C43 Chapter 43

In the evening, the sun in the west is hanging over the fence, and the shadow of the fence is almost covering the yard. In the shadow of the fence wall, blondie lies beside me.

I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and blew a smoke ring upwards. The smoke ring started to be the size of a mouth. It slowly spread out, then spread out, and finally disappeared into the air.

When Balls went out to sea and met his demise, I was sad, depressed, and guilty. These feelings were repeatedly entangled, making me feel even more sad, depressed, and guilty. I started smoking again. I learned how to smoke when I was on the farm. Depression and smoking must have something to do with it.

I thought back to what Balls said to me. Balls mentioned that I was hit by a motorcycle and that someone wanted to come to Gildo but was rejected. The words that Balls handed to me were very simple. I understand what he meant. He was reminding me to be careful. It was obvious that. . . My situation is still dangerous, someone is still secretly watching me, They are looking for a chance to compete with us for Gido. I thought of the undercurrents in the reef bay, the rising and falling of the tides. It never stopped.

Thinking of the reef bay, it reminded me of the sea.

"I'm sure that I don't get along with the Sea Dragon King's eight characters. " I took a puff of smoke and blew out a smoke ring. Then, I said to the yellow hair, "I like the sea, but the sea definitely doesn't like me. Do you know. . . The first time I went out to sea on a boat, I vomited so much that I almost fell into the sea. "

Of course the blondie didn't know. It was lying beside me, looking at me foolishly.

The first time I went out to sea on a boat was at Kibbe. That time, I was entrusted by Ambassador Juhua to attend a small Japanese development conference at the William Islands. There were representatives from international organizations and diplomats from Kiebi attending the conference. The William Islands were far from Kiebi Island. Because there were a lot of people going there, small planes couldn't be loaded, so they could only take a boat.

We are going on a freighter. Kibi has informed us that they have specially arranged a boat. Send us to the William Islands. When they boarded the ship, they found out that the ship they were talking about. . . It wasn't as though the facilities were perfect as they had imagined, there was a restaurant. . . There was a passenger ship with rooms, but an ordinary cargo ship. There were dozens of mattress on the deck, it seemed like they wanted us to pave the floor.

I hesitated. I can't recall when I had laid the floor. It should have been in middle school. The school organized a training session.

"Come with me. Someone spoke behind me, turned around and saw that it was Kieby Foreign Office's John. I've dealt with John a few times.

I smiled gratefully at John and followed him inside.

John brought me to a room in the cabin and said to me, "Mr. Zhong, there's an empty bed in there. Why don't you stay here?"

I took a look and saw that there were a total of three bunk beds and six beds in the room. One of the lower bunk beds was still empty. After thanking John, he entered the room and greeted the other guests before finding a place to put his luggage.

After settling down, a man and a woman came to the door. They looked in and saw that the room was already full. They walked away while muttering. After a while, there was an argument on the deck outside. He looked towards the source of the sound. It was still the man and woman arguing with John. After a while, I saw the two of them leave the cargo ship angrily with their luggage and board the shore.

"What happened to them?" When John walked past me, I asked.

"They don't want to sleep on the floor, but there are no empty beds in the room," John said.

"Oh, I see," I said.

"It's always like that. We can't reserve a room for them," John said.

"Yes, so they won't be going?" I asked. John's words make sense. Such a condition, if left to whoever, others would be unhappy. They could only come first.

"Probably," John said.

I didn't say anything else. Those two must have felt that the boat was too crowded and dirty. When I first got on the ship, I was shocked when I saw the appearance of the ship. Fortunately, John helped me find a bed, so I didn't have to go to the deck to sleep on the floor.

