Bungee Jumping/C8 Chapter 8
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C8 Chapter 8

Becca is the capital of a country. It is very difficult to connect with any capital I have seen before. In my diplomatic career, I have been a diplomatic messenger for a few years. I've been to many countries, I've seen the capital of dozens of big and small countries. But this is the first time I've seen a capital like Lucas. When it came to Kibbe. . . In my opinion, the capital of Kirby can only be considered a small county in our hometown, and it's even a small county in the mountains. At most, Lucas can only be considered a small town. No, it's a small fishing town. There was a small market and a few old shops. They could only buy the most Basic goods, and many of them couldn't be bought even if they wanted to.

Luckily, there was still some at the post office, Lucas. This is very important to me. Before the 1990's, Our diplomats' letters were sent back and forth by diplomatic messengers. In that era, diplomats should be the most popular guests in the embassy. I was a messenger, I was in charge of delivering messengers at the embassy. The messenger came once a month. The day the messenger came was a festival for everyone in the embassy. No matter when the messenger arrived, no matter how late it was, From the embassy to the ambassador to the driver, Everyone will wait patiently and anxiously. Once the messenger arrives, everyone will come out to welcome him. It was like welcoming a hero from Victorious Return. It was true. Heroes were sometimes very simple. It's just that it can satisfy a certain amount of your needs. What the messenger can satisfy is the need for us to communicate with our relatives. Everyone in the embassy will more or less receive letters, and some will receive more letters. Some with fewer people. The person who received the most letters would be the most proud and would often be envied by others. At most, I received 18 letters at once. Some came from home, some from my classmates. Some were from my former colleagues, and of course, there were also letters from Lu Shuqin. But that kind of glory was not often seen. Under normal circumstances, I only received letters from Lu Shuqin and my family. In the 1990s, the messenger no longer sends personal emails. It was true that he shouldn't have sent any more private emails. His original method of doing things had changed. It became directly sent through the post office. The diplomats had been looking forward to the messengers from the beginning, but now they were running the post office from time to time.

When I get to Lucas, I'll naturally go to the post office first. I sent a letter to Lu Shuqin. The letter had been written a few days ago, but because I was busy preparing for the reception. . . He hadn't been able to send it in time. I told Lu Shuqin in the letter that I have arrived at Gido. Everything has been settled. Please rest assured at home. I also wrote a detailed address of my address in Gido in the letter. The previous letter to Lu Shuqin. It was sent from Kibi. I told her that I was going to be stationed in Gido and that I had her wait for my letter. There will be a new address in the letter. I was afraid that Lu Shuqin would be worried, so I didn't tell her in the letter that I came to Jido alone. I was the only one in the embassy. I didn't want her to worry. For many years, I wrote to Lu Shuqin: I've long developed a habit of writing to my family. It is to report good news but not worry. Indeed, it is not easy for Lu Shuqin to take care of her child alone at home. I can't pass my pressure on her anymore. Actually, I know that Lu Shuqin used the same method when she sent me a letter. I can only report the good news and not the bad. I really can't take it anymore. She would only complain once or twice, but that was very rare. During the days when I was stationed abroad, I know that Lu Shuqin gradually became strong.

After leaving the post office, I went to the market. The Bakas market is mainly for seafood. That's right, Gido's specialty is to rely on the sea to eat. The market was filled with seafood. They were all fishermen who had just returned early in the morning, fresh and attractive. And the price was cheap. It seemed like you were tempted by them. I bought two locally liked red fish. This fish looked a bit like a big yellow flower, and its scales were dark pink in color. So it's called red fish. I wanted to buy some pork, but after a few rounds, I still couldn't find it. I asked the people in the market, and they all said that there wasn't any. I could only give up. He wanted to buy vegetables, but he found that there were only a few tubers. . . We don't have the Ye Zicai we like at all. I could only buy some potatoes and tomatoes. After leaving the market, I went to the grocery store to buy some daily necessities.

After buying, it was already noon. I thought about going to the Sea Grape Hotel to see Brian. By the way, I wanted to thank him for his help these few days, so I thought about going to see him at mealtime. It was rude, so I gave up on that idea. He walked back. It was the darkest time of the Jido sun, shining on his body. It was as if he was going to roast him. I'll try to find a place with shade. Even so, it didn't take long for me to be drenched in sweat. I went all the way to rest. Finally, I saw the iron bridge from afar. When I saw the iron bridge, I was almost home. Once he crossed the iron bridge, After a small slope, he would arrive at the embassy.

Walking to the end of the bridge, I heard the sound of a motor behind me, It came from afar. I could tell that it was the sound of a motorcycle, but I didn't take it seriously at first. Just like in other places in the world, Most of the people riding motorcycles in Gido were young people who liked to show off in the city. I don't like motorcycles. I have never had a good impression of motorcycles. In Jido, I seem to hate motorcycles even more. The noise from the motorcycle was loud. It often shattered the peace on the island.

The sound of the motor on the motorcycle was getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer. I subconsciously felt a threat. The motorcycle seems to be charging towards me. I instinctively moved to the side of the bridge, trying to turn my head to see what was going on. At that moment, the motorcycle charged straight at me. I couldn't dodge in time and was knocked down to the ground.

I lost consciousness.

I didn't know how much time had passed before I slowly woke up. When I woke up, I found a few people surrounding me. They were all Jido locals. I felt dizzy and reached out to touch my head. There was a bump on my head, but it was not broken. There was no blood. I stretched out my hand and legs, and found that my left and left legs were in great pain. I wanted to sit up. But I couldn't sit up. I struggled a few times. My body still didn't listen to my commands. A few kind-hearted Jido people came forward to help and helped me sit up. I lowered my head to take a look. I found that my left knee and left arm were broken and stained with blood. There was even sand on my skin. I reached out and carefully touched them. Just as I touched them. . . I felt a bone-piercing pain. The things I bought, including the two red fish, were scattered all over the floor.

"What do you mean?" I opened my mouth and asked. But I realized that my mouth opened, but my voice didn't come out.

"Was I hit by a motorcycle just now?" I endured the pain and tried again. This time, I finally made a sound.

"Yeah," someone replied.

"Then, what about the motorcycle?" I asked.

"It's gone, it escaped," it was still the voice of that person.

"Then what did you see the person riding the motorcycle look like?" I asked again.

The Jido people shook their heads at the same time. I remembered that before I was knocked down, I looked back and saw that the person riding the motorcycle was wearing a helmet. I couldn't see his face clearly.

"Did you see the license plate?" I asked again.

"The motorcycles here don't need a license plate. " Someone told me.

I was speechless. With the help of the Jido people, I struggled to stand up.

"Do you want me to send you to the hospital?" Someone asked.

"No need," I waved my hand as I spoke and pointed to the front. There were only a few steps left. No matter what, I could walk home by myself, I think.

Just as I tried to step forward, a heart-piercing pain spread throughout my entire body. I helplessly realized that I couldn't walk at all.

"Why don't I use the car to carry you back?" Among the Jido people surrounding me, Someone was riding a domestic bicycle. Seeing that I couldn't walk, he offered to carry me home with his bike.

This time, I nodded my head and didn't refuse. I don't have anyone else to help me, I'm the only one in the embassy. I can only rely on the help of the locals.

A few Gido people help me pick up the things scattered on the ground, including the two red fish, and give them to me. I carefully took the items and sat in the backseat of the bicycle. The kind-hearted Jido pushed the bicycle and sent me all the way back to the embassy.

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