared at me fiercely, got on his bike, and warned me: "Don't be late next time! If you are late, I won't wait for you!"

"I know, I know." I smiled and sat in his back seat, deliberately reaching out and holding his waist.

"Who asked you to hug me!" Sure enough, his irritable voice sounded again, "Give your claws! Let me go!"

He could still hear his roar far along the way, "Chen Xunuo! Have you heard it?"

The flowers on the trees fell all over the ground, and the sky was blue in April, probably cherry blossoms.

This was the first time I dreamed of Situ Nan after he passed away. I woke up from my dream. It turned out to be more than ten years ago.

The next day, I got up before dawn and rented a bicycle to surround the island. The post-disaster reconstruction work was done well. If people who don’t know would think that this place has always been a peaceful town. The sunshine in India was too strong, so I endured the heat and wore long clothes and trousers. My skin was not white at all, and it was even more terrible to stand with Situ Nan, like a pair of black and white evil spirits.

I don’t know if it was because I remembered Situ Nan or if I really couldn’t resist such a vicious sunshine, I suddenly relaxed my hands and fell off the bicycle.

When I woke up, I lay in my guest room. The little girl in charge of the registration breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly spoke a lot of Indian language. 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 I thought that one year I had a fever late at night, and Situ Nan took me to the hospital for an IVF. We sat on a bench outside the infirmary and listened to music with headphones. It was winter at that time, and the hospital was turned on the air conditioner, which was not warm. I took off the scarf around my neck and tied it around my neck one by one.

There was still Situ Nan's warmth remaining on it, warming to the bottom of his heart.

The nurse sister beside me looked at it and asked me with a smile: "The little girl is so happy, my boyfriend is so kind to you."

I nodded embarrassedly and rubbed my nose.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hurrying footsteps, and someone walked from the end of the corridor in English. His footsteps were very light and neat, but inexplicably made me feel very familiar.

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

I heard someone say, “Are you awake?”

I was stunned for that moment.

It’s not because he speaks Chinese, but because his voice is a bit hoarse, but it looks very much like Situ Nan!

I jumped out of the bed and saw someone standing at the door. The moment we looked at each other, my body suddenly trembled. I took two steps forward and saw his face clearly, the face of the oriental man, his facial features were upright, and there was a scar on his eyebrows.

He was very far from Situ Nan's face, but his figure was extremely similar, but Situ was a little thinner than him. Or because I was missing Situ Nan, he suddenly broke in, and I had a moment when I saw his eyes and mistakenly thought it was Situ Nan.

I asked blankly: "Are you Chinese?"

He nodded: "You've had heatstroke on the road. I'm the owner of this inn."

I ignored what he was saying, and I asked urgently: "Do you have a Chinese name?"

"Yes," he said, his voice clear, "I am Ouyang Jing."

I was so disappointed that I lowered my eyes and said, "Sorry, I've caused you trouble."

He shook his head: "The sunlight here is too strong, and there are often heatstrokes. You can ask Amanda to take you to buy a hat."

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

Her hands were placed on Ouyang Jing's shoulders, which was enough to show their intimacy. She should be Indian, with her skin a little darker than wheat, but her facial features were 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.

"What a coincidence," I smiled, "My English name is also Amanda, but it was all about taking English classes in high school, and I never used it again in college."

"Is that true? It's really fate."

After chatting for a few more words, I realized that Amanda was going to go to the hospital for examination today. She was two months pregnant. In order to take me back to the inn, she delayed her trip.

“I’m so sorry.”

She smiled and shook her head: "It doesn't matter. If it happens tomorrow, I can let Ouyang go with me."

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

When he smiled like this, I was stunned again.

He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but when he smiled, he looked very similar to Situ. I forgot to say "Congratulations."

He didn't notice something wrong with me, and smiled and said to me: "We will hold a wedding at the end of this month. If Miss Chen was still in India at that time, she could come and attend."

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

Actually, I have fantasized many times that it would be great if Situ and I had a child. If so, maybe I wouldn't be in such pain.

When Situ Nan and I talked about the future, we also mentioned that Situ Nan insisted on his daughter. I asked him why, and he said, "Have you heard anyone tell me? My son is like a mother. If he gave birth to a son, he will be as stupid as you, and he will not even marry a wife."

I was so angry that my teeth were itchy, so I hit him with a pillow. He smiled and said, "No slap in the face."

After Situ Nan's accident, I didn't eat or drink for a while, and had no appetite, and rely on injecting glucose to maintain my life every day. I think he was going crazy, when he was walking, drinking water, listening to music... No matter what I was doing, I could think of him in my mind.

My parents were worried about me, and after I gradually responded, they always hoped that I could get out of this shadow.

When I was in high school, I had not been with Situ Nan at that time. I had received a love letter from a boy. He was a senior in the senior grade. Not only did the other party write a love letter to me, but he was always in a state of distraction and came to block me at the door of the classroom. Once, Young Master Situ came to school early and happened to run into the senior whistle at me in the classroom. Situ Nan kicked the door of the classroom with a corner, which scared me.

He threw his schoolbag to the ground with a blank expression and said to the senior: "Get out."

That was the first time I saw Situ Nan fight with people seriously. Only then did I realize that in the past, I bullied Situ Nan and laughed at him for peacocks, but he was actually asking me to do so.

I asked him, "Why don't you fight back if I messed with you? Aren't you treating me like a girl?"

"Hmph," he glanced at me and said, "I don't bother to pay attention to you."

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

Situ Nan glared at me fiercely, but he didn't say the answer I wanted, "Because he is ugly, it's in my eyes."

I bent my eyes and smiled, "Situ Nan, if you like me, I will say it clearly."
To be continued...