The airport, a place destined to be a place where countless parting and encounter dramas are staged every day.

Standing in front of the sign in the airport hall, Lu Ling, dressed in black and carrying a shoulder bag on his shoulder, brushed his hair that had become very wild after a long trip with one hand, and listened to the endless explanation of the customer service lady beside him with a calm face.

As a standard tourism city that regards tourism as a pillar industry, S City has done quite well in supporting services. There are multiple language interpreters on the signage of the airport for tourists from all over the world to browse, not to mention, the customer service lady who can be seen everywhere for the tourists who have just walked out of the airport to give a friendly explanation, is definitely a bright color of the S city airport.

As soon as Lu Ling came out of the exit, an enthusiastic customer service lady walked in front of him, and without waiting for Lu Ling to explain that he didn't actually need help, he explained to Lu Ling on his own.

Lu Ling has been to this country famous for tourism many times, but this time, whether it is the identity or purpose of coming, it is very different from the past, and for Lu Ling, everything is new.

So although Lu Ling didn't actually have any questions to answer, he still patiently listened to the enthusiastic explanation of the customer service lady, and took a photo with her at the invitation of the customer service lady after the explanation.

Lu Ling is very good-looking, and he is the kind of good-looking that conforms to most people's aesthetics. To put it simply, it's a kill. Even if they are the same kind of men, no matter how unhappy they are about Lu Ling's appearance, they have to admit that Lu Ling's appearance is indeed a fight.

With the appearance of killing, coupled with a slender body of one meter and eight meters and muscles that can be faintly felt even if it is covered by a T-shirt after long-term exercise, Lu Ling will not feel strange to attract any female creature.

Wan declined the leading service of the customer service lady who was extremely enthusiastic and wanted to personally send him to the bus stop, and found the bus stop sign to take the bus not far from the airport exit, and Lu Ling boarded the bus to the hotel very smoothly.

Being in a foreign country, the language barrier is at the top of the list, and Lu Ling happens to have such a great talent in language, so fortunately, language has not become an obstacle to his free movement in this city.

Compared with many Chinese people around him who were stumbling and struggling to communicate with the locals sitting next to him with translation software, Lu Ling, who was leaning on his seat and quietly looking out of the window, seemed to be much more comfortable.

S City is worthy of being a well-known tourist city, and not long after Lu Ling got in the car, the originally empty bus was filled with people rushing up.

When the space in the bus was completely filled and there was no room for even one person, the driver finally closed the door. Carrying a full car of tourists, the bus slowly started in the direction of the terminal.

Giving up his seat to an old man who looked as if he was going to foam at the mouth at any moment, Lu Ling squeezed to the window with great difficulty amid the grateful thanks of the people who took the old man on a family trip.

Pushing the window open a small crack, Lu Ling took a deep breath. The climate in S City in August was still very hot, and standing on the bus that was crowded like a sardine can, if he couldn't breathe in time, Lu Ling felt that he might be fainted by the smell of ecstasy emitted from the carriage.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy whose father was a shooter, his mother was a trampoliner, his grandfather and grandmother were badminton mixed doubles players, his grandparents, one diving, one swimming. Coupled with his uncles and aunts who are engaged in a series of sports such as long-distance running and long jump, his family has successfully collected three major types of sports, land, water and air, and none of them have been left behind.

In such a standard family of athletes whose entire immediate family was engaged in various sports, the boy's trajectory had already been determined in the gossip of his family before he was born, and he knew nothing about his future.

If you can enter the national team, you can enter, but if you can't enter the national team, it is good to be a coach. With such a large group of professionals teaching them by hand, no one is worried that the boy will not even be able to be a coach.

No one likes to spend their life like a robot when every step is arranged, and the boy has lost count of how many times he has been beaten by his father for rebelling against the fate of becoming an athlete, and how many times he has squatted in a quiet little dark room where he can only hear the sound of his own breathing.

Whether it is being beaten or locked up in a small black room, the taste is very uncomfortable. But not free, rather than die, the boy can't remember where he heard this sentence that sounds very compelling, but it doesn't matter, the most important thing for him and the most important thing to pay attention to has never been one point, his own life, he has to make his own decisions.

So on the night when he went to the school to hand in the volunteer application form after the college entrance examination, he used his flexible body that was forced out by his father with a stick and a stick to successfully sneak into the teacher's office on the fourth floor, found the volunteer book that the head teacher cherished and put in the drawer, and gently scraped off the original content with a knife and changed it to the name of an agricultural university in Jingbei.

