mythical visionary

Chapter 70 Untitled
At 6:[-] a.m. UK time, at London International Airport, in the first class cabin of an aviation plane.

"I have to say that the biggest feature of this ruined academy is..." Anluns said, "You have to be accompanied by various means of transportation, such as trains, planes, ships, and subways, relying on them to float around the world. Floating to and fro, sometimes you can’t take it easy even if you want to, it’s really restless for a moment, isn’t it?”

After speaking, he put his fist against the side of his face and yawned.

"Actually..." Xia Mingwei said, "There are some people who yearn for this kind of life and wish for it." As he said, he moved his eyes to London in the early morning.

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

"Still lonely."

"Oh~" Anluns raised his eyebrows, and said with great interest, "Let me guess, the person you're talking about is the owner of the cafe?"

"No, a Japanese pen pal."

"Secret crush? I had a relationship with a foreign country when I was in high school. Looking back now, I am really moved..."

Xia Mingwei interrupted in time: "I suggest you stop, I think you're going to start talking nonsense again." He was already immune to An Lance, and knew that the scammer in front of him was particularly keen on pretending to be stupid and making up stories.

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

"It's not like, you give me the feeling that you have a fucking train stuffed in your mouth."

"This is a bit too much." An Lance smiled slightly, disapprovingly, "Then take a good rest first, I think with your current mood, you really don't have the interest to chat, after all, you have to witness a 'big event' after landing."

The 12-hour flight ended. At 26:3 am on December [-]th, China time, the sky was still dark, and the plane landed at Huanjing International Airport.

Xia Mingwei and Anlunsi got off the plane from the first class cabin, the former was carrying a black suitcase, the latter was carrying a brown suitcase, and they greeted each other before parting.

"Listen, you stay at home and don't run around." Anlens urged, "Since your current combat power is not enough to participate in the operation against the mythical carrier, I will follow the troops of the Executive Bureau to investigate The whereabouts of the flame giant will be kept secret by the field staff this time, even you are no exception."

After a pause, he added: "The reason why the principal allowed you to follow is because he thinks that you should see the flame giant die with your own eyes. In other words, in this mission, you are just a witness, not a witness. A participant, get it?"

"I see." Xia Mingwei remained expressionless.

Anners raised his eyebrows and stared at his cheek for a while.

To be honest, he originally thought that Xia Mingwei would linger and insist on getting involved in Surtur's crusade, but it seemed that Xia Mingwei was much calmer than he had imagined.

"Okay," Anlens smiled slightly, "We are very worried that you will take unreasonable actions because of your emotions. No matter what the subsequent developments are, please be sure to keep a calm mind." He paused, "Although the words are That being said, if I were to face Poseidon, the god of the sea, I might not be able to maintain my sanity."

"You are quite self-aware."

"Anyway, I'm saying goodbye here for the time being, and we'll let you know if there's any news later." After speaking, Aarons had already moved away from the airport.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the sky around Beijing was gray and blue. The cafe must not have opened at this time, so Xia Mingwei took a taxi to a nearby hotel to check in and rest.

He took a shower in the bathroom before changing into a black hoodie.

This is the clothes that the boss gave him on his 14th birthday. Xia Mingwei usually wears clothes bought from roadside stalls, but the boss went to the mall that day and picked out the most expensive one. He even picked out a blue one. The gift box is beautifully wrapped with blue and white ribbons.

Xia Mingwei thought about it for a long time.

It was his first birthday after five years.

At that time, the boss played a happy birthday song in the cafe, turned on the lighter with a "click", lit the candles on the cake, nagged and accompanied him to finish the cake, and then went to sleep after he turned off the light Before, put this gift box in his hand.

It's a little funny that the boss accidentally picked up two sizes even though the other preparations were so meticulous. After buying it, Xia Mingwei tried it on, and the black hoodie looked like a skirt on him. , causing the boss to pat him on the shoulder and laugh, saying that it would be nice to wear it as a skirt.

At that time, Xia Mingwei looked at himself in the mirror, with black lines all over his head.

Had it been someone else's temper, he'd probably 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.And three years later, Xia Mingwei now fits him perfectly.

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

After Xia Mingwei changed his clothes, he sat on the sofa in the room, leaning his heavy head against the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Speaking of..." He laughed at himself, "In the past four years, when he bought things for me, no matter what he bought, he never picked red."

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, red objects always reminded him of something, like the giant that appeared in Xuelu Town that day.His symptoms persisted until the sixth year after the disaster.

At school at that time, 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 himself. On the Internet, this is called "post-traumatic stress syndrome", which refers to the mental hallucinations produced after experiencing a huge trauma.

Xia Mingwei is very afraid of red, but there are never red things in his attic, and any gifts given to him by the boss are always blue and white ribbons and boxes.

Time passed slowly, and when Xia Mingwei opened his eyes again on the sofa, it was already after 07:30 in the morning.

He boarded the familiar bus, which was crowded with people. The old man in front was listening to Peking Opera, the young man next to him was watching a short video, and the two aunts behind were chatting and laughing with the ingredients they had just bought.

Xia Mingwei didn't dislike this kind of atmosphere. Compared to London, he still preferred to stay in Huanjing, where it was more humane.

He quickly got off at platform No. 09, which is a relatively remote "Old Jingmai" neighborhood around Beijing. The cafe built by the boss is located in this no shit place.Xia Mingwei persuaded him several times to move the coffee shop to the city center. Every time, the boss said that he likes a quiet place, and also emphasized that "good wine is not afraid of deep alleys". As long as the coffee is good enough, regular customers will always come to the door Yes, there is no shortage of traffic in the city center.

Xia Mingwei admired the boss's self-confidence, but the turnover of the cafe was obviously not good, and it had been in deficit for the past six months.

Not long after walking, he stopped in front of the wooden door with the "OPEN" doorplate. Xia Mingwei could hear the voices of discussions coming from inside, one was a slightly vicissitudes of life, and the other was the boss's drawn-out ruffian voice.

Xia Mingwei was about to knock on the door, say hello, and say the familiar "Boss, I'm back", but the discussion coming from inside made his right hand hang in the air...it couldn't fall down.

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

"Hey..." The boss's voice came, "You bastard who has lived for almost 200 years, is there any reason for you to call me an old thing?"

"Look at your white hair. Even if I live for 200 years, I still look younger than you, right?"

"Go, go." The boss said disgustedly, "Go wherever you want to stay, Siberia is not easy to stay, then go back to your North Pole."

"I was discovered at the North Pole last time, what are you talking about?"

"Wouldn't it be better to bypass those people at the Arctic Research Institute?" The boss sighed, "Or sleep directly on the bottom of the sea, where you can't sleep, every time you sleep for years, I really doubt that you will become a fairy when you wake up gone."

"You still worry about yourself, those stinky dogs will come to you soon."

"I said," the boss paused for a while, and probably hissed, "I can't hold on any longer, and it's useless for you to take me anywhere, so old man... you should leave quickly."

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

Their voices were low, but Xia Mingwei's hearing was very good.

The Visionary Sequence has already brought him the bonus of five senses, not to mention that after the Black Wukong Sequence advanced, his physical fitness has improved in an all-round way.

"There is one last thing I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"Help take care of my child, Xia Mingwei."

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

"... She has grown up a lot."

The footsteps of the guests were getting closer, he pushed open the wooden door of the cafe, and the bell rang "Dang Dang Dang Dang".

At this moment, Xia Mingwei stretched out his hand to wipe his cheek, and used "72 changes" to change his face, because he knew who was about to appear in front of him.

——Ymir the Frost Giant.

(End of this chapter)