"What about you?" Ye Fei couldn't help asking, "I hope I can see you next time I come."
"I may not be as good as you think, Faey." Chloe said calmly. "You think I'm brave and firm, don't you? But maybe I'm a selfish person."
"In my eyes, you are very optimistic and positive."
"But you know what? When I met Scar, he was already married."
Ye Fei was surprised.
"His wife got cancer and died later, and she left behind a son. Scar’s father-in-law’s family is regarded as a large local family, and he refused to give him his son to raise him. Even if Scar’s mother was seriously ill, he would not let his grandson go back. Look at grandma." Chloe paused, "They think that his wife will die because of our business... Although we only really got together later, this kind of thing is unclear. Especially me, On the third day I saw him, I liked this man. Up to now, I still remember the mood at that time: whether he is married or not, I want to be with him."
"This... Once you have feelings, it's hard to control yourself." Ye Fei finished speaking, and didn't know what to say.
"His father-in-law's family has made concessions and agreed to return his son to Scar. There is only one request, I hope that the child will still grow up in a pure Muslim family and have a local mother. Even if I choose to convert, I am a foreigner."
Ye Fei's heart tightened: "Then you, what are your plans?"
"Until the end, I won't leave. But if I leave, maybe I won't come back." Chloe smiled lightly, a little relieved in helplessness, "This story was once in my life. China has existed before, and there is nothing to regret."
When bidding farewell, Ye Fei hugged everyone one by one, and Bo Mai reluctantly pulled at the corners of her and Chen Jiajun's clothes. Sitting in the car, looking at the people waving constantly in the rear mirror, she leaned out the car window, waved her arms vigorously, and shouted: "Take care, we'll see you next year!"
Compared with the relaxed and uplifted mood when I left for the first time, this parting is more heavy. Fortunately, there is him, by her side. Travel thousands of kilometers along the way, accompany her to the next part of the journey. Ye Fei looked at Chen Jiajun with unspeakable stability, and met the right person at the right time. The various twists and turns experienced by the two people before, speaking of it, are also part of fate. One step early or one step late, their lives are different, and it may not be possible to be together.
Chen Jiajun noticed Ye Fei's glued eyes, smiled knowingly, and reached out and rubbed her hair.
The trees on both sides of the highway are lush, occasionally passing by a few red cloud-like phoenix trees, neat rubber forests, and straight palm trees. The green hills in the distance are hidden in the clouds. Chen Jiajun drove fast and steadily. He stopped at the gas station to take a rest and bought Ye Fei a lot of snacks, such as dried mangoes, potato chips and chocolate, packed in plastic bags, and ate them on the road.
"If you are sleepy, you can lower the seat and sleep for a while. It will take a few hours to drive to the border." He said.
Ye Fei adjusted the seat and turned into a semi-lying position. He realized that his side face could not be seen clearly, so he adjusted it back again: "No, I am a responsible co-pilot. I have to talk to the driver at all times and make sure you are not tired."
"You keep twittering, and it's hard to get sleepy."
"Do you think I talk too much?"
"No, you always have so many interesting things to talk about. I just listen to it and relax." He laughed and snorted, "If I don't take you, I have to listen to the radio, and the people inside are too Keep talking."
She reached out and strangled his neck: "You said I was a radio station?"
"Hey, don't hinder the driver from driving." Chen Jiajun smiled, "If you were on the radio, it would be fine."
"Ok?"
"It can be closed at any time."
Ye Fei's hand came again.
He coughed twice: "If you want to hear it, you can always have it."
Ye Fei's heart warmed, and he shook his head triumphantly, pursing his lips and grinning: "It's pretty much the same."
The mood that had just been depressed, was a little bit cheered up. People didn't feel sleepy either, they opened the packet of potato chips, squeaked and ate them, sucking their fingers while eating.
"You drove very well," Ye Fei commented, "but you can guess if you drive a motorcycle and a boat."
"Always like it." He said, "Have you seen Top Gear?"
"Ok?"
"BBC's car show." Chen Jiajun smiled, "When I was young, I wanted to be a test driver for them, so I could drive all kinds of cars."
"What about now? Do you still think about it?"
"Yes. But I can only play video games." He patted the steering wheel, "Want to drag a car?"
