The weather is nice today.

Xia Fan drove on the highway from the city to the airport.

Xia Fan is going to pick up Brother Hao, who is in the same class and dormitory of the university from other places in Whitewater City.

It is eighteen kilometers to drive from the city to the airport.

There was nothing left and right, on the highway, Xia Fan fiddled with the radio in the car:

"The Central Meteorological Observatory predicts that there will still be strong rain and snow in the eastern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau... The cold air will affect a wide range of areas such as North China and Northeast China... A wide range of heavy rain and snow are raging in the north, but under the blue sky and white clouds and bright sunshine in Baishui City, not only can not feel the slightest cold in winter, on the contrary, the maximum temperature in the city soared to 30 degrees Celsius this afternoon, making everyone feel as if they are in summer. ”

The weather in Whitewater is still good, and a jacket is over in winter.

I ended the work of the design institute early today, and the program department has been very busy recently, and the structure and construction drawings were tied in the evening, and Xia Fan was called, and Xia Fan had something to do.

The college roommate's plane will arrive soon, so hurry up to the 4S store to get the car. I want to have a drink in the evening.

Xia Fan casually threw the album of the slam dunk given by a colleague to the back of the car.

Xia Fan changed the platform: "Exploring the vast universe, developing the aerospace industry, and building a space power are the dreams of the Chinese nation that are unremittingly pursued. The 1001st wormhole experiment of Kyushu University of Science and Technology was a complete success... It marks that China's space instantaneous transfer technology has reached the top of the world. Looking back more than 70 years ago, Albert Einstein proposed the wormhole theory......"

Wormhole, what does it have to do with us, Xia Fan thought, and dialed to the next stage:

"Argentine star Lionel Messi announced to the media earlier today that he is retiring after this season, looking back on his career, winning seven Golden Goals and scoring in three clubs..."

Messi has retired, and the peerless duo has withdrawn from the stage of history.

Xia Fan played football in college for five years, and Brother Hao is also a football friend.

Xia Fan is a native of Sichuan, and has been coming to this seaside city for ten years, five years of college, and five years of hard work.

Xia Fan's family background is not very good, and his family can't give him too much support, starting from the bottom in the design institute, and now he is a small supervisor of the program room, and he can't finish the plan and see Party A every day. I bought a house and a car with a mortgage in this city, the car loan has been paid off, and I have been separated from my ex-girlfriend for a year.

Xia Fan's usual life is to go to and from work, play football with his friends on Saturday nights, read calligraphy and paintings, play with mobile phones, play with multi-towers and live situations, and occasionally go out to travel and take pictures.

Waiting for Brother Hao's interval, he caught a team of seven wolves and lit it. The past is vivid.

Ten years ago, Xia Fan came to the southeast of the motherland by green car alone.

As soon as I entered the 502 dormitory, the first classmate I saw was Brother Hao, who was on the top bunk opposite, stretched out his hand and shook it with me:

"Hello, call me Brother Hao!"

"Hello, Xia Fan."

The two shook hands.

This Hao brother has the unique boldness of the Northeasterners.

This brother Hao is also a very assertive man.

Why do you say that, Brother Hao's family situation is similar to Xia Fan's, and it may be even worse.

The suitcase he brought was the box for his sister's wedding, and his bedding was colorful, which was also given by someone else's family when his sister got married. Everyone buys the school's uniform quilt covers, pillows, porcelain jars, and basins, and Brother Hao prefers to bring them from his hometown.

Because of this, Xia Fan and their dormitory have never obtained an advanced dormitory, so they don't care if you are hygienic or not, just the cleanliness of the dormitory will pass you.

Brother Hao is very conspicuous in the crowd, with a black trench coat and a black trolley suitcase.

Fat, full of beard, always a sleek man.

"Brother Hao!"

"Van Gogh!"

The two hugged each other.

took Brother Hao to the downtown area of Whitewater, stayed in the hotel, set up the car, and found a place to drink.

Brother Hao came to Whitewater City to bid for an urban design project on behalf of their company, and the bid will be opened the day after tomorrow, so he will not be drunk tonight.

The two drank snow beer, nibbled on pig's trotters, and talked about some interesting things from their college days.

The more the two talked, the more energetic they became, remembering the previous time they played together.

In his sophomore year, the class president organized a football team, and several of us participated in the dormitory, and Brother Hao's athletic ability was slightly lacking, so he had to participate, where had he played football before.

Brother Hao didn't know which student flea market he went to and bought a Barcelona jersey, or Xiao Luo's number 10.

Every day after class, I go to play football with everyone. I had dinner in the evening, and if I didn't have class, I would go to the court to practice with the ball.

Slowly, I was able to cooperate with Xia Fan and them a little.

But on the whole, Brother Hao's skills are still at the stage where it is better to protect the ball.

And there is a reason why the ball is better protected.

From sophomore to senior year, except for the internship in the first half of the fifth year, I played football in school the rest of the time.

And this time of playing football is very unforgettable, soaked in sweat, rain, and even tears.

Brother Hao's jersey is too, soaked in sweat.

Over the years, this jersey, soaked in countless sweat and rain, has been washed only a handful of times.

The smell was very strong, it was soaked in sweat and time.

So much so that Xia Fan was unwilling to defend Brother Hao, nor was he willing to go downwind.

Because anyone can have trouble breathing.

The worst time, Xia Fan took a big sip in the downwind direction and almost vomited.

It seems like I threw up all over the ground last night.

This pork leg was grilled a little salty, and the wine was a little excessive.

Xia Fan smashed his mouth, feeling like he wanted to drink water, but he wanted to sleep a little longer.

I turned over, the urine bubbles were a little unbearable, and I still wanted to sleep a little longer.

