By the time I confirmed the best route from the hotel to the subway station, it was already getting dark. After all, I had to fly the next day, so I would rest early after dinner tonight, so I found a noodle restaurant and planned to eat a bowl of beef noodles. Maybe it's because I'm a little early, and there's only one customer in the restaurant besides me. After looking at the menu for a long time, I finally made a decision to eat a good meal: a bowl of braised beef noodles. The cashier helped me type out the order, and then I gave her the 50 yuan that the taxi driver had asked me for the day before. Just as I was about to get the money, the cashier very politely returned the 50 to me and asked me to change it. I was a little puzzled, I took the 50 and looked at it, why is this Grandpa Mao's avatar so mushy? Counterfeit banknotes!! I was shocked! I took out another hundred and gave it to her, and then put the fifty in my pocket. The camper re-found the money for me, and with the money, I found a seat with my back to the cashier.

When I sat down, my face turned red. I didn't dare to look at the noodle eater at the table next to me, and I didn't dare to look back at the young lady who was the cashier, as if I had been found out with a score of 0 in the test. When the noodles came up, I didn't dare to look at the waiter's face, so I ate as quickly as I could, and then went out. Vaguely, I found out that the table next to me had long been empty, and the young lady at the cash register didn't seem to be staring at me, everything was just that I cared too much about it.

When I returned to my accommodation, I locked the door, took out the 50 yuan that had been rejected, and then compared it with the 50 yuan that my sister had asked me. In comparison, the rejected $50 looked like a painting. I couldn't help but feel full of hatred for the taxi the day before, and began to make a deduction about the case the night before.

Maybe the driver didn't have any bad intentions, but when he saw that I came out of the station alone, he had a better chance of getting benefits from me than a crowded passenger, so he took me as an opportunity. When he saw my 100 yuan bill, he had a plan, and through the dim light in the car, he took advantage of the dim light in the car to find me the fake 50 yuan he had received from someone else as the real 50 yuan. Then he hurried to get the luggage, allowing me to divert my attention from the money in my hand to the luggage in his hand. As soon as I got my luggage, he fled the scene as fast as he could. Unair-conditioned hard-seat trains, fake enthusiastic drivers, shabby taxis, and fake 50 yuan...... It makes me feel a little less good about Beijing.

Anyway, I can't find the driver, so I'll take this 50 as a lesson! I'm afraid that in the future, I will be like that taxi driver, who does what he does not want to do to others, and will find a way to spend the 50. So driven by resentment, I tore it in half and threw it down the toilet and sent it down the drain after a pumping sound. This made me feel a little better, so I put away my clothes and rearranged my suitcase. After watching a movie and browsing the intranet, I felt sleepy, so I put my computer up and went to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, and after checking out, I walked straight to the subway station. In the face of Beijing's huge underground transportation network, I was a little homeless for a while, but fortunately there was a cute police uncle next to me, so I asked them about the transfer method of the airport special line. Different from the ordinary subway, the airport line is indeed much more advanced. Although the price is much higher than that of the ordinary subway, it costs 25 yuan, but it is really low compared to the taxi fare of more than 100 yuan in Chahachong. It may also be because of my special time, there are not many people on the special line, and there are many locations. But I'm more used to standing in the doorway, and that's probably because of my habits. The main thing is that you can give up your seat to people in need, and secondly, it is convenient to get on and off the bus, and you will not sit at the station. I thought that I was standing in the doorway and facing a dark tunnel all along, but I didn't expect that after ten minutes of shuttling in the dark, I suddenly reached the surface. I also took the opportunity to enjoy the scenery on the outskirts of Beijing, and there were even some Olympic facilities along the way.

I look at my watch from time to time, it seems that there is still plenty of time, and the subway line really lives up to its name, and it has not stopped since I got on the train, and the destination is the T1T2 terminal. When I arrived at the station, I carried my luggage and followed the crowd straight to the terminal.

After all, it is an international metropolis, and there are many foreigners in the airport. Although there are some blonde foreigners on the streets of Cha Ha Chong from time to time, and our school also has an international college, the frequency of appearances is certainly not as high as here. Weaving among these foreigners made me feel a little nervous. It's not because their faces are different from ours, but I'm afraid that some of my inadvertent actions will make them feel that the quality of our people is not high, and I am afraid that I will lose the face of the people of the whole country. I pretended to be calm, held my head high in a rare way, showed the temperament of a citizen of a big country, and walked to the check-in counter to check in. After passing the security check, when I came to the waiting room, I changed my previous lazy state of sitting and slumping, holding my suitcase and watching the planes on the tarmac rise and fall through the glass window, acting like a high-quality business person as much as possible.

This flight is China Eastern Airlines, and it is a big plane. In addition, what is even more different from the previous ones is that in addition to blankets, we were also sent headphones on this flight, which made the tedious journey more enjoyable. And when watching the video of the plane, you can finally hear what it is talking about, and this comfortable experience makes the in-flight meal delicious. What's more, the headphones allow us to protect our ears when the plane takes off and descends, so that the eardrum no longer tingles. It made me wonder why the airline I was flying with didn't offer this service, even if I asked them for headphones, they gave me a gentle smile and said sorry. Later, when they sorted out the headphones, I realized that it was probably because the used headphones had to be sterilized too much, and the fragility rate of such headphones was high, which increased the operating costs of airlines for no reason.

The flight attendant sister is still so gentle and caring, she helped me turn on the reading light when she saw me reading magazines, and reminded me of foreign objects on my face when serving me in-flight meals. After eating the meal, I was able to sleep peacefully and adjust the wind to suit my feelings.

After a two-hour flight, I returned to Jiangnan, where I had been absent for half a year. It's just that Jiangnan at this time has been controlled by the subtropical high pressure, and there is no such delicate and viscous consistency, and there is just the scorching flames of the sun, which have been burning your skin. As soon as I left the airport, I was drenched in sweat. To be honest, at this point, I instantly found Cha Ha Chong very charming.

Eventually, though, I'm back.