C26 Chapter Chapter 26

Say goodbye to Brian. I brought Blondie to the Barca Pier.

I just told Bryan that I still have something to do, so I found an excuse. Actually, Today, I have finished my field work. The embassy work, There's field work, there's field work, there's field work, there's field work, of course there's also documents. The documents could not be done today. The fieldwork could not be done either. The fieldwork was done. I can't go back to the embassy. There's still a lot of time left to wear down. What was interesting was that in English, the word 'kill' was used to describe the time. The meaning of kill was to kill, slaughter, and kill. Slaying cows, slaughtering sheep, slaughtering pigs, chopping chickens. They were all using Killl. It could be seen that dealing with time also required a lot of effort, just like dealing with livestock. A Kills said that it was not easy to wear down time. This was the feeling I had that day.

At the Bay, there was a small bay. Countless fishing boats were parked in the bay. The fishing boats were small, only slightly bigger than a plank. The bow of the boat was slightly raised. On both sides of the boat, there was a large eye. It was unknown which god's eye it belonged to. It was said that the big eye was used to drive ghosts away from evil. The fishermen left late and returned early. It was close to noon. The fishermen all went back to rest, leaving only the empty boat in the bay.

On the pier. I'm the only one. I looked at the small empty fishing boats swaying on the surface of the sea, and my heart seemed to shake along with them.

When I'm alone, thinking about things is the greatest form of entertainment.

I thought of Liu Yang. Liu Yang should be home by now, right? Liu Yang should be reunited with his family? Reuniting was a blissful feeling. When I sent Liu Yang away, I had a strong urge to return home. I wanted to return with Liu Yang and reunite with my family. No matter how far the journey was, as long as I walked on the road back home, I would always be able to return home.

Ever since I left my hometown and went to university, I have been walking further and further away. I'm also getting further and further away from home. Not only is the road far away, the time between me and home is also getting longer and longer. This time, when they went abroad, I haven't returned to the country for more than two years. If not for the fact that I was ordered to come to Yoshido, I could have returned to the country for a vacation no matter what. Now, Returning to my country for a vacation has become a long way to go. I don't know how long I have to wait. Perhaps three years have passed. Maybe even longer.

Three years means three 365 days, totaling up to 1095 days. In other words, It has been almost 1000 days, but I didn't go home. . . I didn't have a reunion with my family. I know, for me and my colleagues, Three years isn't much, it's still a long way from the historical record. In history, Those who stayed overseas for the longest period of six years did not return home.

I really want to go home as soon as possible. My father is already old and has been suffering from illness. Every time I return home, I must go and visit his old man. Every time I see my father, he becomes even older. I know in my heart: I don't have many chances to meet my father. I hope to see him again at least once. But that's not up to me. Ambassador Juhua has already said, There's no one to find Jido for the time being. If I can't find him, it means that I won't be able to return to the country for a vacation. I still have to continue staying in Jido.

The sun seems to be no longer moving and has been hanging high in the sky. There is not a single cloud in the sky, the sky is like a transparent jade, boring and beautiful. The sunlight was unblockable. Rays of hot light shot down from the sky. The yellow hair was afraid of the heat. He had hidden under an egg tree a long time ago.

"Yellow hair, you know how to find a place. " I said to the blondie. Even though he was hiding under the shade of the tree, Blondie stuck out his tongue and panted heavily.

I followed Blondie and hid under the egg tree. Sitting on the grass under the shade of the tree, I suddenly felt much cooler. In the tropical climate, the temperature under the sun and under the shade of a tree could be very different.

Juhua has sent me to Gido for two missions. One is to build the building, and the other is something he didn't say. When I received the mission regarding RH International's annual meeting, I thought that was my second task. It doesn't look like it now. RH International's annual meeting is held every year, although it's hard to work, But it is not special. I always feel that the second task should be a very special task. What exactly is it? I don't know, nor can I ask. I can't ask. I can only wait. I said to myself, what I have to do now. . . I need to do what I'm doing right now. What I have at hand is the matters of the medical team and the hospital, as well as some medical equipment and equipment that need to be handed over.

He was a bit hungry. I took out the canned food, leftovers, and cucumbers that I brought from the car. I ate a little and also gave some to Blondie for lunch.

Jido is indeed not a paradise. I was first injured by a motorcycle, and now there's a bomb exploding near the embassy. My reaction to the bomb was more surprised. Not fear. In that era, there were riots everywhere in the world. Rebels often occurred, and the sound of gunfire never stopped. For us diplomats, Gunshots, cannons, bombs are not unfamiliar. In my opinion, other than the soldiers, The one closest to the guns and cannons is our diplomat.

