execution boy

I never thought that the first time I came to China was so embarrassing.

I left my luggage on the taxi and called N times. The taxi driver said he didn’t see it. An aunt who was on the plane next to me told me that if there was cash in the luggage, most of them couldn’t find it. Lost items.

Fortunately, I had already reserved a hotel before I came. Lying on the hotel bed, I suddenly laughed.

How crazy, I've traveled half the world for a dream.

Because of my grotesque dream, I had a strong curiosity about China. This kind of curiosity made me unable to restrain the desire in my heart. It seemed that I made a decision in one night, bought a ticket the next day, and flew directly. Arrived in Beijing.

I lied to the housekeeper that I was going to a summer camp, what a ridiculous reason, but maybe I had been sick, and the housekeeper paid special attention to my health, so he would agree to most of my requests.

The waiter came over to deliver the food and introduced me to some famous Beijing snacks. I listened carefully, ordered a bowl of Chaos, and then sat on the sofa in a daze.

Now I have no money, no second change of clothes, and I don't even have an ID card. Is there a second person in this world who is more embarrassed than me?

Maybe staying in a smooth environment for too long, this kind of madness and embarrassment actually stimulated the hidden curiosity factor in my heart, I didn't feel scared, I just wanted to find a way to get out of this predicament.

An interesting thing happened when I entered this hotel just now. There was a person whose suitcase was exactly the same as mine.

It was a GFK brand, but the dark green case was a limited edition, but I couldn't be sure it was mine. The woman was well dressed and had beautiful long wavy hair. I couldn't imagine that it was a thief.

I'm going to have to see the box anyway.

The next day I stayed in the hotel lobby and didn’t see the man go out until the afternoon. I used a trick and slipped in while the waiter was cleaning and tried the suitcase. After trying the password a few times, I was finally sure. Not my luggage.

When I returned to my room, I suddenly felt that this was an unfriendly thing and illegal.

I thought I should go to apologize, but I didn't know how to say it, until the evening when I hesitated, the door rang, I opened the door, and it was the owner of the suitcase.

Only then did I see this woman clearly, with a pair of big watery eyes inlaid on her fair face, looking at me with a little incomprehension and inquiry.

Behind me was the hotel manager and a group of people, looking at me with disdain.

I think I'm at a loss for words.

The woman spoke and said a few words, but I didn't understand them very well, probably because I found out that I took her things when I watched the surveillance.

But I also knew that she wanted something back.

I pushed the suitcase to her, and after talking for a long time, I didn't express that I lost something and didn't have an ID card. I just wanted to know if it was my suitcase.

She said, "Aren't you Chinese?"

I nodded.

She changed her English to communicate with me, and I found that her English is very good, so I met this girl, his name is Xu Jiaojiao.

Xu Jiaojiao is an excellent businesswoman who always goes to Australia, so my chat with her went smoothly, and with his help, I finally found my suitcase at the police station.

For the next month, he accompanied me on a tour of Beijing, leaving our footprints from Wangfujing to Dashilan, from Beijing to the Summer Palace.

But when he told me that he wanted to be my girlfriend, I still refused.

He's a nice woman, pretty and good-looking, maybe even my savior, but I always feel like it shouldn't be, but I don't know what it should be.

Fortunately, Xu Jiaojiao didn't mind, a girl like him doesn't lack boyfriends, maybe she just thinks I'm more interesting.

Xu Jiaojiao likes to collect Chinese paintings, so she always takes me to various art exhibitions. Today she said she would take me to an auction house. There was a painting he wanted very much. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I let her go.

Auction houses in China are very lively, but there are many people, but there are not many people holding placards. Most of them come to appreciate Chinese paintings.

Because I sat for too long, I almost fell asleep, until I heard someone shouting: "Mr. Zhao Yi, this painting is yours."

I woke up with a start, stood up and tried to look ahead.

But there are too many people in front, but I don't know which one is Zhao Yi.

Xu Jiaojiao asked, "What's wrong with you, Mark?"

I said, "I heard a man named Zhao Yi."

Xu Jiaojiao smiled: "Oh, Zhao Yi, that's my college classmate, and now he's in the antique business."

I suddenly turned my head to look at Xu Jiaojiao, but I was full of feelings in my heart.

Zhao Yi, how could it be Zhao Yi in the dream?Am I too crazy.

He asked, "Why, do you know him?"

