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"Sir, please wake up."

The sweet voice of the stewardess was close to my ears. I opened my sleepy eyes and looked blankly at the person in front of me. Her mouth was opening and closing to say something.

It may be due to my appearance of the yellow race, but this lady speaks Chinese.

I didn't quite understand, but the scenery outside the window gave me a general idea of ​​what she meant.It turned out to be arriving soon.Turning around and smiling gratefully at her, I rubbed my eyes and pulled myself together.

This is not the first time I have come to country Z, but it is the first time since I can remember.

I was born in country Z.I was taken to Australia by my parents when I was a very young baby, maybe two or three years old, and I haven't been back since.

The impression of country Z is limited to the unclear miniatures squeezed in the corner behind the characters in the mother's photo album. I never thought that one day I would come back here again.

However, in the summer when I was 19 years old, I came across the ocean alone, just to go to a marriage that didn't deserve the name.

The plane taxied steadily on the airport runway. After a full [-] hours of long-distance flight, many people who looked as tired as me opened the luggage compartment above their heads, took down their carry-on luggage, and got off the plane in an orderly manner. .

Even though the heating in the airport was turned on, I was still shivering the moment I stepped off the plane in my shirt and jeans.

I never thought that the winter in country Z would be so cold.I came with only a small backpack, which contained nothing but the necessary documents and my laptop.

I began to regret my traveling lightly, but I remember the first and last call, the man told me, as long as the person comes, you don’t need to bring anything else.

Of course you can buy clothes at the airport, but this ticket has already used up all my little savings, so I can only pretend to be calm under the surprised eyes of others. In fact, only I know that in order to maintain dignity, I consume took all the willpower.

I found a place near the heater in the unfamiliar airport lobby, and turned on the phone that had been turned off during the flight.

Not a single text message or missed call.

Perhaps he was delayed by something.

Maybe it's about to arrive at the parking lot.

I put my phone in my pocket and glanced at the hurrying people in the hall.Strange faces, strange words, everything is strange.

I stood there like a fool for an hour, wondering if the man had misremembered the date or time of my arrival.

I should call him again to confirm before departure——Thinking of this, I am a little annoyed that I always do things so sloppily.

Finally, after several sneezes in a row, I took out my phone again.

The "beep" sound of the phone connection made me nervous, and the fingers holding the phone trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was nervousness or too cold.

During a blank pause, I felt my heart beating a little faster.

"Hey?"

Very nice and charming voice.I couldn't stop imagining the appearance of the other party in my mind, and said one of the few Chinese words I only knew with a bad pronunciation: "Nihao."

The man on the opposite side seemed to be startled, and took a breath after a while: "Shaw?"

The surprised tone made me understand two things.

First, he didn't save my number, even though we had a conversation not long ago.

Second, he has absolutely no memory of my arrival today.

Looking at the dense goosebumps on my bare arms, I pursed my lower lip.

"Wait for me an hour, I'll be there soon."

Although the man spoke to me in English thoughtfully, he hung up the phone before I could respond, without even the slightest apology.

I stared at the phone for a while, until it automatically turned off the screen, and then raised my head in a daze.

Is this the man I'm going to spend my life with?

When I left, I thought I had great courage, but within the first hour of arriving in country Z, I began to fear my future.

When there were only 5 minutes left in the agreed hour, I received another call from that man.

He asked me where I was, I told him everything I could see, and finally he asked me: "Are you wearing a white shirt and light jeans..."

The voice in the earpiece overlapped with the voice not far away, I turned my gaze to look over, and then put down the hand holding the phone—because of the cold, I could barely lift my arm.

The man's complexion is not very good-looking, and he probably thinks that I look like I'm out of my mind, just like the message of surprise in the hasty glances of people coming and going, he must think that I look stupid and stupid. shame.

But he didn't say anything, he took off his suit jacket and put it on me, took me to the clothing store at the airport, and bought a set of clothes and shoes for me to wear.

