"Fang, the weather is golden today, I want to go to Hamburg. ”

"Allen, my surname is Fan, not Fang. Really, not gold. True, Zhien, true. ”

"Zhieun, Kim. ”

“… Well, would you rather eat a burger or go to a German burger?"

"District, district Hamburg. ”

…… The Chinese language is broad and profound, and the difference between one tone is thousands of miles, where is it so easy to learn.

Fan Wujiang looked at the blonde-haired white boy beside him amusedly, tore off the goggles on the snow cap, stepped on the snowboard under his feet, bent down slightly, and slid down the high snow slope with a pestle on the snow.

The white boy anxiously shouted to a few classmates next to him: "Hurry up and catch up with Fan, this kid is playing tricks."

On the snow slope, several figures swooped and accelerated down the slope in the same standard posture.

"I won. Fan Wujiang raised the red flag at the finish line and announced his victory to the students who had just arrived.

"It's not fair, you know what's playing around?" said Allen, a white teenager, grunting dissatisfied, and no one echoed his protests.

It seems that everyone doesn't really care about the final result of this small competition.

The Ski Cadets unloaded their equipment with a smile and a smile, stepped on the thick snow, and walked to the ski club not far away.

Allen stuck to Fan Wujiang like a dog skin plaster, and said crookedly, "Fan, show me the red flag." ”

Fan Wujiang funnily stuffed the small flag into Allen's hand: "I said, you learn Chinese because of Wen Na." ”

Allen's freckled face turned red all of a sudden, squeaking and looking lewd.

Fan Wujiang pretended to grab the flag, and Allen clung to it nervously.

"Allen, don't be embarrassed, if you like Wenna, go after it!"

"How do you look like a dashing Italian? It's so obscene, not to mention girls, we all feel disgusting. ”

"It's just..."

The Ski Cadet Corps gathered around and coaxed.

At this time, a tall mixed-race girl hurriedly ran out of the main entrance of the club, combining the appearance of Eastern and Western blood, and had a unique temperament that perfectly combined sex appeal and innocence.

"Look, Wenna, I won. Where would you like to eat for dinner, and is there anything you would like to eat in particular?" Allen excitedly raised the red flag in his hand, broke away from a group of pig teammates, and walked to the girl in a 100-meter sprint.

The mixed-race girl named Wen Na ignored the little freckles Allen, and anxiously frowned and shouted in Chinese: "Fan Wujiang, come here." ”

"Ou" The Ski Cadet continued to heckle, "Allen, what are you going to treat us to dinner?"

Everyone didn't pay much attention to the anxious look on Wen Na's face, they just thought that this beautiful princess was disgusted with Allen.

Only Fan Wujiang felt it.

He was very self-aware, and he was not so narcissistic as to think that this princess, who was held by the stars, would fall in love with a poor student like himself who could only come on a holiday trip with a prize money.

"Fan, look, this, this seems to be your home!" Wen Na's voice trembled a little.

[News: A house caught fire in the St. Lawrence district of Montene, Quebec...... Three people died, eight injured ......]

When Fan Wujiang saw the pinyin of his father Fan Ye's name on the death list, he only felt that his eyes were dark.

The white snow-capped mountains around him seemed to disappear in an instant, a sharp metal buzz sounded in his ears, and his heart seemed to be struck by a blunt object.

He reached out and pressed his chest, and the whole person shook and shook his head.

"Fan Wujiang," Wen Na shouted worriedly.

"Fan, Hey"

"Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Fan, don't scare me"

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

Fan Wujiang stood at the door of the club, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand, his eyes were blank and his whole body trembled slightly.

Someone was shaking him, someone was reaching out and swinging in front of his eyes.

He couldn't hear, couldn't hear what his classmates were saying, and couldn't see them.

Suddenly, he remembered something, raised his hand and was about to make a phone call to find that it was not his mobile phone.

He rushed into the club and opened the lockers, and in a bit of a panic, he flipped out his cell phone and dialed out.

Blind sound, to be precise, not even a beep.

Changed the number and dialed it again, and it was still the same. Then change to another number, and this time it finally got through.

"Philip", the trembling voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the phone.

Fan Wujiang was sure that this voice was Uncle Qian's, but the other party didn't call himself 'Xiao Jiang' as usual, which couldn't help but make him mistakenly think that he had dialed the wrong number.

I glanced at the name 'Uncle Money' on the phone screen, and that's right!

Fan Wujiang was a little dazed, and was about to ask something when a strange sound came from the other side of the phone, sharp and piercing.

"Well, it's Fan Ye's son, coo-coo", this sentence was far away, and the voice was very strange.

And, in Chinese!

"Where is he?

His voice sounded hoarse and old, and his tone was extremely stiff and unnatural.

Fan Wujiang's dull aching heart missed a few beats, and he finally came to his senses.

"Who are you?"

Before he could say anything else, Uncle Qian suddenly shouted on the phone: "Xiao Jiang, don't go home, run away, hmm... Return... Hmm..."

"Boy, goo, come, let me see where you are..."

For some reason, when he heard this, Fan Wujiang suddenly felt as if he really had a pair of eyes, searching for him somewhere. He instinctively felt a chill rise as the pores around him stood on end.

"Qian Liuye, you're useless, goo-goo..."

As he spoke, there was a rough sound on the other side of the phone. This was followed by a shrill chirp, and the phone hung up abruptly.

Fan Wujiang's two thick black eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and he was so nervous that he held his breath for no reason.

The Ski Cadets also squeezed into the club. Most of these people are Fan Wujiang's college classmates. Everyone gathered around him worriedly, some shouted comfort, and some patted him on the back......

But at this time, Fan Wujiang's brain was already in chaos.

Suddenly, I saw on the news that there was a fire in the house, and my father's name was still on the list of the dead.

However, before he had time to grieve any more, he fell into a whole bunch of doubts.

'Where's Mom, why can't I get in touch?

No, there was no mention of my mother on the news, and my mother's name was not on the list. But the phone doesn't work, what the hell is going on?'

'Why did Uncle Qian deliberately call the wrong name? And said that I should not go home? Why can't I go home? I just heard the sound of fighting!'

'Who is that man whose voice is as hoarse as if he had swallowed a piece of coal?' Why, why does he have such a terrible feeling?!!

'Dad!'

Fan Wujiang, whose brain was in chaos, tried his best to calm down. He ignored the classmates around him, grabbed his hiking bag and hurriedly rushed out of the club, running in the direction of the cable car......

Looking at the back of Fan Wujiang leaving in a hurry, Wen Na told her classmates about the fire in Fan's house.

There was a sigh, and the little freckles Allen's eyes turned red.

When the cable car started and slowly descended towards the snowy mountain, Fan Wujiang subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, and the figures of his classmates were getting smaller and smaller......

No one expected that with this parting, Fan Wujiang would disappear forever in the world of most of them!

At this time, Fan Wujiang didn't realize that his life, his original world, would be gone forever.

Outside the cable car window, the vast white snow meets the sky, and everything is silent.

Turning on his phone, he flipped through the contents of the last messages with his family.

He didn't know what the point of doing it was, but he subconsciously thought he might find something in it.

As for what can be discovered, Fan Wujiang is still uncertain.

What he didn't know was that what awaited him ahead was a deadly pursuit.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice saying, "Run!" Escape to the world that truly belongs to you!