Qiao Fei
I put down the phone and felt a bit dazed.
Jiayang was on the other side of the world, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what he looked like.
I now live in the international student dormitory of the university town, with one room per person, complete with en-suite bathroom and a small electric stove, and communal showers on each floor.
I opened a bank account, received my first month's scholarship, and couldn't find a Chinese SIM card for sale in Montpellier. I bought one from a Chinese student who returned from Marseille. The first call I made was to him, and before we got ten sentences deep, Jiayang said he had documents to read and hung up.
The computer voice notification said, "Your call duration was 1 minute 25 seconds."
Looking at the 85-minute phone card in my hand with a monkey face on it, I didn't know who else to call with the remaining time.
