At 6 a.m. UK time, London International Airport, in the first class cabin of an airline plane.

"I have to say,The biggest feature of this broken school park is ......," Anlens said, "You always have to be accompanied by all kinds of transportation, trains, planes, ships, subways, relying on them to float around the world, sometimes you can't be idle, it's really a moment of peace, isn't it?" ”

With that, he put his fist against the side of his face and yawned.

"Actually......," Mr. Summerman said, "there are people who yearn for this kind of life and can't ask for it." As he spoke, he looked away at London in the early morning.

"That must be a very neurotic person." Anlens smiled.

"It's lonely."

"Oh~" Anlens raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Let me guess, this person you are talking about is the owner of the café?" ”

"No, it's a Japanese pen pal."

"Crush? I had a long-distance relationship when I was in high school, and looking back on it, it's really emotional......"

Xia Mingwei interrupted in time: "Suggest stop, I think you're going to start talking nonsense again." "He was already immune to Aarons, and knew that the scammer in front of him was particularly keen on playing dumb and making up stories.

"Do I look like a man with a mouth full of trains?"

"It's not like, it gives me the feeling that there's a fucking train in my mouth."

"That's a bit excessive." Anlens smiled slightly, disapproving, "Then take a good rest first, I think with your current mood, you really have no interest in chatting, after all, you still have to witness a 'big event' after landing." ”

At the end of the thirteen-hour flight, at 3 a.m. on December 26, China time, the sky was still dark, and the plane landed at Huanjing International Airport.

Shamingway and Alens disembarked from the first class, the former carrying a black suitcase and the latter carrying a brown suitcase, and the two said hello before parting.

"Listen, just stay home and don't run around." "With your current combat strength not enough to participate in the operation against the Mythic Carrier, I will follow the troops of the Executive Directorate to investigate the whereabouts of the Flame Giant, and this time the field personnel will keep it secret, even you." ”

After a pause, he added, "The reason the headmaster allowed you to come with him is because he thinks you deserve to see the Flame Giant die, which means that you are only a witness, not a participant, in this mission, understand?" ”

"I see." Xia Mingwei's face was expressionless.

Aarons raised an eyebrow and stared at his cheek for a moment.

To be honest, he originally thought that Xia Mingwei would be entangled and insisted on getting involved in Surtr's crusade, but it seemed that the other party was much calmer than he thought.

"Okay," Anlens smiled slightly, "we're worried that you're going to act unreasonably because of your emotional excess, so be sure to keep a cool head no matter what happens next." He paused, "That being said, if I were to deal with the Shanghai god Poseidon, I might not be able to keep my sanity." ”

"You're pretty self-aware."

"Anyway, I'll say goodbye here for the time being, and we'll let you know later." With that, Anlens had already moved out of the airport.

It was three o'clock in the morning, the sky around Beijing was blue and gray, and the café at this point must not have opened yet, so Xia Mingwei took a car to a nearby hotel to open a room and rest.

He took a shower in the bathroom and then changed into a black hoodie.

This is the clothes that the boss gave him on his fourteenth birthday, and Xia Mingwei usually wears roadside stalls to buy goods, but the boss deliberately went to the mall that day, picked the most expensive one back, and specially picked a blue gift box, which was packaged in blue and white ribbons to look good.

Xia Mingwei thought about it for a long time.

It was his first birthday in five years.

At that time, the boss put a happy birthday song in the café, turned on the lighter with a "click", lit the candle on the cake, chattered with him after eating a cake, and then put the gift box in his hand before he turned off the lights and went to bed.

It's a little funny that the rest of the preparations are so fine, but the boss accidentally picked two sizes bigger, and after buying it, Xia Mingwei tried it on, and the black hoodie was put on him like a skirt, which made the boss pat him on the shoulder and laugh, saying that it was not bad to wear as a skirt.

At that time, Xia Mingwei looked at himself in the mirror, full of black lines.

If it had been a temper with others, he might have thrown the hoodie away. But at that time, he just folded the suit and carefully put it in the gift box, thinking that he would wear it when he grew taller in the future. And three years later, Xia Mingwei now wears it just right.

