During the day, Wang Ping rarely sleeps.
After all, a badger's life is short. If he doesn't seize the time to go out and have fun, he may get old.
But there was no way to do that on a plane. Even if he wanted to hang out, there was no space for him to hang out in the cabin. So out of boredom, a badger sat cross-legged in the airline box to meditate.
The long journey passed in a flash, and he had a dream during it. He dreamed that he was back at the Asakusa Hotel, taking a bath in the bathroom, and there was someone sitting in the bathtub. At first he thought it was a little fox, but when he looked closely, it was Anna.
Just as the badger dived into the bath water, he woke up from his dream.
"Hiss~"
Wang Ping opened his sleepy eyes and sucked the saliva from his mouth. Feeling the turbulence beneath him, he estimated that the plane was preparing to land.
"It's pretty fast..."
The badger moved his legs, which had been pressed to the point of losing feeling by his belly, and stretched himself in the shape of a Chinese character "土". Then his body shook, and he was pushed forward by inertia to the front of the air box, forming a Chinese character "工".
The plane landed and began to slow down.
Ten minutes later, the door of the cargo hold opened, and a fresh air rushed in. Wang Ping looked out through the vent and found that it was still daytime outside, with a faint glow of the setting sun.
"So, we flew for less than 5 hours and we really returned to China?"
Wang Ping turned around and sat back down, wondering whether to ask his grandmother to stew pork ribs or fry pork jerky when he got home in a few days. Then footsteps were heard outside the airline box, accompanied by conversations in English.
A certain badger felt something was wrong. Even if the airport in China spoke English, it shouldn't sound like this. How should I put it... It's too smooth!
It was not until I arrived at the quarantine area and saw the red maple leaf on the sign at the entrance in the distance through the iron cage that I understood.
No wonder I felt like I had slept for a long time. There was a stupid sunset outside; it was clearly sunrise!
There is a 14-hour time difference between Japan and Canada, so flying this way is like chasing time. Minus the time difference, the 9-hour journey is compressed into one night.
"What do you want to do, little fox?"
At this time, in the customs office not far away, the little fox was filling out forms while trying to get close to the staff.
"Uncle, you are so handsome. Are all the guys in Canada handsome?"
"Please be flexible. A week is too long. I'm traveling on a budget!"
"At worst... you can just give him another injection~"
"Oh, yes, my Huanhuan is a working badger, and he has ID... Uh, I didn't bring it..."
Opposite the little fox, a middle-aged man in a customs uniform was made to laugh and cry by her mumbling. He was about to put on a stern face to scare her, but was stunned when he heard the last sentence.
"Working badger? That's a rare term. Where does it work?"
Hearing the question, the little fox's eyes lit up. He thought there was a way and hurriedly described the "work experience" of a badger.
Perhaps it was Wang Ping's destiny to suffer this disaster. Compared with other countries, Canada's animal policy is very relaxed, even a little humorous.
Here, as long as there is a suitable reason, such as guide, hearing aid, or even "emotional support", you can bring all kinds of animals on the plane. In addition to cats and dogs, it also includes but is not limited to ducks, turkeys, guinea pigs, eagles and even penguins.
With these cases in mind, the badger's identity seems much more official.
After all, "working badger" sounds more serious than those so-called "human comforters".
So after the staff found the badger's certification information on the Tianshui Reserve's official website, someone went to the quarantine area and took him to scan the chip for verification. Then there was a series of pleasant... cough, badger-like cleaning and disinfection.
When the sun became warm and the streets started to get busy, the little fox had already picked up Wang Ping and walked out of the terminal.
At this time, the badger's hair was fluffy and he looked much more energetic than before he boarded the plane. But his face looked a little bad. Even through the layer of black hair, you could tell that he was very... angry and embarrassed.
The little fox pouted, pulled the suitcase with one hand, and occasionally rubbed his butt with the other hand.
This was caused by a badger who couldn't hold back and hit me when we met just now.
"Okay, don't be angry, I just wanted to pick you up early~ Who knew there was such a procedure..."
Following the principle of "a good woman doesn't fight a badger", the little fox tried not to reason with him, but used her usual method, suddenly pointing at the restaurant across the street and said with a smile: "Look what that is? Let's go eat... Huh?"
After seeing the English letters on the restaurant sign, the little fox's mouth twitched and he was speechless for a while.
In fact, she misunderstood Wang Ping.
Before he came out of the customs, he was indeed very angry. But the two slaps he gave her when they met just now had calmed him down. The reason he had a droopy face was because he felt embarrassed for taking advantage of the girl.
Hearing what the little fox said, the badger took the stairs and looked up. Then, like the little fox, he felt speechless.
The restaurant's sign is quite nice, but the words "Authentic Japanese Hot Dog" feel a bit like an IQ tax.
"It's so strange..."
A badger scratched his butt and asked, "Why didn't I see them for sale when I was in Japan?"
"How about we go and try it?"
The little fox looked hesitant, as if he really wanted to go over. The badger on his shoulder hurriedly shook his head.
"What the hell are you doing? Let's go eat... uh..."
The little black paw was raised, and it wandered for a long time between the "Elephant Burger", "Airport Fast Food" and "Golden Arches" across the street, and found that only this "Japanese Hot Dog" looked the most reliable.
A badger's face turned black and he put down his claws angrily.
"I don't want to eat anymore!"
At this time, a ringtone sounded and the cell phone in the little fox's pocket rang.
"Hey, it's Brother Gu...!"
Showing his cell phone to a badger like he was presenting a treasure, Wang Ping pretended not to recognize the three words "Gu Crow" on the screen and turned away with a sullen face.
This bastard left him with Little Fox for such a long time, and now it's too late to call him! Let him take a plane back to his country for quarantine? No way!
Of course, Gu Laosan was not wronged this time.
In Wang Ping's mind, the vow to beat him up had long since been quietly changed to beating him up every day.
If he didn't dare to show up to look for the little fox in the beginning because he was being hunted, then when the matter was settled and he was preparing to return home, he really forgot about the badger.
When he returned to Shanghai, his grandmother asked him when Huanhuan would be back from visiting friends. He realized it later and called the little fox in a cold sweat. The call lasted from the afternoon to the evening.
"I just got off the plane. My phone was turned off."
Hearing Hu Li's answer, Wang Ping's ears moved slightly, as if he heard someone on the phone let out a long sigh, and then he heard this guy shouting impatiently: "So you've already arrived in China? Is it Shanghai? I'll go to the airport to find you!"
"Emm... It's not the Magic City. It's a little, a little further away..."
The little fox puffed up his cheeks, turned his head and looked at the badger on his shoulder, his curved eyes revealing innocence and guilt.
Wang Ping clenched his little black paw and made a cheering gesture.
"What are you afraid of? Just tell him I'm in Vancouver and come over if you have the guts!"