I went to Hong Kong International Airport to pick up the plane yesterday, a girl who has never been masked, a girl who has a male ticket. Maybe it's because of a lot of troubles recently, just when the girl asked if she wanted to go to Hong Kong to meet up, thinking about being idle is also idle, so she agreed. It was booked in a hurry, more than 200 slums (the girl lived in more than 700 hotels).
Originally, I didn't plan to pick up the plane, I just wanted to find a closer port to go there. But then I thought about it, or go to the airport to pick her up. After searching the Internet for a long time, I found that it is more convenient to go to Hong Kong International Airport from Huanggang Port. There is a direct bus, and the time is about an hour. If you are in a hurry, you can meet her to get off the plane.
Originally, she only planned to send me off the plane, but she always felt that there must be a beginning and an end, a beginning and an end, and this is perfect.
I made up my mind to tell her, but I was still quite nervous. Because after all, it is a person who has never met, and is afraid of not speculating about something.
I got up at 6:20 in the morning, cleaned up in ten minutes, and went downstairs. It was raining lightly outside, and it was dark, a bit like thinking of you at night. I stopped a motorcycle to go to the subway station. When I got on the subway, my shoes were slightly wet by the rain, and a little coolness penetrated. I fell to Gangxia, came out and stopped a taxi and headed straight to Huanggang Port. The driver was very nice and asked me if I would eat betel nut. I said the same as bark, do not eat. The driver who got off the bus told me to follow the person in front and go straight down, and I thanked me. Go down to the bottom, see the airport bus, and buy a ticket. In the morning of 7:30, there are very few people who go through the customs independently. It feels as fast as taking the subway during off-peak hours. You can enter the country directly by swiping your card. The people inside saw the sign on my chest and directly called me over to wait for the bus. Said my luck was a bit bad, just passed one. But fortunately, every twenty minutes.
When I arrived at the airport, it was just nine o'clock, so I had nothing to do with walking around (this has always been the style). When I went to the bathroom, the cleaning uncle kept staring at me and said goodbye to me before leaving. Feeling that there must be something strange, I turned back and asked why he was staring at me? He said with a little panic: I think you are good-natured. I said thank you to him.
Choose to wait at exit A of the pick-up, and tell the girl what to wear: jeans for the lower body, vest for the upper body, all blue, and there is a sticker of the plane on the chest. The girl said she had jeans, a blue cape, and a white backpack. All that's left is to wait. Waiting makes me very anxious, what if it is a goddess level, what should I do? People with low dopamine secretion are always more pessimistic than ordinary people.
At ten o'clock, the girl said she came out. Looking around, I knew it was her, and when she waved her hand, she responded. The two met like this, and it went smoothly like a reunion of old friends for many years. I took a taxi to the hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, and the girl put down her things. Went out for lunch together.
Next is shopping.
I walked all over the nearby buildings, kept going upstairs and downstairs, swept the floors in circles, found that there was nothing I wanted, took a taxi to Central, but no one driver was willing to go there, and many of them had a bad attitude, as if they owed him money and would not pay it back. . Don't want to cross the sea, don't know why? Twenty is added before one is willing to leave. I went to the Landmark Building. I went to several shops in it, but I still swept the floors one by one. When the girls went shopping, it was really like turning into Sailor Moon. No matter how I walked, I was not tired. I tried it in a shop for a few hours. The clothes, the clerk is still attentive to each set, I am also drunk. A bag cost more than 10,000 yuan. I bought it without blinking an eye. As a result, the limit of the card was not enough, and I was sad for a while. And then the clothes are all 1,000 to 2,000 pieces after the discount, and a hat is 299. Who said things are cheap in Hong Kong? Anyway, it refreshed my consumption concept. Maybe I'm really too bad~ It's
already dark when I buy good things, there is a light rain outside, a cold wind hits, and I shiver from the cold. After walking a few streets again, I found a place to eat casually. Cantonese food, went to Hong Kong to eat Cantonese food. The rich woman bought it. My ideal is to be next to a rich woman, but unfortunately she is not good-looking enough.
In fact, the girl is the personnel of a foreign company. Before the headhunter did not know where to get my resume, and then gave a copy to the sister company. I was introduced to work in her company, but I refused. The girl may also be idle, so I looked at my resume, and then clicked on the blog address to take a look. I find what I write to be interesting (sometimes people like to read what I write). Then she asked to add me as a friend, the first time I refused, the second time she called out my name, I thought it was a dusty acquaintance, so I agreed. We also added WeChat at the back, and everyone just joked occasionally when they were fine. In fact, I guess more often that she may be a caregiver, so it is often very casual to start brushing with her, but it turns out that we really meet together.
There are always some people who just hit it off.
When sending off the plane, everyone was relatively silent, and the girl said that she should not say too much when sending people off.
Sometimes it is really strange, because of some inexplicable things, and then inexplicably met, and finally left with some melancholy. On the other hand, the matter itself may not make any sense at all. Maybe life itself is meaningless.
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