nowhere to confess

The Chinese staff who came to greet me led me to the parking lot, where a heavy off-road vehicle was already waiting. The driver was a local resident with dark skin and bright eyes. He showed his white teeth when he smiled.

Because it was getting late, I stayed in a hotel in Johannesburg that day. Although I slept for a long time on the plane, I didn't sleep well all the time. I threw myself on the bed after taking a shower.

In the middle of the night, I had another nightmare. In the dream, Qin Zheng took the long letter I wrote to her and came to Africa to find me following my DHA message. In the end, she was besieged by a group of lions. I rode a flamingo to rescue her. She, the lion, the flamingo, and a group of rhinos who came from nowhere began to fight in groups. As the battle continued to escalate, Qin Zheng disappeared, and I fell off the back of the flamingo in a panic... Woke up drenched in sweat.

I got up and leaned against the bed, turned on my phone, and stared at the photo of Qin Zheng stored in the album.I put the mobile phone in China at home after it was shut down. Now I use the local standard, and there are only a few contacts stored in it. Except for Qin Zhaoming, the others are members of the African project team.

Early the next morning, we set off again, and the driver prepared a lot of water and dry food in the trunk.After getting on the bus, I drove all the way north, passing through many wildlife sanctuaries along the way. The scenery was very spectacular, and people sighed the magic of the Creator. For a moment, I felt as if I had returned to the ancient homeland deep in my soul.

The next itinerary will not be so beautiful, and the prosperity will be desolate.When I arrived at the station, I was tired and thirsty, and my body was jolted to pieces.The trunk is already empty, and the excessive consumption of food has just begun. After a month, my food intake has doubled to that in China.

The first few months were the toughest, but after that time things got better.I have made many new friends. In addition to the local indigenous residents and Chinese personnel stationed in Africa, there is also a project partner. It is a French company. There are relatively few project directors here, and most of them are assistants. The assistant is a woman. My name is Julie, three years older than me, a typical French engineering woman, a perfect combination of rigorous work style and elegant romantic feelings.We often drink together, drive to the hinterland of the desert to watch the sunset, or go to the grassland to photograph the migration of animals.

"Shen, I found that you Chinese are also very romantic." Julie took the wine bottle I threw over, unscrewed the cap and took a sip from the mouth of the bottle.

I smiled: "Chinese romance is very reserved."

"But I think it's beautiful. It's very romantic for you to come to Africa to work for love."

Perhaps in the eyes of the French, this is a kind of romance, but not necessarily the Chinese.I have been in Africa for almost a year. During that time, Qin Zheng went to Chongqing to meet my family. My mother still praised Qin Zheng on the phone for being sensible, saying that all the friends I made were better than me, and scolded me for not being loyal enough. The government's secret project doesn't even want friends, so I have no choice but to say that it is for the motherland mother, you and the motherland, I have to be filial to both mothers.

I remember there is an English sentence that says Outofsight, outofmind. The translation is Lijiuqingshu.My yearning for Qin Zheng has not weakened over time, but has become more and more intense. I don't know if she is the same.After all, my sudden departure is an unbearable injury for her.

Qin Zheng's birthday is coming soon, but I can't contact her, let alone send her blessings.Over the past year, I have recorded what I saw and heard in Africa with photos, and edited them into a book according to time and place. I have added words to each picture, and each line of text expresses my thoughts.I think Qin Zheng will definitely like it when he sees it.

As the Spring Festival approached, a large-scale worker riot suddenly broke out at the base. The participants were all locals, protesting against the improper handling of a safety incident by the French EHS and the differential treatment of local workers.The angry crowd kept rushing into the command center, and because I was protecting Julie, my head was injured by a flying piece of reinforced concrete.I pulled a clean fiber cloth from the workbench, wrapped it around my head, rushed to the central control room, shouted to the workers through the loudspeaker, and promised to deal with the incident seriously and compensate the economic losses of the parties involved.

Due to the large number of people involved, the group’s reserve fund must be used. Other Chinese staff suggested that I submit an application to the headquarters first, and then deal with it after approval. They also said that Fang Fang is the responsible party.I tried my best to overcome all opinions, and immediately decided to withdraw the compensation, and at the same time made a solemn representation to the French representative, ordering rectification within a time limit, and bearing all the losses caused by it.

Although the Chinese side is the leader of the project, the French side will also gain huge economic benefits from it. In the end, the two parties reached an agreement that all compensation paid by the Chinese side will be borne by the French side.

During the regular meeting on Monday, the secretary notified Qin's headquarters of the handling of the incident, affirmed the emergency plan adopted by the "African Leopard" comrade in time, and promoted the "African Leopard" comrade from the acting executive assistant to the executive director.

There was a burst of warm applause in the conference room.

"Comrade African Leopard, this is the promotion document signed by Mr. Qin." The secretary handed me the document, and there are two familiar ink-colored lowercase characters in the lower right corner - "Qin Zheng".

Seeing me standing there in a daze, the secretary explained with a smile: "Comrade African Leopard, you don't know that, in January this year, President Xiao Qin has officially taken over as Chairman and CEO of Qin Group."

"The project is still presided over by President Daqin, but according to the company's articles of association, the promotion of important positions needs to be signed by President Xiaoqin to take effect."

At dusk, the wind blows the mountain peak into a sharp sand blade, and the sand mountain is illuminated by the setting sun into a golden mountain.I took the harmonica out of my pocket and put it to my lips.

Julie was riding a camel, her blond hair fluttering in the wind, she looked back at me, "Chinese song, very nice."

I smiled and said, "This is the ditty of my hometown."

"I must go to China, it's so attractive."

I pinched the horse's belly slightly, like an arrow leaving the string, and quickly turned over a mountain.

The wind whistled in my ears, and Julie's voice came from far behind: "Shen, wait for me—"

The base lacks water, and I haven’t showered for several days. Looking at the large water in front of me, the water waves are blue, which makes people feel refreshed. I took off my clothes and plunged into the water.

- simply wonderful!

I soaked myself in the pool and gave it a good wash until every pore was unwrapped.When we landed, Julie swayed slowly on a camel and stopped right in front of me.