Mike got out of the subway and hurried to the entrance of the international airport in Shata City. He was carrying his bag and was just about to walk forward when he heard a man's voice come from a dark corner around the corner: "Young man, come and help with the handle." ”

Mike poked his head out to see a skinny, airport patrol officer in a police uniform trying to pull up a homeless man draped in a brown blanket and covered in dirt. Mike immediately stepped forward to help pick up the stinking ronin.

"Little policeman, you better go home and spend more time with your parents. You won't live for more than two months, hahaha!" said the homeless man with a smile

"Why are you like this?!Others help you, and you still curse others?!" Mike immediately scolded angrily

"Hehe, boy, don't anyone else's heart! he's dead for a hundred, not the worst. It's better than you kid to watch the people around you die one by one..."The ronin sighed at Mike

"Psycho!" said Michael, flicking the 'crow's beak' arm aside and turning to leave.

And now the blanket that the homeless man had draped over his head also fell, leaking out of his pus-covered face. He still shouted loudly behind him: "You have to believe the words of a dying man! Everything is predestined! You can't change anything! Hahahahaha!"

Mike ran into the airport and thought, 'Oh, that's bad luck!' I was in a good mood, but I didn't expect to run into a madman when I was leaving..."

More than two hours passed

At around 8 p.m., it was drizzling in Manxi, the capital of Islam, and Mike looked at the ever-growing airport and runway through the small cabin windows with raindrops hanging from the round windows. After the game, he didn't dare to close his eyes. Because he always felt as if he was in a dream, for fear that he would sleep back to reality from this beautiful dream.

The small Capital International Airport was crowded, some people looked hurried, and some people were sleepy-eyed. Suitcases of all sizes and colors are shuttling through the busy airport like an ant's nest. Mike carried his small black one-shoulder backpack (stuffed with two days of stinky clothes and socks) and slowly walked out of the pick-up gate with the flow of people leaving the station.

Rain shouts, "Auntie, look, Mike is there!" (Rain, Mike's neighbor, Fat Small.) Extremely memory.,Remember.,But the personality is also extremely withdrawn.,Sensitive.,Reluctance to contact strangers.。 Since being persuaded to quit by three elementary schools, he has been hiding in the house and relying on his mother for his life, living a happy life that he likes - reading books with his mother every day, watching TV, and counting the raindrops on the glass on rainy days. Until one rainy afternoon, a newly moved little boy passed by the window sill where he was counting carefully and waved his hand to him, so frightened that he quickly hid in the corner of the wall, and waited for a long time before daring to look out. When he unexpectedly saw the smiling face of the new neighbor on the glass window, it magically brought a dumb and a dumb and a dumb a gua closer to each other before they signed any strategic cooperation agreement or good-neighborly non-aggression declaration. Mike can't remember exactly how they became good friends now, but what he remembered most was a question he asked Rain when he was a child--

"Why is the big demon king of the cartoon finally destroyed by an ancient artifact, why can't it be a weapon newly invented by scientists?" This nonsensical little question is the first time that Rain has been in the field of cartoons, and it is also a landmark event for Mike to establish his status as a big brother in this duo of Dumb and Agua. The young rain was also for it, and ran N many times back to the library. After a long time, Xiao Xiaoyu realized that no one would be bored enough to research and write a book for such an absurd question. But an inexplicable sense of worship still arises spontaneously. It seems that the world of children is really elusive to adults ... Rain took off his baseball cap and waved it vigorously in the crowd, shouting in a low voice: "Mike ~ Mike ~!"

Mike walked through the crowd in three steps and two steps, and he gave Rain a big hug first. Then he hurriedly took out the golden championship trophy from his backpack and showed it to his mother. Mama Mike looked at Mike with the trophy in her hand and opened with a mantra: "If your dad is here, he will be very happy!"

The word dad doesn't mean a broad shoulder, a warm hug, a teammate playing ball like the average kid thinks in Mike's mind. For as long as he can remember, Dad was just a familiar stranger to his mother, because he died unexpectedly not long after Mike was born, and the careless mother didn't even leave a picture of his father. But every time he saw his mother's bright eyes when he mentioned his father, he couldn't help but echo her words, and then said, "Yes, if only Dad were here." and so on.

"Now you can be famous~ Look, the Mando Times has published your photo! The headline is: Cradle Killer, Champion the Champion!" Rain excitedly stuffed the newspaper to Mike.

Mike opened the newspaper and looked at it, and there was such a three-line article about himself in the supplement in the lower left corner of the second page of the newspaper. But what is depressing is that the photo above turned out to be a photo of his school's admission certificate, and his hair was not combed, and he was extremely stunned. . .

It's just that this time I really can't blame the editor. Because he had to find a photo of an obscure and unexposed high school student in one day's time, and it was likely that this would be the first and last time in his life that he would appear in the media. What's even more infuriating is that this kid turned out to be a weird guy who doesn't even have a selfie album in today's era of advanced information. Therefore, being able to match a picture is already supported by the conscience of a media practitioner and the industry.

"Mike, you must be hungry on the road, let's find a place to sit. I've got your favorite stuffy noodles with you. Mom said as she took out the lunch box from her handbag. As soon as he heard the stewed noodles, it was Mike's turn to light up this time. Since childhood, Mike has been convinced that her mother is a person with magical magic, she can always make her snacks disappear, and she can always revive toys and faucets that have been broken by herself. Among his mother's many superpowers, Mike's favorite is his mother's stewed noodles - just a simple combination of beans, cabbage, minced meat and noodles, but with his mother's skillful hands, it has become a delicacy that he never gets tired of eating and always thinks that his belly is too small. Of course, when there is a sister rushing to eat, it is even more delicious!

Mike gulped down the lunch box and asked, "By the way, why didn't my sister pick me up?"

"She's on the night shift today and can't come. But she said that when you go back, I'll make up for you. Mama McChai said

"That's pretty much it~" Mike replied.

Although in theory Mike should have fallen asleep because of the exhaustion of the journey, the rhythm of insomnia seems to have come uninvited. Afraid of waking others, he felt the darkness, tiptoed to the refrigerator to find a sausage, heated it in the microwave oven, and walked to his house while eating. Maybe it was still a bit of jet lag, but he accidentally tripped over the threshold of his house. Mike stumbled two steps forward, then slammed his head into the corner of his chair and fainted...