klisemfg Chapter 441
Chapter 441
Ruya held the tulips in her hands, and Che helped her carry the vegetables and the paper bag containing the photos. The two chatted casually.
"Si Yuan, did you immigrate here or study abroad?" Che was curious about her. In this Nordic country, he hardly saw any Asian faces.
Ruya's heart ached for a moment, but she still replied simply: "Study abroad."
Che said "oh", and silence fell between the two again.
To be able to study abroad in Northern Europe, his family must be well-off, otherwise they wouldn't give him 40,000 US dollars so easily.
He suddenly felt a little awkward. If someone else had helped her get her phone back that day in Las Vegas, would she have been so gentle and generous in paying them?
"Did the money from last time help you solve the problem?" Ruya didn't mean anything else, she was just curious. She didn't wait for Che to answer and asked, "You went to Las Vegas last time, didn't you want to earn some D gold?"
Che hummed, then looked at Ruya solemnly, "It's a temporary solution. Thank you very much. That money is very important to me."
He went on to say, "You are very smart. Chinese people are always full of wisdom. I plan to go to Field D. I have good luck and can win some money in most cases."
"If." He glanced at Ruya, "If you want to go there in the future, I can take you there to play."
Ruya raised her eyebrows. The D-field in Las Vegas is world-famous, but she has no interest in going there. In her eyes, it is very dangerous.
She didn't want to continue this topic, so she pointed at the paper bag in the man's hand and said, "Don't thank me. We both got what we needed. The photos in here are from the SLR camera you helped me get back."
Ruya paused and said, "These photos are very important to me."
It's not just a photo, it's also her spiritual support.
The man could only see the thick white edges of the photos because they were neatly stacked. He didn't understand that no matter how important the photos were, they were not worth forty thousand dollars.
"You said your name is Che? Then what's your last name?" Ru Ya always felt it was weird to call him Che.
They were obviously strangers, but he only called out one word as if they were very friendly.
This time, it was the man's turn to remain silent.
After a long while, he finally spoke: "I don't have a surname. I just remember that when I was a child, my mother called me Che."
He laughed at himself and said, "I don't even know how to write the word che."
Ruya just asked casually. After all, it would be awkward for the two of them to walk side by side on the road without talking.
But, it was obvious that she had just exposed someone's scars. Ruya felt a little sorry, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Her family was happy and harmonious, so she narrowly believed that this mixed-race young man should be the same as her.
In Northern Europe, there are his loving father and mother, two young people from different countries, because love takes root here and gives birth to the fruit of love.
However, outsiders can only see the splendor on the surface, and can only lick the bitterness and sadness behind it by themselves.
Just like her, in the eyes of outsiders, she is a rich second-generation from China, living in a huge villa, having money to spend without having to work part-time, and attending the Mornington School of Jewelry Arts, which is only open to the upper class.
But this is just an appearance.
She also has scars that she doesn't want others to reveal, so she can understand and empathize.
"It's nothing. It's been many years. I'm used to it. On the contrary, I'm very happy that you are willing to listen to me patiently."
Ruya was stunned by the man's words, because in Northern Europe, she had not been listened to seriously for a long time.
Most of the time, she went to class and left get out of class alone, unless there was a group assignment that had to be completed by multiple people, but she was never the first choice.
The people here seem to have deep-rooted prejudices against Asian faces. They have an inherent alienation and arrogance mixed with an inexplicable sense of superiority, as if they believe that white people are superior to the yellow race.
The Nordic people admire the strong, but it is obvious that Ruya, a newbie starting from scratch, is nothing in their eyes.
So until now, Ruya still hasn't integrated well.
In their eyes, Ruya is the outside world's inherent impression of a dandy boy who came abroad to study and gild his reputation. Apart from being rich, she is just a pretty fool.
Helpless, but this is the reality.
Therefore, Ruya has been working very hard. She strives to acquire knowledge and at the same time wants to break through her current predicament...
Finally, the two arrived at the street where Ruya Villa was located.
Che noticed that this was a wealthy area in Northern Europe.
There was a dimness in his eyes. He should have guessed that Si Yuan was the daughter of a wealthy family.
Her hands were so white and soft, you could tell she had never suffered any hardship.
When I gave him $40,000, he didn't even blink.
A girl like this is the moon in the sky. For an ant like him living at the bottom of society, even looking at her is a blasphemy to her beauty.
"Okay, I'm here, Che, thank you." Ruya took her vegetables and photos. She walked forward a few steps and turned around. When she turned around, she found that the man was still looking at her in the same posture as before they parted.
Ruya smiled, "Is there something on my face?"
Che retracted his gaze that he had not had time to dodge just now, a little embarrassed, "No, you reminded me of the person in my memory."
She was a very gentle Chinese woman, and he had been loved well before being sent to the orphanage.
But such a distant and gentle love came to an abrupt end after being sent to the welfare home...
"You are mixed-race, right? I can sense that you seem to have a special feeling for the Chinese. Do you have Chinese blood in you?"
Ruya paused, "If you need a last name, I can help you."
When foreigners come to China, don’t they all like to give themselves a Chinese name?
Che didn't expect that Si Yuan would come back and tell him this.
In fact, he didn't care about having a surname, because even if he had a name with a surname, no one around him would call him by that name.
After more than ten years in the welfare home, he no longer had his own name. People there used code names to refer to every child who had lost their parents.
Before meeting Si Yuan, he hadn't told anyone his name for a long time.
Seeing the man's gloomy expression, Ruya smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. Goodbye, Che."
Watching Ruya's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, the man felt a sense of loss for no reason.
Last name? What's that?
He had lived in Northern Europe since he was a child and had long forgotten that Chinese people had surnames.
He thought that when he was young, he also had a surname, but the woman in his memory had not yet told him, and she left him forever...
Ruya returned to the villa. She left the tomatoes and eggs and put the other ingredients in the super large four-door refrigerator.
For lunch today, I had scrambled eggs with tomatoes.