Pet King

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Since he was traveling at his own expense, everything he chooses must be frugal. Zhang Zian’s ticket must be the cheapest economy class, and then a window seat was selected on the airport’s autonomous check-in equipment.

Although he didn’t book extra seats, Richard insisted on flying together with him on the plane. The other elves chose to return to his mobile phone to spend a comfortable flight with it.

Zhang Zian didn’t want to agree with Richard because, for a long flight, eating, drinking, and passing excrement will be a problem. If it passes on his shoulder, it will be disgusting, and he will be mistaken for a pervert by the stewardess and the surrounding sisters.

Finally, it promised not to eat on the plane and to drink as little water as possible before he reluctantly agreed.

“Why do you want to sit on a plane so badly?” He found a remote spot in the waiting room and sat down, with the invisible Richard standing on his shoulder.

Summer clothes are thin, and its bird’s claws scratch his skin, and when seen by outsiders, the shoulders of his clothes appear wrinkled, and he looks sloppy.

“And why do you want to fly so badly?” Richard combed his feathers and glared at him as if seeing through his mind.

“I have no choice but to sit on a plane. I also want to wake up to find myself at my destination,” he said.

Richard sneered, “Come on, you idiot is probably looking at the stewardess to get back the money you paid for the fare!”

“Then you are here…to see the captain?”

One person, one bird, knows each other rather well.

After a while, they started boarding.

Sure enough…the quality of the flight attendants in the economy class cannot be expected to be too high.

Zhang Zian found his seat and placed his luggage overhead.

Each flight is like a lottery ticket that has two lottery chances. Even if the quality of the stewardess is not pleasing to the eye, at least you can look forward to seeing whether the one in the seat next to you is a beauty or not…Of course, because it is a lottery ticket, the chance of winning is definitely…Slim.

“Hello there.”

Expectedly, his luck was terrible, making Zhang Zian doubt whether this cheap bird also can predict the future.

The person is a middle-aged man in his 40s. Although he is no longer young, he is still in good shape. His gray hair is slightly gray, though his hair volume is still a lot. The most important thing is that this man looks quite graceful. He has a calm and elegant temperament.

His beard is clean and freshly shaved, and his nails are carefully trimmed. He pays attention to his appearance. Even in such a hot summer, he wears a fitted linen suit.

In short, this man is a bit overly neat and tidy. If he is a working elite working in a high-end office building, that is understandable. Still, he is actually in economy class…how can he be a career elite and sit in economy class?

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

In any case, although it is not a beauty sitting next to him, it is at least not a 300-pound fat lady. At least, his luck was still not that bad.

“Have we met before?”

After he put my luggage away, the middle-aged man took the initiative to talk to him.

Zhang Zian’s shoulder was grabbed hard by Richard, meaning: the classic pick-up phrase appeared.

Zhang Zian also felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but where did he see him, he couldn’t remember it for a while. Thus, he guessed that this person might be a teacher at Binhai University, maybe when he bumped into him when he went to the university to find Wei Kang.

“I don’t remember it very well,” he answered ambiguously.

In general, as long as the person is not too shy, it is normal for the passengers in the next seat to talk before the plane takes off. During a long flight, it is inevitable to deal with meals and toilets. If nothing is said, who can he find if he ever needs help?

Besides, if the other person happens to have a common topic with them in terms of interests, occupations, etc., the journey can also be made less lonely, and it may even become a source of career support, which is very common.

This middle-aged man is quite talkative and laughs heartily, “Listening to your accent…you are from Binhai?”

There is no direct flight from Binhai to San Francisco. Zhang Zian was transiting at the airport of another big city at this time and fly to San Francisco from here. If he can meet fellow Binhai citizens here, it will not be an everyday thing. The other person may have come here on the same domestic flight, but the two parties did not notice each other before until they chose the adjacent seat from one another.

“Yes.” Zhang Zian also politely asked, “You too?”

“I’m not from Binhai, but…I have a job in Binhai.” The middle-aged man said, “Binhai is considered my second hometown.”

“Oh…”

The dialogue is almost done here. If they continue to talk, it will inevitably go deeper, and Zhang Zian has not yet figured out whether he wants to know this person further.

The busy stewardess checked the passenger list and determined that all passengers were on the plane. The boarding ramp is removed, and the cabin door is closed.

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

Flight attendants patrolled back and forth between the seats to check whether the luggage rack was secure, solve any problems for the passengers, and gently reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts as the plane was about to take off.

The middle-aged man took off his jacket to avoid the suit jacket from being pleated, and then put on his seat belt.

When he took off his jacket, Zhang Zian didn’t stare at him, but the light in the corner of his eyes seemed to catch a touch of metallic luster, swinging an arc from his neckline.

That is a silver cross whose surface is slightly dim due to frequent friction, making it not as shiny as freshly-made metal utensils.

When he saw this cross rocking back and forth, Zhang Zian’s memory seemed to be deeply jolted, and some memories that were blurred because they did not occur in reality were awakened.

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

Cross…

His only interaction with the cross…

Fragments of broken memory passed through his mind like shooting stars.

A secluded street planted with sycamore…

Western-style old building…

Old masters with cameras hanging around their necks…

Noisy Cosplayers and the University Photography Society…

Zhuang Xiaodie…

He stared at the face of the middle-aged man, struggling to remember, “Are you…in Nancheng District…”

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Have you been to our church? No wonder I find you familiar.”

This keyword is like a bright light in Zhang Zian’s mind. Some memory fragments are now connected together, and the faded memory is clear again, much like digital processing.

Yes, he has been to a church in Nancheng District, not in reality, but in a dream.

The middle-aged man in his dreams wasn’t wearing a casual suit as he is now, but a straight-fitting robe. The difference between the two was too wide, so Zhang Zian didn’t recognize him immediately.