In Morocco in January, the night is cold, but during the day it is already warm, and the temperature difference is very large.
At this moment, Song Qiyue came to the northwest of Africa, a coastal Arab country. This time, she came to Morocco to make a business.
The western part of Morocco is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean, while the southern part is close to Western Sahara.
"This is the southern part of the Sahara, this large desert, from the Atlas Mountains of northern Africa..." The guide pointed the way ahead, and those words came.
Song Qiyue sat in the car and looked at this desert so far but so close, but she was meditating in her heart.
To the south of the Sudanese steppe belt, which is 1,300 meters to 2,100 meters wide, the Sahara occupies one-third of the world's total desert area and one-third of the total area of Africa.
It is the largest desert in the world.
"Sahara is called Sahel in Arabic, and it means..." the guide said with a smile.
"The edge of the desert." Before the other party could say it, Song Qiyue whispered.
The guide was startled, then smiled, "So Ms. Song also understands Arabic?"
Song Qiyue just smiled back.
In fact, she doesn't understand Arabic, and she knows a little about English and German, but she doesn't know anything about Arabic.
Why did she know it was just because she had talked about it so accidentally.
The endless desert is in front of him, and Song Qiyue’s ears rang the words of the heroine in the TV series that year: If you really miss someone, will God drop a grain of sand and become the Sahara desert
When they were still working in Wuzhou that year, Song Qiyue and Chu Yan were busy at work at night. They slept on the same bed together and watched the soap operas and the heroines in the TV series. They just asked. One problem with the hero.
What did the actor answer at the time
She has forgotten.
I just remember clearly how much she and Chu Yan laughed at the TV show when they heard these words at the time. It was ridiculous.
Missing how to turn into the Sahara and into the Pacific Ocean is really numb and impractical.
Chu Yan held the glass and said: I tell you, love is like fireworks. You bought the box of fireworks, you put it carefully, lit it, and put it in the sky with a bang, but it took five minutes and ten minutes to finish the fireworks, and there was nothing left.
Love is like fireworks.
This is Chu Yan's theory of love.
Song Qiyue asked with a smile at the time: Oh, sister Yan, who said so sincerely, could it be said that you have loved someone like a firework
Chu Yan glanced at her: My sister really never loved anyone.
After 17 or 8 years old, it seems that I have lost the yearning of that young age. I have experienced all kinds of men in the workplace. Even if they are not familiar with the world, they understand the current situation. They all say that women are affectionate. In fact, men are only affectionate. Up.
Chu Yan asked her: Do you know when you are the happiest to watch a firework
Song Qiyue never answered. Chu Yan looked at the night sky and said: On the way to buy fireworks.
That night, Chu Yan's eyes were shining, as if all the stars had fallen in: You took the money, and the money you finally collected, was not willing to spend it, and you wanted to buy a gift box of fireworks. Along the way, you ran so fast, as if you had a fortune.
For some reason, Song Qiyue's heart suddenly stabbed at that time, probably because of her profile, the light in her eyes made people feel distressed.
Chu Yan, have you ever seen a firework with anyone? Or, you used to carry all the money like this, and ran so happily. At the end of that firework, what was the ending
In the end, Song Qiyue didn't ask, she just said: Then wait until we have enough money, let's go to the Sahara together.
Chu Yan looked back in surprise: Where did you come from such strange ideas
Song Qiyue laughed loudly: Ha, go to see the Sahara desert, is it because God knows who someone is thinking? Then let's go to the Sahara to set off fireworks. When the time comes, we will set off together. Anyway, it won't work today. What a pity.
Chu Yan was already speechless to her: boring.
But even though they were boring, they went to check everything about the Sahara, so Song Qiyue only learned about the desert and the meaning of the Arabic language.
Chu Yan, look, I came to the Sahara, where the desert really has no borders.
But Chu Yan, God does not exist at all.
I missed you so much, but no sand fell in the sky.
...
Song Qiyue never saw Chu Yan again.
Since the separation, she seemed to have completely disappeared, and there was no news. Chu Yan walked very thoroughly, but also resolutely walked, the mobile phone number has been changed, and there is no message left. Song Qiyue knew that she had forgotten the past and broke all this. So, even she didn't even want to remember.
Song Qiyue didn't look for her either, but couldn't help but miss her while looking at the desert.
Miss Chu Yan.
If it weren't for accidental, Song Qiyue would not have heard of Chu Yan's message.
