People were used to remembering people who they had only met once or twice by profession. Rather than remembering the person's face, it was better to remember the person's entire body — face, figure, temperament, and clothing, especially clothing with distinct professional characteristics, such as police uniforms, nurse uniforms, restraining uniforms … and of course, nun uniforms.
It was easy to forget things in dreams after waking up, and when Zhang Zian saw the priest in his dream, his attention was more on his clothes and profession. As for his face, he only glanced at it, leaving only a vague impression.
It was no wonder that when he claimed to be working in Binhai City, his choice of words was very vague. To be precise, being a priest could not be considered a profession, much less a job. They did not serve their boss, but they served … the highest level of God.
"You are … the priest of the church in Nancheng District?" Zhang Zian confirmed.
The middle-aged man was not deliberately hiding his identity, but China was mostly atheists, and theists did not necessarily believe in his God. Therefore, he usually tried to keep a low profile after leaving the church, so as not to make others feel uncomfortable or cause disputes.
Fortunately … it would not be long before the plane left China.
The middle-aged man smiled and reached out to Zhang Zian. "My name is Chris, Chris Yang."
Zhang Zian shook hands with him politely, hesitating whether to call himself Zhang Zian or Jeff Zhang. In the end, he chose the former.
"Do you mind if I ask? Are you from China or … "he asked curiously. Usually, even if Chinese people had English names, they would use Chinese names when introducing themselves to Chinese people. After all, this was not the CBD of the capital, where there were people like Nicole Cuihua Zhao and Oliver Dogleftover Liu everywhere …
Coupled with the man's special identity, he had reason to suspect that he was not from China.
Sure enough, Father Yang admitted frankly, "I was born in China and went to Belgium with my parents when I was a child. I grew up there and was naturalized. Later, I converted when I was studying at Ghent University in Belgium and returned to China a few years ago."
Father Yang was very frank. He spoke of his experiences in full detail. When ordinary people met for the first time, they were afraid of talking too much with a shallow acquaintance, so they often wouldn't talk about their past in such detail.
Zhang Zian's lips moved slightly. He was about to respond, but Richard, who had been silent, suddenly imitated his voice and spoke.
"Actually, I almost got into Ghent University," it said.
"Oh?" This time, it was Father Yang's turn to be startled. "Really? Did you change your mind? "
Zhang Zian was also confused. This was the first time he had heard of Ghent University. What was this b * tch up to this time? If he had known that no matter how much it begged, he would have locked it in his phone.
But now that things had come to this, he could only smile and lip sync.
Richard sighed and said mischievously, "Because I realized that you can't learn something like Ghent."
Zhang Zian was speechless. He was so angry that he was about to explode, but he still had to maintain an awkward smile on his face!
Father Yang: "… Hehe."
Both of them were embarrassed, for such dirty jokes were not suitable for orthodox clergymen.
Fortunately, at this time, the plane began to taxi on the runway, reminding the passengers not to leave their seats and turning off the broadcast on their mobile phones, so the awkward atmosphere did not last long.
The plane glided faster and faster, and with a sudden pull, the heavy body left the ground and plunged into the embrace of the blue sky.
The atmosphere in the cabin was slightly relaxed, but the plane had not yet flown into the stratosphere. It was possible to be affected by the airflow and have bumps, so they could not leave their seats.
Father Yang spoke again and changed the topic. "Mr. Zhang, is San Francisco your destination, or a transit station?"
"Destination," Zhang Zian replied.
Father Yang frowned imperceptibly. "May I ask if you are going to San Francisco to visit relatives, friends, work, or just a vacation trip?"
"It's a vacation trip. You know that Binhai City is too hot now. It just happens that I have time recently, so I'll go there to relax and avoid the heat," Zhang Zian said. This was not a deception.
Father Yang nodded. "Okay, but … Although San Francisco is a good place, it is sometimes chaotic. You must be more careful, especially at night. It is best not to go out."
"I know, I will be careful."
Zhang Zian knew that he was not being alarmist. Compared with Binhai City, the United States, where guns were not prohibited, was a very dangerous place. He heard that San Francisco was prone to robbery and other vicious incidents at night. If he did not always have a dozen or twenty dollars in his pocket, he was likely to lose his life because he could not take out the money when he was robbed. This was not a joke.
So he made up his mind to avoid going out at night when he was in San Francisco. San Francisco was not New York or Los Angeles, and there was nothing fun at night.
"Father Yang, are you familiar with San Francisco?" He remembered Jiang Feifei's request. Although he felt that the hope was not great, he still asked. What if an aquarium had asked Father Yang to bless it?
"Not very familiar." Father Yang shook his head. "I personally don't like the United States very much. This time, I have to go because of something."
"Oh …"
Zhang Zian was a little disappointed and did not ask what it was, because he guessed that it was related to the church. Otherwise, what else could the clergy who were separated from the secular world have?
"In addition …"
Father Yang wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What else?" Zhang Zian asked.
Father Yang looked dignified, glanced around, lowered his voice and said, "In addition, take it as my personal advice. When you play in San Francisco and the northern region, if you can find companions, it is best to go with them and avoid being alone as much as possible."
This made Zhang Zian very surprised. Was San Francisco's public security so bad?
Or did he mistakenly take a flight to Afghanistan?
"Why?" he asked.
Father Yang hesitated a little and said, "Because San Francisco and the northern region have recently had coyote attacks. Several witnesses claim to have seen coyotes attacking small animals including pets such as cats and dogs, and even … there are reports of coyotes attacking humans. Although there have been no casualties, you certainly don't want to be the first case, right?"
"Coyote?" Zhang Zian was really shocked. "Coyote? In San Francisco? "
Father Yang nodded slowly. "It is reasonable to say that coyotes generally do not take the initiative to attack humans, but in the witness reports we have received, witnesses claim that coyotes are crazy and are not afraid of people at all. When humans take cats and dogs and encounter coyotes, if humans refuse to leave cats and dogs and escape alone, coyotes will even rush up and take the initiative to attack humans … and there is more than one such coyote."
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