Why we meet so late

I sent a text message to ask if he fell asleep on the plane?

On the plane, you can still turn on the phone to chat. However, I waited for five minutes, no, ten minutes, longer half an hour, and my mobile phone never got a reply.

My heart is a little anxious. I want to tell Lawson that if things are really bad, you should stay in the top hotels in Johannesburg and not go anywhere. After that, you can still book a flight home. However, if I do this, I'm afraid my grandfather will not be happy. After all, he had no idea what was going on in Johannesburg.

I want my grandfather's ranch to be disposed of smoothly, and I want lowerson to be OK. Anyway, my heart is so contradictory.

An hour later, my stomach turned worse. I want to go to the bathroom and throw up. I want to have a good time. But my mom's still there. She's not gone. She's still in the kitchen cutting fruit and putting together plates.

I had to do my best.

After thinking about it, I turned on the TV and turned it on to the international channel.

What's the coincidence? As soon as the TV was turned on, a serious looking host appeared on the screen. She was broadcasting the latest news about South Africa's capital, Johannesburg. It's really a mess. What Shen nianyi said is true. My heart, suddenly like pouring lead, bit by bit, down, down to the abyss, down to the invisible place.

I hold my breath, holding my hand in front of my chest, listening to the host continue to broadcast. The places where the movement and chaos happened were in the suburbs and the villages near the suburbs. Pastures, cotton fields, oak forests, orchards... And so on. This is a riot from the bottom. I sympathize with the bottom, of course. I hate corruption and corruption, of course. It's just that violence, chaos and even uprising need to be targeted, not blindly targeted at some innocent businessmen. I stare closely at the screen. As the picture moves and cuts, I find that the mobs have kidnapped several businessmen, blackmailed the government, offered skyrocketing prices, and demanded immediate fulfillment of their promises. Violent. The people still have guns in their hands. This... Scares me even more.

No, they have guns, homemade bombs and other explosives.

I watched the host broadcast in a gloomy and anxious tone, saying that most of the businessmen targeted by the riot were Asian, Japanese, Korean and Chinese. Chinese make up the absolute number of Asian Americans.

I'm really going to break my heart. I can't watch or listen any more. I shivered and turned off the TV. I didn't want to watch any more. I can guess the final result. It's just that Chinese businessmen have been robbed, kidnapped, or even killed if their desires are not satisfied.

Ah... I can't put Lawson in such a dangerous situation. I can't!

My heart, in the fierce beat, suddenly realized that, compared with property, only human life is the most precious! Property is created by man. No one, no property. I... why do I understand such a problem now? It would be a pity if the ranch fell into the hands of the corrupt and defeated government. But compared with the life of Lawson, what is it? If my grandfather knew about the situation in Johannesburg, he would try his best to prevent lowerson from going abroad!

In my heart, I had an idea.

It doesn't matter that Lawson's mobile phone is turned off. He always turns it on. Maybe... Now he's sleeping, and it will turn it on soon. I have to send him another text message to tell him my opinion, that is: get off the plane and hurry back home. Anyway, we have to go home first.