The room was very hot. I walked out of the cabin and watched the ship leave the dock. This is my first time sailing on a ship. I'm still a little excited. At first, I stared at the sea in front of me. When I looked back at the pier, the ship had already left the coast for some distance. Gradually, The coastline was getting further and further away, gradually disappearing on the intersection line between the sky and the sea. This is the first time I feel what the vast sea is. I sat on a passenger ship in a great river and a great river. Sitting on the passenger ship in the river. The shore is always in front of you, high and low in distance. The scenery is different. With the shore in front of you, you can be at ease. And now. . . The shore was gone, and he could only see the horizon. The endless waves of the sea makes my heart empty. Not only is my heart empty, It was as if he had stepped on empty air. In the mountains, no matter if you were lost in the mountains or in the forests, You would always be down-to-earth. In the sea, it was different. When you're on a boat, the boat is bumpy and wobbly. You can only shake along with the boat.

With this thought, the wind started to blow on the surface of the sea. The sea water that was still calm a moment ago suddenly started to surge. I suddenly thought of the saying, 'the waves and the clouds are strange'. This proverb. . . We often use it when we write articles. I've seen the strange clouds in the mountains, and now I'm finally beginning to experience the waves of the sea. The waves of the sea are as unpredictable as the clouds in the mountains. They change just like that. The waves were getting stronger and stronger, and the freighter was shaking more and more violently. He could feel the boat climbing to the top of the waves, and then falling into the valley. The waves were rolling and crashing. The seawater splashed and splashed all over my body. I can't stay on the deck anymore. I stumbled back to my room. When I left just now, the people inside were still chatting passionately. Now, it was completely silent. I supported myself against the wall of the cabin, and with great difficulty, I placed myself on the floor. The boat shook. The frequency and range were increasing, and I felt a bit uncomfortable in my stomach. The things in my stomach started to churn.

I realized that I was seasick. Before this, my antecedental function had never gone wrong. I'm not seasick, I don't get airsick, and I never get seasick. Looks like I won't be able to escape this time. The soreness in his stomach kept climbing up. Like waves of the sea, wave after wave, I bear with it. I press down hard again and again, pushing it down and flipping it up again and again. Someone in the cabin started to vomit. Spitting up seemed to be contagious as well. When there was a beginning, there would be one. Until the entire cabin. I finally couldn't help but climb up from my bed. I stumbled and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

This is the first time I know that once you start to throw up, when you start to get seasick. . . It will never end. It takes a day and night to travel to the William Islands by boat. I originally wanted to make use of the time I have to travel by boat. . . I thought about the speech I made during the meeting. But now, it is impossible to do so. I ate, threw up, and ate. After vomiting all the way, not only did I feel like all my internal organs had been vomited out. There were a few times when there was indeed a strong bitter taste in my mouth, which was bile. I vomited until the bile came out. I couldn't sleep well either. I really didn't have anything to throw up, and I really didn't have any strength. Only then would he be able to sleep for a while.

When I finally leave the freighter and step onto the pier of William Island, I am already extremely weak. It is as if I have just suffered from a serious illness and I am drifting as I walk. In the next two days, whether it was a tour or a meeting, I seemed to be sleepwalking.

I don't know why the blondie called out twice, but it gave me a fright and interrupted my memories. A few turtledoves came to the grass patch in the courtyard, and the yellow-haired man chased after them. The turtledoves jumped into the distance, and the yellow-haired man chased after them. The yellow hair was playing his game of chasing birds again.

The meeting was dull, boring, tedious, and long-winded. I was a little sleepy. I forced myself to stay awake. At the meeting, I had a speech. We need to explain our stance on the development of the small island nation. There is also a task, which is to ensure that the meeting does not have people and topics that are detrimental to our country. Visiting can be used for sleepwalking. Meeting can't be a small task. I took out the cooling oil that I brought along with me from my pocket and rubbed my temples. I feel a little better.

