Lin Sen had been gone for less than five minutes before returning to his seat.

"What's going on?" Dina asked a little nervously, "Is it ......?"

Obviously, what was said on the airplane radio was so strict, even if Lin Sen was a miracle doctor, it was probably impossible for him to cure people in such a little time, so it seemed that there was only one possibility left.

"I can't die." Lin Sen said angrily.

It is not uncommon to encounter accidents such as passengers getting sick on the plane, as a former doctor, Lin Sen is naturally responsible, but when he and the tall stewardess who have been staring at him came to the first class, they found that the situation said on the radio was urgent, but in fact it was just the simplest dislocation, an Arab accidentally fell down when going down the stairs and dislocated his shoulder, which was not a big deal, but most of the person's identity would not be ordinary, so the crew was so nervous.

After Lin Sen went, he just glanced at it, took his arm back to its original position two or three times, and ignored the reactions of the others before they even had time, and came back directly. It's not that Lin Sen intends to pretend to be a high-ranking person, it's just that if a passenger who changes to economy class has a similar situation, Lin Sen doesn't think that the crew will be so nervous, the identity of the Arab just now may be noble, but making such a fuss makes others panic, this kind of different way of dealing with it from person to person really makes Lin Sen unable to have a good impression.

After a while, the tall stewardess came to Lin Sen's side again, politely saying that the guest just now invited him to the first class cabin to thank him in person. As soon as the stewardess's voice fell, Dina also frowned: I've heard of people who come to thank you in person, but I haven't heard of people who have to go to the door to be thanked, what's going on.

Seeing that Dina wanted to speak, Lin Sen hurriedly waved his hand to stop her, although the other party was arrogant, but the intention was good, and considering what happened just now, maybe this was the idea of the crew again, more is better than less, of course, Lin Sen didn't plan to really go to the first class cabin for a thank you, just told the flight attendant to tell that person, it was really useless.

The tall stewardess seemed embarrassed for a moment, but quickly left with a gentle professional smile.

It seems to have just passed. A few hours later, the plane landed at Tiannan International Airport.

At this time, Dina suddenly touched Lin Sen with her shoulder, and then pouted with interest in one direction, Lin Sen turned his head, only to find that the tall stewardess was holding something similar to a signature pad in her hand, and was hesitantly walking towards him.

"Sir, can you sign it for me?" Walking up to Lin Sen, the tall stewardess said with a look of hope.

"Signature? Do you know who I am? Lin Sen was stunned for a moment, the first time he encountered this situation, he was a little puzzled.

"Yes, you used to be the manager of Atletico Madrid, didn't you?"

"Uh...... Yes, yes, once ......" Lin Sen was a little unpleasant.

"That's right, can you sign it for me? My brother likes you very much, he's a football fan. ”

"yes, okay." Lin Sen had already understood, reached out and took the signature pad, quickly wrote a blessing on it, and then signed his name in a dignified manner.

After getting the autograph, the tall stewardess thanked her repeatedly, and then left with a happy face, while Dina next to her asked again with a strange smile: Are you disappointed?

Disappointed?

Lin Sen now clearly means Dina, the peach blossom luck instantly turned into the chrysanthemum luck, is it a little disappointed, it's just a little bit, but it's more of a different kind of love, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time someone has asked for an autograph, right? Lin Sen may not be important in European football, but in the distant motherland, it seems that Lin Sen is at least not unknown. Although Lin Sen himself doesn't know how famous he is.

But the facts soon proved that Lin Sen did not have the kind of Cheng Dù who could cause screams everywhere, at least, he did not have any cover-up, and he did not cause any sensation at the airport, and occasionally a few doubtful glances were basically skimmed over, and most of them were not sure whether Lin Sen was the "Lin Sen". Compared with Lin Sen, the sky blue denim shorts, light gray slim T-shirt, and the fashionable and cool Western beauty Dina, but there are more hot eyes, from the passage to the exit, and even a few lustful and bold stepped forward to try to say hello, Lin Sen didn't have much to do to escort, just watched with a pitiful look at the moths who were defeated one by one under Dina's queen aura.

Since returning to China this time was a temporary intention, and Lin Sen did not notify his family in advance, naturally no one came to pick up the plane, and when he walked out of the airport, Lin Sen quickly stopped a car and went straight to his hometown in the suburbs.

