25 hour

Chapter 37 Ch37 White Horse

When I received the news from Qin Zheng a year ago, it was also such a summer afternoon in May. The local body temperature was much higher than that in Iceland, but it was still an excellent summer resort compared to many places.

As the capital of the United Mexican States, Mexico City, surrounded by mountains, is not only the highest metropolitan area in the world, but also the oldest never-ending city in the Western Hemisphere. It concentrates nearly half of the country's industry, commerce, more than half of the service industry and 2/3 of the financial industry. Industry.

In the 16th century, after the Spanish conquistadors defeated the local Indian civilization, the Aztec Empire, they rebuilt the city on the ruins. Over the past few hundred years, the Mayan civilization, Indian ruins, European churches and modern skyscrapers have woven together the city. The strong and brilliant cultural color of the nation, while economic development, population expansion, and criss-crossing traffic pressure make this modern city full of contradictory beauty of vigor and overcrowding.

After leaving Oslo in the far north, Shen Teng has been very interested in this kind of scene that is so warm that it almost makes people dizzy.

The straight-line distance from Mexico City to Los Angeles is about 2490 kilometers, and it takes an average of 3.5 hours to fly by plane.

While holding a wide-brimmed sunhat by the stall selling chicken rolls, Shen Teng was searching for the above-mentioned line of content when he received Qin Zheng's message pop-up reminder.

When the word "tsar" popped up, the Coke in the hand of the tourist girl next door was shaken and poured down. Amidst the crisp exclamation and laughter, Shen Teng stood there in a daze, blinking, and almost thought that he was here. Mexico City, which is like spring all the year round, suffers from heatstroke.

What Qin Zheng sent was a graduation ceremony invitation letter signed "University of Southern California". The layout and wording were quite formal.

It appears to be group hair.

Shen Teng breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his own cup of Coke absently, bit the straw, and was about to cross out the dialog box pretending not to see it, when the page was updated, a new message popped up on the opposite side: "It's not a group post, are you coming?"

It might have come, but you gave it meaning in this way——

Without hesitation, Shen Teng turned on the camera function of the mobile phone, and naturally aimed the camera at the picture of the stall owner's skillful movement of meat pies, zoomed in, clicked, sent, PS: I can't catch up, I wish you happiness.

Ten minutes later, Shen Teng, who had neither a Coke nor a meat roll, received a reply from Qin Zheng when he left the square.

"Okay." Simple as usual.

It was really impossible to keep up.

That day, Shen Teng had just landed in Mexico City via Florence, and the jet lag was not reversed. On the road, he came across a car rental advertisement with the slogan "All the way to San Francisco", and thought that these people were seductresses in disguise who wanted to ask for his life. .What's more, this trip was planned and long-awaited by Shen Tom, and the accommodation was booked on a one-week basis, and Qin Zheng's graduation ceremony was just one day later, so he couldn't make it in time no matter what.

But when he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly 24 hours, he finished check-in in the early morning, yawned, and sat sleepily in the waiting room when he suddenly realized what he had just done. Even Shen Teng didn't respond for a while. Come here, wake up in an instant, widen your eyes in astonishment, turn your head to look at the nearest international flight on the scrolling reminder screen, blink for a moment, and let go of the string in your brain that was almost broken just now, chaos And lost in thought.

Of course, he didn't think about anything, he was too sleepy, and he was eager to sleep on the plane after a long time.

Four hours later, Shen Toma, who had arrived in Los Angeles for the unknown number of times, found a hotel and checked in with ease. After entering the door, he threw himself on the soft bed without even opening the suitcase, unable to dream.

The curtains of the hotel are not very shading, when the bright sunshine on the west coast dances on the man's eyelashes and urges him to wake up again, Shen Ma, who has completely lost the ability to perceive time, opens his eyes and looks at the day that is within reach Qingming almost thought that he had slept for a whole day and night.

But in fact, it has only been three hours since he lost consciousness on this bed. When the bones that were so soft that they were almost not his own were retracted one by one to their proper positions, Shen Teng struggled to get up from the bed. Finally ushered in the late feeling of fasting.

The weather forecast for the day was cloudy, but the cloudiness in the City of Angels was just a few more clouds in the cloudless sky, and the sun was still very bright.