This is a meeting about development, everyone is talking about development. But I can tell, Other than those who have no objections to the word "development," the rest. . . For example, who should develop and how to develop. . . They all said their own words. I suddenly thought of the Prince and Poor written by Mark Twain. This discovery instantly brought me to my senses. I carefully listened to everyone's speech at the meeting and roughly divided them into two groups. One group was the prince, and the other group was the poor. The poor wanted to live the life of the Prince. As for the prince, he longed for the life of the poor. Mark Twain waved his pen. He turned the prince in the book into a poor child, and the poor child into a prince. An interesting story unfolded just like that. Unfortunately, life in reality was different, a prince and a poor child would not exchange. Thus, The prince and the poor would never be able to reach an agreement on whether to develop or not.

Of course, my speech is quite poor. Standing on the Prince's side, there is a man and a woman. The man says that he came from Country P, The woman was a representative of an international organization. I saw that they looked familiar, like the two people who got on the boat and got off the boat. Didn't they get off the boat? Why would they appear at the venue? I find it unbelievable. After the meeting, I asked John, and John told me. . . They didn't take a boat, they took a plane.

They would think of a way, but I cursed them in my heart. I suddenly remembered that the person who represented Country P at the meeting was Brown.

"Yes, it should be Brown," I blurted out. The blonde heard my voice and thought that I was calling it. He stopped and turned around to look at me.

Yes, it should be the representative of Country P in Jido, Brown. I say, I think he looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him before. So it was on William Island. At that time, Brown didn't have a gills beard. He looked young and wasn't as fat as he was now. Foreigners did not have beards, especially beards. They were not the same person.

Alright, next time I see Brown, I'll see him again. I will know. I had a confrontation with him a few years ago.

The sun had fallen under the fence wall, and the sky was about to turn dark. I lit another cigarette. I quit smoking a few times and picked it up again as if it never broke in the middle.

The meeting finally ended, and now I only need to board the boat and return to Kirby. We spent a total of two days on William Island. The living conditions on the island are limited. We can only attend meetings on the island during the day and stay on the boat at night. The ship is parked in the outer seas. We'll be transported back and forth by the small boat. The small boat needs to pass through a lake-like lake, called Lagon. Outside the lake was a circle of coral reefs. Only a gap was left. It was said that John had used explosives to blow it up. When everything was calm and peaceful, The lake was extremely beautiful, like a blue mirror shining. The boat traveled on the surface of the lake, as if it was floating in the air without any support. It is the most beautiful memory of my trip to William Island.

John and I were the last to board the boat. The first few batches had successfully arrived at the freighter, and the boat had returned to pick us up. We just boarded the boat and left the shore, A fierce wind suddenly blew on the surface of the lake, and the coconut tree leaves that were swaying gently just now. . . They started to flap crazily in the wind. The small boat was a mobile boat. When it approached the gap, The power was completely neutralized by the wind. The small boat could only be manipulated by the wind and waves. It would be thrown to the tip of the waves later. Sometimes, it would be thrown back to the bottom of the wave. Sometimes I am thrown from the bow of the boat to the stern, and sometimes I am thrown back to the bow of the boat. Everyone on the ship was like a rubber ball, moving back and forth on the ship. Using both hands and feet, it was hard to tell what posture they were in. They used their last bit of reason to dodge each other, and sometimes they would still bump into each other. I try to use both hands to tightly hold onto the boat gang. At this moment. . . A huge wave came crashing down, and my hands loosened. My body couldn't help but be thrown into the air.

I think this time, I will definitely be thrown out of the boat. I don't know if I will live or die. Suddenly, I felt someone pull me hard. I fell back into the boat. Just like that, I was thrown up and down by the waves countless times. Only then did the boat sail out of the hole. When it sailed out of the gap, the waves became smaller. The small boat also stabilized. I just realized that my face and arms were bleeding at some point in time.

"Are you alright? Mr. Zhong," I heard John asking.

"I'm fine," I said. I only realized now that the one who pulled me was John.

I vomited all the way back.

"Sigh, Blondie. Looks like I really have no fate with the sea. " I said to Blondie.

The sky had already turned completely dark. I got up and returned to my room.