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Along the way, Dina, who was like a queen on the plane, became a curious little girl, anything outside the car window seemed to be a scenery for her, pointing all the way, Lin Sen also patiently answered one by one, although the two talked in Spanish, but perhaps the atmosphere of the two chatting about homely things infected the old driver, the driver surnamed Huang, who was shocked by Dina when he got into the car, also opened the conversation, Lin Sen has not been back for three years, many changes The driver is more familiar, under his enthusiastic answer, Lin Sen became a temporary translator, It also adds a lot of fun to the not so short journey.

The old driver's name surnamed Huang is Huang Tianding, a typical Chinese name, he has been a driver for more than 30 years, in this city can be said to be a living map, Tiannan is a special zone, the development has been more rapid in recent years, and the housing prices in the city have risen, which can be described as an inch of land. If there is no ancestral inheritance of an acre of land, it is not an exaggeration to say that ordinary people need to work hard for a lifetime if they want to have a hiding place in the city on their own. However, in a city, there are always a few places that are exceptions, and Linzhuang is such a place.

Lao Huang's impression of Lin Zhuang is mysterious, because even the latest navigation system can't find any driving directions to this well-known place in the local area. This place seems to exist only in people's mouths, once, curious, he once tried to find out where Lin Zhuang was, and in fact he did find the way, not a winding path, but a standard national highway, the trees on both sides are straight, the road is clean and tidy, but there are few vehicles along the way, and the more he drives, the more he feels wrong, he still chooses to turn around without opening the end. Lao Huangyuan thought that he might never drive that avenue again in his life, but he didn't expect to meet two passengers who took it as their destination today.

The man is handsome, not to mention the woman, that is, such a pair of young men and women, Lao Huang dares to drive the car there, otherwise, if he is an ordinary person, where would he dare. Sure enough, he hadn't seen any cars since he got on that road.

Twenty minutes later, a row of bluestone road piles stopped the car, and not far from them, at the foot of the mountain, was a patchwork of small villages. Behind the stone piles is an old-fashioned stone arch bridge, and a clear stream flows around the village, between which is a field of green crops, and the village not far away looks like some old-fashioned buildings, but there is not the slightest sign of dilapidation. Standing at the head of the bridge, there is no trace of modernity except for a few telephone poles, the small bridge flowing water, white walls and red tiles, if you add a few verdant willows, this is almost a standard Jiangnan water town painting, it looks simply beautiful.

Lao Huang's eyes were about to pop out, he never thought that next to this city, which can be called the most modern city in China, there can be such a place that can be called a paradise. Compared to here, the steel city more than ten kilometers away is simply not a place for people to stay. Lao Huang is not an elegant person, he is just a layman, so he can only use the method of a layman to measure this place: the housing price over there has to be worked for several months for a square meter, so what about here? At least a few years......

At this time, the two young men got out of the car, the man paid the fare, kindly told him to drive carefully, and walked slowly towards the village with the woman. Lao Huang parked the car aside, and planned to go into the village to slip away, but just as he was about to step on the stone bridge, he subconsciously stopped, and only looked at it for a long time with an almost pilgrimage gaze outside the village, and then drove away reluctantly.

"This is where you're from? There is such a beautiful place in the world. ”

It's not just the driver Lao Huang who will be amazed, Dina is also shocked by this village, which can be said to be a perfect combination of nature and humanity. In the eyes of Dina, who has been accustomed to seeing European-style rugged architecture since she was a child, this exquisite small village in front of her is like moving out of a fairy tale world. Now she has begun to regret that she didn't bring the camera out.

"It's not." Lin Sen replied casually, his steps were light, and there was no pretension such as homesickness at all.

It wasn't his hometown, or rather, he didn't see it in his heart, though the place in front of him looked perfect. Born abroad, he only came back to stay here with his grandparents for a while when he was a child, and then followed his parents to travel abroad.

Dina only asked, then didn't ask again, and her attention seemed to be completely absorbed by the qiē beside her.

The small village is not big, it seems that there are only a few dozen families, after Lin Sen and Dina walked into the village, occasionally the villagers passed by, Lin Sen always took the lead in nodding and greeting, although they could all get a response, but most of them were polite, which could be seen from their puzzled expressions. Lin Sen walked along the familiar alley in his memory to the other end of the village, the side closest to the foot of the mountain.

Soon, Lin Sen came to the gate of a quaint-looking courtyard.