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author be like black people? robbers. Chinese? good. Canada? Literally the US

<h2 style="text-align: left;">Chapter 88: Foreign Land </h2><div><div>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255</div><div>This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.</div></div>After she sent the text message, Qi Yan held the phone for a long time without moving, her eyes gradually fogged up.As the saying goes, the more you love, the easier it is to be hurt. The words of the argument that day often linger in her ears. Even when she comes to the true "ends of the earth", she always inadvertently thinks of it. Every time she thinks about it, her heart hurts once moreBut she knew that she had already forgiven Lu Zhiqiao.This lingering feeling might just be sulking, maybe a fuss because of not being able to eat candy, maybe it is still feeling that something is missing, but no matter what, they will eventually come to each other.It's just that she didn't expect that at this juncture, she would be cowardly - a word that had never appeared in the dictionary of her life repeatedly hit her heart.Because of fear and cowardice, she didn't dare to step forward, even if Lu Zhiqiao walked towards her, she couldn't help but want to back away.Is this really her?She used to flirt with women unscrupulously in bars, she who boldly flirted with Lu Zhiqiao, and she who "played like a hooligan" all the time, all disappeared one by one. Like peeling off the skin of the camouflage, layer upon layer, finally revealing the one hidden inside.Just like the way Lu Zhiqiao said "I like you" with her own mouth that day, but she also talked about a lot of her shortcomings, and resisted to retreat. She was finally able to understand that feeling.This time she came out to relax, because she wanted to get back the feeling of fearlessness she used to have. She can accept that she has a cowardly side, but she can't allow herself to be so cowardly.The fog in her eyes cleared.Qi Yan saw the blue sky, white houses, secluded paths, groups of penguins on the beach, and whales jumping out of the water in the bay to take a breath, and her vision gradually became clearer.She took a long breath, picked up the coffee and drank it, got up to pack the camera and luggage, and prepared to go to the next city.….Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255<div>This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.</div>In July and August, it is winter in South Africa, and the average temperature of more than ten degrees is not too cold.The sky is as blue as an oil painting, rare, clean and pure, and the air is transparent. Walking in the suburbs, you can see groups of zebras walking leisurely.At around 3 pm, Qi Yan arrived in Johannesburg. Due to frequent incidents of mugging and robbery, it was not safe to walk alone, so she rented an old van instead.The owner of the car rental shop is a Chinese, middle-aged uncle, who seems to be very enthusiastic, and chats with her everywhere. Qi Yan was in a foreign country before, whether she was studying or traveling, and she was often tricked by her compatriots, so she was vigilant, carefully reading the contract when going through the formalities, and secretly recording the procedures.Fortunately for her, nothing happened and she was able to rent a car without any problems."Little girl, don't reveal your money when you go to the city center, don't open the car window, it's better to find someone to go with you." Before leaving, the boss kindly reminded her.Qi Yan was looking at the map on her mobile phone, and was taken aback when she heard the sound: "Okay, thank you."She heard that the law and order in South Africa is not very good, but even the car windows cannot be opened...that is a bit exaggerated. She was flustered, and decided to listen to the boss and drive carefully.The traffic regulations here are to drive on the left side, and the driver's seat is on the right. Qi Yan is used to driving domestic cars, so she is not used to it. She doesn't dare drive too fast and just takes her time and enjoys the city scenery along the way.Most of the buildings in the urban area are bungalows and small high-rise buildings. There are almost no skyscrapers. The houses are mainly in blue and white. Some houses have a strong African primitive style, with various decorations and bright colors.  The road is clean, not congested, and there are fewer pedestrians. Generally speaking, it is relatively modern, breaking Qi Yan's previous original impression.All the way was calm.The hotel Qi Yan booked was very close to the city center. Following the navigation, it showed that there were still more than 200 meters away, and it was just around the corner at the intersection ahead.The car stopped and waited for a red light. She unscrewed the bottle to drink water, and suddenly saw a few black men walking by the side of the road, holding a gun, and knocked on the window of the car in front.The car in front did not respond, and the black man who knocked on the window showed an impatient expression on his face. He picked up the gun and slammed it hard, and the window cracked with a "slap", and then slammed it twice again, and the window was completely shattered. He pointed the gun at the people in the car and growled something inaudible.Qi Yan gasped, her eyes widened, her hands shook, the mineral water bottle fell on her lap, the water spilled all over her pants, and the coolness penetrated the fabric and rushed to the back of her head.A trembling hand stretched out from the broken window, holding a large amount of cash and two mobile phones, and another black man with a gun quickly snatched them away and glanced back.Qi Yan's heart beat violently, and her hairs stood on end. Just at this time, the green light came on, she immediately started the car, turned