The man didn't say anything the whole time, and he didn't even look me in the eye.It wasn't until he took me to the parking lot and got into the car that he loosened the tie around his neck and turned his head to face me sitting in the passenger seat.

I was still surprised by the fact that the driving seat of the car in country Z was different from that in Australia. When my gaze shifted from the steering wheel to the man's face, I shrunk my neck subconsciously.

He put one hand on the steering wheel and looked at me as if evaluating something: "Are you really 19 years old?"

I bowed my head a little inferiorly.

In Australia, where the average male height is 177, most of my peers are over 1.8 meters, and I have been the shortest among my peers since I was a child, and my height, which has gradually stopped growing, is now only 1.6 meters.

It's not just this that makes me feel inferior.No matter how hard I work out, I can never build any muscle.It doesn't matter if you are slender like a woman, but your skin is fairer than those of Caucasians, and you can't get tanned even in the sun.

And my appearance, in the words of people I know, would be fine if it were a woman.

This oriental beauty inherited from my mother has always been my most inferior face.I even want to be ugly, if I can get a boxy, standard male face.

I bit my lower lip and nodded in embarrassment. As if afraid that he would not believe me, I took out my passport from my backpack and showed him.

He held my passport but didn't look at it. He kept looking at me with deep eyes. He didn't look back until I looked away uncomfortably, and put my passport back into my hand.

"Go home first."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and just as I was about to nod, the other party had already started the car.

I feel as though I have a little understanding of this man's personality.

Compared to asking, any words he said are actually just giving orders, and there is no need for my answer at all.

In this strange country, strange city, sitting in the car of a man who had only talked on the phone once before today, and met him for the first time, and went to a strange home together.

At this moment, I suddenly became a little scared.

Even though my future had been arranged before I came, I still felt a sense of confusion.

On the way, he fell silent again, and I neither dared to talk to him nor looked at him, so I could only twist my neck and look at the street scene outside the car window.

Country Z is completely different from what I saw in my mother's photo album. This country is developing too fast and too well. The clean streets and tall buildings finally made me a little curious and expectant about this place.

The car drove into a residential area that looked very high-end, and the man took me upstairs, and when he opened the door, he entered my fingerprint into the combination lock.

Then I followed him into the door, and he took out a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet: "This pair of slippers will grow bigger when you wear them, I will take you to buy suitable ones tomorrow."

Even though he had changed his shoes and walked into the living room after he finished speaking, I still nodded slowly behind him.

The duplex-designed house seems to have a lot of space, even bigger than our house in the affluent area of ​​Melbourne before my father's company went bankrupt.

He took me around the first floor and then came to the second floor.

The study on the second floor occupies almost half of the space. To be honest, I was a little surprised. I never thought that he would like to read as much as I do.

"There are a lot of English books here, you can find them and read them casually," he pointed to the huge bookcase embedded in the entire wall, and then pointed to a smaller one next to the large mahogany table that was locked with a glass door. Bookcase, "And these involve my personal privacy and company secrets. Of course, I will lock them. It's just that I'm used to living alone. I may forget them occasionally. I hope you won't be curious."

"I understand, I won't move them casually."

He nodded, and pointed to the slightly empty side of the study: "Tomorrow I will put a desk that belongs to you here."

I gratefully said "thank you".

He froze for a moment, turned his head to look at me, paused for a moment, then turned and walked out of the study.

I followed him to another door.

He opened the door, and a bedroom with a balcony of seventy to eighty square meters appeared in front of my eyes.

This is more than just a bedroom, it even has a small living room attached, but obviously this space belongs to the owner's private place, and the layout is very distinct in personal preference.

He introduced me to the bathroom in the room, and then pointed to the luxurious big bed, which is more than enough to sleep three or four people: "You can take a bath and rest first, my company has something to do, if you come back at night, if you wake up, we can chat chat."

I nodded and watched him push the door and leave, standing on the soft wool rug, it took a long time to recover.

Is this the home I will live in all my life?

Staring at the bed that obviously belonged to the male owner for a moment, I, who had never been too close to anyone except my parents and grandfather, blushed a little out of habit.