"Isn't that what it says on the poster?" The driver, Wicker, glanced at Xia Chenghao and didn't see anything unusual, probably strange that the feeling just now was inexplicable, so he also smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and replied proudly, "Actually, every time I pass by here, I will tell the guests about this problem." ”

"Why?" Xia Chenghao asked lightly.

"I want to tell everybody that there's hope." Wicker was silent for a while, then whispered, "At the same time, almost everyone here is not the master of the Mada Federation. ”

His words suddenly made Xia Chenghao feel a little sad, and he was wondering if he had any hope.

He shook his head, suddenly opened the car door, and got out of the car with his bag, he wanted to walk around the neighborhood.

"Hey! You...... It's not there yet, and the money hasn't been paid yet......" Wicker didn't understand what was going on, and opened the car door and beckoned.

It's just that I don't know when there was suddenly an extra banknote in the palm of his hand, and Xia Chenghao had already walked away at this time, he lowered his head, and there was a whole thousand yuan bill. It's a generous guest, something that is usually only found in front of a nightclub, and it has to be a drunkard who hasn't spent all his money.

And to the guest who left without saying anything, Wicker immediately became calm.

He whistled softly, stared at the black back that was fading away, shook his head and got back into the car, put the money in the cash box, and then listened to the old song on the radio with a sad face, looking at the huge face on the poster.

Xia Chenghao walked slowly through the crowd of marchers, while looking at the musicians singing songs.

He noted that there are only a few out-of-town or foreign tourists here. Almost all of the people who participated in and watched the parade were the indigenous Mada Federation. Xia Chenghao looked at it. Almost forgetting that he was in Yarman, the Federation of Madda. I thought I was in some country.

At some point, the sky began to become gloomy, and the red brick houses on the side of the road were brightened by the gloomy sky.

The vines and shrubs are strange, and the noise has been far away here, and the surroundings seem extraordinarily quiet, but Xia Chenghao's ears still echo the song that some people sang just now.

The song was as desolate as heaven, the drums were moving, and the wildness had mixed into his blood, flowing in his body with the heartbeat.

He slowly stopped. The crowd kept moving forward, getting farther and farther away from him.

Looking around, I noticed that the hustle and bustle had become quiet in an instant.

Xia Chenghao walked all the way down the street, and after half an hour, he had arrived at Qishan Park, where the men were dressed in strange clothes, the women were wearing wigs, and all they could see was dark blue hats and ankle-length skirts, and the clothes were almost serious cyan and olive green.

A half-old indigenous man also walked over to him, looking quite tall, feeling taller than Xia Chenghao. However, he looked like something was wrong with his feet, and he limped when he walked.

Slowly walked in front of Xia Chenghao. With a natural expression, he asked Xia Chenghao, "Sir, can you lend a hand?" ”

Xia Chenghao knew that this was the term used by the beggars of the Mada Federation.

He looked at the other man's clothes, he didn't look particularly ragged, he didn't look like a beggar at all, but he was really asking for money. looked at the other party's black and white eyes again, it contained a complete indifference, if Xia Chenghao didn't give him money, he wouldn't speak ill of him.

It was this feeling that made Xia Chenghao touch his pocket.

He took out a bill and threw it over, and it landed right in the man's hand. The man glanced at it, it was Zhang Baiyuan Grand.

The same smile appeared on the beggar's face, and he looked up at the man who had given alms.

But Xia Chenghao didn't look at the other party's reaction at all, because his eyes were on the people on the court, these young people swayed their youth in this way, and his own youth didn't know when it came and went.

"Ming'er!" A voice came from inside the stadium, with a thick Yarman accent.

It was a tall native, and although his mouth was spoken in Zion, Xia Chenghao didn't quite understand what it meant, each place was its own slang and idiomatic words, and if he didn't live here, he would never understand.

"It's coming!" Another native, who looked about the same as him, said.

Such a call interrupted Xia Chenghao's musings and made him come back to his senses immediately. Now that he has come to the country where he needs to carry out a mission, everything must be focused on work from this day forward, although the possibility of squandering his youth has been lacking for a long time, but even if he looks for it now, he will not be able to find it back. Rather than thinking about it and not getting an answer, it's better to let it go.

After the first job is done, you have a chance to get the follow-up tasks......

On this planet, too many things are happening at the same time, and even the country under his feet is changing all the time. But some are unchanged, such as Luo Wenqian's appointment for everyone to come to the backyard for a party.

"Vincent, tomorrow my colleagues will come to the house for a barbecue, and I will buy something to take home after work." Luo Wenqian said into the phone.

"Don't you need me to accompany you?" Vincent asked on the other side.

"No, I can do it myself!" Luo Wenqian said with a smile.

"What am I going to do tomorrow?" Vincent continued.

"Hmm,......" Luo Wenqian fell into deep thought.

"Hey!" Vincent shouted disapprovingly from the other side.

Luo Wenqian suddenly woke up and said into the phone: "I've already arranged it, you can help me shave some ice,...... And move the table to the backyard! ”

"Good!" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief on the other side, finally not allowing himself to do anything more complicated.

"Hang up!" Luo Wenqian said quickly, hung up the phone, and Luo Qi just pushed the door in.

"They have decided to take Ning Zhiyuan away tonight!" Luo Qi said with a smile.

"Great, Yarman is a little cleaner again!" Luo Wenqian also showed a smile on her face.

"What will you eat tomorrow?" Luo Qi touched his beard, and his face was greedy.

"Secret!" Luo Wenqian replied solemnly.

Luoqi shrugged, spread his hands, and turned around and walked out.

"Get off work!" Luo Wenqian saw that the wall clock was pointing to four o'clock, she picked up her bag and rushed out, she didn't want to be stuck in traffic.

But she was still stuck in the road, the long convoy was crowded at the intersection, the car was roaring everywhere, and her beloved hovercar was like an animal in the wild, trapped in a small house and unable to move.

"Damn it." Luo Wenqian scolded secretly, looking at the movements around her, today must be some inexplicable festival, because many people are already walking on the road in strange costumes.

"Oh! Come to think of it! Luo Wenqian realized, she had already seen a group of indigenous people singing and dancing past the intersection in front of her. (To be continued.) )