1454 This Thing Cant be Learned (1/2)
For those people whom people have met only once or twice in their lives, people often remember the other person by their profession, rather than remembering the person's face. However, it is better to remember the person's entirety- from the face to the figure, from his or her temperament to his or her clothing. This is especially important for clothing with distinctive professional characteristics, such as police uniforms, nurse uniforms, restraint uniforms...and of course, this is including nun uniforms.
The things in a dream are easy to forget after a person wakes up, and when Zhang Zian met the priest in his dream, his attention was paid more to his clothes and occupation. He paid little to no further attention to the priest's face, leaving only a vague impression in his mind.
No wonder, when he claimed to be working in Binhai City, his choice of words were ambiguous. This is because, to be precise, the priest could not be counted as a profession, let alone be a job. They were not serving a boss, but serving...their supreme God.
\”Are you...the priest of Nancheng District Church?\” Zhang Zian confirmed.
The middle-aged man was not deliberately concealing his identities, but most Chinese atheists do not necessarily believe in his god, so he always keeps a low profile as much as possible after leaving the church to avoid discomfort to others. This is to prevent disputes from arising.
Fortunately...it won't be long before the plane is about to leave China.
The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand to Zhang Zian. \”My name is Chris, Chris Young.\”
Zhang Zian politely shook hands with the other party, hesitating for a while on whether to call himself Zhang Zian or Jeff Zhang and finally chose the former.
\”Do you mind if I ask? Are you Chinese or...\” he asked curiously because even if the Chinese have an English name, they will say the Chinese name when introducing themselves to another Chinese person. After all, this is not the capital's central business district, where there are numerous Nicole Jude Zhao and Oliver Douglas Liu...
Coupled with the other's special identity, he has reason to suspect that the other party is not Chinese.
Sure enough, Father Yang admitted frankly: \”I was born in China, I went to Belgium with my parents when I was young, grew up there and became a citizen, then converted when I was studying at Ghent University in Belgium before returning to China a few years ago.\”
Father Yang Yang was very candid. He told his experiences in depth. For ordinary people, when they first meet with a stranger, they are afraid to talk in-depth, and often do not talk about their own past in such detail.
Zhang Zian moved his lips slightly, trying to respond, but Richard, who had been silent up till just now, suddenly imitated his voice and spoke.
\”In fact, I almost entered Ghent University,\” it said.
\”Oh?\” It was Father Yang's turn to be stunned this time, \”Really? However, later, you changed your mind?\”
Zhang Zian was also stunned. This was the first time he heard about Ghent University, what bad water does this little bird want to drink? He knew that no matter how much it begged, later on, it would have to be locked in the phone.
However, since the situation is as is right now, he can only smile and keep up the act.
Richard sighed and hurriedly said, \”Because I found out that things like 'generally big' cannot be learned.\”
Zhang Zian: \”...\”
He was obviously so angry that he was about the explode, now he can only awkwardly smile across his face.
Father Yang: \”... hehe.\”
Both of them are awkward because this kind of joke is not suitable for telling an orthodox clergy.
Fortunately, the plane began to taxi on the runway, reminding passengers not to leave the seat and turning off the wireless connection on their mobile phone. It helps to dissipate the awkwardness, and it did not last very long.
The airplane taxied faster and faster, and with a sharp pull, the heavy body left the ground and plunged into the arms of the blue sky.