I remember when I first entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I heard a big envoy tell me about his personal experience. . . For the first time, I understood what it meant to go through life and death. When the senior envoy was in office, there was a response to the invitation from the king of the country. He brought a young translator to the palace to attend the New Year's reception. No one would have thought that. . . The New Year's banquet became a coup site. The rebel army charged into the magnificent banquet hall, charging at the high-ranking officials and dignitaries invited by the king. The various high officials and high officials fired indiscriminately. The guests in front fell down in rows. The old ambassador fought a war and was a general in the army. He immediately realized that the situation was not good and quickly pressed down the translation. They laid down on the floor together. Later, he took advantage of the chaos and crawled along the wall, escaping from a hole in the wall created by the rebel army. When he returned to the embassy, he found that the two of them were covered in other people's blood. The boss used the experience he had accumulated in the rain of bullets to save his life, and also saved the translator's life.

I also thought of a story that was similarly magical. I have a colleague. He is at least 20 years younger than me, and we often chat together. There is a gap in his right ear. Sometimes. . . He would smile and show us his missing ear. He told us that he was shot by a bullet. He said, The first time he left the country, there was a coup in the country. The embassy was located between the government forces and the rebels. Between the ceasefire, He was ordered to observe the situation in the courtyard. As soon as he walked out of the building, a gunshot rang out. He felt like he was tripped by something, and his face fell to the ground. He lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found that his right ear had been shot. The other colleagues at the embassy quickly sent him to the hospital. The doctor simply treated the wound on his ear. With tetanus.

"Just a little bit more," the doctor said. Every time he talked about that experience, his colleagues would be very glad. They would use their big fingers and index fingers to compare the approximate distance between their ears and their heads. " It's just that little bit. Otherwise, I would be dead. "

We all sighed at how he survived a great disaster, as if God had helped him. Including himself. However, even more miraculous things happened twenty years later. That colleague participated in the annual physical examination organized by the organization. When he did X-ray vision, the doctor found that there was a shadow in his lungs. He asked him to do a follow-up check. He found that it was a foreign object. The doctor decided to operate on him. In the end, he took out a bullet from his lungs. Over twenty years. He never knew that not only had he been shot in the ear. The bullet had sunk deep into his lungs. It had remained there.

We listened to these stories and stayed abroad.

I need to find a place to relieve myself. In the morning, I was looking for blondie again, and I encountered a bomb again. I haven't had the time to settle a big matter in a day. I thought about it and the best place to go is the airport. Coincidentally, I can go and see if there are any shipping goods for me. Every few days, I will receive some documents sent to me by the country. Including movies, magazines and so on.

"Blondie, let's go to the airport," I said to Blondie.

I was lucky. The first two times I stayed abroad, No war. The most dangerous thing was that I encountered an attempted coup, and I only heard a few gunshots from afar. Thinking back, At that time, there was a strange excitement in his blood. That excitement was filled with anticipation and worry. What was there to look forward to, and what was there to worry about? If he said it, it would definitely be unbelievable. I look forward to a real gunfight. I'm also worried that it's not a real gunfight. I heard that the government forces soon suppressed the rebels and took control of the situation. I was even a little disappointed, feeling that I had lost a chance to personally experience the baptism of war. I have not truly become a diplomat of the Phoenix Nirvana. For a long period of time after that, I was afraid that I would actually have such a crazy idea.

I didn't think that I would encounter a bomb at such a close distance with Gido. I don't know if the bomb was really left behind in the past. Of course, that was a possibility. But there's another possibility, the bomb was planted by someone. According to the western "conspiracy theory," I was hit by a motorcycle, it must be a conspiracy. . . The purpose is to give me a warning and make me back out. Withdraw from Jido. Pushing it down along this logic, then. . . This time's bomb explosion might also be aimed at me. It was another incident that someone had planned after discovering that the motorcycle incident had not reached the expected effect. If Yellow Hair did not come back in time, I would also suspect that the disappearance of Yellow Hair was part of the conspiracy.

I hope that my analysis and reasoning are all wrong, but the possibility of conspiracy theories cannot be ruled out. I will guard Yoshido by myself, I cannot not have the heart to guard against others. I have thought it through, no matter what conspiracy it is, I can't be scared away. But regarding the bomb incident, I still need to send a formal photo to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I'm deeply concerned about the embassy's property and personal safety. This kind of official document must be done.

Jido Airport's terminal was a little crude, but the washroom was very clean. After going to the washroom, I went to the shipping office to ask, there is no embassy shipping mail there. I looked at my watch, It's past 2: 00 PM. I think that I should have "killed" for a long time outside and the bombs should have already been eliminated. I've decided to return to the embassy.

I drove to the iron bridge and found that Charlie was still standing guard there. Charlie stopped my car and told me that the bomb hasn't been checked and that I can't go back to the embassy yet. Helpless, I had no choice but to turn the car around and drive back.

"Blondie, we can't go home yet. We still have to wander around," I said to Blondie.

Blondie half-squatted in the passenger seat and looked forward as if he was thinking about something and ignored me.

"Don't ask me where I came from, my hometown is far away, why am I wandering, wandering far away, wandering. . . " I suddenly thought of those lyrics, and couldn't help but snort.