I smiled: "No, I just think the name sounds nice."

It has been more than a month since I came to China in a blink of an eye, Xu Jiaojiao saw that I was too boring and asked me to work in their company. I usually run around and get acquainted with Chinese. Life is quite colorful.

When I told the truth to the housekeeper, the housekeeper was uncharacteristically and almost lost his temper with me, which I did not expect.

In my impression, the housekeeper never yelled at me, so I hung up the phone in a fit of anger. Every time the housekeeper called, I didn't answer, but just reported him safe every day, and he stopped calling over time.

I learned to use things like Weibo, which is a Chinese social platform. I need to know what this country is paying attention to every day, what is new every day, and it is very helpful for me to learn Chinese.

I never had a nightmare again, the new life took up all my time, and gradually I even forgot about it.

In the early hours of the morning, I returned to the rented room after a day’s activities, turned on my mobile phone and checked Weibo. The quiet night suddenly made me feel like I wanted to go back to Australia, because I didn’t even know what my original intention for coming to China was. .

So I wrote "Maybe I shouldn't be here, I want to forget Zhao Xiaodao, remember, my name is Mark."

My Chinese is not very good, and learning is not so smooth, so it took some effort to type these characters.

The next day I had no work, so I wandered around and ate the enema that Beijingers often eat, and then I vomited and had diarrhea. Maybe I chose a bad place, or maybe my stomach is not suitable for the old Beijing food.

When I was squatting on the toilet and wondering whether I should go to the hospital, my phone suddenly vibrated. I opened it and saw that it was a private message on Weibo.

It said: "Your name is Zhao Xiaodao?"

I raised my eyebrows and replied, "Maybe, yes."

"Why maybe?"

"In the dream, I was called Zhao Xiaodao, but that was just a dream."

The other party typed very quickly, but I was very slow, but every time I finished typing and sent it, the other party responded to me immediately.

This is the first time someone on Weibo is willing to take the initiative to contact me, and I am a little flattered.

I took a look at his homepage, it's called Uncle Shancheng.

What does Uncle Shancheng mean?Forgive me for being an illiterate Chinese.

So we started chatting.

"Your dreams are very interesting, what are they?"

The other party seems to be very interested in my dream, because it is a stranger who does not know, it seems to be able to open up, so I said: "It is a strange world, there is a family of four, parents, two brothers, and Me, but it ended badly."

"What ending?"

I thought about it and called: "I don't want to recall the ending."

The other party didn't reply to me again. In fact, several days later, the other party ignored me again. Until one day after I participated in the event, my phone vibrated again. I suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation.

Uncle Shancheng said, "Can I see you?"

I looked at these words and hesitated. I never thought about making friends in reality by relying on the Internet, but I really wanted to.

I once told Xu Jiaojiao about my dream, but he thought I was a disordered thought caused by lack of sleep and mental stress.

It's very similar to what my father said, probably a normal person would think so.

Uncle Yamashiro was the only one who took an interest in my dreams.

So in the third month of my stay in China, I went to meet this man in a coffee shop on the Second Ring Middle Road in Beijing. In China, this method is called meeting netizens, or face-to-face.

I was sitting in the corner by the window, stirring the coffee with a spoon in my hand, but my mind was not on the coffee at all. I thought maybe my father or Xu Jiaojiao said that I was really mentally ill, otherwise how could I Do something like this.

"Hello."

A male voice interrupted my thoughts, I looked up and met a pair of familiar eyes.

These eyes are so familiar, I always feel that I have seen them somewhere.

Zhao Yi!right!It's Zhao Yi!These eyes are very much like Zhao Yi when he was a child!

I overturned the coffee in an instant, and the coffee-colored liquid spilled all over my pants.

But I didn't care about it, I just looked at him and said, "Are you Zhao Yi?"

The man sat down slowly, unhurriedly, smiled and said to me: "Mr. Mark, I am honored to be like the man in your dream, but sorry, I am not."

I was surprised again, and after sorting out my thoughts, I realized that I was a little embarrassed now, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

I turned around and walked to the bathroom without looking back, but I felt that he had been watching my back.

I simply cleaned up my skirt in the bathroom and saw me in the mirror.

It was a young boy with short curly hair and panic written all over his pale face.

I smiled wryly. It seems that the butler is right. There is a reason for sending me to see a psychiatrist.

I am indeed abnormal.