Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang drove the car directly to the terminal of Linate Airport. Milan has three airports, and although they are all international airports, most short-haul flights stop at Linate.

After getting out of the car after it had stopped, the airport security quickly came over to greet him: "Sir, you can't park here, please go...my God..." He recognized Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang took out his small bag from the passenger seat and asked him, "Do you recognize me?"

"Yes! I'm from the South Stand." The tone was full of pride. San Siro South Stand, a gathering area for die-hard AC Milan fans.

"Okay." Zhuo Yang nodded and threw the car keys to him. "Park my car and drive to Milanello tomorrow." He took out a large 500 yuan note from his butt pocket and handed it over. "This is yours. Send the car to Milano, no matter who you give it to, and ask him to give you another 500 euros."

The security guy was holding the car keys in one hand and a 500-dollar bill in the other, messy in the afterglow of Milan's dusk.

I rushed to the ticket window and slapped my credit card on the window sill. "A ticket to Hannover, anything, just quick!"

"Hello sir, there happens to be the last regional flight to Hannover today. It is a small Alitalia aircraft and will take off in thirty minutes. Do you want it?"

"Hurry up!"

At the same moment, she followed the crowd out of Hannover Airport and stopped under the mast-shaped sail-shaped hall edge outside the gate.

When she and Zhuoyang were watching each other through the window at Linate Airport just now, she was extremely sad. She didn't want to come back just like this. Why is time so unreasonable? The days waiting for him are like years, but seeing him goes by like the wind. I haven't even had time to tell him that I've missed him for six years.

I feel a little unwilling to just go back to school like this. I have been waiting for six years to see him again, and I don’t know what year or month I will see him again. What a torture it will be.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. Nine o'clock was the last time for the dormitory to take roll call for the beginning of the semester. Kissman School of Business has a very strict sense of time and school disciplines. Like other elite European schools, it does not have free-range and open management like ordinary universities. Instead, it has a clear system and work schedule. Openness is only reflected in academics, and the school spirit Rigorous to the point of being almost military.

This is the tradition for the children of European nobles and elites to receive higher education, and it is also because the school is afraid that there will be an accident and cannot afford to pay. Every man and woman who can come to school here has a prominent family behind him.

From elementary school in Vienna, to Eton College in the UK for six years, and now as a junior at Keithman Business School, she has never violated any school rules. She has always been an excellent and well-behaved student.

She is also a good, obedient and sensible child. The only time she went against her parents' wishes was when she gave up the opportunity to attend Trinity College, Cambridge, two years ago and insisted on going to university at Kissman Business School in Hannover.

Brother Zhuoyang didn’t even know that I came to Hannover for him. He just thought it was a coincidence, like meeting me in Florence today. Today is God's will, but I have to tell him that Kissman School of Business is not a coincidence.

I have been waiting for him for six years and I don’t want to wait any longer. I should tell him personally that I miss him. I want to tell him: Zhuoyang, I love you!

He turned around and ran towards the hall, his heart full of anticipation and excitement: Hahaha, I am going to violate the school rules! Hahaha~, I’m going to Milan, I’m going to find Zhuoyang~~Ah hahaha~~The old chandelier on the bridge will definitely praise me for being brave.

"Please give me a ticket to Milan. The sooner the better! Thank you." The credit card was slapped on the counter.

"Hello madam, there happens to be the last passing flight to Milan. It is landing now and will take off in thirty minutes. Is this what you need?"

"Yes, yes, come on, come on!"

At 21:00 on the evening of August 30, AC Milan assistant coach Tassotti was making rounds in Milano.

"Does anyone know why Zhuo Yang hasn't arrived yet?"

In the girls' dormitory area of ​​Kissman School of Business, Mrs. Gilna, the director of the dormitory, is checking the roll call.

"Does anyone know why Christine Josephine hasn't arrived yet?"

Above the dark and towering ridges of the Alps, at an altitude of 30,000 feet, Zhuoyang and Zhuoyang passed each other two kilometers apart, and each could see the lights in the other's portholes.

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Standing under the mast-shaped sail-shaped rim outside the Hannover Airport lobby, Zhuo Yang was stunned!

Unable to contain the joy and anticipation in his heart, he took out his cell phone and was about to call her, telling her that I came to Hanover to find you. I wanted to climb over the wall to find you, but the cell phone rang first. Tell him: Brother Zhuoyang, I’m back to Milan to find you at Linate Airport.

After being silly, Zhuo Yang panicked! Public security in Milan is not very good, but the airport should be a very safe place with bright lights and soldiers from the Italian Border Brigade on duty 24 hours a day armed with live ammunition, but Zhuoyang is still very worried about safety.

She is such a weak girl, alone in a strange city at night, what if..., bah bah bah!

This is the fragility of love! When Sun Yumei traveled to China alone, he was not worried at all and even praised Sun Yuxia loudly.

"Listen to me. Now go to the Rainforest Coffee Shop in the center of the departure hall. The door is red. Next to it is the airport security duty room." Zhuo Yang calmed down and said, "Just wait for me in the coffee shop. , don’t go anywhere.”

"Well, I'll wait for you."

", I promise you, I will definitely come back to you before midnight today, believe me."

"Well, I believe you."

After making the call, Zhuo Yang urgently thought about countermeasures. In the past two years, he has made countless trips back and forth between Milan and Hannover, and he is very familiar with the flight times between the two places. At this point, it is no longer possible to fly to each other.

Hannover is 700 kilometers away from Milan. It’s almost dawn when we drive there, let alone running there like we did in Manchester, even if we wear our underpants inside out.

If what happened three months ago, Zhuo Yang's only option was to hijack a flight to other places to give me a way out, do you think a man who is dizzy with love can't do it?

But today, three months later, Zhuo Yang may have other ideas. This experience comes from running thousands of miles to Manchester for the last game of last season. After that time, Zhuoyang often thought about what to do if he encountered this kind of situation again when he was bored. It really made him think of several possibilities. And when AC Milan sports director Braida chatted with him, he also said that he was stupid at the time, why didn't he use his brain more?

Zhuo Yang turned around and walked back to the waiting hall. Before he could take action, his phone rang again.

"Zhuoyang, where are you? Why haven't you reported to Milanlo yet?" It was Tassotti.

"Brother Handcuffs, I'm sorry. I have something urgent tonight. I can't go back to Milanluo. I'm sorry! I'm taking a temporary leave. That's it. I'm very busy."

"You want to know that after violating the team rules... hello? Hey! Zhuo Yang... hello..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Yang walked quickly to the airport duty counter. "Who is the manager on duty at the airport today? Is it Jacob Dirichlet? Let him come to see me right away, right now!"

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