Since he was traveling at his own expense, Zhang Zian booked the cheapest economy class ticket. He then chose a seat by the window on the airport's automatic check-in equipment.
Although he didn't book an extra seat, Richard insisted on flying with him. The other elfins chose to return to their phones and spend the long flight in comfort.
Zhang Zian didn't want to agree at first, because it would be a problem for Richard to eat, drink, and defecate during a long flight. It would be disgusting if it pulled on his shoulder, and the flight attendants and the girls around him would mistake him for a pervert.
In the end, it promised not to eat on the plane and to drink as little or no water as possible, so he reluctantly agreed.
"Why do you want to fly so much?" He found a remote seat in the waiting room and sat down. The invisible Richard stood on his shoulder.
His summer clothes were thin, and its claws scratched his skin. In the eyes of outsiders, his clothes were wrinkled and sloppy.
"Why do you want to fly?" Richard combed its feathers, tilted its head and stared at him, as if it had seen through his mind.
"I have to. I also want to wake up and arrive at my destination," he said.
Richard sneered. "Come on, you idiot. You want to see the flight attendants!"
"Then you want to see … the captain?"
The man and the bird had a tacit understanding.
After a while, they began to board.
Sure enough … you can't expect too much from the quality of the flight attendants in economy class.
Zhang Zian found his seat and put down his luggage.
Every flight was like a lottery that could be won twice. Even if the quality of the flight attendants was not pleasing to the eye, at least he could look forward to whether or not there would be a beautiful woman sitting next to him … Of course, because it was a lottery, the chance of winning was definitely … relatively slim.
"Hello."
Unsurprisingly, his luck was terrible. It made Zhang Zian wonder if this b * tch bird also had the ability to predict the future.
The person was a middle-aged man in his 40s. Although he was no longer young, he maintained a good figure. There were some gray spots on his temples, but he still had a lot of hair. The most important thing was that this person looked quite elegant, with a calm and elegant temperament.
He was clean-shaven, and his fingernails were carefully trimmed. He probably paid a lot of attention to his personal appearance. Even in such a hot summer day, he was still wearing a well-fitting linen suit.
In short, this man was too tidy. If he was an elite in a high-end office building, it would be fine, but since he was in economy class … How could there be an elite in economy class?
Zhang Zian nodded to him in response. He guessed that the man was a university teacher, so maybe he was a teacher at Binhai University.
No matter what, although the person sitting next to him wasn't a beautiful woman, at least it wasn't a 300-pound fat otaku. At least his luck wasn't that bad.
"Have we met somewhere before?"
After putting down the luggage, the middle-aged man took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
Richard grabbed Zhang Zian's shoulder hard, which meant that the classic pick-up line had appeared.
In fact, Zhang Zian also felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. Because of this, he guessed that this person might be a teacher at Binhai University. Maybe he had passed by him when he went in and out of Binhai University to find Wei Kang.
"I can't remember exactly," he replied ambiguously.
Under normal circumstances, as long as the character was not too shy, it was normal to talk to the passenger in the next seat before the plane took off. During the long flight, it was inevitable to talk to each other when eating and going to the toilet. If you didn't say a word, what if there was something you needed help with?
Besides, if the other party happened to have a common topic in terms of interests, career, etc., the journey could also be a little less lonely, and maybe it could even help in one's career. This was very common.
This middle-aged man was quite talkative. He laughed heartily and said, "Listening to your accent … Binhai?"
There were no direct flights from Binhai to San Francisco. Zhang Zian was now transferring at the airport of another big city, flying from here to San Francisco. It was not easy to meet a fellow Binhai here. The other party was likely to come here on the same domestic flight, but the two sides didn't notice each other until they chose adjacent seats.
"Yes." Zhang Zian also asked politely, "You too?"
"I'm not from Binhai, but … I work in Binhai City," the middle-aged man said. "Binhai City is also my second hometown."
"Oh …"
The conversation was almost there. If the conversation continued, it was bound to be more in-depth, and Zhang Zian had not yet decided whether to further understand this person.
The busy flight attendants checked the passenger list and made sure that all the passengers were on the plane. The boarding ramp was being evacuated, and the cabin door was closed.
The captain greeted the passengers through the radio, saying that the plane was about to take off on time.
The flight attendants patrolled back and forth between the seats, checking whether the luggage rack was secure, solving problems for the passengers, and gently reminding the passengers to fasten their seat belts. The plane was about to take off.
The middle-aged man took off his coat to avoid wrinkles, and then fastened his seat belt.
When he took off his coat, Zhang Zian didn't stare at him, but the corner of his eyes seemed to capture a faint metallic luster, swinging from his collar in an arc.
It was a silver cross, and the surface was slightly dull due to frequent rubbing, not as shiny as the metal utensils that had just left the factory.
Seeing this swaying cross, Zhang Zian's memory seemed to be touched, and some memories that were very vague because they did not happen in reality were awakened.
The middle-aged man seemed to notice his gaze, put the cross back into the collar of his shirt, and smiled apologetically.
Cross …
The only intersection he had with the cross …
Fragmented memories streaked across his mind like meteors.
Secluded streets planted with French sycamore trees …
Old-fashioned Western-style buildings …
Old sorcerers with cameras hanging around their necks …
Noisy cosplayers and university photography clubs …
Zhuang Xiaodie …
He stared at the middle-aged man's face and tried to remember. "Are you … in Nancheng District …"
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Have you been to our church? No wonder I thought you looked familiar. "
This keyword seemed to light up a bright light in Zhang Zian's mind. Some memory fragments connected, and the faded memory became clear again as if it had been digitally processed.
Yes, he had been to the church in Nancheng District, but not in reality, but in a dream.
The middle-aged man in the dream was not wearing the casual clothes he was wearing now, but a cultivator's robe. The difference between the two was too great, so Zhang Zian did not recognize him.
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