Author: Yuluo Evening Bell

At 6 o'clock in the morning, British time, London International Airport, in the first class cabin of an airline plane.

"I have to say that the biggest feature of this shabby academy is..." Aarons said, "You always have to be with a variety of means of transportation, trains, planes, ships, subways, relying on them to travel around the world.

It comes and goes, and sometimes I can’t take any time off even if I want to. I really can’t have any peace for a moment, right?”

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

"Actually..." Xia Mingwei said, "There are also people who yearn for this kind of life and can't get it." As he said that, he moved his eyes to look at London in the early morning.

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

"Still lonely."

"Oh~" Aarons raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Let me guess, the person you are talking about is the owner of the cafe?"

"No, it's a Japanese pen pal."

"My secret crush? I had a foreign love when I was in high school. Looking back now, I feel really emotional..."

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

"Do I look like a train-talker?"

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

"That's a bit too much." Allens smiled slightly, disapprovingly, "Then take a good rest first. I think with your current mood, you really have no interest in chatting. After all, you have to witness a 'big event' after landing."

At the end of the thirteen-hour flight, at 3 a.m. China time on December 26, the sky was still dark, and the airliner landed at Huanjing International Airport.

Xia Mingwei and Allens got off the plane in first class. The former was carrying a black suitcase and the latter was carrying a brown suitcase. They said hello before parting.

"Listen, just stay at home and don't run around." Aarons warned, "Your current combat power is not enough to participate in the operation against the myth carrier. I will follow the troops of the Executive Directorate to investigate

The whereabouts of the Fire Giant will be kept secret by the field staff this time, even you."

After a pause, he added: "The reason why the principal allowed you to come here is because he thinks 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, do you understand?"

"I know." Xia Mingwei said expressionlessly.

Aarons raised his eyebrows and stared at his cheek for a long time.

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

"Okay," Allens smiled slightly, "We are very worried that you will take unreasonable actions due to excessive emotions. No matter how the subsequent situation develops, please be sure to keep a cool head." He paused, "Although the words are

To put it this way, if I were asked to deal with Poseidon, the God of Shanghai, I might not be able to remain rational."

"You are quite self-aware."

"Anyway, I'll say goodbye here for the time being. We will let you know any news later." After saying that, Aarons had already left the airport.

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

He took a shower in the bathroom first, and then put on a black hoodie.

This is the clothes the boss gave him on his fourteenth birthday. Usually Xia Mingwei wears clothes bought at roadside stalls, but the boss went to the mall that day and picked out the most expensive one. He also specially picked a blue one.

The gift box is beautifully wrapped with a blue and white ribbon.

Xia Mingwei has been thinking about it for a long time.

That 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, chatted with him as he finished the cake, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Before, I put this gift box in his hand.

What’s a little funny is that even though everything else was prepared so carefully, the boss accidentally picked two sizes larger. 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 it would be good to wear as a skirt.

At that time, Xia Mingwei looked at himself in the mirror, and his head was covered with black lines.

If it were his temper towards others, he might have thrown away the hoodie. But at that time, he just folded the clothes and carefully put them in the gift box, thinking that he would wear them when he grew taller.

.Three years later, Xia Mingwei’s clothes now fit her perfectly.

At that time, the boss's hair was still very dark, but after three years, he seemed like a completely different person. His hair had turned a lot whiter.

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

"Speaking of which..." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "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 the color red, including the nurses in the orphanage. But in fact, red objects always reminded him of things, such as the giant that appeared in Snow Deer Town that day.

His symptoms continued until the sixth year after the disaster.

At that time in school, when he saw the red toy taken out by his classmate, his pupils shrank, his head became swollen, and he couldn't listen to the whole class.

Later, in order not to worry his boss, he did some research on the Internet. The Internet called this "post-traumatic stress syndrome", which refers to the mental hallucinations that occur after experiencing a huge trauma.

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

Time passed slowly, and when Xia Mingwei opened his eyes again on the sofa, it was already after 7:30 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 short videos, and the two aunts behind were talking and laughing while carrying the ingredients they had just bought.

Xia Mingwei doesn't dislike this kind of atmosphere. He still prefers to stay in Huanjing compared to London, where it is more humane.

He quickly got off the bus at Platform 09, which is a relatively remote "Laojingmai" neighborhood around Beijing. The cafe built by the boss is located in this quiet place. Xia Mingwei persuaded him several times to move the cafe

When I go to the city center, the boss always says that he likes quiet places. He also emphasizes that "good wine is not afraid of deep alleys." As long as the coffee he makes is good enough, there will always be regular customers. There is no lack of foot traffic in the city center.

.

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

After a short walk, he stopped in front of the wooden door with the "OPEN" door sign. Xia Mingwei could hear the discussion coming from inside. One was a slightly aged voice, and the other was the boss's protracted ruffian tone.

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... unable to fall down.

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

"Hey..." came the boss's voice, "You have lived for almost two hundred years, do you think you are justified in calling me an old thing?"

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

"Go, go," the boss said with disdain, "Go wherever you want to be treated. If Siberia is no longer a good place to be treated, then go back to your North Pole."

"I was discovered in the North Pole last time. What the hell 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 seabed. You can't sleep anywhere, and you sleep for several years at a time. I really doubt that you will become an immortal when you wake up.

Already."

"You'd better worry about yourself, those stinky dogs will come to you soon."

"I said," the boss paused for a while, probably puffing on his cigarette, "I can't hold on any longer. It's useless for you to take me anywhere, so old man... just leave as soon as possible."

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

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

The Dreamer Sequence has already given him a bonus to his five senses, not to mention that after the Black Wukong Sequence advanced, his physical fitness has been comprehensively improved.

"I have one last thing to ask of 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 must have grown up a lot now."

"...You have grown up a lot."

The footsteps of the customers were getting closer and closer. He pushed open the wooden door of the cafe, and the bell rang.

At this moment, Xia Mingwei reached out and wiped his cheek, using the "seventy-two transformations" to change his face, because he knew who the person was about to appear in front of him.

——Ymir, the Frost Giant.
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