When walking out of the small shop near the hotel with the hot dog he just bought, the sound and vibration came from Shen Ma's pocket.In his sleep, the mobile phone that was automatically turned off when the battery was exhausted and turned on automatically when it was fully charged, but he seemed to be ignorant of it.

Standing on the "cloudy" street in Los Angeles, Shen Teng, wearing sunglasses, slowly finished his first meal after arriving in North America, walked along the street with a pleasant scale for 2 minutes, found the trash can, and threw away the packaging and wet wipes ——After completing the above-mentioned series of actions, he finally took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and calmly read all the information that had been ignored in the past chaotic time.

Most of them are app pushes, some are from strangers, there is no news from Qin Zheng, and there is no difference from expectations.

After staring at the phone screen in a daze for a short while, Shen Teng switched the application page and called a car, and the destination was positioned as the central campus of the University of Southern California.

"Are you also going to attend the graduation ceremony?" the driver casually said after he got into the car.

"Hmm...about the same?"

The driver who was busy changing lanes didn't hear the hesitation in Shen Tom's answer, and answered with a smile: "Your family is really amazing. USC is one of the dream schools for students in the United States. It is very difficult to get admitted."

family.Shen Tomo touched his chin, and instead of following the driver's flattery, he asked, "Do graduates usually invite their family members to the graduation ceremony?"

Oslo is biased. When he graduated from university, he never thought of inviting Shen Yuru to watch the ceremony in person. In the end, he just finished the degree conferring ceremony with his grandmother on video with his mobile phone... Why did Qin Zheng think of inviting him?

"certainly……"

The driver's answer without hesitation got stuck when he looked up and saw Mr. Passenger's confused expression in the rearview mirror. He pursed his lips and rephrased cautiously: "Maybe we will invite some very important people, after all, they are so important. occasion."

This answer is even more unlikely.

Shen Teng smiled and didn't argue with the driver any further.

Forget it, don't think too much.At most, our Second Young Master and his family are unfamiliar and there is no one else to invite. After thinking about it, it seems that Shen Teng is the only idler who happens to be nearby, so he just asked casually.

"By the way, do you know what the mascot of USC is?" The driver changed the subject cooperatively.

Shen Teng really didn't know.

"A white horse named Traveler and his Trojan rider."

The driver smiled at Shen Tomagain in the rearview mirror. Compared with just now, his smile became more gentle and intelligent, as if he was suddenly possessed by the soul of a Trojan knight. The man slyly said a metaphor to Shen Tom: "USC hopes that every one of her students will be enterprising, brave, wise, and ambitious. I hope that the graduate you are going to meet has also grown into a qualified Roman warrior."

Yes, of course he is.

As early as when Shen Toma first met Qin Zheng, he was already a qualified tsarist majesty.

The central campus of USC is known as the University Park Campus. It is located in the art and education corridor in the center of Los Angeles. It has a long history and a beautiful environment. Many movies including "Forrest Gump" have been filmed here.

Even though I have personally experienced such an occasion, when Shen Tomah walked around the campus holding the mascot of USC, I saw countless graduates holding flowers, wearing beautiful gowns under their bachelor's uniforms, His face was filled with one of the happiest smiles in his life. When he was running, laughing, and taking photos with his family and friends in every corner of the campus, he still took off his sunglasses in the bright afternoon sunshine of US Western Time, and was infected by the atmosphere The corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he couldn't help feeling a feeling that might be called "yearning".

Perhaps it was because Oslo was too cold, and Shen Teng’s graduation did not have such a bright grass fragrance with sufficient photosynthesis, or maybe it was because he didn’t take a photo with his relatives and friends.

All in all, Shen Tom is very happy to be here - at this moment, the sunshine in Los Angeles is no less dimmer than the enthusiasm in Mexico City.

It's just a pity that he came too late. The school's graduation ceremony officially began at 08:30 in the morning. Shen Tom not only missed the important keynote speech of a certain Olympic champion, but also slept through the degree awarding ceremony of the branch school.

what a pity.But to be honest, from the moment he decided to come to Los Angeles, Shen Teng had no intention of telling Qin Zheng that he was coming.

