Prosperous... Rumble!

Under the long wings, four huge engines let out a deafening roar.

Under the effect of strong traction, Shujie leaned against the back of the chair and turned his head to look out of the porthole. Beyond the wingtips, everything is rapidly receding. The magnificent T3 terminal is long gone.

The engines are getting louder and faster, and the silver Boeing 747 spreads its wings and soars into the sky. At this moment, Shujie's heart swelled with unprecedented excitement. It's been three years! The dream was about to come true, and the familiar slogan of the New Western English School sounded in his ears again: "I am the only one who realizes my dreams!" ”

Shujie sat in the middle of a row of triple seats, with a middle-aged man on the left and a beautiful woman reading a magazine by the window on the right. She was wearing a light blue mask, and from time to time she took out a can of potion and opened the mask and sprayed it into her nostrils, and then sucked a few times after spraying, looking very comfortable. If it weren't for this appearance of not being allowed to enter, Shujie really wanted to talk to her and ask her if she was also going to study in the United States. There was a family of three sitting in the back row, and the children were crying and making trouble all the time. Although people are in good spirits on happy occasions, Shujie can't bear the shouting behind him. He pulled his Walkman out of his bag and tucked the headphones into his ear holes.

The world is finally pure! Shujie suddenly thought of Stephen Chow's classic monologue in "Journey to the West", and couldn't help but be happy. He opened the inner pocket of his bag, took out a large, unsealed yellow envelope, pulled out a stack of letterheads, and then turned on the reading lamp and began to read the top page. Shujie lifted the pair of black cross-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes burst out with a strange brilliance.

University of Notre Dame!

Department of Chemistry!

Top 20 in the world!

Looking at this admission letter, which has been read countless times, Shujie was full of emotion in his heart. For this thin piece of paper, he worked hard for three years. The ups and downs of memorizing words, the unforgettable repeated setbacks, everything is known only to oneself.

Bite! The radio in the cabin sounded: "Hello, dear passengers! It's dinner time, and the flight attendants are about to serve everyone with a meal. ”

Dinner? Shujie was overjoyed, and quickly stuffed the letter into the back pocket of the chair, then took off the headphones and prepared to eat. He knew that the ticket price included meals, so he deliberately didn't even eat lunch. From boarding the plane to now, Shujie has been highly excited, and he has never remembered the hunger in his stomach.

The stewardess sent me tonight's menu: choose one of three set menus. The Chinese style is shrimp fried rice and chicken noodles, and the Western style is steak. What to eat! He thought about it for a long time, then ordered a steak set. Shujie had never eaten a steak in his life.

What kind of broken steak is this? Shujie took the plate from the stewardess and immediately regretted his choice. There were only three small slices of meat, a small loaf of bread, a small box of fruit, a small packet of mustard, and a box of green raw vegetables on the large white plate. It's called a salad, right? Shujie once heard the lecturer Han Ming at the New Western English School mention: Salad should be eaten raw. He still remembered this, but he didn't know how to say it.

He turned his head to glance at the cold beauty who had already taken off her mask. She picked up a small plastic bag from the salad box and slowly tore it open, squeezing out some white sauce before she lifted the plastic knife and fork in her hand. Looking at the elegant behavior of the beauty, Shujie's face was hot, and he hurriedly lowered his head to eat. However, this little food was not enough to stuff his teeth.

It's going to be a dozen hours to fly, and the devil knows when they'll serve the next meal.

Can the stewardess ask for another one when she collects the dishes?

After thinking about it, Shu Jiesi finally asked for another shrimp fried rice in the side eyes of the beauty. As soon as the meal arrived, he lowered his head and hurried to eat. Shujie didn't have to look up to imagine the disdainful expression of his neighbor. As he ate, he thought to himself: Won't you just ask for an extra portion? It's your business.

After eating the shrimp fried rice, Shujie picked up the empty dinner plate, went to the cabin and finally returned it to the flight attendant, and then used the toilet on the plane for the first time. He looked at the bidet toilet in the toilet, and a trace of complaint inexplicably rose in his heart: it must not be smooth, but he still squatted and pulled it clean.

All countries use bidet toilets, so you don't have to bring your own toilet paper everywhere. Thinking of Mr. Han's words, Shujie was immediately full of hope for the future. He hurried back to his seat, put on his headphones, and read his letter again.

The second page is a piece of printer paper that records the addresses and contact details of Roc and Ed in the United States. It was almost time for school to start, and Shujie received an admission letter from the University of Notre Dame. He had dropped out of graduate school as quickly as he could, got his passport and visa, and bought his plane ticket, but it was still too late. Both old friends had already started classes at their respective schools and couldn't pick him up in Chicago. So, the three of them agreed to meet in New York on Thanksgiving.

New York! It was the center of the world, the headquarters of the United Nations. This place name, which has been heard countless times in [News Network], makes Shujie infinitely fascinated. Times Square, Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty! Ed's school is on Long Island, not far from New York. When the time comes, we will play New York together! The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, so he leaned over and took out a square green booklet from the schoolbag at his feet.

In the center of the cover of this booklet is a group photo of no one's face being clear. Above the photo is a line of large letters: 98th graduation of the Department of Chemistry of Jingnan University. Shujie laid the graduation guest book flat on the small dining table, and then gently opened it.

Page by page, the image of the young man emerges in front of me.

Over and over again, the parting words echoed in my ears.

It's been six years! Roc, Ed, do you remember the first time you met?

He couldn't help himself, and his mind went back to that autumn.