lost hearts

When he arrived at the airport by motorcycle, Krist saw from a distance the group of conspicuous friends surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

When they were alone, they were already quite popular. When such a group of people got together, it was such a big event to leave their own country to go to a foreign country to participate in the meeting. The fans were reluctant to part with each other, wishing to be able to follow them all the way. Went to China.

He separated from the crowd and approached the encirclement, greeted them, greeted the fans, said a few words in a hurry, and it was time to enter the security check.

P'Jane walked in front, and six people plus the interpreter P'Wave followed in a row through the inspection passageway.

This step took a while, and then it was another long waiting time.

Several people sat casually on seats near the gate, and Krist sat next to his brother as usual.

Everyone was playing with their phones, Off and Gun□□ile whispered together, New yawned, looking sleepy.Peeking at it, Krist felt that even he was a little sleepy.

I got up early in the morning for the exam, and even hugged Buddha's feet for a while. P'Sing does not have the habit of cramming like this.According to him, if he read the textbook for a little time before the exam, his mind would be confused.

Although sometimes I have such a situation, Krist still feels cautiously that there is no harm in being able to remember a little more.

Then quietly opened his mouth and yawned, and took a look at Singto staring at the screen of his mobile phone. Krist leaned back, leaned the back of his neck against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

It was closed until boarding the plane.

"Krist, Krist? You're up, boarding the plane."

"...Um, huh?" Shaking his unconscious head, Krist managed to open his eyes, realizing that he had fallen asleep at some point.Glancing at the phone, he also fell asleep for a long time.

In front of him was Singto standing there, carrying his black bag on one shoulder, smiling.

"Uh. Thanks na P'Sing."

"Let's go." Singto, who was just grinning, showing his beautiful teeth, reached out and pulled Krist up.

Touching his brother's palm, Krist pursed his lips and smiled.

Stand up straight, take your own luggage, and follow the footsteps of several people who have turned back frequently, and Krist's journey to China begins again.