After staying in Morocco for more than half a month, Song Qiyue returned to the resting hotel on that day. The hotels here are all local features, with silk curtains falling to cover the sun outside. After running around for a long time, his face was already stained with dust and sand. Song Qiyue went into the bathroom to wash his face.
After washing my face, I immediately felt a lot more refreshed. The phone was ringing. It was Nie Xun's call. This time they worked separately. He was in South Africa and she was in North Africa. During this period, I have been in contact by phone, and Nie Xun’s voice came clearly, asking her about her condition today, "Are everything okay? It's getting dark, and it’s cold outside, so don’t go out..."
"I know, you don't want to be like a parrot, you say the same thing every day, okay?"
"Okay, I don't miss you anymore. How is your progress? By the way, you need to send files to you. The other party needs a trustworthy mailbox. It's better to use it for a few years..." Nie Xun exhorted, Song Qiyue frowned, "How many years will I use? Then my old mailbox is fine."
"Then give it a try, do you remember the password to log in?" Nie Xun asked, and Song Qiyue replied, "Wait a minute."
So Song Qiyue relied on memory to enter the previous mailbox, and the password was tried twice before logging in successfully. There are many unfamiliar emails in the mailbox, all of which are system emails. Some promote some advertisements, "It can be used, but I will clean it up first."
Nie Xun was waiting, Song Qiyue moved his mouse to delete all of them. But in the middle of it, his gaze swept across an email and noticed the weirdness.
Song Qiyue scrolled down the page again, and finally found the email that had just flashed before his eyes.
This email came from China, and the beginning of the letterhead made Song Qiyue sure that she immediately read it--
Hello, Miss Song.
I took the liberty to send you this email, just because you are the only person you can reach. I don’t know if you know a lady named Chu Yan. If she is your friend or relative, please contact us as follows. If you and Ms. Chu are just strangers, then I'm sorry, but we interrupted.
Sender: Childcare orphanage.
It's her name, Chu Yan! All of a sudden, it filled Song Qiyue's eyes and couldn't disperse it anymore. After the shock, what followed was confusion and shock. Why was it an email from the orphanage
Song Qiyue didn't have time to talk to Nie Xun more, "I'm sorry, brother, I think I have something urgent to deal with, let me deal with it first, and I will contact you later."
She hung up Nie Xun's phone and immediately contacted the orphanage according to the number written on it.
But Song Qiyue was almost incoherent, because she didn’t even know her status, she said messily, “I’m sorry, hello, is it a childcare orphanage? This is the situation. I received it from your institution. My email, I’m sorry, I received it a bit late, just received it, in the letter, you asked me if I knew a lady named Chu Yan, I know, I know her..."
Because I was too excited, I didn’t clarify what I said. The director of the other orphanage answered the phone and finally said, "Ms. Song, hello, thank you very much for contacting our hospital, and I would take the liberty to ask you. You are Ms. Chu. Friends or relatives of yours?"
"I am..." Song Qiyue was about to say a friend, but she said with her mobile phone, "We are sisters."
"Yes, you and Ms. Chu are sisters. Is it convenient? Please come to our hospital so that you can talk in detail about Ms. Chu and her daughter..." What else did the other party say, Song Qiyue Suddenly I couldn't hear clearly.
Just the phrase "Ms. Chu and her daughter" made Song Qiyue feel as if she was in the desert, completely lost and directionless.
After contacting the orphanage, Song Qiyue did not know the situation. She bid farewell to Nie Xun, but set foot on the road back to China alone.
"Little Qi, let me go with you." Nie Xun said.
But Song Qiyue refused, "No, Nie Xun, I will go by myself. That is a matter between me and Chu Yan."
In this way, Song Qiyue picked up his luggage and set off.
Song Qiyue didn't think about going back to China, but she wanted to go back to Hong Kong one day. But she didn't expect that she had returned early, and the place she went to was not Hong Kong City, but a far away city and town that was far away in another direction of the country.
In the small town on the boundary of Liaocheng, Song Qiyue finally arrived.
She followed the recorded address and found the childcare orphanage. Everything is strange, this small town is peaceful, but strange. The yard of the orphanage was planted with fragrant grass and children singing. It was the morning time. Everything was dyed in the morning light. Song Qiyue followed the director who received her into the orphanage.
