Chapter 1453: Same Machine

Since he was traveling at his own expense and everything was frugal, Zhang Zian must have booked the cheapest economy class ticket, and then chose a window seat on the self-check-in machine at the airport.

Although he didn't book an extra seat, Richard insisted on flying together, and the other elves chose to retreat to their phones to comfortably pass the long flight.

Zhang Zian didn't want to agree at first, because it was a problem with eating and drinking during the long flight, if it was pulled on his shoulder, it would be disgusting, and it would be mistaken by the stewardess and the girls around as a pervert.

Finally, it promised not to eat and drink as little or no water as possible on the plane, and he reluctantly agreed.

"Why do you want to fly so much?" He found a remote place in the waiting room and sat down, with the invisible Richard standing on his shoulders.

Summer clothes are thin, and its bird claws scratch his skin, and outsiders will think that his clothes are wrinkled at the shoulders and look sloppy.

"Why do you want to fly again?" Richard combed his feathers, tilted his head and gave him a look, as if he could see through his mind.

"I have to sit, and I want to get there as soon as I wake up," he said.

Richard sneered, "Come on, you idiot just want to see that the flight attendant is worth the fare!"

"Then you are... to see the captain?"

One person, one bird tacitly.

After a while, boarding began.

Sure enough... You can't have too high expectations for the quality of the flight attendants in the economy class.

Zhang Zian found his seat and put away his luggage.

Every flight is like a lottery that can be drawn twice. Even if the quality of the stewardess is not pleasing to the eye, at least you can look forward to whether the next seat will be a beautiful woman...Of course, because it is a lottery, the chance of winning the prize is certain...Compare slim.

"Hello."

As expected, the luck was really bad, making Zhang Zian wonder if this bastard also has the ability to predict the future.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his 40s. Although he was no longer young, he maintained a good figure. His temples were slightly gray and his hair was still volume. Most importantly, this man looked quite handsome. There is a calm and elegant temperament.

He was clean-shaven and his nails were manicured,

It should be that he pays great attention to personal appearance, even in such a hot summer, he still wears a well-fitting linen suit.

In short, this man is a bit too tidy. If he is a professional elite in a high-end office building, it will be fine, but since he is flying in economy class... how can there be a professional elite in economy class?

Zhang Zian nodded to him in response, guessing in his heart that his occupation was a university teacher, maybe a teacher at Binhai University.

In any case, although the person sitting next to her is not a beautiful woman, at least she is not a fat house weighing 300 jins. It is luck that she did not carry it home.

"Have we met somewhere?"

After putting away the luggage, the middle-aged man took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Zhang Zian's shoulder was grabbed by Richard, which means: the classic pick-up language appeared.

In fact, Zhang Zian also felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly where he saw it. Because of this, he guessed that this person might be a teacher of Binhai University, maybe he had met Wei Kang when he entered and left Binhai University. Passed by.

"I don't remember very well," he replied ambiguously.

Under normal circumstances, as long as they are not too shy, it is normal for the passengers sitting next to each other to have a conversation before the plane takes off. During the long flight, it is inevitable to deal with each other while eating and going to the toilet. What do I need help with?

Besides, if the other party happens to have common topics with you in terms of interests, career, etc., the journey can also reduce a bit of loneliness, and it may even become a career booster. This is very common.

This middle-aged man was very talkative, and he smiled heartily: "Listen to your accent... from Binhai?"

There is no direct flight from Binhai City to San Francisco. At this time, Zhang Zian is transiting at the airport of another big city and flies to San Francisco from here. It would be quite difficult to meet fellow Binhai folks here. The other party probably came here on the same domestic flight, but the two parties did not notice each other until they chose adjacent seats.

"Yes." Zhang Zian also asked politely, "You too?"

"I'm not from Binhai, but... it can be regarded as working in Binhai City." The middle-aged man said: "Binhai City can be regarded as my second hometown."

"Oh……"

This is the end of the conversation. If the conversation continues, it will definitely go deeper, and Zhang Zian hasn't decided whether to get to know this person better yet.

Busy flight attendants checked the passenger manifest to make sure all passengers were on board. The boarding ladder is being evacuated and the cabin door is closed.

The captain greeted the passengers through the radio, saying that the plane was about to take off on time.

The stewardesses shuttle back and forth between the seats, check whether the luggage rack is secure, solve problems for passengers, and gently remind passengers to fasten their seat belts, and the plane is about to take off.

In order to prevent the suit jacket from being creased, the middle-aged man took off his jacket before putting on his seat belt.

When he took off his coat, Zhang Zian didn't stare at him, but from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to catch a faint metallic luster, which swayed from his neckline in a circular arc.

It was a silver cross, the surface was slightly dull due to frequent rubbing, not as shiny as the metal utensils just shipped from the factory.

Seeing this swinging cross, Zhang Zian's memory seemed to be touched, and certain memories that were blurred because they did not happen in reality were awakened.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice his gaze, tucked the cross back into the collar of his shirt, and smiled apologetically.

cross……

His only intersection with the cross...

Fragments of broken memories flashed across his mind like meteors.

A secluded street planted with plane trees...

Western-style old-fashioned buildings...

Old mages dangling around with cameras around their necks...

The noisy Coser and the university photography club...

Zhuang Xiaodie...

He stared at the middle-aged man's face, trying to recall, "Are you...in Nancheng District..."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Have you been to our church before? No wonder I think you look familiar."

This keyword seemed to light up a bright light in Zhang Zian's mind, and some memory fragments were connected, and the faded memories became clear again as if they had been digitally processed.

Yes, he has 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 is wearing now, but a straight long gown. The difference between the two was too great, so Zhang Zian didn't recognize him.