Just as Kabine stepped out of the VIP lounge, after a dozen steps, he turned around and looked around, but still did not see Rovman's appearance, and felt a little helpless, so he had to make calculations, and then prepared to board the plane.

He was still carrying the big backpack that he couldn't leave when he traveled, and it wasn't the reason why the backpack was so comfortable to bring on his body, so that he knew that the backpack was a little dirty and refused to change it, and his explanation to himself was really a bit nonsensical, saying that as long as the backpack could hold the essentials, it was enough.

As a public figure in the city of Granada, the airport is so busy that it is not difficult to imagine that there will be many plainclothes reporters roaming here, but he is no longer as low-key as before, in case he is found by tabloid reporters, and the black cap has been abandoned by him and has long been stored in the closet drawer of his home.

Recalling that just after arriving at the airport with the squirrel, he walked all the way from the parking lot to the No. 1 terminal, Kabine's posture is surprisingly natural, even if the passengers passing by may recognize him, but this detail is no longer valued by him, and he is interspersed with the passengers in the passenger terminal building full of pits and valleys, and he intuitively feels that he is an ordinary person at all.

Carbine's sudden change of style is not because he is no longer tired of the tabloid reporters' harassment, but because a series of problems such as the European Golden Boy Award have become a thing of the past, and the tabloid reporters will only follow the topical figures, and now that the topic of football has changed direction recently, this has relieved him.

At the very least, he could straighten his back and walk to the gate of the restricted area without any disguise on his face, and that feeling was free. The air around him seemed to smell of freedom, and he took a deep breath and finally smiled. I handed my boarding pass to the customs officer, and after a while, I walked into the boarding hallway.

There are no direct flights from Granada to Marseille every day, but it just so happened to be such a good day for the Carbine, and the complicated process of connecting flights to Madrid was avoided. When Kirbyne sat down in the soft seat of first class, he whispered, "It's so comfortable!" ”

He was right next to the window, and he could see half of the boarding bridge at a glance. When he turned around, he saw a flight attendant walking softly, stopping in front of his seat. Then he bowed slightly and said, "Sir! Need a glass of champagne? ”

"Okay! Thank you! ”

'Why not?' That was what Kirbyne thought to himself for a second, and he didn't allow himself to dip half a drop of alcohol into his mouth during the time he needed to prepare for battle. But this coincides with a winter break. With the good mood of returning to visit relatives, this is indeed 'why not?' ’

After a while, seeing that the passengers of this flight had also boarded, Kirby knew in his heart that the plane was about to depart, even though the city of Marseille may not be his hometown, but the feeling of returning to his hometown after three years can only be experienced by himself.

The excitement was mixed with some anticipation, knowing that he might not meet his childhood friends when he returned to the home, but the memories of Carbine's childhood would remain there for a long time. His hands trembled slightly when he heard the plane's engine start to start.

He peered out the window. It was found that the plane was being pushed backwards by the trailer, and the appearance of the half of the boarding bridge was also retreating at once, and when the plane made a big bend, the nose of the plane was facing forward, the fuselage was twisted, and the trailer was loosened again, and after retreating, the radio in the cabin also sounded......

Without half a delay, the flight took off on time, slid out of the air, made a big bend over the airport limits, and then climbed straight up on its back fuselage. At this time, the fuselage was still a little shaky, but fortunately, the glass of champagne that Carbine had ordered just now had already been taken back by the flight attendant, if it hadn't been for the fact that half a glass of champagne had to be spilled at this time.

In the past seven or eight minutes, the fuselage was controlled by the flight pilot into a parallel line, and it was also stabilized, and the broadcast in the cabin also said that passengers can do their own thing, but the words are also very old-fashioned to remind passengers that they must always fasten their seat belts.

The process of taking the plane was like attending school for Carbine, barely studying subjects that he did not like, and he had to hope that the bell for class would ring sooner, and when the flight arrived safely, it would be equivalent to the bell for class finally ringing, but there was no idiot of the squirrel in front of him, which made Carbine's intuition that the three-hour flight was even more boring, and he hastily ate a few bites of lunch provided by the flight attendants, and then slid down half of his body and fell asleep on the soft seat.

As soon as the time passed, he suddenly woke up.

The first reaction was to tell him that he was not woken up by the bumps of the fuselage, that he woke up from a nap, just for artificial reasons, and the second reaction was that he began to figure out how long he had been asleep, and found that he had only turned around after just an hour.

Standing in front of him was a little boy who looked to be less than thirteen years old, his immature face made you not find the slightest malice at all, and the little boy was followed by a flight attendant, who thought that the two people under Kirbine's eyes were so bold that they actually interrupted Kabine's rest.

In the course of a few seconds of action, he concluded that the little boy must be his fan, so he came to ask for an autograph, and the presence of the flight attendant only made the whole thing easier.

"Hello! Is there something wrong? ”

Kabine really didn't lose his temper, he could only say that the little boy was lucky, and if he changed the temper of other people who had something to lose, would the little boy be blamed? After all, it is indeed unreasonable to interrupt other people's rest like this......

The little boy did not answer, and the flight attendant replied for him: "Sir! Can you swap seats with this little boy? ”

"Oh? Is it? Only then did Kabine realize that the little boy had no intention of asking for an autograph from him, which could only mean that the little boy might not be a football fan, but what was even more incomprehensible was that depending on the situation, the little boy was likely to board the plane alone, but he could sit in first class, I am afraid that the little boy's family conditions are either rich or expensive......

"Can you ask what the hell is going on?" Swapping seats is basically no problem, but Cabine also has the right to ask what is going on.

The little boy saw Kabine's intentions, and smiled innocently, but he just smiled and did not answer, thinking that he wanted the flight attendants to help him solve the matter.

"Oh! That's right, sir! According to the system, this small TV in front of your seat has the movie that this little boy wants to watch, I wonder if it is convenient to swap seats with him? The cabin crew was polite, but to be honest, she was also worried about Kabine's change of heart and refusal to make an exchange.

Actually, Kabine was willing, and said that this was a trivial matter, and it was not a big problem, but it was strange that there was no such movie in the rest of the seats? So Carbine asked, "Can't he find that movie in his original seat?" ”

The flight attendant leaned over and said, "I'm sorry! Mr! This is the negligence of our technicians, according to the records of the ground system, it is indeed in your seat that this little boy wants to watch the movie, I wonder if you can ...... sir"

Kabinet raised his right hand, and without waiting for the flight attendant to finish speaking, he quickly replied, "Hmm! I see! I'm willing to swap seats, so be it! ”

After saying that, Kirbine got up, and when he stepped out of his seat, he touched the top of the little boy's head and asked, "Hey! What is it about the movies that appeals to you so much? Why do you have to watch it now? ”

The little boy finally spoke, as if to clarify that he was not dumb in passing: "It's Black Hawk Down!" A set of the best war movies of the last decade! ”

Kirby said in his heart that the answer was a little ridiculous, but he didn't show it in his face, just turned around and asked the flight attendant: "Who is this little boy?" Ordinary children don't handle things like this, right? ”

The flight attendant kept a smile and said, "He is the second heir of this airline, so he can be regarded as a prince!" (To be continued......)