At noon, when Han Zhou left, only Wang Mingyuan was still in the hotel.

He has something to do in Jinling and will catch the high-speed train in the afternoon.

Everyone else had to fly away.

Originally, Han Zhou wanted to see An Lan off at the airport while waiting for his plane.

However, An Lan was worried about being photographed by passers-by and fans, so she did not make the trip.

At noon, Han Zhou took a leisurely ride to the airport.

To be honest, wearing sunglasses in the winter is a bit too pretentious. Han Zhou chose to wear a scarf to cover his face. As for hats, he was not allowed to wear them, as wearing too many hats would cause hair loss.

Image is secondary. If you lose your hair, you have to have it transplanted. The transplanted hair will still fall off. This back and forth process is unbearable for your wallet.

…

On the plane, nothing happened.

No fans or moviegoers recognized Han Zhou, and no stewardess approached Han Zhou for photos and autographs.

I don’t know why so many people picked up the unknown celebrities I saw when they got off the plane when I watched the short video in my previous life.

"It seems that the person who took this job discriminated against me. He knew that I had no money and refused to ask me to take on the task."

As soon as Han Zhou got off the plane and dragged his suitcase to the exit, someone waved.

Han Zhou saw that this man seemed to be waving to him, but he couldn't tell who he was, so he ignored him and ignored him.

This man grabbed Han Zhou at the exit and said, "Brother Han!"

Han Zhou thought the young man in front of him was a fan and was stunned for a moment.

Young man: "My sister asked me to pick you up, but the plan has changed and our flight has been moved up one day!"

Han Zhou: "?"

Young man: "Oh, by the way, my sister Wang Xiya, my name is Wang Chuyang."

"My sister is handling things over there, let's go to the terminal."

Only then did Han Zhou react: "Huh? Why is it so early?"

Wang Chuyang: "Because the film festival heard that you are a singer, Brother Han, and wanted to invite you to sing a song. My sister felt that you couldn't miss this opportunity, so she made arrangements in advance and went there to prepare."

"You were still on the plane at that time and I couldn't contact you."

Han Zhou saw that everything on the young man in front of him was quite valuable, and he didn't look like a professional liar.

But not being a professional liar does not mean that you cannot be a liar.

Haven't there been news reports before about a rich second generation who specializes in defrauding people of money and even goes to rented houses in dilapidated old communities to steal things?

After being caught, the police were confused and asked him what he was doing.

He said he just couldn't control his hands and feet, and later the doctor said it was a mental illness.

Han Zhou took out his phone and dialed Wang Xiya's number.

The other end of the phone answered instantly: "Han Zhou, have you seen Chu Yang?"

Han Zhou: "There is someone who claims to be your brother."

Wang Xiya: "That's my brother, you go with him."

Han Zhou: "Oh, I think he looks different from you. I thought he was fake."

Wang Chuyang covered his chest and suffered a heavy blow.

"You actually think I'm a liar!!!"

Han Zhou patted Wang Chuyang on the shoulder: "Let me ask you a question, is it your gene mutation or your sister's gene mutation?"

Wang Chuyang was even more heartbroken: "I look a lot like my parents, okay, and my sister looks a lot like them too!"

Han Zhou's face showed disbelief.

Wang Chuyang took out his mobile phone and pulled out a photo: "Look!"

Han Zhou took a careful look at the photo and suddenly understood.

"I see."

"Your parents are like Guangdong Province, your sister is like Shencheng, and you are like Heyuan City."

Wang Chuyang: "Where is Heyuan City?"

Han Zhou: "Your parents are from Beihe Province, your sister is from Yanjing, and you are from Chenjiagou outside the Summer Resort."

Wang Chuyang: "..."

Han Zhou patted Wang Chuyang on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged. I remember that in genetics, there is a theory of intergenerational inheritance."

Wang Chuyang: "Haha, I don't like talking to adults like you."

Han Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Are you still young? You are already past the age of legal protection!"

Wang Chuyang was sad and angry: "I'm only sixteen!"

Han Zhou was surprised: "Oh, if you hadn't told me, I would have almost called you brother."

The two of them talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the departure hall.

Wang Chuyang hummed and sang.

Han Zhou felt good while drinking hot tea, and the sound was good.

Then I saw Wang Xiya walking over with a group of people.

Among them, the main ones are bodyguards.

"Sister! Here!"

Wang Chuyang waved.

Many people around looked over and were stunned when they saw Wang Xiya's face.

There were also Jinlings who felt the urge to go up and introduce themselves after seeing Wang Xiya.

However, after taking a closer look, he lowered his head silently.

Where did this goddess come from?

Wang Xiya walked behind and rolled her eyes at Wang Chuyang: "Go to the VIP room."

"If Han Zhou is blocked by movie fans, it will be difficult to escape."

Wang Chuyang seized the opportunity to complain: "I don't think he has fans, he is not An Lan."

Then Wang Xiya suffered a brain breakdown.

…

On the plane, Han Zhou was writing something with a pen and paper.

Wang Xiya was filling out the entry application form with a pen and paper in hand.

After he decided to attend the film festival, Han Zhou mailed the information to Wang Xiya.

Because it was official business and he was invited by the Russian side, Han Zhou's passport was signed directly online, and the visa was easily obtained. Wang Xiya was responsible for handling it. Now the entry application form is also filled in by Wang Xiya.

Wang Xiya can sell Han Zhou at any stage.

But Wang Xiya was reluctant to give up.

After filling out the entry application form, Wang Xiya looked back at what Han Zhou had written and was confused.

Astonished.

"Tilixi (Deno) Fuji?"

Han Zhou raised his head and looked at Wang Xiya with confusion: "What the hell?"

Wang Xiya repeated it again.

Han Zhou: "Straighten your tongue and speak."

Wang Xiya returned to Mandarin: "Can you speak Russian?"

Han Zhou: "No way."

Wang Xiya pointed at Han Zhou's pen and paper: "You said you didn't know how to write, but when I turned around I saw you writing in Russian."

Han Zhou nodded: "I can write Russian!"

Wang Xiya: "???"

Is the condition serious again?

Han Zhou: “I can write but not speak.”

Han Zhou's brain can be understood as a hard drive with a large storage capacity. Everything he has seen in his past life is stored in his mind. Although the things he is watching now in this life have not reached the level of photographic memory, as long as he looks carefully, he can

record.
To be continued...