Teacher Huangfu Qiurong brought a cup of hot aromatic coffee to Martina. This female teacher who has stood on the platform for decades and will retire is one of Martina's most respected Chinese. Martina came to F University to learn Chinese, initially in teacher Huangfu's class. Teacher Huangfu not only did well in class, but was especially good at making friends with foreign students. When Martina saw the smile of Teacher Huangfu, she would think of her mother in France.
After Huang Guilong and Hu Xiangfu returned to the work shed last night, Martina stayed up all night and came to the home of Teacher Huangfu, a teacher of F University early this morning, and she needed a real Chinese friend to talk to her heart.
"Martina, can you tell me? What is your relationship with the migrant worker named Huang?" Huangfu Qiurong asked with a smile when Martina's mood stabilized a little.
"His name is Huang Guilong. He is my boyfriend, a very good Chinese. He loves me and I love him." Martina's answer was frank and clear.
"But do you know him? For such a foreigner who does not have a fixed work unit or registered permanent residence in Shanghai, I think it is better to be careful." Huangfu Qiurong persuaded Martina as an elder.
"I know that Shanghai people don't like foreigners, especially those from the countryside, but I think Chinese and Chinese should be equal, and all people in the world should be equal, right?" Martina's eyes surged. Brought bright tears.
"The foreign student building is a foreign-related area. It is always impossible for a rural migrant worker to enter and leave at will. China is different from France's national conditions. Our country's foreign affairs policy also has regulations."
"But Chinese female college students from F University often go to the International Student Building to find foreign male students. I have also seen them staying overnight in the International Student Building. Why don't the police find them? Because they are college students and are from the city. They are noble than Huang Guilong is it?"
Huangfu Qiurong smiled tolerantly. She understands Martina's typical Western female thinking method. She feels more and more that she has a responsibility to protect Martina. She cannot be so hasty to associate with a rural migrant worker who has not received much education. The girl's youth and reputation. She opened a box of chocolates and handed it to Martina, and patted Martina on the shoulder like a mother: "Don't forget that your parents are professors at the University of Paris. They will approve of your relationship with an uncultured Chinese migrant worker. ?"
"This is my own business, not my parents falling in love with him, I can still decide when to marry the one I love." Martina looked confident.
Their conversation with the fragrance of coffee lasted for a long time. Although Huangfu Qiurong knew that Martina, whose heart was crystal-clear, was telling the truth, she couldn't believe that her actions were completely governed by love. Is love already great? Will it really remove all obstacles to national boundaries, race, cultural background, and living environment? She doesn't know Huang Guilong, and she is not sure if there is something deceived in Martina's love.
When Martina left Huangfu Qiurong's house, she was deeply disappointed: Teacher Huangfu whom she respected actually had the same attitude as the women at the service desk. They all looked down on Huang Guilong, a rural migrant worker, and did not believe their love was real.