Visiting relatives in North Korea (70) Farewell to North Korea, I returned home

My cousin said proudly, you have to believe your uncle, and he also has a lot of face in Huishan. I laughed and said, "Of course."

Episode 70

After arriving at the customs clearance port, there are not many people on the bridge. From North Korea to China, you can cross the bridge in front of you. After I got off the motorcycle, I waved at my cousin and said, I'm going back, you should hurry home too. My cousin said, Li Chunxiang is still waiting for you, come back early after you go back.

I told my cousin, don't worry about this, I will definitely go back to North Korea to find her. The cousin suddenly showed some reluctance, and his eyes turned red. When I was about to leave, he rushed over and shook my hand, then hugged me again, and then reluctantly said, "Cousin, you remember that you said you gave me a car."

My cousin made me cry and laugh, everyone else is a pit father, he is a pit brother. I said, wait until you get married, my cousin laughed. The sun shone on the face, and it was a little warm. I carried my package and walked towards the bridge. They are subject to inspection when they enter North Korea, and they are also required to be tested when they leave North Korea.

When I entered North Korea, I took my mobile phone with me, but I was detained. Now that I'm out of North Korea, I remember it and want to get my phone back. Because the customs officer at that time said that he would return his mobile phone to me when he left North Korea.

Inspecting the package and interrogating my customs, it was a guy in his twenties. He was dressed in a uniform, wore a large-brimmed hat, and had a serious face. Next to him stood several KPA men armed with guns.

The guy first opened my luggage and checked it very carefully. As a result, the gift given to me by Kim Jong-yeol was also checked. The guy took the pamphlet and said in front of me, what is written in it?

I replied, a novel written by a North Korean author, a gift to me. The guy was not at ease, so he opened the book and read it for a long time. I could only wait patiently. Because there are very few people who pass the customs, the guy is not in a hurry.

He watched it for more than half an hour before he smiled and said to me, the writing is very good, the writing is good, which North Korean writer wrote it?

I said three words - Kim Jong-yeol. The guy shook his head and said he hadn't heard of the writer. The guy gave me the booklet back and asked me if I had a backup, and he was interested in the novel.

I said that there was only this one, and that the novel was not published. The guy praised me for speaking Korean well, saying that I had come into contact with many Chinese people at work, and few Chinese could speak Chinese so fluently.

I said that because I love North Korea as a country, I learned Korean, and their customs officers should also learn Chinese.

The guy said embarrassedly that he also wanted to learn Chinese, but Chinese was too difficult. Many of his relatives are engaged in Sino-North Korean trade because they understand Chinese and earn a lot of money every year.

Chatting with the guy, I learned that he was a native of Hyesan, attending a university in Pyongyang. After graduating from university, he was assigned to work in the customs department. In the eyes of outsiders, customs work is very decent.

The guy said that their salary is actually not high. If you really want to make money, you have to do business. After chatting with the guy for a while, the guy said that he was about to change shifts and signaled that I could pass the customs.

I thought about the seizure of my phone and explained the situation to the guy. The guy asked me if the customs officer left a written statement saying no. I said I didn't leave any notes. The guy said helplessly that the phone may not be able to come back. However, he knows most of the customs officers, and he asked me about them, and I can come here to find him in a few days.

I was a little upset that the phone didn't come back, not because of how expensive the phone was, but because there was a lot of information on it, and the contacts were on it. If you don't get your phone back, many people will lose contact. I walked directly through the customs and crossed the bridge, which is the Changbai Port in China. Standing at the port, I glanced back at North Korea and felt a lot of emotion in my heart.

I didn't tell my family when I returned home because I didn't have a phone to contact them. So no one came to pick me up. Outside Changbai Port, I met a middle-aged uncle who was running a motorcycle, and I negotiated with him, and the uncle said that he would send me home for 15 yuan.

Sitting on the uncle's motorcycle, there are familiar street scenes on both sides, motorcycles are speeding on the streets, commercial billboards are dazzling, car horns are honking one after another, passers-by are dressed fashionably, and people with mobile phones can be seen everywhere. Everything is in stark contrast to North Korea, and I'm not even used to it.

When I rang the doorbell, it was my sister who opened the door. My sister said with a surprised face, who are you looking for? I reached out and touched his head and said, I'm your brother, who am I looking for? My sister stared at me in surprise for a long time, laughed and said, you are really my brother, why do you look a bit like a refugee fleeing the famine.

I was embarrassed to enter the house and look in the bathroom mirror. found that I was in the mirror, a lot darker, and a lot thinner. The beard has grown, and the hair is rather messy and very haggard. I asked my sister where my parents had gone? My sister said that my mother was guarding the store and my father was going to work.

I was a little hungry and asked my sister if there was anything good to eat at home. My sister said there was nothing to eat at home, so she went downstairs and bought me a burger and fried chicken legs. I vomited, when I was in North Korea, there was no such thing as KFC.

Seeing that I was eating exaggeratedly, my sister was puzzled and said, how hungry are you, fortunately I didn't go to North Korea with you. I knew I was going to starve over there. Having eaten KFC, I took a shower in the bathroom. Bathing conditions in North Korea are poor, and you can only drench in cold water outdoors or bathe in the river.

After taking a shower, I immediately felt refreshed. Probably too tired, I turned on the air conditioner, lay down in bed and fell asleep. I really wanted to have a dream, dreaming that Li Chunxiang was going to leave me and go to a far away place. I kept chasing her from behind, but she never looked back.

When I woke up, it was dark and my parents had already come home. Seeing that I woke up, my mother said that I would eat at the restaurant today. Then my father drove the family to a rather fancy restaurant and ordered a lot of things that I liked to eat.

During dinner, my father asked me how I was living in North Korea. I only said that my uncle's family was very good to me, and I didn't tell them about Li Chunxiang. Then my mother asked me if she had spent all the thousands of dollars she had left me when she left North Korea.

I told my mother that the money had been spent long ago, and now I was penniless. My sister was a little unhappy, she said that North Korea's consumption level is so low, how can it spend so much money in more than a month.

I smiled and told my sister that I had spent money to find a daughter-in-law in North Korea. My sister said, you know bragging, what about your North Korean daughter-in-law? Why didn't I bring it back. I continued to say poorly, I really want to find a North Korean daughter-in-law in the future, you Chinese girls are too spoiled. They should all learn from North Korean girls. My sister pouted at me, saying that she still wanted to find a Korean boyfriend, and Korea Oba was handsome and gentle.