I later learned that Amanda was a guide in the local area. She told me that in the past few years, there have been more and more Chinese people in India, especially backpackers, so she changed her career and opened an inn with Ouyang Jing.

I suddenly thought that when Situ Nan came here, he also found a guide. He complained to me on the phone that the other party's Indian English was too crooked and it was very difficult to communicate.

I lowered my eyes to look at her, "Do you remember the Indian Ocean tsunami three years ago?"

Amanda's face indeed showed a sad and painful expression. I realized that she had lost her parents in that disaster.

"Sorry" I felt guilty, "I'm just...sorry, my...an old friend, who was killed here, there are very few Chinese people here, so..."

"It doesn't matter," she shook her head, "it will all pass."

After Amanda and Ouyang Jing left, I returned to the room in a daze and couldn't help but take out the postcard that Situ Nan wrote to me back then. After he was killed, I wanted to burn them in the iron box where they were several times, but gave up several times.

I opened the iron box and looked through it one by one. I was stunned. Behind a postcard, he wrote a lot of words, and then added, "My local guide is called Amanda, just like your English name, I think it is also a fate between us. If you walk thousands of miles away, you will think of you."

I covered my mouth, snatched the door, stopped a taxi, and went straight to the hospital without caring about the other party's high price. When I arrived at the hospital, I realized that I didn't know where to go to find Amanda. I finally found out that the location of the obstetrics and gynecology department. There were not many patients on that day. I ran to the obstetrics and gynecology department panting and saw Amanda sitting in the corridor.

Before she could come, I interrupted her: "Three years ago, when the tsunami came, did you take tourists from China? His name is Situ Nan."

She looked at me in confusion and shook her head.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, Amanda, this name is so ordinary, maybe there are many in this building now.

I walked down the stairs in a daze and happened to meet Ouyang Jing who had paid the fee.

He was wearing a green floral shirt, just in front of me. My heart suffocated and began to pound incredibly again. I was probably crazy. I asked him: "Do you know Situ Nan? Situ Nan."

He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

I held the last glimmer of hope: "Then, how long have you been here?"

He smiled: "It's been more than seven or eight years."

Seven or eight years ago, I was a little dazed. At that time, Situ Nan and I were sitting in the same classroom to do test papers. He never bothered to write ancient poems and fill in the blanks. I never did the last math problem correctly. I used my hand as a fan and said complainingly: "It's so hot, the fan is broken again."

He glanced at me and handed me the frozen drink on his table, but he didn't forget to say anything bad: "The fat man is afraid of heat."

"Where am I fat!"

He didn't answer, and looked at my belly with a smile. He wore less clothes in summer, and as soon as he sat down, his belly would slightly bulge.

I glared at him: "Girls do this."

He shrugged, with an expression that I didn't believe you. I was so angry that I kept poking him with a pen.

I came to my senses and said to Ouyang Jing in front of me: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

"It doesn't matter," he said, "it'll always be found."

I wanted to speak but stopped.

The next day, I didn't give up and went to find Amanda again. She and Ouyang Jing set up the inn courtyard together.

Her pupils are very beautiful, maroon-colored, round and big, like crystal glass beads. She can speak a little Chinese and even recite a poem: "The brocade zither is fifty strings, one string and one pillar are thinking about the years of beauty. Zhuangzi dreams of the morning and the butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart is entrusted with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field warms the jade produces smoke. This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time."

I admire it very much, but I was puzzled: "Why is this song?"

She turned around to look at Ouyang Jing, and the man smiled at her. Their relationship made people feel peaceful and happy when they saw it.

She said: "Because he likes it very much."

I looked at Ouyang Jing, and he smiled, but he didn't explain why he liked this song.

I looked at the tall man in front of me with a complicated expression. The sunlight fell on his face, and his smile stopped on his face, which made me think of Situ Nan again.

Situ Nan has always been more powerful in science and has rarely been able to enter three digits in Chinese. The only poem that can be memorized is exactly this poem "Jinse". The reason is the same as Amanda, because I like it.

A teenage girl has never really tasted the pain of love. She has memorized many love poems and thought she would understand love better.

There are many mosquitoes in summer. Just standing and chatting for a while, I was bitten by my body. Ouyang Jing asked me with a smile: "Why are you going to bite Miss Chen? Are you type A blood?"

