Because it didn't alarm anyone, this flight trip was very calm and smooth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It took almost two hours to get from Valencia to Amsterdam, and after a short half-day stop in the City of Tulips, the three of them boarded the flight again, this time in about 10 hours.

It's late at night, and through the window, you can see the dark sky outside, and occasionally the stars flicker, as if you are a stone's throw away, and you will have the illusion that the stars are within reach.

The cabin is already quiet, most of the passengers have gone to sleep, occasionally you can hear a slight dream, from time to time there are beautiful flight attendants passing by, carefully covering the sliding towels for the passengers.

"Do you need a drink, sir?"

Fan Bizhuang sat quietly in his seat, looking at the clouds and stars outside the window, in a daze.

There was a beautiful flight attendant lady who asked him with a smile and pulled him back from his trance. He shook his head slightly, and the flight attendant smiled again and walked away slowly.

Looking back, Geng Ziyu, who was sitting on the outermost, had an eye patch on his eyes, sleeping extremely wonderfully, and there was not only liquid flowing out of the corners of his mouth, but even snoring.

"This guy sleeps like a dead pig." Molina next to him stroked his forehead speechlessly, and quipped, "This guy doesn't recognize the bed, and he can sleep so peacefully on the plane, he can be regarded as a talent." ”

Molina also didn't sleep, whether it was a former professional scout or a current football agent, both jobs required him to travel around, and Molina has long been accustomed to the experience of being a trapeze. In the past, he would not have any discomfort about flying, no matter how long it was, it was just a matter of closing his eyes and getting some sleep.

But today is a little strange, I can't sleep no matter what. Maybe it's because Fan Bizhuang sits next to him, keeping his eyes open, and this state of "insomnia" also affects him.

Fan Bizhuang smiled faintly, nodded, and looked out of the wind window again.

"What do you think, Fan?"

Since you can't sleep, you have to find something to do, otherwise it will be so boring to fly for such a long time and a long night.

Obviously, chatting is a great way to relieve boredom.

"What would the night look like in China? Will it be the same as here, with deep clouds and a quiet starry sky? ”

Fan Bizhuang's tone was very low, very light, with a hint of yearning and a hint of unnaturalness.

He had never set foot on the land that only existed in his memory, but this time he was going to return to his hometown, and the cowardice of his hometown was too exaggerated, but the mood of amazement was inevitable.

When he decided to go to China in the summer, Fan Bizhuang felt that he was ready, but before he could actually set foot on the land of his hometown, he felt a little bit of trouble in his heart. Such an emotion made him a little flustered.

I want to, but I don't want to; Looking forward to it, but also a little apprehensive.

Molina can naturally feel the complex emotions of the teenager, no matter how mature and calm Fan Bizhuang behaves on weekdays, but in the end, he is only a teenager under the age of twenty, life has brought him hardship, let him learn to be strong and independent, but life will not hand over to him a thing called "nostalgia", there is a thing called home, no matter when, no matter where, it will always be buried deep in his heart.

"I don't know what the night looks like in China." Molina joked lightly, "Because at this time...... China may still be in the afternoon, right? The stars and the moon came from there......"

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and then began to speak as if he were taking care of himself.

"In my memory, I really don't have much impression of China, for as long as I can remember, I have lived in Catalonia, not the city of Barcelona, it should be in a small suburban town not far from Barcelona, I don't remember what it was called......

“…… I walked around, wandered around, in order to stop my stomach from feeling hungry, in order to keep myself from being bullied by others, I ......"

"Then Aunt Azusena found me. I seemed to feel the smile of an angel when the woman with the warm smile reached out to me, yes, Aunt Azusena was the most holy angel...... Aunt Azusena held me and cried all the time, crying 'I have finally found you, child!' ''You've got a home, kid!' At that time, I just felt that this woman's arms were so warm, really warm......"

"We settled in Barcelona and I had my own home, a new home and my family...... But then ...... Aunt Azusena is gone...... It's ridiculous, my aunt's relatives rarely come to the city of Barcelona, but after she left, they all popped up, houses, cars...... Everything, they took it...... I can only live on the streets again......"

"Actually, I don't care about those things, I really don't care...... I just want my aunt to be by my side forever, but ...... Then Mr. Puerta came, and I went to Tongs, where I have lived ever since...... Until you find it......"

"It was a city of sorrow and a city of memories...... It's been warm, it's been cold ......."