In the dean's office, Song Qiyue met Dean Xu. When facing Dean Xu, Song Qiyue was still a little cramped. Because of the rush and restlessness along the way, I looked haggard and hurried. She tried to calm down, but somehow she realized that she couldn't.
"Ms. Song, thank you very much for coming here not far away." Dean Xu's smile was clearly warm, but Song Qiyue's hands and feet were cold.
Probably it is too cold here.
"You and Ms. Chu, are you sisters?"
Song Qiyue nodded, but also shook his head.
"Then are you sister or younger sister?"
"Sister." As soon as Song Qiyue spoke, she found her voice astringent, "She is my sister, a few months older than me. Although we are not the same surname, we have always been sisters. What can she do? , Just look for me. If I have anything to do, look for her. But, she left, I didn't have time to stop her and ask her where to go..."
Song Qiyue said that she was messy, and found that she had accumulated too much anxiety on the road. At this moment, it was like a flood. Although the dean was still comforting, she couldn't stop at all. Only in the chaos, her eyes were scattered, but she stopped. She found her voice choked, "Dean Xu, it’s okay, please tell me frankly. Me, my sister, she..."
"Is she dead?" Song Qiyue said dullly, only to find that she could really be so peaceful at this moment.
Dean Xu said, "Ms. Chu is not dead, but she has been awake for a long time now. She had an accident and it was a car accident."
Song Qiyue's mind buzzed, she was unconscious, she was just unconscious, "So, she is not dead, is she not dead?"
"Yes, she didn't die, but she was in a coma." Dean Xu said again, talking about the reason and course of the accident. "In the middle of the night, the child suddenly developed a fever, so she took the child to the hospital. The driver. The car drove fast, but when I met a truck on the road, I didn't pay attention when turning the corner. The two cars crashed. The taxi driver died on the spot, and the truck driver also overturned the car. Ms. Chu was overwhelmed..."
"Then her child? Her daughter?" Song Qiyue still didn't know who this child was and what it looked like, her heart hung up.
"Her daughter was carefully guarded by Ms. Chu in her arms. Miraculously, she was unscathed. She was in good condition when she was sent to the hospital. She was cured after the fever was cured in the hospital." Dean Xu said. "It's just Ms. Chu. Although she was given first aid, she still didn't wake up. The doctor doesn't know when she will wake up, maybe soon, maybe it will take a long time."
Song Qiyue did not continue to ask, it might be a lifetime. After facing such a car accident and such a panic, Song Qiyue suddenly calmed down. Maybe it was because there were scenes like this when Aunt Jun was still alive, maybe because she was still alive and didn't leave.
"Ms. Chu has been living in the hospital since she fell into a coma. Her medical insurance is sufficient, and she still has savings to support the child's life. Only the child is alone, and she has no relatives, just Can live in our orphanage. Today is an extracurricular activity. The teacher took her out and will be back in the afternoon." Dean Xu said again.
Song Qiyue nodded, "Thank you, and please tell me which hospital she is in. I want to see her."
Starting from the orphanage, Song Qiyue came to a nearby hospital. In fact, the town is not big, and it doesn't take long to arrive. The hospital is also old, but it is very clean. Before reaching the ward, Song Qiyue stopped, and others were saying, "Ms. Chu is in this ward."
Song Qiyue's breathing sank suddenly, but it came out slowly. Her hand finally clasped the handle and pushed the fan away. It's not just like a door, it's more like the years between her and her. She finally came again. In front of her, she saw the appearance of her sleeping peacefully, white skin, no blood, because Chu Yan, who survived only on nutrient solution, had long lost its former glamour and beauty.
Song Qiyue came step by step, and she watched her by her bed. When the two met, they were so speechless.
Only suddenly, Song Qiyue whispered, "Xiaoyan, you are too bad, you are too uninteresting, and you came here alone without telling me. If it wasn't because the dean sent me an email, how could I come to see you? you?"
Just when Song Qiyue left, Dean Xu told her: Because of the child, we still want to contact her relatives. In Ms. Chu’s contacts, only your email is saved, so we sent an email to you to see if we can get in touch.
The only mailbox still saved, she has been stored in the phone, and is the only contact.
She has no relatives for a long time, her mother is no longer there, her brother, and her father, none of them are there.
Only her, only her.
Song Qiyue smiled. She thought that she should be happy after seeing her for a long time. She was not unhappy at the moment, but she didn't know what was going on. Her eyes were already red and so sore. She couldn't help asking her, "Why didn't you contact me again? Why? Didn’t find me again? Why didn’t a single email be sent to me? Why did you go so far alone?"
