Sixty-third.
Ethnic Minority Affection and Affection
Dating online Hui-Chinese fusion
The main character of today’s article is a Hui, the first fellow ethnic minority I have met. In fact, I have great respect for ethnic minorities, especially those who believe in Islam. Her name, I am not at liberty to say here, but she is indeed an artist of great repute. Whether it is carving, photography and video, are a good hand, and also write, a good article. I will slowly share some of these articles with you when I have the chance, they are very humorous and vivid.
In fact, as far as I am concerned, the Chinese translators have really reached the level of Xin Ya Da, when they translated the Slam religion, they chose two particularly beautiful words, Qing Zhen. To be clear and true, and simple and pure faith, is really something to aspire to. Once in the Muslim community, I heard the sound of chanting in the temple, which made me spellbound, and finally one day, the in-laws led me back here once again to begin an amazing journey.
She and I, met on the lily web. At that time, my lily web annual fee has been more than half, but my record is not very satisfactory, which makes me feel very depressed. Maybe it’s not the right way. And this time, the pony is very timely, appeared in my life. The two of us, live far away, but the good thing is, her unit is right in front of my house. So, it seems to be a destiny destiny, right?
The first time we met, we were about the Hero Hill Cultural Market, I really like to take the girl to that place, but it seems that many girls do not like, no way, the guest as the host. Who let me be the main character, then you follow me. I waited for her at the station and watched her get off the bus, wearing a blue blouse. I naturally, the crossed her arm, but she, as if very uncomfortable look, desperately shrugged it off.
I tried several more times to cross her arm throughout the market and she refused, I think this girl is very conservative, should be very religious Muslim it. That was the first time the two of us met, and unexpectedly, she invited me to a meal instead of me inviting her. This really surprised me, I remember that time the two of us, ate Korean barbecue, I was very careful to avoid all the meat that may trigger ethnic and religious taboos.
She was generous and said just order yours, I won’t eat it. I didn’t do that because I still know better. After eating, I sent her home. She was at home in the upstairs of the building in front of the women’s temple. The two of us, at the bottom of the building to say something, it seems that did not say something, very ambiguous and intimate topics. But vaguely can feel, she actually quite like me.
The second time, we had dinner in the West Market near the fastwood forest. I’ve never been to the fastwood forest to eat, and then was a school of rivers and lakes impressed, although not eaten, but also quite happy. I remember we probably walked back home that day. And at the halfway break, I kissed her. Then we were not confined to simple conversation, and at one point we were seriously discussing the life of two people together. This includes the difference in living habits, religious beliefs, and the integration of the two families with each other.
In fact, these issues. Now it is too early to see, because at that time, we just kissed, have not done anything. It’s a bit fucked up to even think about the way of life without knowing if your position fits each other. We were in such a hurry to spend our energy in an area that did not seem important, in fact, it was a mistake, really let us, decided to be together, or I moved a little thought.
At that time, because I do bodhi business, contact with a large number of Buddhist beads, a chance, I came across a string of beads specifically for Christians, I forget how many in the end, but in any case, the following fell a cross, and I used to know the Buddha beads is completely different. I was inspired and decided to search the internet to see if there were any beads for Muslims. A search is really there, the beads are called Zanzhu, the Arabic transliteration is called Tesbiha, the most authentic material is called Kuk, a kind of Asian plant seeds I have never heard of polished and made.
The price I searched online was not very expensive, so I asked for one and gave it to her, and at first she refused because she was not as religious as I thought she was. I said you can give it to your father and she reluctantly accepted. Through talking with my friend, I learned a lot about the rules among Muslims and the stories of religious beliefs. Now that I’m learning, I told my girl all these things, and she listened with great interest, and a lot of knowledge that she probably didn’t even know herself.
Perhaps it is my good spirit of learning touched her, she felt that I was doing something for her to change. Once, they sent a very beautiful tea set on the unit, she took a picture of me and asked me if I wanted it. In fact, I still quite like it, I said I’ll go to you to get it, she said no, I’ll send it to you at home. At noon that day, she came to my house, our home is usually no beef and mutton, so I bought two packs of frozen dumplings with leeks and eggs, the two of us down to eat together.
One particularly bad thing about frozen dumplings is that if they are not cooked thoroughly, the noodles will be very raw, but if they are overcooked, the dumpling skin will be easily broken, so we both had a lot of trouble that day before we finally had enough. At that time, my father gave me a phone call, when my phone ringing, has changed to the Quran chanting sound. She was amazed that I had changed so much for her.
I pushed her into bed and said please do the same for me and change a little! The two of us naturally had sex, she was actually very tall and quite big-boned, so when you think about that image, it might still be a bit comical, but, for some reason, she was laughing throughout the whole process. It was like being tickled.
I sent her back to her flat after that, but for some reason, I couldn’t get another date, probably because her father, in the end, thwarted our relationship.
All this is not known, this year her unit was simply demolished, I do not know where she went
This is the sixty-third story
Please see next time.
The sea of people passing by
Where is home in half a life of floating
