What a mess of this, it's obviously the wrong person.

Xia Chenghao began to think about how to escape from this encirclement, probably only to fight a bloody way.

He looked up, and suddenly saw a man in a plaid shirt in front of him, he was thin and also black-haired and black-dressed. The man was speeding through the crowd with his head bowed and his face and luggage, looking like he had no interest in the big star.

Xia Chenghao smiled helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person, the person you want to interview should be over there." ”

Xia Chenghao raised his hand and pointed to the left front, pointing at the man who was about to slip out of the door. Then he shouted at the man: "Liu Yalei, you have dropped something." ”

The black-haired man turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw that there was not even a hair on the ground like a mirror, he immediately realized that he had been fooled, how could everyone have turned around at this time, and they were ecstatic when they saw the stunned look on his face, isn't this the handsome guy Liu Yalei they love?

With such a short distance of more than ten meters, the people of the Mada Federation were also fanatical sports enthusiasts, and they rushed up like moths to a fire for a while, and immediately surrounded this person named Liu Yalei tightly, and the water could not penetrate the rain.

Xia Chenghao picked up his bag and calmly walked past the pile of people, without looking back with a smile on his lips, and the big star Liu Yalei was trying to get his head out of the pile to look at this strange man who looked like himself and almost helped him escape, but finally ruined his own good deeds.

The key question is, how did the young man with the black shadow know that his name was Liu Yalei?

"Hey! You! He cried out loudly.

But Xia Chenghao only left him with a vague back and a glass door that was gently shaking.

"Liu Yalei, what do you think of the role in this movie?" The middle-aged male reporter began to ask.

"Actually. I don't know how I'm doing. But as an actor, this is the basic professionalism ......," Liu Yalei shrugged. Reluctantly replied.

"What are your expectations for the Red Eagle Award?"

There were all kinds of interviews going on inside, and Xia Chenghao had already slipped out of the hall.

A new yellow hovercar squeezed into the lane before the other two, and then stopped in front of Xia Chenghao in a beautiful sharp turn.

The driver was a young black man with a flat nose, a protruding chin, and black and white eyes staring straight at Xia Chenghao, with a strange look in his eyes.

He smiled at Xia Chenghao, then turned his head and stared at the car behind him. He raised the middle finger of his right hand, grimaced, and cursed in his mouth, and then returned to the driver's seat in a daze, probably afraid that the person who was cut in line would come and beat him.

Seeing this, the Zion guests could only laugh dumbly. Then he opened the door and got into the car, sat in the back seat, and said simply: "Nieppe Lower Town Hotel." ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Hey! My name is Wicker, and you're really sitting in my car. The black driver continued, "I have a shortcut to get there in two hours." ”

The car shook slightly, and then quickly jumped out of the driveway. Then suddenly a big turn was made, and the two fat drivers, who were angry and about to come up to ask for an explanation, watched in amazement as the car rushed towards them. Frightened, they quickly hid on the sidewalk, and the car was already speeding past them, only to see a middle finger sticking out of the window.

The hovering taxi sped up the South Expressway.

Xia Chenghao noticed that the car did not drive in the direction he expected, but went straight to the direction of 90 degrees away, it seems that the driver wants to cross Qishan Town, through the Niep Bridge or Qishan Town to Niep, this is probably the shortcut he said.

"First time in Yarman? Remember Wicker's advice, if you're a rich man, be sure to bring more knives and guns. The black driver said in a strange voice, and Xia Chenghao ignored him.

The road is smooth and the traffic is not congested, probably because it is not the rush hour for work.

The passenger sat in the back with his eyes closed, and the black driver, Wicker, kept talking about his views on the current Mada Federation, foaming at the front window, and he didn't care whether the passengers behind him were free to listen to him, but just said vigorously.

The car had already driven into the city center, and the car in front suddenly slowed down, and the driver had to sigh and stop.

"That's the shortcut he chose?" Xia Chenghao is angry and funny.

He opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a huge human face, a human face painted on the wall to be exact, because the side of the taxi was facing a colorful wall. The wall is painted in a variety of colors without the slightest gap, like an abstract oil painting.

There is only one subject for painting, and that is the human face.

"This time coincides with the annual Mada Federation Parade Day, which is only held in the Yarman Qishan Township District." He turned his head to Xia Chenghao and explained the reason for the traffic jam in front of him.

Although Xia Chenghao listened to Wicker speak, his eyes kept staring at that face.

The huge faces on the wall are one after the other, and they share common features. Almond-shaped black lacquered eyes, round nose, thick lips, large earlobes, snow-white teeth, protruding chin, dark complexion.

Each of them had a distinct characteristic of the Mada Federation natives on their faces, and those eyes were all staring straight ahead, half numb, half persistent. Underneath one of the young faces is neatly printed the words "Never forget that we have a future."

This line of words was somewhat surprising to Xia Chenghao.

Those attentive eyes, and those plain words, all point to a plain truth. To some extent, the indigenous Mada Federated people never saw themselves as part of the mainstream society of the Mada Federation.

Deep down, they belong to the black community.

But for Xia Chenghao, these words have other meanings, so that he does not forget his original destination.

"It's been ten years, Xia Chenghao. What has survived in the past ten years, but don't forget that there is still hope ahead. Xia Chenghao closed his eyes tightly, and the muscles on his face tightened.

As if seeing Xia Chenghao paying attention to those faces, the young indigenous driver suddenly said, "Will we have hope?" ”

The speaker had no intention of listening to the heart, Xia Chenghao suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head, staring at him, this look was so sharp that the driver Wicker, who was observing Xia Chenghao from the mirror, was almost scared into a cold sweat, and his hands suddenly trembled.

Xia Chenghao suddenly laughed, and asked casually, "What did you say just now?" (To be continued.) )