C54 Chapter 54

Drink the herbs Brian gave me, my illness slowly gets better. Two days later, my illness is almost fully recovered. I can go to the courtyard to take a walk.

The sun was a bit glaring. I used my hand to block it for a bit before I gradually adapted to the strong light unique to the tropical environment. I glanced around. The courtyard, which was filled with lush vegetation, didn't seem to have changed. The trees were still the same. King Brown, coconut tree. The mangrove trees and other trees of various sizes. Not a single one was missing. The fence wall was still the same fence wall. The shell path was still the same shell path, only the grass had just been trimmed. I can clearly smell the fragrance of the grass drifting along with the wind. Brian asked someone to cut the grass. After returning from Red Fish Island, I haven't had time to tidy up the courtyard, and now it's clean.

The birds chirped loudly in the courtyard. A pair of macaw green parrots stood on top of the coconut tree, talking to each other. The organ birds of several colors were chattering among the mango trees, snatching food. There were also two pairs of pigeon pigeons. No, they were turtledoves, looking for food calmly on the grass. If the yellow-haired man was here, these turtledoves would definitely be chased until they didn't know whether to jump or fly.

I thought of Yellow Hair again. Since Yellow Hair isn't here, the game between Yellow Hair and the turtledoves will no longer be played.

After Yellow Hair left that day, he never came back. Brian promised to find it for me. But he never found it. Brian said that blondie was most likely kidnapped. They slaughtered him and ate him. I was very angry when I heard that. I never scold people. This time, I can't help but scold Brian for being heartless. He was able to say something like that. The fat sister-in-law came to smooth things over and said that she wanted me to adopt another Labrador. Anyway, she still has a few more Labrador, so I rejected her without thinking. I don't believe that blondie will leave just like that. The blondie must still be there. In some corner of the island. I must get it back.

I sat under the King Brown Tree. So when I was sitting under the tree and thinking about something, the blondie would lie beside me. Right now, I'm the only one left. I can't see the blondie, I can't hear the blondie's cries, and I can't see the blondie talking.

Damnit! I swore in my heart. I don't know which wicked fellow took my yellow hair away.

A gentle breeze blew over and the King's brown leaves rustled.

I originally thought that I was a person who could endure loneliness. This seems to be a sentence from a writer. Now I know, I'm not. I always thought that. . . Because of the special profession of diplomacy, I've trained myself into a person who is impervious to swords and spears, I could bear all the pain, all the pain. . . Enduring all the loneliness and loneliness. I have always been so confident, after coming to Gido, I still think the same. Even after going through so many dangers, it was almost certain death. I never gave in, never lowered my head. But after getting sick this time, I know that I am not such a person.

I thought of the time when I first arrived in Gido, when I was busy opening the school and the novelty drove me. . . My life was rather quick and fulfilling. After that, I went through a period of platforms. Exhaustion period. One person's work, one person's life, In this person's embassy, day after day passed. . . Yesterday was today's repeat, and tomorrow wouldn't make too much of a difference. Sometimes, I would think that in the same day, I'm familiar with the life in my hometown in the mountains. I'm familiar with the life in my hometown. I tried my best to adapt to the unfamiliar Gido life. Life in different places, be it rhythm or content. . . There is actually such a huge difference. Really, it was the same day.

Turning around, I thought, I didn't know that in the past four to five months in Gido. . . How did I manage to make it through? I've been working hard. Yes, I'm a Wok Holyc, I'm a workaholic. A person's embassy always has something to do. . . When there was no big deal, There are also many small things to be busy with. No one will fight with me over these trivial matters. I am the only one who will do it. When there's something I need to do, I'm excited. I like to be busy. Busy. A little less lonely. Time passes faster.

It's fine during the day, but I fear the night the most. The long night is long. How can I waste my time? Jido didn't have a television. He only had a radio. The radio station would only broadcast it for two hours sooner or later. Once night fell, loneliness, boredom, boredom. I will spend a long time reading under the light. Reply. Next is reading the newspaper, browsing the title. Then read the content carefully. The newspapers he received were all expired, often a few weeks later. But I will tirelessly read them one by one, over and over again. Until a new newspaper arrives, Only then will I put away the old newspaper. On a night without mail, I will go to the courtyard to look at the stars. Look at the moon. After reading enough, I will return to the house. He stared blankly at the phone. I looked at the phone and hoped that the phone would ring. Someone can talk. When I have something to say, I will call Ju Hua. But the chances of him talking to the ambassador can be counted on one hand. More often than not, The phone just sits there quietly, I look at it, It looked at me. Ever since I had blondie, blondie has been with me. Staring at the phone.

The big brown hair made a rustling sound. I looked up and saw that the huge leaves on the top of the tree were shaking vigorously in the wind, as if they were about to fall.

Living abroad might be even more lonely than living alone in the country. That was a sentence that the American writer Thoreau had said in Lake Walden. When he had read it back then, I have never left the country in college. I couldn't truly understand the meaning of this sentence. Now, not only have I comprehended the concept within. . . I have even deeply experienced the loneliness and loneliness of diplomats that Thoreau has yet to experience. This loneliness and loneliness was different from ordinary people. When I read some of the diplomats' memorials, I already found out. Maybe someone else reads these memorials. . . What they read is the diplomats' toasts, bright and beautiful. . . Or the verbal swords, the thrill of the hunt, What I read is loneliness. I always thought that loneliness was the most appropriate way to summarize the essential characteristics of diplomacy. The loneliness of diplomats is in their bones. It can't be found in any literary work, even in the tens of thousands of Tang poems and Song poems. The work they were doing was always mysterious to the outside world. Therefore, no one could share their loneliness. There were some things that they could never say to others. No matter how many friends they had, no matter how close they were to each other. This sense of loneliness would not lessen much. Sometimes, when I return to my hometown, Being surrounded by my family, I will feel a long-lost familial love. This familial love can more or less comfort my heart that has been barren for a long time. But even at such a time. . . That kind of familiar yet unfamiliar loneliness will still strike me from time to time.

This loneliness reached its peak when one was sick. If you want to classify loneliness, I think. . . Nothing is better than living alone abroad and then falling ill in bed. No one by your side makes me feel even more lonely. This time, lying on the hospital bed, I am trapped in this kind of extreme and hopeless loneliness. In my despair, I can no longer tolerate this solitary loneliness. I just want to escape. I don't even care what kind of method I use, nor do I care what kind of outcome it will be. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave Yoshido alive.

I had a dream. I dreamed that I would go bungee jumping with Brian. That dream was very realistic. I dreamt that I was flying freely in the air like a bird, surrounded by a kind of relaxation, joy, and relief that I had never experienced before. But unfortunately, That was just a dream. At the end of the dream, I fell from the sky like a broken feather. I fell heavily onto the ground. After waking up from the dream, I lay on the bed in a daze for a long time.

Now, the illness in my body is slowly getting better, but the illness in my heart has fallen.

I miss blondie again. Sigh, if blondie was here, at least I would have a companion and a naggy partner. I've decided to look for blondie again. I drove around Gido Island and searched everywhere I could, but I didn't see Blondie. I searched for a few days, but I still couldn't find Blondie.