the steering wheel violently, stepped on the accelerator, and ran out of the intersection in front of the car going straight. The car coming from the opposite side almost hit her.Her palms were sweaty and slippery, she grasped the steering wheel with both hands, slowed down and turned, regardless of whether she violated the traffic regulations, and drove towards the hotel.Arriving safely at the hotel, she parked the car, and proceeded to check-in.Qi Yan entered the room with her luggage, collapsed on the bed, stared at the ceiling, panting heavily.She used to study in Canada, and shootings happened every month.Her family bought her a house in a wealthy suburb and provided her with a car. She goes to class during the day, goes shopping when she has nothing to do, and doesn't go out at night. She usually makes appointments with a few friends. She is a very low-key and well-behaved "good baby", living a safe and comfortable life.She thought that South Africa's so-called "bad security" was just like in North America, it is dangerous in big cities at night, and there is a high probability of avoiding being killed if you don't go out after nine o'clock. Unexpectedly, here, in broad daylight, there are people holding guns and smashing windows, robbing, arrogant and unscrupulous.If the thick-backed black uncle pointed an AK at her forehead…That was a real gun.She will never see her parents, Qiao Qiao and her daughter again.Qi Yan closed her eyes, lay down for a while and got up, she was covered in sweat, her pants were wet and very uncomfortable, so she got up to take a shower and changed her clothes.After a short rest, she calmed down and walked around the room.Pushing open the balcony window, downstairs is a wide and straight street, with low-rise trees planted on both sides of the road, low and flat shop buildings, restaurants, small bars, supermarkets... Behind are scattered high and low residential buildings.There are not many pedestrians on the street, there are Muslim women in turbans and black robes, old white men in jackets and backpacks, and a few Asian faces. A stray dog curled up in a corner, gnawing on a dirty bone, and a brightly colored South African flag hung on the second floor of the street corner.Looking up, the sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly.It was what she imagined.Qi Yan picked up the camera and took a photo. She was a little hungry, so she used her phone to search for Chinese restaurants and was going to eat.There is a shop about 20 meters away from the hotel. She stared at her baby camera and felt that it was not safe to put it in the room, so she simply put it in her bag and carried it on her back, and came back immediately after eating.She went downstairs, turned left and went straight.Qi Yan raised her head slightly, put one hand on her bag, and glanced at the name of the shop on the street.Suddenly, a black guy rushed over and grabbed her bag violently. She was stunned, subconsciously protected the bag, staggered, and instinctively shouted in her mother tongue: "It's a robbery!!!"Scattered passers-by on the street looked her way at the same time, but they all quickened their pace and ran away in a hurry.The black guy was full of force, and Qi Yan's neck was hurt by the strap of the backpack. She was eager to protect the camera, but she didn't let go of the bag, and while shouting, she bent her knees and pressed against his crotch hard. Hearing this person's "Aow", but he didn't let go, he took out a knife from nowhere and stabbed at her.Before Qi Yan could react, she saw two Asian-faced men rushing over, throwing the black guy to the ground, causing her to spin and fall down.<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">—— boomHer elbow hit the concrete floor hard, numb.The backpack was also knocked, Qi Yan didn't care about the pain in her arm, she quickly put the backpack in her arms, and when she turned her head, the three of them wrestled into a ball, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.The black guy was outnumbered, struggled to break away from the other two while entangled, and ran away with his head in his arms."Run fucker! Coward!" One of the men broke out a sentence of national curse.This proficient Chinese!Fellow!Qi Yan got up gasping for breath, beads of sweat slid from her forehead to her neck and the two fellow villagers came over and looked her up and down: "Are you okay?She shook her head and whispered, "Thank you.""There are a lot of looters here. It's best not to carry a big bag when you come out, it's easy to be targeted.""...okay."Qi Yan nodded in panic, thanked them again, turned and walked towards the hotel.After this incident, how could she still be in the mood to eat? She hurried back to the room, threw herself into the bathroom, took a shower, and collapsed on the bed.Within half a day of coming here, she encountered two robbery accidents, witnessed both with her own eyes, and happened to herself at the same time, she was really unlucky.Although she was fine, she was quite frightened. Qi Yan collapsed on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. She didn’t eat anything from sunset to late at night, and her bones seemed to be weak to move, not to mention she's sleepy.At midnight, she sat up, drank some water, picked up her mobile phone and checked WeChat.Her parents asked her if she had a good time and if she had eaten.She sent two photos taken with her mobile phone.It's morning in China now.An unfamiliar profile picture was displayed at the top of Moments. She glanced at it, clicked in, and saw that the name was "Qiao Qiao". She was startled, and suddenly realized that the profile picture had been changed.A cute black Shiba Inu.Half an hour ago, Lu Zhiqiao posted a selfie in a nightgown, only showing half of her face.Soft white and small earlobes, slightly red cheeks, black hair hanging