"Am I dead?

"Probably not yet.

"But why can't I feel anything?"

Wrapped in a thick mist, Shujie floated in mid-air.

He danced his limbs and couldn't touch anything.

His eyes widened, still unable to tell if it was light or dark.

"Am I trapped between yin and yang?

"You can't go up to the sky, you can't go down to the ground;

"There is no past, and there is no future.

"How long will this be!"

…

"Sir?"

A voice came from nowhere.

Shujie looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but couldn't see anything.

"Sir?" The voice rang out again, shaking his head. But this time, Shujie saw it clearly, and there was a blinding brightness in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, and it took him a while to realize that it was a lamp. The lights faded, revealing a beautiful smiling face next to it.

"Wake up, sir. We have landed in Chicago, please bring your entry documents and prepare to disembark. The stewardess saw that Shujie had woken up, and left after speaking. Shujie found himself still sitting in the middle of that row of triplets. The middle-aged man on the left is moving his legs and feet in the aisle. The beautiful woman by the window on the right has taken off her light blue mask.

Didn't you just break your bones? Why are you still on the plane to the University of Notre Dame? For a while, Shujie had a splitting headache. That's right, my I-94! He picked up the entry documents scattered on the ground and looked at them all in English. What's going on? He took out his passport and visa again, and there were no square words on them. Was that a dream? Shujie asked himself: But why does it feel so real?

The roar of the engines finally stopped, and the flow of people in the aisles began to move. Shujie glanced at the cold beauty on the right again, and said cautiously: "Excuse me, the United States speaks English, right?" ”

"You're sick!" The beautiful woman immediately cried out: "I have never seen such a conversation." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Shujie apologized repeatedly, then picked up his Jansports travel backpack and walked off the plane with the crowd to line up at immigration. He looked around along the way and found that the advertisements in the airport were in English, and the signs were all in English, and those rice words were nowhere to be found. At this time, Shujie finally realized that the incredible adventure was just a dream of Nan Ke, and couldn't help but rejoice in his heart: It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream!

In front of the customs of the United States, there is still a long queue. After a long time, I finally arrived at Shujie. At the gesture of a police officer with a gun, he walked to window 7. In the window sat a chubby black lady with a yellow shield badge shining on her chest.

Why is this black aunt's face so familiar? Shujie was a little flustered for a while. He nervously handed over his passport, visa, and I-94 form. Aunt Hei took the document and began to flip through it. But Shujie always felt that he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't remember the specific time and place. At this moment, the black aunt's head was raised behind the counter. She looked into Shujie's eyes, suddenly smiled mysteriously, and asked, "Har ni how se-you?" ”

Har ni how se-you。

Har ni how se-you！

Har ni how se-you！！

Hearing this unforgettable voice, Shujie's head exploded. The memories of the next life are flooding in like a tidal wave, and they are out of control.

No! No!

Shujie threw himself into the window, snatched his passport back, grabbed his luggage, turned around and ran towards the boarding gate. The three Mi police officers on duty in the arrival hall chased after them. The black-clad police officer, who was in charge of the order, held up a walkie-talkie and called for reinforcements.

Rattle! Quack quack!

In the midst of the wild run, the surging rhythm of the guitar accompanied by the drum beat sounded in Shujie's ears. This was followed by a roar of hard rock:

Whenever you hear the evening bell again!

Memories of the past are flooding up!

"Uh......" A blue lightning bolt suddenly appeared in front of Shujie. A policeman sprang out of the crowd and knocked Shujie down with a stun gun. Then, he pounced on Shujie and tried to handpen Shujie.

Your letters are being written more and more politely!

You don't say a word about love!

Shujie lay on the ground, his hands desperately stretched out, and kept resisting.

The policeman was furious. He half-knelt on the ground and slammed Shujie several times.

You ask me when we can go back together!

Take a look at our dorms and our past!

At this time, Shujie's face was already full of tears. Like a scalded shrimp, he curled up helplessly on the cold floor of O'Haire Airport. In an instant, countless policemen surrounded from all directions.

The words you carved on the wall are still clear!

Since then, no one has been able to wipe it off ...