Black follows Sim all day long, in order to inquire about the situation outside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sim visited the village of Dobernar, and he thought it was incredible, and I became their guides.

Sim was surprised when he passed by my feedlot, and he was absolutely curious when he passed by our wheat fields.

"Yes, how did you build such a place, paradise," Sim sighed.

"By the way, where are you from," Sim remembered after a while to ask about us. Le Qike next to him rarely spoke, he was a lonely widow.

"We had an accident on the plane to Minchenao Island, so it was a long journey, but I just couldn't figure out why no one came looking for us." I say.

"Do you still want to go out man, it's under fire outside, who has time to search and rescue you. What else do you want to do out there with such a paradise," Sim looked at our golden wheat field and praised us for everything.

Later, I learned from Sim that the outside world had started World War II, the Philippines was already a conquered country, and there were now dead people everywhere outside, so some people yearn for this kind of life we have, and Sim is such a person.

We completely dismissed the idea of going out.

After Sim visited our village, he was so happy that he wanted to be a villager in Doberner. He chose to stay, but these were their choices.

Sim and Lechico took up residence in the village of Dobernar, and Shiratori gave up his house to these two uninvited guests in order to show his demeanor, and he had no house to live in, so he had to be with me.

Since the two of them arrived, the village had become more lively, and people had gathered to listen to him talk about things outside, and he would tell him what he had seen and heard during the black trade, and he said that he had called an alien, a man from space.

No one believed it, but people loved it because he was a good storyteller. His story is very beautiful, which has to remind me of our former great writer, who has now abandoned literature to practice medicine, and I am curious about how his novels are written.

In the middle of summer, we brought our own stools and gathered around them to listen to Sim tell his story about the man in red and the most terrible disease under the starry sky. The plague, the most terrible disease in the sea. It is also the most easily triggered, because in a small boat, it is dark and damp, so there is often a plague, and the plague is terrible because it is very dispersed, it can spread from one land to another, and no amount of medical skill can cure this disease, of course, these are only diseases in Sim's story.

I moved the stool to Shiratori's side. Next to him sat a small coconut.

No, now we can't call him Little Coconut, because he's grown up, and he and York already have a look like adults, and we should call him Coconut.

Shiratori lowered his head and drew something boredly with a twig.

"Hey, Dr. Bai, what are you doing?" I said to him.

"You say, we really can't go out," Shiratori asked, looking up.

"You still want to get out?"

"Who wouldn't want to"

"But the war outside is really fierce, and you won't die when you go out." I left him speechless, he was no longer always nagging like he used to, he fell silent, and drew something on the ground with a twig. "I've always wanted to ask you a question, how is your novel being written," I asked him.

"I won't write it."

"Why, didn't you say...

"Why write about things that aren't practical, do something practical," he said.

Oh. I said and left him, and all the extra time he had spent since marrying Sharia had been spent on Sharia.

So I rarely see him in the crowd, we are no longer like before, we are not like before, Lao Hei has become the person I envy, we don't have what he has, standing under this starry sky, I am more or less lost, I think of my woman, I think she must think that I am dead, maybe she married early, as a mother.

I suddenly remembered what Shiratori said

"Do I really want to spend my whole life here?" I asked over and over again.

Thoughts spread throughout the village of Dobernar, and I knew that everyone missed the outside, or they wouldn't be so keen on Sim's story, they were just looking at Mei to quench their thirst.

Late at night, the people dispersed, and I was the only one standing alone in the square of the village of Dobernar.