down into the clavicle socket, vaguely lustful, arousing people's daydream.Qi Yan stared at it for a moment, the corners of her eyes turned slightly wet, she swiped two fingers to zoom in on the photo, moved her lips closer, and kissed the screen lightly…At the end of the month, Jiangcheng, which was continuously hot, ushered in a heavy rain.The sky was gray, and the lightning pierced through the clouds like cracks. There were bursts of thunder, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down, flooding the entire city like a flood.A cool wind blows, and the air is dull.The living room was a bit messy, and there was an oversized suitcase on the floor, which contained most of the clothes, and there was still room left. A youth idol drama was playing on the TV. The hero and heroine were young and attractive, and the little girl sat on the sofa and watched it with gusto.Lu Zhiqiao came out of the bedroom, put the toiletry bag in the suitcase in her hand, looked up at her daughter, and said, "Baby, mom will leave later, you are not allowed to run around at home alone, and you must pay attention to electricity and gas. Do you understand?""I know." Lu Wei waved her hand, her eyes still fixed on the TV.The male and female protagonists kissed.They were inseparable.Lu Zhiqiao glanced at the screen, blushed, subconsciously wanted to change the channel with the remote control, stretched out her hand, paused, suddenly remembered the decision she had made in the past few days, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted.The more things are hidden, the more curious the child is. Nowadays, there are many scenes of kissing and hugging in TV dramas. She is used to it, and not making a fuss is tantamount to letting herself go.She wants to try to let go of her hands little by little, and let her daughter experience the world by herself.After giving up her thoughts, Lu Zhiqiao lowered her head and continued to pack her suitcase. Due to frequent business trips, she was proficient and neat at packing, and she packed them up in less than half an hour. She put the suitcases upright and went into the kitchen.There are vegetables in the refrigerator, including meat, vegetables, and quick-frozen food. She deliberately bought only three days' worth of food, and when she didn't have enough, she asked her daughter to go downstairs to the supermarket to buy vegetables.She taught her daughter how to fry simple dishes. If she really doesn’t know how to cook them, she can cook them in a pot, or fry them on a barbecue plate and eat them with some seasonings. No matter how bad it is, there is still a takeaway, in short, this is a life test.This business trip will last a week, not too long or too short, and it is impossible to be completely at ease. She told Wen Zilong to come over every two days to have a look, and also told her daughter to call Uncle Wen if there was anything wrong.The little fool was so happy to be home alone and doing whatever she wanted to do that she started urging her to go the night before.Children are children after all.After checking the water, electricity and gas, Lu Zhiqiao walked around the house, looked around the corners, and then came out with her daughter's smart phone, "Girl, I'll give you your phone. Take pictures of what you eat every day and send it to me.""Oh, I got it, I got it, so naggy." Lu Wei grabbed the phone without raising her eyes.Looking at her daughter's impatient little face, Lu Zhiqiao sighed helplessly, feeling sad.Being a mother is always annoying.The rain outside is gradually decreasing, the sky is slightly brighter, and the thunder is getting weaker and weaker. After a while, the rain stopped.Lu Zhiqiao stepped out of the house.When her mom walked forward, Lu Wei jumped up from the sofa, hurriedly inserted her phone card in the elderly phone into the smartphone, charged it, turned it on, took a photo of the dining table, and sent it to Qi Yan.[Teacher Qi][My mom put your photo into a photo frame and put it on the dining table, look~]….This trip to Gabon in Africa, included Lu Zhiqiao, a technical director, and six managers, a total of 50 people. The team set off from Jiangcheng, transited through Dubai, and flew to Libreville*, the capital of Gabon.*this was translated as Carville, there is no capital or city of that name, If this was intentional, maybe author aimed for pseudo-realism? not sure.At noon local time, a group of people arrived at the airport, and the branch department sent a bus to pick them up. The battle was quite grand.Gabon is located in the west of Africa, close to the equator, and has a hot and humid climate all year round. It is considered a relatively wealthy country in Africa.From the airport, the scenery along the way is picturesque, the sky is as blue as a precision-cut sapphire, the clouds are like cotton wool, surrounded by low hills, and occasionally, gorals and deer grazing leisurely can be seen. Gradually entering the urban area, there are more and more cars and people, and the blue and white bungalows on both sides of the street are full of exotic customs.The bus stopped at the intersection, and Lu Zhiqiao looked out of the window.A small car passed by on the side road, the window was half open, and a slightly familiar face passed by her eyes.<a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/05/ch-87-there-are-always-teachers-who.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<PREV</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/there-are-always-teachers-who-want-to.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">TOC</a> |  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/index.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">INDEX</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/05/ch-89-there-are-always-teachers-who.html">NEXT>></a>

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