我的跨國之戀
〔越南〕 黃妃燕 廣西民族大學
還記得2017年8月的那一天，乘坐河內至南寧長途汽車到達的我，背著鼓鼓囊囊的行李包，拖著一個40寸的黑色大行李箱，走出了停車場。一齣車門熱浪襲來，陽光照耀在大地上，反射過來的光線刺得我有點睜不開眼。這就是我要生活、學習五年的地方，我想著，內心有一點兒忐忑，又有一點兒激動。
一轉眼兩年半過去，乘著地鐵1號線、72路公共汽車，漸漸地把相思湖、朝陽廣場、花花大世界、青秀山走了個遍；螺螄粉、老友粉、桂林米粉、檸檬鴨佔據了我的舌尖味蕾；跟同學們交流的方式也從中英文夾雜地伸出雙手比畫，到現在能跟朋友們用漢語完成創業計劃書、討論《陳情令》的劇情，聊聊《嚮往的生活》上聽到的八卦。
沒想到在2020年的寒假，我只是回一趟越南過春節，這一回就是一年半的時間。我從未想過會在這麼長時間裏不能正常上課，不能和老師、同學們見面。曾經認為平淡的日常，和同學們一起在校友樓、學友樓、國教樓之間穿梭趕不同的課，一起去五坡飯堂打十塊錢不到的飯，一起參加各種學生活動，拔河、觀看展覽、朗誦詩詞……現在不斷出現在我夢裏。
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這段時間裏，除了思念，圍攏著我的生活是沒有盡頭的焦慮。由於班裏只有我一個外國留學生，無法另設網課，所以“該如何繼續上課”“如何掌握新知識”“如何面對考試”等問題成為我最大的困擾。就在這時，我親愛的同學和老師，向我伸出了援手。
我想感謝的同學很多，但我最想感謝的是我們的班長梅梅，一個陽光燦爛的女孩，我最好的朋友。我因在國外無法完成的事情都被她一個人承包了。從2020年5月學校恢復課堂教學以來，每一門課程，經濟法、商法、著作權法……如果沒有她的幫助，我真不知道該如何完成學習。
“放心吧，我已經跟老師説清楚你的情況了，老師同意我分享螢幕了！”
“我已經到教室啦，一會兒進來聽課哦！”
“今天設備有點問題，你別擔心，我馬上去找設備員。”
“鬱悶，老師換教室了……”
翻開我們的聊天記錄，字裏行間，都讓我心裏感覺暖洋洋的。為了讓我能聽到老師講課，在這麼長時間以來她都堅持和每一位授課老師説出我所處的情況，每次課都提前到教室為我打開分享螢幕，當設備不支援時，不厭其煩地一次次去找負責人維修。
除了同學，學校的老師也給了我很多關愛，其中最讓我感到溫暖的是我的班主任陳老師。作為學院的副院長，陳老師總是事務纏身，但百忙之中他總不忘再三叮囑我，讓我有任何困難要告訴他。長達一年多的時間沒有在班裏出現，我感覺我的存在感都快要消失了，但陳老師會時不時在講課的時候提起我，替我“刷存在感”。
2020年秋季學期，他開始給我們上“商標法”這門專業課。像往常一樣，梅梅早早地到教室幫我開好螢幕分享，我也拿好紙筆，坐在電腦前，雖然艱苦但依然知足地做著“旁聽生”。“張××。”“到。”“李××。”“到！”上課了，老師開始點名，聽著熟悉的名字，熟悉的聲音，想像著許久未見的他們的面容。“黃妃燕。”遠在中國廣西南寧的教室，和我所身處的越南河內的房間，兩個空間同時安靜了2秒鐘。“到！”我喊著，仿佛我的聲音能傳遞到教室的那一頭。
雖然每堂課我都會聽，但由於不是老師操作進行的網課，我只能旁聽，不能參與課堂，不能回答問題，當然，也不能對老師的點名有任何回應。教室裏的大家也都知道，所以一般點名的時候不會提到我。但我的老師，他通過這種方式，讓我感受到我和教室裏的老師和同學們依然是在一起的。老師不知道的是，網路這邊的我，鼻子忍不住發酸……
在我遇到過的老師中，陳老師是第一位親手寫信給班裏的每一個學生的老師。在我對未來的人生規劃特別困惑的時候，這一封信來了，它帶著老師溫暖的關懷和鼓勵，“相信自己，付出總會有所回報”“未來你如何規劃，我們會專門討論”“我會提供力所能及的幫助”“學有所長，用自己的能力服務社會，實現自己的人生價值”……
我想，我二十多年攢下的運氣都在和他們邂逅的那一天花光了。緣分真的很奇妙，我有幸在中國遇到了如此熱誠的朋友和眷顧我的老師。一年多來，我跟他們説得最多的也許是“謝謝”這兩個字了，可“謝謝”總是不能表達出我心中的感激和愛意。我想像著回到學校的那一天，我會擁抱他們每個人，以表達任何詞語都無法演繹的感情。
兩年前，我和同學約定春遊時我教他們包越南春卷，他們教我包餃子。如此簡單的承諾現在都難以兌現。每次聊天的最後一句話，“早點回來”，“一定要注意安全”。在畢業之前，我們還有很多要一起做的事，一起實現的夢想。我們隔著遙遠的路程，心裏卻一直掛念著對方，希望對方平安，盼望著見面的時刻，像一對戀人。以前總迫不及待地想放假回國，和家人團聚，殊不知在中國生活、學習的這些年，我在潛意識裏已經把廣西民族大學當成自己的家，那裏有我的“父母”、我的“兄弟姐妹”、我的驕傲、我的青春。我會將這份思念化成奮鬥的動力，為了再見時可以見到更好的彼此。
黃妃燕與初級漢語班同學
My Transnational Love
〔Vietnam〕 Hoàng Phi Yén， Guangxi University for Nationalities
I still remember that day in August 2017， when I arrived by the long－distance bus from Hanoi， Vietnam to Nanning， Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region． I walked out of the parking lot with a bulging luggage bag and a large 40－inch black suitcase． A blast of hot air hit me as I stepped off the bus． The sun shone on the earth and the sunlight was dazzling． I felt a little nervous and excited because this is the place I would live and study for the next five years．
Two and a half years passed rapidly． Taking subway line 1 and No． 72 bus， I gradually walked through Xiangsi Lake， Chaoyang Square， Huahua World and Mount Qingxiu． Snail rice noodle， Old Friend Noodle， Guilin rice noodle and lemon duck have become my favorite cuisines． At first， I communicated with my classmates with sign language and babbled both Chinese and English． Today， my friends and I are able to draft business plans in Chinese， discuss the plots ofThe Untamed and talk about the gossips heard inLonging Life．
I never thought that the winter vacation in 2020， when I returned to Vietnam for the Chinese New Year during， would last a year and a half． I never expected that I would be unable to attend regular classes and meet with my teachers and classmates for such a long period of time． The daily routines， such as shuttling with my classmates between the Xiaoyou Building， the Xueyou Building and the Guojiao Building to catch different classes， going to the Wupo Canteen to eat meals for less than 10 yuan， participating in various activities， tug of war， watching exhibitions， and reciting poems．．． now keep appearing in my dreams．
During this period of time， my life was haunted by endless anxiety in addition to missing． Since I was the only international student in the class， it could not set up another online class for me． I was greatly annoyed by the problems of “how to continue the class，” “how to grasp new knowledge” and “how to attend the exams．” At that moment， my dear classmates and teachers reached out to help me．
I want to express my thanks to a lot of people， especially to our class monitor Mei Mei， who is a sunny girl and my best friend． She helped me to handle nearly everything I couldn’t do as I was abroad． Since the school resumed in May 2020， every course， economic law， business law， copyright law．．． I really didn’t know how I would have finished my study without her assistance．
