seven years later.

It's still early autumn. On the French tung trees on both sides of the road, the edges of some leaves have been stained with gold. When the wind blows, several palm sized leaves spin and fall slowly.

A figure appeared downstairs in dormitory 7 of New York Architectural Design Institute. He listened attentively, and the soundtrack of the Hong Kong film "the true colors of heroes" came out of the building.

In the open door, several young people or pirates are getting together to watch videos.

"... I waited for three years, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that I must take back what I lost..." Zhou Runfa's voice was not high, but contained a fierce murderous spirit.

A burst of wild admiration broke out in the room, mixed with the sound of beer bottles banging and melon seeds.

The figure came to a shabby wooden door and took out a list of 745 points in the college entrance examination (the recent reform is that the full score of the college entrance examination is 750, and 745 can already go to graduate school). His fingers are thin and his skin is wheat yellow. He is a pair of hands that have written many words, been dried for a long time and beaten many times, but they are very flexible and powerful. The two hands quickly tore up the report card, fumbled for a rusty key and tried to open the lock on the door, but they tried several times and couldn't plug in the key chain eye.

The empty door next door opened, and the video and the noise of the crowd suddenly rose. A familiar face pulled out a big schoolbag and hurried to school.

"Cutler Beckett, how did the house change its lock?"

"That house has been changed to a utility room, James," Beckett replied subconsciously and hurriedly. He went out for two steps and realized that it was wrong. He turned back in surprise and shouted: "... James?"

The schoolbag fell to the ground.

The doors on both sides of the corridor opened one after another, and a light came into the dark narrow road, which was soon obscured by the shadow of the human figure. All the residents stood in the aisle and looked. The video was faint, and the whole building suddenly fell into a brief silence.

"Hum, what James? Black sheep." a pirate sneered. His comments were immediately echoed by the public.

"It's nice to come back."

"The whole institute stopped paying bonuses because of him."

"I don't know how many broken points I got in the exam. It's shameless."

Norrington did not expect that in order to protect the interests of the whole hospital, he resolutely shouldered all the responsibility of being late. As a result, no one thanked him. Instead, he became the biggest Street mouse in the building

Norrington's eyes swept familiar faces, trying to find a trace of the original warmth and respect, but only saw contempt and hostility. He forced out a smile: "sorry, I just want to find my sister... Who has seen my sister?"

There was silence.

Cutler Beckett often laments his life.

The collapse of the bridge was the darkest moment of his life. Bounded by that moment, his life was divided into two distinct parts. The first half is romantic and enthusiastic, and the second half is pragmatic and wild. If the bridge had not collapsed, he might still be a social person and still believe in many things.

However, if the bridge does not collapse, can he mix with the current water toilet to household, electric light and telephone unit room? Two bedrooms, two living rooms and one bathroom, covered with floor glue, hung with glass crystal lamps, and two large balconies! Even if the bridge is intact, with James's learning speed, I'm afraid James won't get out of the school dormitory for many years. I can never get away from learning this villain

He hated the dormitory building of the school. There is always a smell of boys. One dormitory speaks loudly in the whole building, and one dormitory is scolded and watched by the whole building. He was glad to leave there and school. He knows he's not from that dorm.

But he was surprised by the situation just now. Beckett put down his schoolbag and looked at his past. James is looking at him and smiling.

"You? Are you back on vacation or not?" Beckett stammered a little in surprise.

Norrington's smile stiffened on his face: "I ran out last night. Now I probably know the Chinese student area."

Beckett took a breath and quickly stretched out his head and looked around. The corridor was silent. When he reacts, Norrington has entered the door

"Where's my brother? Sparrow? Elizabeth? Sister?"

The door of the inner room creaked open. Sparrow dangled out slowly, holding his slippers and a cigarette in his mouth. "Swan is at school. He's a provincial priority. He comes back once a month." sparrow takes off his cigarette and smiles at Norrington. "Is it James? He's thinner than before. Can his eyes adapt to the strong light now? Won't he cry in the wind?"

Norrington had some conversation, and he retreated awkwardly.

Instead, sparrow looked very enthusiastic. He went to the cabinet and opened the glass door: "you're welcome. Look, coffee, Nestle, coke and Pepsi are all Chinese. What do you like to drink at school?"

Norrington bowed his head in embarrassment: "where can I drink these at school? For good performance, the teacher rewarded me with a bottle of Wang Laoji (a Chinese beverage, which tastes of traditional Chinese medicine and is not good to drink)."

Sparrow was stunned and immediately burst into laughter. He picked up his cigarette again, patted Norrington on the shoulder like an old friend he had known for many years, pulled him in and waved"Come on, come on! Sit down!"

Norrington rubbed his shoulders and looked around the room. Compared with the dim and narrow dormitory, it can be called luxury here.

Beige leather sofa is placed against the wall, behind which is a wall of European style posters; Opposite the sofa is a 29 inch TV; All kinds of dark wood furniture - tea table, desk, large cabinet and chest of drawers are available. There is a large screen mobile phone on the desk, flashing, as if playing some video; Next to it was a small gray box with a silver bar screen.

Norrington has heard that it is a new variety of apple. It seems to be called Apple... What's it like?

Sparrow picked up his cell phone, motioned Norrington with his eyes to sit down, went into the inner room and made a phone call.

A heroic voice came from the room immediately: "director SA, I, pirate ship captain Jack Sparrow... Hahaha, how are we doing? What, you're looking for me? What a coincidence, hahaha..."

Norrington said bitterly, "your little brother has learned vocal music?"

Beckett gave him a blank look. The laughter of cracking rocks and piercing clouds came from the room again.

"It's agreed to take my children to see me every three months. Why not? I don't reply to many letters..." Norrington murmured, and his voice became a little sad.

"Why are you so selfish?" Beckett was eager to defend himself and stammered. "Don't you know what Jack is doing now!? but I insist on running on both sides. Who am I for? Do you know how much children study now? I can't see them for weeks when the whole Chinese Chemistry school is busy. I'd like him to get along with you day and night. Can you agree?"

"A first-class school in China is not a broken place! Don't use this uncivilized title." Norrington was robbed and some chatted up. He paused and said calmly, "so you certainly didn't read my letter carefully. Why do you want to be all Chinese when you are only in your teens? Studies are important, but it's more important to be with your family. It's not that if you send a good school, parents will be all right and don't need family education. That's called shirking responsibility..."

Just as Beckett was about to answer, Xiao Meng poked his head out of the inner room: "there is good news and bad news about swan. Which one to listen to first?"

"Fart!" Beckett said angrily.

Sparrow pondered: "HMM... bad news, isn't it? Elizabeth is in big trouble. Director SA said he had officially decided to expel him from school and suggested that he transfer immediately."

"What's the good news?"

Sparrow couldn't hide his smile. He took a step closer, shook his mobile phone and said, "director SA said that the tuition can be refunded."

As soon as Beckett's face changed, he stood up and slammed out of the door.