Ye Fei shook her head like a rattle: "No. Don't endanger the traffic safety of yourself and the public." She unscrewed the mineral water and handed it to Chen Jiajun. When he finished drinking it, he took it and covered it, and then asked, "Are you going to eat potato chips? "
"No..." He thought for a while, "eat it."
"Eat or not?"
"Wipe your hands, trouble."
"I'll feed you." Ye Fei took a slice and held it to his mouth. Chen Jiajun smiled, took the potato chips with his mouth open, and sucked her fingers again. Fingertips were held by his lips, and when they touched his teeth and the tip of his tongue, Ye Fei's heart jumped wildly.
"Drive seriously, eat potato chips seriously!"
He laughed louder.
The two went all the way south and arrived at a small town on the border in the evening and lived here that day. On the second day, I set off for Kuala Lumpur, and it took a whole day to stop and go. The border area is already an area where Muslims live, and the long prayers of the mosque can be heard in the twilight. There are also Buddhist temples on the roadside, with golden roofs and red tiles, shining brightly in the sunset.
"There is only one decent hotel here." Chen Jiajun said, "Cross two more intersections."
Ye Fei probed, there were also a few signs on the small streets on both sides of the road, with the words like a backpacker inn, like a two-story arcade on the southeast coast of China, with an open terrace.
"I want to live in this kind of store." She said, "The hotels are the same everywhere, they have no special features."
Chen Jiajun turned into the alley and slowed down. The two looked at the family on the corner of the street. The terrace was facing west, facing a small square. In the evening, swallows flew by in groups, chirping and whispering, their voices were pleasing to the ear.
After the car was parked, the two of them went to the front desk to register. The English of each other was not very agile. Muslims at the border generally spoke Malay. Chen Jiajun didn't speak English at all, and changed to Indonesian to communicate with each other.
Ye Fei exclaimed: "Do you too?"
"Indonesian and Malay are much the same." He explained, "It's just that the accent in the dialect here is very heavy. He has to speak slower and simpler so that I can understand it."
The man said something.
Chen Jiajun paused.
Ye Fei thought he hadn't heard clearly, and asked, "What are you talking about?"
He glanced at Ye Fei: "He asked, how many rooms do you want."
The man smiled, changed to English, and asked again: "One room or two?"
Ye Fei blushed, feeling awkward, and blurted out: "Two rooms, please,"
As soon as the words are spoken, it is hard to get over the water.
Chen Jiajun took out his luggage from the car and helped Ye Fei get it to the second floor room. When we reached the end of the corridor, the doors of the two rooms were lined up on the left and right. The layout of the room is symmetrical, with two terraces connected together, separated by a partition in the middle, the lower half is a closed cement wall, and the upper half is a few slender Roman columns side by side.
Ye Fei stayed in the car all the way, and now he took a shower and felt much more refreshed. She was going to eat out in a while. She knew that the area was a Muslim community, so she packed her denim shorts and changed into a long skirt. The hair was not dry yet, she stood on the balcony and combed it slowly.
Leaving the island with an empty field of vision, you can't see the moment when the setting sun sinks into the horizon, but the sky is still gorgeous and colorful. In front of the building is a small square with two large and leafy trees in the middle. Children run and laugh under the trees. The light swallow flew lightly, swiftly and swiftly. There were only small black shadows flying by in the air, and the pleasant chirps woven into a net in the air.
Ye Fei was happy, and the probe called Chen Jiajun next door: "Come on, there are so many swallows!"
"Maybe there is a swallow apartment nearby." He heard the sound and stood on the balcony next door.
"Swallow Apartment?" She asked while combing her hair.
"Well, artificially built to attract swiftlets to stay in the nest."
"Ah, do you want to collect bird's nest?" Ye Fei frowned, "I thought it was only found in the cave by the sea. It was a bit cruel."
She turned her head to talk, and she couldn't help laughing when she saw Chen Jiajun's costume through the gap between the pillars. He had just finished taking a shower, his hair was half wet, his upper body was put on a T-shirt, underneath was a cylindrical sarong like a local, a knot was tied around his waist, and the hem was hanging down to his ankles.
Ye Fei smiled and said, "Look at me wearing a long skirt, and you also wear one."
"Convenient, go out and change again."
"I want to take a closer look at your dress." She squinted one eye and stuck it in the gap of the Roman column.