Treat it as a small episode of the journey, eat authentic American cuisine on the way back, and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow he will return to Mexico to visit the National Art Palace that he hadn't had time to visit yesterday.

Just treat it as a small episode of the journey.

"Qin Zheng!"

Suddenly someone behind him yelled out a name that Shen Teng was all too familiar with.

Which is more likely to be auditory hallucinations, slips of the tongue or duplicate names?

Without even having time to think about this question, Shen Teng turned his head on the lawn, and at a glance recognized the only person among the crowd wearing the same academic uniform under the shadow of the building arch more than ten meters away.

There's no way, Qin Zheng was born too conspicuously.

He is so handsome and upright that Asians will be submerged in the stereotype of tall men in the United States and Europe, and he has a unique temperament. Even in such an occasion where even his deadly enemies can hook shoulders to each other and smile at each other, the second young master also Still with his reticence, and his popularity is still beyond imagination.

Maybe every student at USC would like to take a photo with this handsome guy who is as black as ink and whose face is a combination of Eastern and Greek classical styles.

Seeing Qin Zheng, who had just been awarded the "Newest Mascot of USC" with a soft expression (maybe he was in a daze), taking pictures with waves of students he knew and didn't know, Shen Teng couldn't help smiling and raised his hand. The mobile phone lens also left a video record for him from another angle.

His Majesty the Emperor surrounded by crowds, flowers and sunshine.

Seeing His Majesty's absent-minded look, maybe I won't be found by taking a photo of a tourist by his side now - this childish thought only swirled in my mind for a second, and was thrown back to the recycle bin by Shen Teng because of being too childish .

"Hey, beautiful ladies."

He stopped the girl passing by.

Under the cloudless sunshine in Southern California, Shen Teng blinked, smiled and waved the white horse doll in his hand to them: "Would it be an honor for you to be a messenger for me?"

"so."

A year later, in zero time zone seven hours from Los Angeles DST, on a cloud-covered summer afternoon in Reykjavik, in a clean little house with a row of handmade candles by the blue window frame, the Qin Zheng, who realized "he's gone" the moment he got the Traveler from his female classmate, can still clearly recall from his memory the night scene of Mexico City's Constitution Square that Shen Teng posted on social platforms that night.

And today, one year later, looking at Shen Teng standing in front of him, who seemed to be unable to escape, Qin Zheng finally opened his lips and asked with certainty: "How many flights did you catch in those two days?"

Shen Teng smiled.

The man raised his chin and looked at Qin Zheng standing in front of him with his eyes half down.

Obviously Shen Teng was the one who couldn't speak at the beginning, but at this moment he regained the initiative with ease.

"Do you remember what they told you?" Shen Teng asked without answering.

Qin Zheng nodded, his gaze remained motionless, as if he could only see Shen Teng for the rest of his life.

Of course he remembered that the day of graduation was also a special day for Qin Zheng. People smiled and ran over to take pictures with him and put their arms around his shoulders. When they wished him well, they didn't just say "Happy Graduation".

Qin Zheng had an unusually easy-going temper that day, allowing everyone to joke around and take pictures of himself as a campus symbol, but when those strange girls walked towards him holding the school mascot he was familiar with, Qin Zheng Suddenly, as if accepting some kind of providence, he stood where he was, surrounded by the crowd that suddenly became out of focus, and calmly waited for an unknown future.

Happy Graduation.

Happy summer.

they said.

The invisible thread of time weaves into a cobweb passage before Qin Zheng's eyes. He followed his heart and stretched out his hand to tear away the obstacles blocking his way, but when he opened his eyes again, it was clear that they were standing opposite each other in a small apartment in Northern Europe. , but Qin Zheng suddenly felt that he was back under the long arcade in Southern California.

The sun shone through the branches and leaves of the palm tree. He held the white horse doll and raised his head. There was no one around, only Shen Teng, who was not there before, walked towards Qin Zheng with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

Walking up to him, cupping his cheeks, standing on tiptoe, rubbing his forehead with the tip of her nose, and pressing her lips to his brow.

As it is now, Shen Teng didn't borrow anyone as a microphone, but in the shade of Southern California, in a dim room in Reykjavik, told him personally: "Happy birthday, Qin Zheng."