Fan Bizhuang quietly recounted, Molina listened quietly, the young man's past experience, Molina was naturally clear, but when he heard the young man talk about it again, the sourness in his heart continued to gush out.

A teenager who has been living on the streets since he was a child, struggling to survive, such a picture hits Molina's heart in waves, but it can only be turned into a sigh.

"Mr. Contelares, ...... said," Fan Bizhuang turned his head back and looked directly at Molina, "there, will it feel like home?" ”

"Yes."

swallowed back the three words "I don't know" that came to his mouth, and blurted out two affirmative words.

Having tasted the warmth and coldness of life and experienced the various states of life, the teenager's desire for "home" is beyond ordinary people.

Molina pointed to the dark night sky outside the wind window, and the unknown distance.

"Definitely."

Fan Bizhuang smiled and finally closed his eyes gently.

Molina smiled too.

In the dark starry sky, a huge plane was still flying smoothly, and the young man's heart had drifted to the destination he longed for the most.

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"Ahh

"Ahh

"Sneeze !!"

At the entrance of the hall of Beijing Capital Airport, three figures stood side by side, and a man with seven or eight big burdens on his body covered his nose and sneezed repeatedly, and a cool night breeze blew, and snot and tears flowed together.

It was Fan Bizhuang and his entourage.

After about ten hours of sailing, the three of them finally arrived in Beijing smoothly.

When we set sail from Amsterdam, it was getting dark, and after landing, it was still pitch black outside, because of the time difference, it was late at night in Beijing.

While on the plane, Fan Bizhuang also asked Molina if he could see the night sky in China. Now I do see it, but it doesn't feel very good, the dark night sky seems to be shrouded in a layer of gray-black gas, which is very similar to the always smoggy London, the sky is always overcast, and the stars are always hidden.

Although it is now close to the middle of May, it is the time of spring flowers, but the chill of spring is still coming from all directions, especially at night, the temperature is close to about zero, the breeze blows, the cold feeling is still unbearable.

Geng Ziyu sneezed several times in a row, and the sad appearance of tears and snot flowing together was very unbearable.

"Who let you sleep like a pig on the plane, if I hadn't kicked you a few times, even if you got to the station, you would still be reluctant to wake up from your sweet dream!"

Molina scolded with a smile and said, for Geng Ziyu's ability to sleep, he was convinced, for ten hours, this guy didn't eat a single thing, didn't drink a drop of water, didn't even open his eyes, and slept all the way to the end in a daze.

During this time, there was also a little turmoil, because this guy slept too dead, at first glance it looked like sleeping in heaven, the flight attendants were still frightened, thinking that the passenger was physically wrong, resulting in a comatose all the time, and the random medical staff also hurriedly ran to him to do a check.

Naturally, there is no, this guy is drowsy.

Geng Ziyu ignored Molina's ridicule, but opened his arms and shouted as if he wanted to hug the air in front of him.

"This is China, this is Beijing!"

"Beijing, I'm Hu Hansan...... No, I'm Geng Ziyu back! ”

The crazy screams attracted strange glances from the passers-by around, and some even secretly walked around a few people, obviously treating Fan Bizhuang and his party as mental patients with head problems.

Fan Bizhuang shook his head helplessly, subconsciously took a few steps back, and kept a distance from Geng Ziyu.

Geng Ziyu didn't notice it at all, just finished roaring, because there was another night wind blowing, and he couldn't help but have another serial sneeze, which made his open mouth mush.

This guy didn't feel disgusted, so he wiped it casually with his sleeve, and then squatted down and opened a baggage.

"Hahaha, look, look, what is this?!"

"I said it a long time ago, I, Geng Ziyu, am a prepared man! You're only carrying a backpack, what can you bring? Ha, at the critical moment, you still have to rely on me! ”

"Come on, Master Fan, Mr. Molina, let's replace them!"

Geng Ziyu took out three down jackets from his baggage, handed one to Fan Bizhuang and Molina each, and put another one on himself, so that his body had a feeling of warmth.

"It's really well prepared."

Molina couldn't help but admire. He did a lot of homework before he came, but he really didn't pay attention to some details, and he was a foreigner about the weather conditions in Beijing, so he had experience in talking about it.

Fortunately, with Geng Ziyu, the "landlord", and him to follow, he will do everything in detail, and this trip to China will be a lot less troublesome.

"You're kind of useful, Reporter Geng." Fan Bizhuang teased, and then nodded, "Thank you." ”