She kept asking and asking why. Actually Song Qiyue wanted to ask too much, too much unknown, wanted to know everything after she left, wanted to know her children, and With whom, I want to know whether she is a single mother or not.
But Song Qiyue couldn't speak, she just sat in that chair and quietly looked at Chu Yan's sleeping face.
For a moment, I remembered the past, of all the things I had in Wuzhou that year, all those bits and pieces, and the journey along the way, whether it's staggering or joyful. Thinking of lying on a bed back then, they were talking and laughing, Song Qiyue lowered her head, she put her face on Chu Yan's hand.
Her tears just fell down her cheeks and wet her fingers.
Song Qiyue was crying without a sound, only in this ward, they still seemed to be the same.
The whole day is quiet, the afternoon sun shifts to the west, the twilight is dyed, and another day is about to pass.
Someone knocked on the door. It was Dean Xu with a child.
The girl was only two or three years old, with a white face, jet-black hair, and two beautiful willow eyebrows. This eyebrow has inherited the appearance of Chu Yan. It's just that the child is extremely afraid of life, she hides behind the dean, her small hand tightly grasps her hand and refuses to let go, which makes people feel pity and distress.
Song Qiyue got up and stood, Dean Xu said, "She is Ms. Chu's daughter."
In an instant, it was the last words of Dean Xu when he left the orphanage: I heard that Ms. Chu was pregnant with twin daughters, but it was difficult to give birth at the time of delivery. When one daughter was born, she lost her breath, leaving only Up one. It was finally saved, but the child couldn't speak.
Only one of the twin daughters survived, one had left, and the other was right in front of her. She used all her abilities and care to protect her daughter.
Song Qiyue smiled, she wanted to approach the child and hug her. But when she stepped forward, the child hid behind the person, and refused to get even a step closer. Finally, under the comfort of Dean Xu, this came to Song Qiyue.
"Don't be afraid, Auntie is not a bad person, Auntie is..." Song Qiyue said softly, "Auntie is your mother's good friend, her sister..."
"You tell auntie, what is your name?" Song Qiyue shook her hand, knowing that the child can't speak, but she still couldn't help but tell her, "Could you tell auntie, what is your name?"
The girl looked at her with her eyes open.
On the side was Dean Xu. She learned from the kid and said, "Tell Auntie, my name is Xiaoyan, Chu Xiaoyan."
Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, Chu Xiaoyan.
Suddenly, it seemed that all the buried memories were pouring out, and in an unstoppable manner, Song Qiyue remembered the man who came, the man named Chu Xiaoxin. Those in the past were hazy, and I didn't fully understand, but they were able to connect in series, let her know their bondage in an instant.
Chu Yan, you left the port city alone, you left your hometown.
If you are pregnant and have children, you would rather be a single mother. If you lose a daughter, you only save one daughter.
You have nothing, you only have a daughter. At the moment of the car accident, you protected the child without hurting her at all, but now you can't sleep.
Why he
Why is Chu Xiaoxin, why is that man, who clearly said that it is not worthwhile to say that he will not love, why give birth to a daughter for him, do you know, that person may have forgotten you, and he is still beautiful around him? Constantly, you are just a passer-by in his life.
But why, you still have to give your child such a name.
Xiaoyan, you took your own name and his name and put them together.
How much love you will do, and you will be where you are today.
When they were young, they asked what love really is. It turned out that the gorgeousness is just the appearance of love, but they never give up but it turns out to be ruthless than time. At this moment, she was standing here, she was lying there, the girl in front of her had a pair of eyes open.
Chu Yan, do you regret it, do you regret it.
Vaguely, Song Qiyue seemed to see the girl turned into Chu Yan, she stood in front of her, unwavering a step.
Boom, her tears burst out, Song Qiyue hugged the child, she cried, she cried, her hissed so much, she cried so much that she could hardly cry.
This is so stupid, this is so stupid.
If you can go back to the past, go back to the night and talk freely, and have a good drink, she doesn't want to wait any longer, doesn't want to wait for the Sahara, and doesn't want to wait until the sky fills up the desert. That would be too much for her to miss. She just wanted to pull her madly, take all the money they had saved and ran up. They wanted to rush, rush to buy, and buy all the fireworks.
Chu Yan, how I want to watch a firework with you.