Finally, after 7 hours, the bus arrived at its destination before Fu Song's body was completely torn apart.
In terms of level, Kakabala is equivalent to a county town in China.
However, despite being mentally prepared, this place still overturned Fu Song's understanding of Africa.
There was only a row of scattered thatched houses next to a county town, and seven or eight black people were squatting on the roadside, setting up a stall to sell common local fruits and vegetables.
The variety of fruits and vegetables was so rare and the quantity was so meager that Fu Song had never seen such a sight in his life.
But the driver Mugur still pulled him along, enthusiastically boasting that today was a rare big market in Kakabala, which made Fu Song unable to bear to look at it.
However, Fu Song still bought some. It is not acceptable to visit empty-handed. This is the most basic etiquette of Chinese people.
Bronya's home belongs to Kakabala, but it is about seven kilometers north.
That was a tribe called the Giddi.
This time the means of transportation became a sheep-drawn cart.
It was four big goats pulling the kind of rural handcart that was popular in China thirty years ago.
Although it was still bumpy, it was much more comfortable than a bus. At least there wasn't the suffocating feeling of being squeezed in by so many people.
An hour later.
"Hello!" Fu Song stood in the Jidi tribe and greeted Chief Dies Toheti.
Dies Toheti said enthusiastically: "Welcome, my friend from China."
Dies's home is a grass house unique to Africa, made by weaving something similar to dry cattail in circles starting from the bottom and ending at the top.
It looks a bit like a wild hornet's nest.
I don’t know if the locals got inspiration from the hornet’s nest.
After sitting down and chatting for a few words, Fu Song didn't waste any words: "I came here this time to visit Bronya. I wonder if she came back some time ago?"
If Bronya had already returned home, it would be troublesome.
A career-oriented woman like her would probably just visit her parents and leave in a hurry.
If she hadn't come back yet, I would have to wait here.
Unexpectedly, Dies said, "Bronya is at home now."
"Really?" Fu Song stood up directly, his face full of excitement.
That would be great, it would save him a lot of effort.
Dies nodded, confirming Fu Song's question.
But his face didn't look good: "Bronya has been back for half a month. She mainly visited her father, who was very ill."
Fu Song was stunned: "Her father is sick? No wonder!"
I had met Bronya by chance before, and if I guessed correctly, she was most likely here to attend a mobile phone launch conference.
But Fu Song never saw the other person from beginning to end. Later, after asking around, he found out that she had gone home.
Fu Song always thought that Bronya came for work, but don't forget that Mauritius is 6,000 kilometers away from here.
What kind of job requires traveling so far in a short period of time?
Now that we know that the other person's father is ill, it is easy to explain.
"Do you know what disease her father has?"
Dies suddenly made a face at Fu Song.
Fu Song: “?”
He laughed dryly and said, "Just tell me directly about her father's illness. There's no need to use facial expressions to adjust the atmosphere."
Unexpectedly, Dies made faces for a long time, and when he saw that Fu Song really didn't understand, he said, "Forget it, come with me!"
He took Fu Song and Zhang Jiuyue and walked forward for a distance, and finally stopped in front of a yard.
Dies shouted a few words inside, and after hearing the answer, he pushed the door open and went in.
It was a similar thatched house, but there was no electricity inside, and the light coming in through the door and windows had already become very dim.
A straw mat was spread on the ground. With the limited visibility, Fu Song saw a man about forty years old lying there weakly.
When Fu Song noticed his face, he finally understood why Chief Dies was winking at him.
Because the man's face on the straw mat was twisted in an extremely irregular shape, it looked very scary.
He was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard a familiar voice:
"What are you doing?"
Fu Song looked up and saw an African woman standing at the door. She was beautiful and intellectual, confident and elegant. Who else could it be but Bronya?
Fu Song was overjoyed: "Hello, do you remember me? In Mauritius..."
Before he could finish his words, Bronya's face darkened even more: "I don't care who you are, get out now."
"This..." Fu Song didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so intense. He said, "It was all a misunderstanding before..."
"go out!"
"Don't……"
Chief Dies also followed suit, saying, "Mr. Fu has come from afar, and he is a guest no matter what."
He was very optimistic about Fu Song, especially after knowing that Fu Song was going to donate a primary school to Jidi.
Facing Diez, Bronya's attitude finally softened a lot:
"Uncle Dies, it's not that I'm ruthless, but my friend and I are trying to treat my father right now, so it's best if outsiders don't disturb us."
A voice said outside the door: "Bronya, I'm ready and can perform the operation immediately."
Fu Song looked outside following the sound and saw a white man standing in the yard.
Next to the white man was a machine about the size of a washing machine. It had a dark grey, textured metal shell and a dazzling array of parts. One could tell at a glance that it was worth a fortune.
Medical equipment such as scalpels, hemostatic forceps, gauze, plasma bags, drainage tubes, etc. are placed on the machine.
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