“Don’t worry， I’ve explained your situation to the teacher． The teacher agreed to share the screen with you！”
“I’ve arrived at the classroom soon． Come in and listen to the class later！”
“There is something wrong with the equipment today． Don’t worry． I’ll go to find the technician right away．”
“Too bad． The teacher has changed the classroom．．．”
Reviewing our chat logs， I feel so warm． In order for me to hear the teacher’s lecture， she kept telling every teacher the situation I was in． She arrived at the classroom in advance of every class to turn on the sharing screen for me． Once the equipment was broken， she would go to find the technician for repair．
In addition to my classmates， the teachers also gave me a lot of love and care． Mr Chen， the head teacher， has given me the warmest help． As the vice president of the college， Chen was always in the midst of busy schedule． Meanwhile， he reminded me frequently to inform him if I had any difficulties． For more than a year， I did not appear in the class， and I felt that I become an invisible person． Mr． Chen would mention me from time to time during the lecture to “prove my presence．”
In the fall semester of 2020， Chen started to teach us the course of Trademark Law． As usual， Mei Mei arrived at the classroom early to help me open the screen sharing， I sat in front of the computer with a pen and paper in hand． The situation wasn’t ideal but I still felt satisfactory to be “an auditor student．” “Zhang XX．” “Yes．” “Li XX．” “Yes！” When the class started， the teacher began to call the roll． Listening to the familiar names and familiar voices， I began to imagine their faces， which I had not seen for a long time． “Huang Feiyan．” The two classrooms， one in Nanning， Guangxi and the other in Hanoi， Vietnam， where I was， became quiet for two seconds． “Present！” I answered loudly， as if my voice could carry to the other end of the classroom．
Although I listened to every class， I could neither participate in the class nor answer questions， and of course， not respond to the teacher’s roll call since it is not an online class． Everyone in the classroom knows this， so I am not usually called during the class． But my teacher aimed to make me feel that I was still together with them in this way． What the teacher doesn’t know is that on this side of the internet， I can’t help but have a sour nose．．．
Among all the teachers I have met， Mr． Chen was the first to write personally to every student in the class． When I was particularly at a loss about my future， Chen’s letter came with his warm care and encouragement． “Believe in yourself． There is always a reward for your efforts，” “how you plan in the future， we will discuss it，” “I will provide as much help as I can，” “Learn something， use your ability to serve the society and realize your life value．”
I think all the luck I had saved for more than 20 years was spent on the day I met them． Fate is really amazing that I was fortunate to meet such sincere friends and teachers in China． For more than a year， the phrase I can say to them most is “thank you，” but “thank you” can never express the gratitude and love I felt at heart． I imagine the day when I return to school， I will hug each of them to express feelings that no word can express．
Two years ago， my classmates and I agreed that I would teach them to make Vietnamese spring rolls and they would teach me to make Chinese dumplings on an upcoming spring outing． Such a simple promise is hard to fulfill now． The last sentence of each chat， “come back early” and “pay attention to safety．” We still have a lot to do together and realize our dreams together before graduation． We are far away from each other， but we always miss each other in our hearts． We hope everyone is safe and look forward to the time of meeting， like lovers． In the past， I couldn’t wait to return home from vacation and reunite with my family． However， during the years of living and studying in China， I subconsciously regarded Guangxi University for Nationalities as another home， where there are my “parents”， my “brothers and sisters”， my pride and my youth． I will turn this missing into a driving force for fighting， so that when we meet again， we can see each other better．
