【Mi Ying】that side

Take a three-hour train ride from London. The train travels slowly, passing through tunnels from time to time, and the sight is bright and dark.When it was bright again, it was the stretch of coastline, which declared that he was getting closer to his destination.

He hadn't been to Cornwall for a long time.

When they heard that they were summoned to Buckingham Palace by the Queen, the British were apprehensive.

If possible, he hopes to meet the queen in a healthier and more confident condition.His queen was old and in poor health, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary worries.

The elderly woman sits in a dignified posture. Her body and face have not escaped the traces of the years, but her demeanor is almost the same as that of 50 years ago. It is still the appearance that Britain loves.

The young man sat down opposite the woman, smiled lightly, and did not speak first.

"It's rare for you to take the initiative to take a vacation like this, Motherland."

"……yes."

"I know you're not feeling well these days."

"Sorry for worrying you."

"I am really worried. I am worried that no matter how many years have passed, you will always be so brave, my motherland." The elderly woman raised her hand to stroke Britain's hair, and the young man lowered his eyes obediently, without saying a word.

"I know that no matter how difficult the situation is, you will overcome it with us. You are our pride. You are strong."

"Um."

"Relax well. I will wait here for your return."

"You also take care of yourself." Britain took the woman's hand, bent down and kissed the back of her hand.

Yes, I am strong.He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Behind him are countless citizens, bosses, and survival experience accumulated over a long period of time.

Even if you encounter fraud, betrayal, isolation, and encirclement by other countries, you can create benefits again after a few years, put on a smiling mask, and shake hands with them.

Even if this body has experienced bullets and bullets, even if it is cut to pieces by a sword, it can survive in the end.This is already much luckier than humans, isn't it.

Get off the train at the train station, and you will soon find a transfer station in the UK, where the number of buses is still scarce.After waiting at the station for about half an hour, the bus arrived staggeringly.

He got on the bus with a light suitcase, nodded to the driver, and randomly found one of the empty seats to sit down.There were fewer tourists in September than he had expected.

The speed of the bus was not fast, and the sparsely populated pasture looked bleak in the lack of sunlight in the evening, and the dull gray-green retreated a little bit in the pupils of Britain, reflecting his emerald green eyes into a pale color.

He recalled a series of episodes before the vacation, put his arms up, leaned against the car window and laughed.

"You can't always let you use that cowardly appearance to deal with the international group of wolves and tigers. Just take a vacation, and Wales will be the agent during this period."

"Since the queen has approved your application, I naturally have no complaints."

"I don't want Great Britain to be the laughing stock of other people."

His brothers showed rare tolerance and consideration in this form.

He also routinely reported to the countries of the Commonwealth of Nations, and countries he knew well agreed in video calls.Originally, Canada also offered to ask whether it needed to spare his schedule to accompany him, but Britain declined with a smile.Looking at the worried look of the North American youth who hesitated to speak, he even had to turn around to appease the other party.

Britain called America, too—faceless, electronic conversations kept him calm.They talk on the phone about United Nations meetings, the expansion of the nuclear deal, the election of new bosses, and ask each other about their health—which, after all, is a direct reflection of their economic status.Hearing that he had a vacation arrangement, the United States replied on the other end of the phone: "It's really enviable, I'm so busy here." The call ended roughly like this.

Yes, where are there so many topics to talk about?

Besides, the UK really just wants to enjoy this rare holiday in peace.No international conferences, no seeing other countries, no meetings with your boss – just go out on your own with no hesitation.

Just like when he left that dream.

"How long will your vacation last?"

"Maybe three days, or five days? I'll remove the battery from the phone and come back to me when the phone signal can be connected—anyway, you can track me at any time."

Recalling Mario's dumbfounded look at that time, Britain couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing teasingly.

It gets dark earlier than usual in high latitudes in autumn.When he finally found the reserved family hotel on foot, he had already missed the dinner time, and it was dark everywhere.

The manager of the hotel was waiting for him at the door.He was a good-natured old gentleman, with good taste in his flannel suit and duffel plaid scarf.He led England to the top room on the third floor of the hotel, telling him that this was the best view of the coast.

Looking at the Victorian-style four-poster bed, the small mahogany coffee table, and the well-ventilated fireplace, England nodded with satisfaction.

"There aren't many guests this season, and there are even fewer visitors like you alone."

"yes?"

"People prefer to visit with their loved ones. After all, this is the end of the continent, and it always reminds people, like 'I will take you to the ends of the earth'. It sounds very romantic, doesn't it?" The old gentleman explained gently, "When I was young, I also I often bring my deceased wife with me.”

"That's...very romantic."

After settling in England, the old gentleman brought him a simple but warm dinner.

"I always have the feeling that I've seen you somewhere a long time ago. You look...very kind."

