A Curtain Call

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Before returning home from vacation, at the coffee shop.

I'm sitting opposite to An Fei. She looked at her coffee cup and spoke slowly about her glimpse of Shao Jiang when she first arrived in China with English that had that hard to recognize accent. In her hometown, love is pure and warm like wine, so when she met Shao, she decided to stay in China.

An Fei is a beautiful girl with a healthy complexion and warm personality from southern France. Now, she is no longer talking shyly like before, but with a low voice and dignified elegance.

"Chinese people are very strange, a girl, first depends on her education, then her family background, finally sees if there is a good job. The standard of good work is decent. Even if you don't like it, as long as it is decent."

She has been unable to adapt to the vanity peculiar to Chinese society. But still chasing Shao and applied for a graduate student at H university. She gave up her favorite major and studied management. After graduation, she went to a foreign company. With a seemingly generous salary, she misses her hometown winery, in a complex interpersonal office.

"I don't know why others envy me, real life Du Lala?"

(Du Lala, the hero of the novel "Du Lala's Promotion", is a typical representative of the middle class. She has no background, is well-educated, has a very high IQ and EQ, and strives on her own.)

She has always maintained the relationship with Shao as a close friend of the opposite sex, striving to make herself dignified, steady, and intelligent perfect woman. When she felt that she could match Shao, Shao said to her, "You're not the one."

An Fei said that Shao was the driving force behind her staying away from her family, her favorite career, and her simple life. She looked up at me in a low voice: "Please— please-"

My heart suddenly felt sorry for this girl.

The foreign affairs of most foreign students in the school were hot and short-lived, An Fei is a long-term affair that is rare to see, but I became the first listener to her grievance and confusion.

I don't know how to accurately express 'asking for what they don't have'. I can only look out of the window. The Doctor is walking through the crosswalk and his eyes were clear: "My fiancé. I love him, quite much."

An Fei saw the Doctor and her expression was very subtle. I said goodbye and went out to meet the Doctor. He took me to pay homage to my grandparents.

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We walked side by side and remained silent for a moment. The Doctor said, "You are a little depressed."

I thought of the tears that An Fei had just spilled and took his arm: "A Frenchman, for a Chinese, stayed in China and changed a lot for a person, but the Chinese didn't want it."

"Why not just go home?"

"Go home, but the heart stays here."

The Doctor adjusted the atmosphere: "Is that Chinese not you?"

I have no words, I could only roll my eyes. Anyone who eats two or more meals with San San will be infected with her weird way of thinking.

"The Chinese is Shao."

The Doctor frowned but did not answer.

Looking back, I wanted to mend the situation after the mistake: "That, uhm uh—" what should I say? A woman pursuing Shao came to me?

I decided to tell the truth. I have absolute trust in the Doctor's mind and psychological maturity.

"She had some misunderstanding about Shao and me."

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