On the long road, under the scorching sun, two small black dots were moving... Ever since Long Linger recovered in Guinea, Yeh Huang took her on a "world tour." They often didn't stay in one place for long, moving on after as little as two or three days, or up to ten days. For Long Linger, this world tour was once a beautiful dream, but now it's absolutely a nightmare. She hated running all over the world this way; she wanted to go home, wanted to go home, every day she wanted to go home.
"Hey, uncle, I'm thirsty, can I have some water?"
"Uncle, I'm hungry, I want bread, smoked meat, ham..."
"Uncle, how much further, I can't walk anymore!!! Uncle, how can you do this, do you believe I will sue you for child abuse..."
Under the blazing sun, Long Linger in her casual attire was sweating all over, her hair stuck to her face, and sweat trickled from her hair into her ears. Exhausted, she dragged her suitcase, walking slowly like a snail on the road, softly complaining to herself.