I nodded in my fate and asked casually: "What about you?"

"I have type O blood, and Amanda has type AB."

I looked at his face that was obviously completely different from Situ Nan, and I couldn't move my eyes away for a long time. I suddenly thought that Situ Nan was also O-type.

My aftertaste of my eyes saw Amanda accidentally, and I found that she was smiling very reluctantly.

I was puzzled in my heart. The next day, I asked the registered sister about the travel agency where Amanda had worked. I told them that I was looking for my lover who was separated in the tsunami three years ago. They told me that I was sorry that a lot of the information from the travel agency was lost in that disaster.

I took out a photo of Situ Nan and I from my bag. Because I have seen it repeatedly and repeatedly, I have been wet with tears countless times, so it has become old and fragile.

That was the photo we took on the snowy side of the Broken Bridge on the West Lake when we were 20 years old. I leaned on Situ Nan's shoulder and smiled with my eyes curled. Now five years have passed, and my youth has ended, but he is still so young and handsome.

I asked the travel agency: "Have you seen this person in the photo?"

They shook their heads at me, but there was another premonition in my heart that they must have seen Situ Nan.

(Four)

Because I have other purposes in my heart, I often go to Amanda to chat, and inevitably meet Ouyang Jing.

They communicated in English and spoke very quickly, and I could only understand half of it.

Once they made dinner and invited me to have it together. Ouyang Jing put the dishes Amanda didn't like into his own bowl and carefully peeled an apple for her.

I blurted out: "I really envy you."

I was sick before, and Situ Nan had taken care of me. However, his skills in caring for people were too poor. Not until the apples were cut to the end, they ate them all in a few bites. In order to play the opposite tune with me, he specially picked vegetables I hated for me, and robbed my remote control if I didn't eat them. I was so angry that I felt so angry that I got up and kissed his lips.

I could only cover my mouth, tears were falling like rain. I stretched out my hand and grabbed the corner of the clothes of the man named Ouyang Jing in front of me. There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and the next second, I fainted.

The night before leaving the inn, I saw Amanda in the inn courtyard. She was sitting on the rope and flipping through the photos. When she saw me coming, she waved at me with a smile: "Ms. Chen, come here."

It was full of photos of her and Ouyang Jing. They seemed to have been to many places together, hugging and smiling in front of the camera.

I looked at the man in the photo, and I looked at his smile. This was something I had longed for as crazy as I had.

I raised my head in a daze and said to Amanda: "I also had a fiancé. We have known each other for nearly twenty years, grew up together, and experienced many things together. He came here to work, and when he set off, he told me that we would get married when he came back."

Amanda looked at me with a complicated look.

But I ignored her and said to myself: "We even agreed on the days after the wedding. He cooked and I washed the dishes. We wanted to raise a big dog named Nuonuo. The bedroom should be painted in the light blue color I like, and the bed sheets should be patterned in the starry sky..."

I kept chatting.

She suddenly started screaming.

I looked her in the eyes and said softly: "In this world, besides appearance, there are many ways to determine a person's identity. I don't want to argue with you whether there is really Ouyang Jing in the world. I just want to ask you to give me an explanation."

She looked at me in shock, trembling all over, and stuttered in English: "I love him, I love him at first sight... That tsunami was so terrifying that it ruthlessly took away everything from me, I...I just want to find a reason to live."

The reason to survive, I looked at her beautiful face.

"Did you ever think that in a distant place," I said to my heart, and blood seemed to seep out of my heart. "Someone lost the reason to live because of losing him?"

She bit her lip and didn't speak.

I was so excited that I stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder hard, hysterically: "Why!"

The next second, someone suddenly hit me in the hand, Ouyang Jing's tall body inserted into us, he protected Amanda behind him and looked at me angrily: "Miss Chen! What are you doing?"

I took two steps back.

I looked at this man. He used to be the one who loved me the most in the world. He once bent down and carried me on my back, stepped on the road filled with water. I lay on his back, feeling that happiness was just so.

He is still alive, he is not dead. However, such a person, the one who loves me like this, looks at me with an angry and strange look, protecting his fiancée behind him. How can he love someone? As long as he is safe and happy, is it enough to live a happy life?

I covered my mouth and tried not to cry. I kept shaking my head, step by step, and then snatched the door out.

(six)
Chapter completed!