I think the next three years will definitely be the most unforgettable time in Strickland's life. The house of Aita is eight kilometers away from the ring road. To get there, you must first pass through a path covered with prosperous tropical jungle plants. This is a simple wooden bungalow with no paint on the outside and a veranda. In addition to two rooms, there is also a small shed as a kitchen. Entering the house and looking around, the interior is very simple, without even furniture, and you can only lay a mat on the floor for rest. The veranda is empty, with only a rocking chair.

There are large banana trees in front of the house. The banana leaves are very wide and look tattered, like a worn-out dress of a queen who suffered disaster. A pear tree is planted behind the house, surrounded by many coconut trees. When Aita's father was still alive, he planted a whole circle of crotons on this land; now, these crotons have grown lushly and bloomed beautiful flowers, surrounding this coconut forest like flames. A mango tree stands directly opposite the house, and two sister trees, with red flowers blooming on the branches, as if they are competing with the yellow coconut fruits.

After being with Aita, Strickland firmly guarded the land, relying on production to make a living, and rarely went to Papeete. He often took a bath in a small river near his home. Whenever there were fish in the river, he could always see soldiers holding spears shouting to the river for fishing, and the frightened big fish were always caught by them. Strickland would occasionally take time to run to the beach to catch some five-faced fish.

The colorful little fish went back. Aita always fryed the fish with coconut oil, and sometimes took a big shrimp to make a side dish. She also often made a delicious meal for him with big crabs. The mountain was full of wild orange trees, and Aita sometimes brought back many fragrant green oranges with fragrance. Soon after, when the coconuts were ripe and picking season, Aita flocked to the mountain to pick big ripe coconuts.

They cut open the coconuts, put them in the sun, dried them and stuffed them into their pockets. The strong women transported the sun-dried coconut meat to a businessman living near the salt water lake to exchange for daily necessities and some money. Sometimes nearby villages slaughter pigs and hold celebration banquets, and people around them squeezed over to join in the fun, singing, dancing, singing hymns loudly, and then opened their stomachs and ate and drink wildly. In the end, they were almost vomiting before they stopped.

But the house they lived in was far away from the village, and Tahitians did not like various parties. They loved traveling but did not like walking. They were more willing to chat with friends than walking. Sometimes, no one came to visit Strickland and Aita's house for a whole month. So Strickland had free time and drew some pictures, read books, and sometimes sat with Aita on the veranda and looked up at the sky. He always held a cigarette in his mouth and enjoyed life leisurely. Later, they had a child. After Aita gave birth to the child, the old woman who had served her stayed. Not long after, several people came to move to them one after another - first a granddaughter of the old woman, and then a young man of unknown origin. In short, people came here to settle down and gradually formed a big family.
Chapter completed!