Short Story: "Pick-up"
The sky is a little cold, and the people of Hanoi are immersed in the Chinese New Year festival in full swing, as in previous years. A small passenger plane from Tengyun Fog Airlines slowly docked at Hanoi Airport. The airport was unusually quiet, and the ground staff was busy in an orderly manner, making some strange and proud bad smiles from time to time.
A group of people walked slowly ahead, carrying seemingly heavy suitcases, each with several large pieces, and the "LV" and Kanu bags looked particularly bright under the touch of the sun.
Walking in front is a "star" Xiao Kai who lacks a little abs but has a small belly bulge, muttering in his mouth that the Spring Festival gift for his girlfriend has not yet been selected. Preparing for the "Dry Rush" Round of 12 qualifiers all day, there is no time to accompany his girlfriend for the New Year. If she doesn't meet her shopping requirements this time, she will have to say goodbye to herself and throw herself into the arms of the rich second generation of gold warehouses.
I have heard that I have to play football with Indians and Bruneians for a while, and even domestic amateur football teams have also played books to join in the fun. The training schedule is so tight, the leaders are already arranging the 2026 World Cup group qualifiers, where is the time to take care of it.
The next few looked east and west, reluctantly walking to the boarding platform. Only to hear a slightly chubby tattooed boy say loudly, "Tonight's sea cucumber has not been eaten!" Why not finish eating and then go? There is nothing serious about going back, and it is not too late to board the plane tomorrow. ”
In the middle of the conversation, an elder with myopic glasses walked down from the boarding gate and said with a smile: "Are you a few foot-wrappers who have just been scored 2 goals by vietnamese?" Look at you stupid people, don't be disgraced here, hurry home! After saying that, he helped down the gold-rimmed glasses he bought in Thailand, and looked at the Apple mobile phone in his hand.
Seeing the slow pace of the foot-wrapping team, the gold wire glasses were a little impatient, and said with a look of contempt: "Those who can't keep up with the back, take the train back!" ”
Seeing that everyone did not say anything more, the captain of the European brigade slowly closed the cabin door and waited for the command in the center of the command tower. At 20:10, the 737 passenger plane slowly disappeared into the vast night sky with the confidence and glory of the past.