The hotel owner looked at Yingying's face, hesitated for a moment before speaking, and shook his head as soon as he finished speaking, "Please forgive me for saying something stupid."

"How could it be?" Britain replied with a smile, "Good night."

He stayed for three days in total.

The weather in West Cornwall is not much better than in London, the first day is cloudy, the second is cloudy with no sun, and the third is cloudy with a little rain.

In the first two days of staying here, Britain will leave the hotel early in the morning and walk towards the cliff on foot, towards the scenic spot marked as "the end of the continent".

A white wooden sign with peeling paint stands on the ragged-edged stone: "Kilometers 3147 to New York."

The opposite style of London with its retro buildings and gorgeous skyscrapers.This is probably the simplest and most inconspicuous tourist attraction in the UK.

In the still gray morning, he stood quietly on the edge of the sea cliff.

In front of you is the endless Atlantic Ocean, without the danger of going out to sea when the wind is blowing, and without the crystal clear and full of strength when the sun is shining.The sea surface was calmer than ever before, and the small waves rolled over the wet rocks, splashing out layers of white foam; when the waves subsided, rocks of different shades were exposed again, and the cycle repeated.

Farther away, there will be more eye-catching waves, and big waves will rise and fall.

The cold wind blew his golden hair and his thin coat.He stood there for a long time, watching the sky get brighter.He was alone.

"Excuse me, who are you waiting for here?" The old gentleman asked curiously at dinner time the next evening.

"No, I'm just here...to relax." Britain smiled modestly and politely.

After dinner, Britain walked out of the hotel again and set foot on the cliff.

The dim streetlights made him barely able to make out the outline of the path, and when he reached the edge of the cliff, the writing on the white road sign was already difficult to read.In the visible range, there are only those unknown wild flowers at the feet, shivering in the night wind.

And the sound and breath of the waves remain unchanged.

Britain took a deep breath against the wind, and the cold air rushed into his nostrils, dispelling most of the drowsiness after dinner, and his thoughts became clearer.

He looked up at the sky, and at this time his vision was clearer than in the daytime, and there were no clouds.The white traces left by the plane's gliding during the day are clearly visible in the night sky, and the golden light of the moon is covered by a rare double halo.

If you are closer to the universe, you may be able to see the huge figures of each constellation, and more rays of light will burst out around different planets.He thought endlessly.

The universe is so vast and beautiful.No wonder Alfred... No, the United States, even the proudest country, would respect the universe.

Thinking of America's cautious and hopeful tone when talking about his cosmic projects, and thinking of Alfred F. Jones describing the universe and love to him in his dream, Britain couldn't help laughing.

He felt he was all right.

He was no longer out of control when recalling about Alfred F. Jones, the youth in the dream.When mentioning the United States, I can calmly think about the years they have gone through for hundreds of years.

The transformation of time and space is a drop in the ocean.As long as you want to forget, one day you will be able to forget.

For him, it was such an easy thing.

He has a longer life than a human.He has experienced prosperity and then decline, and his appearance changes so slowly, so slowly that the humans around him can't see the change throughout their lives.And his heart will age and grow old with time, but he has not seen the distant death for the time being.

This is the world he has lived in for thousands of years, and he can live better if he abandons the extra nostalgia.This is the law of survival that belongs to their existence.

Britain took another deep breath in the night wind, the light of the moon was projected in his pupils, moist as green pools of water.

On the third day of staying in this family hotel, it has been drizzling since the early morning.

Britain has no plans to go out.After eating breakfast, he took out the business phone that had been resting for three days in the windbreaker pocket, reinstalled the battery, and sent a message to his secretary.

Then he started to make the bed, tidy up his clothes and personal items, and then turned on the fireplace and radio before sitting down in the rattan chair with a sigh of relief.The warmth of the fireplace slowly filled the room, enveloping his skin, and it didn't take long for him to feel drowsy.

The radio signal was not very good, and the first radio programs were still broadcasting international news, most of which were not optimistic news-after all, most of the news that makes people happy is not enough to be "news".

I don't know how long it took, the human voice on the radio gradually disappeared, replaced by a nostalgic melody, the lyrics are so familiar——

"Love has brought us there, where we belong

Over there the goshawks howl on the hills"

Britain just fell asleep.

The grandfather clock rang bluntly many times, and he couldn't count the exact number, nor did he think to count it.He vaguely heard a rush of footsteps downstairs, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden steps became more and more clear.

One person, two people, five or six people... are the footsteps of a group of people.

The breath of someone approached Britain, and the man bent down and put a blanket on him who was closed eyes.His loyal secretary, Mario Howard, whispered in his ear, "Mr. England, it's time for us to go back."

"Love got us up where we belong

far from the world as we know it

There is a clear wind blowing there.”

The singing echoed in his mind with rustling signal noise.England was so dazed that she still couldn't open her eyes.He could only nod quietly.

——There is no end of the world that belongs to me.