The boy is very fond of small animals, and he is born with a very animalistic nature, and he is very wary of stray dogs for humans, he can call them with a wave of his hand. The neighbor next door is fierce and vicious, and the vicious dog that is about to bite people at every turn, as soon as he appears, he immediately becomes more well-behaved and obedient than the little yellow dog raised by his sister who can only wag his tail and sell cuteness.

If this talent is formally studied, it will definitely be able to uncover more potential. And making what you are interested in as a career is better than being a reluctant athlete. So even though he knew that he would be unlucky if things were revealed, the boy gritted his teeth and did it.

The boy's action was not successful after all, in the teacher's profession is still noble, the purpose of caring for students is still very pure, and there is not too much copper smell in the era, the volunteer form is an important document related to a student's life, before handing in, it will be repeatedly checked and confirmed.

The boy's method of modifying his volunteer is very ingenious, and even if he looks closely, he may not be able to see that there is anything wrong, but he is a proper true scholar, the kind that has attracted the attention of teachers. When he filled out the volunteer form, the head teacher was standing behind him.

The teacher has always been very sympathetic to the boy's family's dream of being an athlete, in her opinion, with the boy's qualifications, no matter what he does, he will be very good, so why should he be tied to the sports circle that he doesn't like or even resists and wastes his potential and time?

However, a teacher is only a teacher after all, she can give advice to parents based on what she understands about students, but she cannot help parents make decisions. And as an adult, the teacher knew very well that even if she pretended not to know anything and sent the volunteer letter away, the boy would not be able to fulfill his wish.

A huge family that has been athletes for generations and has cultivated countless athletes who have won glory for the country, what kind of energy it has, the boy does not know, but the teacher knows very well. Rather than waiting for the day of the incident to turn the world upside down, it is better for her to poke it before the matter is out of control.

The boy was beaten so badly that his father, after politely sending the teacher who had come to the door to explain the situation out of the house, broke his arm with the stick that had been placed behind the door to clean him up.

The boy's father has always been very strict, and in the boy's impression, when his father never smiled, he was always the stereotypical appearance with a straight face, and his expression did not change much even when he beat him.

But relying on the frequent brainwashing of the boy's sister, the boy actually doesn't have much resentment in his heart for this father who is often not at home and whips himself with a stick at every turn when he gets home.

"It's wrong for your father to beat you, but he's also for your good. Hate iron doesn't make steel, you know! That's how my dad feels. His personality is too sensational to say, and he can only show his concern for you by beating you in the wrong way. You're so smart, you must understand your father's hard work, right?"

Every time he was beaten or came out of the little dark room, the boy's sister would fool him like this. Over time, being beaten is equivalent to caring, and it has become a fixed pattern in the boy's heart.

This pattern shattered when his father broke his arm and his sister rushed over to hug him, and through the gap between his sister's arms and body, he saw his father's eyes looking at him.

The boy's sister once told the boy that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and many feelings that cannot be expressed through words or actions are hidden in the eyes of human beings, waiting to be discovered by those who need to know this feeling.

And from his father's gaze, the boy didn't see what his sister said about hatred of iron and steel, he didn't see disappointment in his son's rebellious behavior, and from his father's eyes, the boy only saw indifference. The way his father looked at him was like looking at a stone or a tree.

The boy didn't know what his father had gone through, so he looked at his own son as if he were a dead thing like a stone, and he didn't want to know what the specific reason was. When humans feel distressed or helpless, they usually use the method of isolating the source of pain to resolve their negative emotions.

The boy is the same, he has been able to persist in sports training for so many years that he does not like or even reject, completely relying on the belief that his father loves me, and when this belief is shattered with his father's indifference, the only thought that comes to the boy's mind is to leave this place that makes him feel painful.

Ten days before the opening day of the University of Physical Education, the boy boarded the train to Keihoku, sat in the window seat, and showed a very difficult smile to his sister, who was standing outside the window waving vigorously.

So be it, this time, it will be the last time he will give in. After that, he would never do anything against his will.

"Bongeunji Station has arrived, so if you have a passenger who gets off at this stop, please get off as soon as possible, and please pay attention to safety when getting off... The sudden sound of the announcement interrupted Lu Ling's memories.

Get off the bus, find the hotel, check in. Throwing the backpack on the bed, Lu Ling sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that was very bright by the cleaning staff, and his two long legs seemed to have nowhere to put them.

Opening his mouth to bite the straw, letting the sweet taste of strawberry milk overflow his mouth, Lu Ling's eyes bent into a beautiful half-moon shape. Looking down at the sparkling lights outside the window that were located below the nineteenth floor, Lu Ling bent the corners of his mouth at the hazy figure in the window, "Tomorrow's weather will definitely be very good!"