At that time, the boss's hair was still very dark, and after three years, it seemed like a different person, and his hair was much grayer.

After Xia Mingwei finished changing his clothes, he sat down on the sofa in the room, his heavy head resting on the back of the chair, his empty eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Speaking of which......" he laughed self-deprecatingly, "in the past four years, when he bought something for me, he never picked the red one, no matter what he bought. ”

Xia Mingwei closed his tired eyelids.

Growing up, he never told anyone that he hated red, including the nurses in the orphanage. But in fact, the red object always reminds him of something, like the giant that appeared in Snow Deer Town that day. Until six years after the disaster, he maintained this symptom.

At that time, at school, he saw the red toys taken out by his classmates, his pupils constricted, his mind swelled, and he couldn't listen to the whole class.

Later, in order not to worry his boss, he checked it on the Internet, and the Internet called it "post-traumatic stress syndrome", which refers to mental hallucinations after experiencing great trauma.

Xia Mingwei is very afraid of red, but there is never anything red in his attic, and any gift given to him by the boss is always a blue and white ribbon and packaging box.

Time passed slowly, and when Xia Mingwei opened his eyes on the sofa again, it was already after half past seven in the morning.

He boarded the familiar bus, crowded, the old man in front of him listened to Peking Opera, the young man next to him watched the short video, and the two aunts in the back talked and laughed with the ingredients they had just bought.

Xia Mingwei doesn't hate this kind of atmosphere, he still prefers to stay in Beijing than London, which is more humane.

He quickly got off at platform 09, a relatively remote "old Jingmai" neighborhood around Beijing, where the café built by the owner is located in this place where birds don't. Xia Mingwei persuaded him several times to move the café to the city center, and the boss said that he liked a quiet place every time, and emphasized that "good wine is not afraid of deep alleys", as long as the coffee is good enough, there will always be old customers coming to the door, and there is no shortage of people in the city center.

Xia Mingwei admired the boss's self-confidence, but the turnover of the café was obviously not good-looking, and it had been in deficit for nearly half a year.

After walking a short time, he stopped in front of the wooden door with the "OPEN" sign on it, and Xia Mingwei could hear the sound of discussion coming from inside, one was a slightly vicissitudes of life, and the other was the long ruffian voice of the boss.

Xia Mingwei was about to knock on the door, say hello, and say the familiar "Boss, I'm back", but the discussion from inside made his right hand hang in the air...... It can't be dropped.

"Old thing, you really don't want to come with me?" The guest said.

"Hey......" the boss's voice came, "You thing that has lived for almost two hundred years, saying that I am an old thing, is there any reason for it?" ”

"Look at your white hair, even if I live for two hundred years, I still look younger than you, right?"

"Go, go, go." The boss said disgustedly, "You can go wherever you like, Siberia is not good, then go back to your North Pole." ”

"I was found last time in the North Pole, what are you talking about?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to bypass those people at the Arctic Expedition?" The boss sighed, "Or sleep directly on the bottom of the sea, where you can't sleep, every time you sleep for several years, I really doubt when you wake up and become an immortal." ”

"You're still worried about yourself, those stinky dogs are going to come to you soon."

"I said," the boss paused, and probably hissed his cigarette, "I can't hold it anymore, it's useless for you to take me anywhere, so old man...... You just hurry up. ”

"You said it yourself, don't regret it."

They speak quietly, but Shamingway has good hearing.

The Dreamer sequence has already brought him the bonus of the five senses, not to mention that after the Black Goku sequence is advanced, his physical fitness has been comprehensively improved.

"There's one last thing I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"Help take care of my kids, Diminway."

"I don't even know what he looks like now, okay?" The guest said with emotion, "That kid should have grown up a lot by now." ”

“…… I've grown up a lot. ”

The footsteps of the guests were getting closer and closer, and he pushed open the wooden door of the café, and the bell "dangled".

At this moment, Xia Mingwei reached out and wiped his cheeks, using the "seventy-two changes" to change his face, because he knew who the person who was about to appear in front of him was.

Imir, the Frost Giant.

(End of chapter)