48. I came to your city

London, Heathrow.

Except for a bumpy ride in the middle of the plane, the journey was quite smooth, Han Fei's character was relatively good, the plane took off only an hour late, and it was exactly thirteen hours when it flew over London. The time zone is a very magical thing, it was five o'clock in the morning when it took off, and it was ten o'clock in local time when it arrived, and I don't know if Han Fei lived more or less.

Premier League players are always poached by Spain's two big clubs, in addition to the big names of Barcelona and Real Madrid, the biggest reason may be the ghost weather in the UK.

A few days ago, he checked the weather in London on the Internet, a bit of Fan Zhongyan said that the obscene rain and the rain are not open, and the meaning of the moon does not open, looking out through the window, although it is not the sky up and down, a blue sky, but it is a bit of a sunny sign.

As a football dog, he often gets up in the middle of the night to watch the Champions League and La Liga, and the jet lag does not have a big impact on Han Fei, after all, he has not done much to wait for a Champions League all night and then go to work for a day with red eyes.

London is worthy of being a football city, Han Fei has seen several stadiums at a bird's eye view, Wembley, Chiefs, Stamford Bridge, Highbury, White Hart Lane, London Bowl, it is simply a paradise for football dogs.

The plane slowly stopped on the runway, and after some tossing, Han Fei dragged two trolley boxes and walked slowly to the exit, although his English had passed the fourth or sixth level, and he knew those words, but at first glance in this all-English environment, he was really a little confused.

The UK has a typical temperate maritime climate, January is the wettest time of the year, even the air is wet, with the current low temperature, it is particularly uncomfortable, as if someone is playing a prank on you, sticking a hand soaked in ice water into your neck.

"Come on, you really have to be cautious when you go abroad, this dumb English is really unbearable. Walking to the door of the hall, Han Fei said self-deprecatingly, and was about to take out the mobile phone in his pocket to call Miss Jiang.

"Put your hands on your head, right no!" a slightly rougher voice sounded in Han Fei's ears, and then a hard object was held against his waist.

, isn't it, I just landed and suffered fourth-class treatment? Can I be a terrorist like me? Han Fei's mind was confused for a while, but he still did as requested, holding his head in his hands, Niang Xipi, shouldn't this kind of thing only appear in magazines like "Youth Digest" and "Reader", why did it fall on my head?

“Turn around！”

Okay, okay, when I get to your British's territory, can't I turn around? Han Fei cursed 10,000 swear words at the British.

"Hahahaha......"

When Han Fei turned around helplessly, the voice became thinner, a familiar laughter, a familiar face.

Miss Jiang smiled so much that her eyes were bent into crescents, and said, "Why are you so obedient, let you hold your head and hold your head, and let you turn around." ”

Han Fei let go of the lever, crossed his hands on his waist, and was helpless to the extreme, and was stunned for two seconds before replying: "I'm afraid of death, didn't the magazine say that you have to hold your head if the foreign police ask you to hold your head, otherwise people have the right to shoot you." ”

"That's right. Miss Jiang nodded and said, not at all that there was anything wrong with the prank she had just played.

She wore a long black down jacket today, buried her chin in the dark blue scarf, washed blue jeans underneath, a pair of snow boots under her feet, and a pink bag on her shoulder.

Han Fei shook his head, approached her with a smile, opened his arms and hugged her into his arms, and his hands also used a little strength, hugging Miss Jiang and refusing to let go, and Miss Jiang also wrapped her hands around Han Fei's waist, and her palms clenched Han Fei's clothes tightly, and she was unwilling to let go for a long time.

Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know.

"Came early?"

"Well, it's a three-hour train ride from Norwich to London. ”

Han Fei touched Miss Jiang's face behind him, rubbed his fingers gently, reluctant to add a little more strength, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's not hard, you're hard, thirteen hours. Miss Jiang arched into Han Fei's arms, indescribably coquettish.

Miss Jiang's hands were a little cold, Han Fei held her hands, simmered for a while, and said softly, "Then how do we go next?"

"First the subway, and then to the train station, I have to let you experience the sad feeling of being unaccompanied and lonely after I got off the plane. ”

"Well, I haven't only seen British trains in 'World Football'. This is a bit like a long-distance relationship in China, squeezing a train all the way just to see a lover. ”

"Phew, don't be ashamed, who is your lover. Miss Jiang gave him a blank look.

Han Fei and Miss Jiang dragged a trolley case and walked to the other side hand in hand.

Turning to the subway, getting on the train, and dragging two big boxes, the two of them are like a little couple during the Spring Festival, and they almost sing the song "Husband and Wife Return Home".

The railway traffic in the UK is quite convenient, coupled with the small number of people, unlike the Celestial Empire at this time, the railway station has entered the preparatory state for the Spring Festival, and the flow of people is soaring.

got on the train, the two found a seat and sat down, there are still some benefits to being in a foreign country, at least no one knows Han Fei now, there is no need for him to frame a hat on his head, and then cover it with a mask, hold hands if he wants to hold hands, and hug his waist if he wants to.

The train is moving, the city is getting farther and farther away, and the scenery outside the window gradually changes from exquisite buildings to empty scenery, and the speed is not fast, probably slightly stronger than the domestic K prefix.

Han Fei sat by the window, Miss Jiang sat next to him, her body half leaning on him, like a piece of soft gummy, a beautiful fragrance penetrated into Han Fei's nose, he secretly took a deep breath and smiled with satisfaction.

The two didn't have anything to say along the way, maybe the lovesickness was suppressed to a certain extent, words were difficult to express, and they could only express one or two through intimate body movements, the scenery outside the window was very beautiful, just like the desktop wallpaper of the XP system, Han Fei looked at it and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, Miss Jiang, who had been snuggling on Han Fei's shoulder, shook her body, and when she saw that the people around her didn't move, she couldn't help but sit upright and take a look, yo, she actually fell asleep.

"He also bragged that football fans simply ignored the blow of jet lag, which is not the same as lying down. Miss Jiang smiled and complained in a low voice.

She looked at Han Fei carefully, as if he had never liked to have bangs, his hair was all pulled up, revealing a smooth forehead, and then down, his eyebrows and eyes were tight, and his eyelashes were as dense as a brush, resting quietly on his eyelids.

"Hmph, why are you a man with so good eyelashes? ”

The wheels and the track touched each other, making a rhythmic clanging sound, but the carriage was very quiet, Miss Jiang looked at Han Fei who was sleeping, and suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart, sour, swollen, there was both a sense of happiness and a kind of hypocritical sadness, somehow, she was smiling, but her eyes began to be like spring water, surging waves, one was not controlled, and a few tears fell.

"I hate it, it makes me cry. ”

Miss Jiang muttered, wiped her tears with her sleeves, leaned on Han Fei's shoulder again, and closed her eyes.

In the carriage there is a French song "Distant Train": "Ce train qui s" en va, C "est un peu de moi, Qui part, qui part......"