C191 External Head 1 Return to China(1)

You said you'd wait for me, and now I'm back. Where are you?

Flying straight from America to China, 12 hours.

Far from the ground, outside the cold iron bird was a vast expanse of white. The clouds turned into an ocean, rolling up all kinds of waves. After the initial freshness and shock faded, it felt like it was repeating itself, repeating itself over and over again. The sense of space had already disappeared. The air stewardess in the broadcast talked about the place under his feet. Whether it was a city, an autonomous state, or a country, they all passed by with a small gap. It was almost the same as looking at a world map.

Most of the passengers on the plane were tired and bored. Some of them had blindfolds on their faces as they slept all the way. Some of them were busy working on their computers, some were immersed in books and playing with time. There were also couples who held hands and kissed me... In the middle was a young man with a thin figure, sitting in the front row by the window. He kept staring out the window in a daze.

That seat originally wasn't his, but the flight attendant helped him adjust it. Because from the time the plane took off until now, he had already vomited five times. Maybe he didn't eat anything before boarding the plane, so in these five times, most of the time, he was retching or at most vomiting some acid, but his appearance was very scary. His face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. It was as if he was going to faint in the next second. Although he had always opened his awake black eyes and did not faint, he did not make a sound either.

The flight attendant and the passengers beside him were all very concerned about him, but his concern for others seemed very cold. Most of them ignored him. After vomiting, they drank some water and sat there, staring blankly out the window. He looked very young, in his early twenties at most. However, his expression was very ancient, especially his eyes, which were black to the point of being fearful. The deathly silence did not match his age at all.

"Sir, the plane is about to land. It is raining heavily in B City. The plane should be bumpy, so you might feel a little uncomfortable. Call us if you need us, okay? " Facing the cold-faced guest, the flight was still smiling with a face full of smiles. He told him personally.

... "" The young man slightly raised his head to look at the person who spoke. The bangs on his forehead were a little long. They slightly covered the corners of his eyes. His pale and thin face had delicate and beautiful facial features. The white shirt he was wearing was very clean, and the collarbone that was revealed by his collar was very beautiful. "Please give me another bag."

Although it was cold, he was very polite when he spoke, and his voice was also very pleasant to listen to. The fingernails on the slender fingers that took the bag were trimmed very neatly. The flight attendant could not help but think that it would be a pity if he did not use his hands to play the piano.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending. Please return to your original position and do your job properly. Wear your seatbelt, put away the small table, and adjust the back of the seat to a normal position..."

The plane descended and slowly approached the ground. The cabin became dark. Most of the people stopped talking. The sun screen was opened, although the watch showed that it was 10 in the morning. But after going down the clouds, the window was not bright. The wind and rain made the descent more bumpy than the sunny day and hurt his ears. Their heads and eyes were also uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort made many people frown and complain softly. They closed their eyes and waited for the vibration of the plane landing to end this tiring journey.

The young man leaning against the window leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, pursing his white lips. Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out of his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. His hands were crossed over his stomach. He pressed down hard, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallowed the disgusting feeling. No one liked to vomit, especially when they couldn't spit anything out. After vomiting, they wouldn't feel relaxed or better.

Down, down. After enduring for nearly ten minutes, the young man still held the paper bag with trembling hands. He tore the bag open and leaned over to throw up. There was still only acidic water flowing through his lips. His throat tightened and his entire stomach turned upside down. It was as if he had been kneaded by a large hand. The burning pain made him almost unable to breathe. His physiological instinct caused tears to flow out of his tear ducts. His eyes were completely red. His vision was blurry, as if he had seen something again. The title of the news article on the website: It was so close, so close that it tugged at his heart...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has landed at B City International Airport, the temperature outside is 15 degrees Celsius, the plane is gliding, for your safety and others' safety, please don't..."

It was raining heavily. Fortunately, there was no lightning, so the plane landed smoothly. The people had relaxed and happy expressions on their faces as they chatted with each other. The cabin suddenly became lively. Following the established route, the plane glided through the airport and slowly approached the docking bridge. The lights in the cabin lit up one by one. The journey was about to end. Everyone went their separate ways and continued their lives.

"Sir, are you alright? Do I need to call a medic for you?" The young man, who had been worrying about the window the whole time, saw that the young man was still leaning against the chair with his eyes closed and did not move. He could not help but walk over and ask.

"No need, thank you." The man slowly opened his eyes. His thick eyelashes were covered in cold sweat and there were traces of moisture in his eyes. However, the dark and cold light in his eyes made the person who looked at him feel uncomfortable.

"Well, the plane is still gliding. After it stops, the man said. Please take your luggage and leave. I wish you good luck." The smile on the flight attendant's face was a little stiff. He straightened his body and walked back to his original position. Waiting for the plane to stop and send the guests away.

... "" The man no longer closed his eyes to rest and instead turned to look outside the window. The rain was not small, blurring the world outside the window. He could not see clearly, and there were people constantly complaining about how unlucky the weather was. However, he felt that the rain was really good.

The plane stopped steadily. People opened their seatbelts and took their items and backpacks. They left in an orderly manner. The young man carried a backpack on his back, and walked somewhat unsteadily in the crowd. His height was rather high, causing his back to appear even more slender and slender. It was clearly 15 degrees Celsius outside, and it was still raining and blowing in the wind. However, he only wore a thin long-sleeved white shirt, jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes.

"Ugh..." When he passed by the public bathroom, the man turned and walked in. One hand. He held the water table with the other hand pressing on his abdomen. He threw up at the pool again, but this time, there was no acid. It was just a meaningless retching. A few people who went in and out of the bathroom looked at him with disgust. Then, they walked around him and left quickly. No one wanted to cause trouble. His pale face... It looked like he would die at any time.

Time passed by. When the young man finally suppressed his disgust, after recovering from the unusually sharp pain in his stomach, he dragged his tired body to the luggage extraction hall. The people on the same flight had all left. From afar, he could see his black suitcase waiting for him on the ground.

That empty and pale scene made him think of himself.

He came back. After two years, he learned and returned. But the person who helped him pick the suitcase two years ago, the person who smiled and said he would wait for him to come back, the person who could still bring him warmth... was no longer there.

"Aunt Wen..."

He muttered that person's name and his eyes were sore. He thought that he was crying but when he raised his hand to touch it, his eyes were dry and there were no tears.

What was there to cry about? When there were only strangers and enemies left in the world, who would he cry to?

"Young man, where are you going?" Taxis lined up one by one, picking up different customers and going to different places. The kind middle-aged man helped the young man put down his luggage and sat in the driver's seat to fasten his seatbelt. He asked in the rearview mirror with a smile.

"Yuanshan Cemetery." He said.

The rain continued to fall and there was no intention of stopping. The young man had been standing in front of a tombstone for almost an hour.