Guo Dalu's most hated means of transportation in his life is airplanes, as a martial arts master, whether he is on a boat or a car, he is fearless, if these cars and ships really go wrong, with his skills, he will never be harmed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the airplane is a means of transportation suspended in the air, and if something really goes wrong, even if he has the power to pull out the mountain, it is useless.

Therefore, the plane is the most insecure means of transportation for him, but whenever he goes out, as long as he has a choice, he will not take the plane.

This feeling of powerlessness floating in the air is really unpleasant.

In fact, it is not only him, but any martial arts master, who has an instinctive rejection of taking a plane. This feeling of life and death not being in your own control is extremely bad.

Just like Guo Kaishan, when the old man went far away, he never took a plane, he could take a train or a train, he could take a car or a car, but he couldn't take a ship, but he didn't want to take a plane.

For a warrior, only by being down-to-earth will he feel stable, otherwise, the whole person will always be in a state of tension.

Before Guo Dalu got on the plane, he thought more than once, if it was a plane crash, how should he save himself, how to escape with Wang Xiaolu, think about it, and found that the possibility of escape is extremely low, and there is no parachute on today's civil aircraft, if it is a high-altitude crash, it is really only to close your eyes and wait for death.

Guo Dalu has always felt that he can do anything, but after getting on the plane, he found that his life was not entirely his own.

This feeling of powerlessness makes people feel very embarrassed, just like when Guo Kaishan faced thermal weapons at the beginning.

When Guo Kaishan saw the destructive power of pistols, he began to study how to dodge pistols, and later began to study how to prevent submachine guns, sniper rifles, rifles, etc., basically all the guns in the world He studied the methods of dealing with them, as long as they were fighting in the street rather than in the open battlefield, these guns could not hurt him.

Even missile and bomb attacks, as long as they react quickly, they are six or seven percent sure that they will be dodged.

But after hearing about the power of the atomic bomb and the hydrogen bomb, Guo Kaishan finally despaired, he really couldn't deal with these two weapons.

Guo Dalu also felt a little desperate on the plane now, and made up his mind that in the future, if there is a little possibility, he will not take the plane again, it is too scary!

The plane refueled once and flew for more than ten hours before finally landing from the San Francisco airport.

After seeing the plane land safely, Guo Dalu let out a long sigh, "Damn, I finally landed safely!"

"Guo Ye, Sister Xiaolu!"

Ma Xiaoyue walked to Guo Dalu's side, "Let's go out together!"

The little girl knew herself well, and she was unwary of the two, and after picking up the gift with the two, she walked to the exit of the airport.

The exit was full of Chinese people picking up the airport, and one by one homemade simple signs waved over the crowd, with the names of the people to be picked up.

After the three of them glanced at the door for a while, Guo Dalu smiled at Ma Xiaojian and said, "Ma Xiaojiu, do you see it, the person who picked you up is on the left, go out quickly!"

Ma Xiaoyue followed Guo Dalu's pointing, and saw a middle-aged man holding a sign, on which the three brush words "Ma Xiaodian" were neatly written, the font was strong, the momentum was extraordinary, and it was quite skillful.

"Dad!"

Ma Xiaoyue saluted and shouted and jumped, and said to Guo Dalu: "Guo Ye, Sister Xiaolu, I'll go first!"

She squeezed her way out of the crowd and trotted at the middle-aged man, the cheerful laughter could be heard clearly even at such a noisy exit.

Seeing that the little girl had found her relatives, Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu looked at each other and smiled, and walked together to a middle-aged man not far away.

This middle-aged man is thin and tall, wearing a pair of titanium glasses, and his appearance is extremely handsome, similar to Wang Xiaolu's face, and the sign he is holding in his hand at this time is Wang Xiaolu's name.

Seeing Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu walking over together, the middle-aged man laughed and threw the sign in his hand aside, "Dalu, Xiaolu, you are finally here!"

He stretched out his hand to shake Guo Dalu, "I haven't seen you for seven or eight years, Dalu is getting more and more burly!"

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Brother Wang is also getting more and more personable!"

This person is Wang Xiaolu's elder brother Wang Xiaozhou, who has been at odds with Guo Dalu since he was a child.

Guo Dalu has a fiery temper and has always acted above board, while Wang Xiaozhou has a feminine temperament, his mood is invisible, and everything he does is like a conspiracy, as if he is calculating others all the time.

Just because of their tempers, the two have fought a lot.

Although Wang Xiaozhou is seven years older than Guo Dalu, since Guo Dalu was ten years old and started with him for the first time, Wang Xiaozhou has never won a battle, even if he has been smart and clever since he was a child, far surpassing his peers, but in front of Guo Dalu, he can never raise his head.

His family has good kung fu, Guo Dalu is better than him, his academic performance is good, Guo Dalu is also better than him, he has been living in the shadow of Guo Dalu for more than ten years of survival in China.

Later, he settled in the United States and did not return to China, which is estimated to have a lot to do with Guo Dalu.

But this is an old thing, the two haven't seen each other for so many years, so naturally no one will mention it again.

"Let's go, get in the car, let's go home first!"

Wang Xiaozhou lives near San Francisco's Chinatown, along the way, you can see a number of Chinese signboards reflecting oil in the sun, the street is full of people, almost half of them are Chinese, in it, you don't feel that this is in the United States, and the bustling neighborhoods of several big cities in China are not much different.

Passing through several Chinese-style buildings, the car stopped in front of a small villa, and there were already people waiting in front of the villa.

"Fawn, fawn!"

A gray-haired woman reached out and hugged Wang Xiaolu and squeezed her eyes and burst into tears, "You dead child, if I don't call, won't you come?"

A tall, thin, gray-haired old man next to him snorted, "What are you crying about?

Guo Dalu looked at the two old men, "Uncle, auntie, are you okay?"

The white-haired old man looked at Guo Dalu with a very unkind look in his eyes, "It's okay, I can't die!"

The woman who hugged Wang Xiaolu said angrily: "Wang Shiquan, what kind of tone are you?

She smiled at Guo Dalu and said, "Dalu, come into the house, it's cold outside! This kid hasn't seen him for seven or eight years, and he's grown a lot taller!"

These two old men are Wang Xiaolu's parents, Wang Shiquan and Lei Suying, these two are familiar with Guo Dalu, and now that they have met, they find that they have not changed much.