"Hey, wake up, wake up~"

"Prophet, wake up!" "Prophet, can you stop sleeping?" "Prophet, how long are you going to sleep?"

"Ge Laozi, don't make trouble."

Xia Fan was in a sleepy eye, who pushed him, I don't know who made his shoulder hurt, as if the quilt covering his body was also torn off, and then he was dragged with a meal.

Xia Fan vaguely remembered that he returned to the hotel last night and was carried back to bed by Brother Hao, so now it must be Brother Hao who is disturbing the dream.

Xia Fan rubbed his eyes, buckled down a big lump of eye, and got on fire again, last night I remember that I loved this song while eating barbecue and listening to death, and I was reminiscing.

As soon as my eyes opened, Xia Fan was frightened by this group of natives and savages standing in front of me, exuding a peculiar smell, and they looked at Xia Fan in amazement, and Xia Fan also looked at them in surprise.

They babbled and said a bunch of things, and Xia Fan could actually understand it.

"Prophet, take us to fight the dragon." "When will we go, we can't wait." It's noisy outside.

'What, I'm your prophet and I have a bit of a headache. When did I become your prophet, Brother Hao? Xia Fan didn't come back to his senses for a while, and looked left and right, this is not a hotel, where did Brother Hao go.

Xia Fan loves to play with the line flow prophet in the multi-tower, that was many years ago, and then the League of Legends Xia Fan played the sword master and chrysanthemum, and then the king Xia Fan played the king of Lanling, every day to go to the live broadcast room of the heart to learn technology, and slowly became a standard old six, the favorite is to attack the mage and the boiled egg without displacement, and I like these children the most to clear the dead line away from the defense tower, one catches one by one.

"As for work, I'm not an architect Xiao Xia, there are always endless drawings. ’

'I also like to eat grilled chicken thighs, braised pork and yellow noodles. ’

I remembered all the mess, Xia Fan just didn't remember how he came here.

Xia Fan thought hard about his name: "I'm Xia. I can't even remember the name. ’

Xia Fan vaguely remembered eating barbecue with Brother Hao last night at a starry sky-themed barbecue restaurant opened by Koreans, drinking a lot of beer, snow beer, and then he got used to it, why did he suddenly get here.

What happened in the middle, Xia Fan didn't remember it at all.

I just remember running a mountain, and there were many wolves chasing after me, and I was scared to death.

At this time, Xia Fan was dizzy and hungry, but the first thing he wanted to do was to pee, Xia Fan rushed out of the tent, and it turned out to be a tribe on the dirt slope: 'When did I fall into the savage shooting site'

No matter what, it's much better to find a place to spend thousands of miles. Turning his back, he was pulled into the tent by this group of natives, savages, and hairy people.

The leading one-eyed savage with a big head opened his eyes wide and looked at Xia Fan in surprise.

"Where is this?" Xia Fan asked.

"My Prophet, this is our Eastern Wilderness tribe." The one-eyed dragon with the big head in the lead said.

Xia Fan pushed away the drooping animal skin on the tent again, walked out of the tent, I went out, surrounded by dozens of strong natives wearing animal skins, holding all kinds of weapons and shields in their hands, some wearing tiger heads, some wearing leopard heads, and some were darker than Africans, they all looked at Xia Fan eagerly, dozens of people gathered around, saw me out of the tent, and threw themselves down in front of me and said something in their mouths.

There was a stream beside the tribe, and a group of women were washing pots and pans, hides and berries, and children were running around, chasing a showy bug in the meadow. The natives here all look about the same, but only the private parts are covered by fur, and the men and women are well divided, and the old and the young are orderly.

In the endless savannah, there are animals that cannot be named, and in the distance there is a high mountain, black and white, and the highest point seems to be burning, emitting black smoke. Kilimanjaro can't hide the mountains of flame that the snow can't hide. How does it feel like being in the African savannah somewhere.

A trembling old man with horns on his head walked towards Xia Fan from a tent opposite, supported by a group of waiters. This old man's head is slightly tilted forward, very similar to Caesar in "Rise of the Planet of the Apes", with white hair and hair.

"Prophet Brahma, you have finally woken up."

"Hello, you guys are so real, how can you ~ call you."

"I am the chief of the Eastern Wilderness tribe, Ran Gilgrad, and they all call me Gil the Wise."

"Why did they tell me to fight the big dragon?" Xia Fan said in private: "Help me find the director." ”

"You see the smoke-filled place in the distance, where the evil dragon is, it comes out every month to sweep and wreak havoc on our steppe tribes, catch the children of various tribes and the elk we raise, occasionally attack the young adults, and burn a lot of our grain and grass and tents every time it comes. One night a few days ago, another child was dropped in our tribe, and my dear little cloth was taken away. As soon as he finished speaking, a female native next to him cried: "My poor miserable little cloth~"

'You guys acted quite realistically, I almost believed it. Xia Fan said in his heart.

"Prophet, please save us, save our children, save our little cloth, lead us, go there and help us fight this evil dragon." Xia Fan looked into the distance along the old man's painted wooden crutch, there seemed to be a volcano erupting in the distance, although the eruption was not large, but the smoke rose upward, and the earthquake was indeed rumbling.

"It's quite neat, okay, tell me, where is your director? Help me tell him I'm not an actor. ”

"What director, prophet, obedient, don't make trouble, ah~"

"Okay, don't give me all the useless stuff, you guys have a pretty good set, but can you get me the director first, okay, there must be a misunderstanding here. I'm drunk..."

"What a director, we don't have a director."

This old man named Jill was very calm about Xia Fan's surprise, and looked at him with a smile and kindness on the side, but a group of wild people next to him were not so quiet, babbling next to Xia Fan for a long time, anyway, the prophet was on top, helping us save people and so on.

Fortunately, you don't have the taste of Brother Hao!