Back in the dormitory, Bai Lotian lay on the bed, and he didn't take off his shoes until the next day's sunlight stinged his eyes through the window, and he rubbed his eyes and tried to open them.

He pulled on his slippers, walked into the bathroom, stripped naked, took a shower, looked in the mirror, grabbed a black electric razor, and shaved off his mustache like he had cut the grass that had grown wildly on the lawn.

He opened the closet, put on a cypress shirt, put on a pair of dark blue trousers, climbed into a pair of soft leather shoes, locked the security door, put the key in the briefcase, and drove to the office in the early spring sun.

Walking into the office building and coming to the third floor, Bai Lotian deliberately came to the door of Professor Wind's office, he looked and looked, how much he wished to hear, Professor Wind's voice came from inside, however, it was still silent, disappointingly silent, only the sound of his leather shoes hitting the floor.

He walks into the office, makes a cup of tea, sits at his desk, turns on his computer, and sees if there are any latest notifications.

For Bai Letian, Professor Fengzhiyu is like a famous meteorologist ----- enigma, proficient in Chinese, erudite, especially Chinese history, with a long foreign experience, extremely simple resume records, and even no information about his family.

What made him even more curious was the sound of the wind, which was simpler than Professor of the Word of the Wind, but he knew that a few years ago, he followed the Professor of the Whisper of the Wind to China, he spoke little, and his Chinese was very lame, according to his own introduction, he almost never went to school, but from his eyes, he could vaguely feel that he knew a lot about meteorological knowledge, but he never participated in the discussion, only occasionally listened to a few words intentionally or unintentionally, smiled and walked away.

The escape of the wind, is it just afraid of implicating himself, besides, if there is no ghost in his heart, why should he be afraid of the ghost knocking on the door, this run, even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he can't wash it away, perhaps, he doesn't pay attention to this problem anymore, as an experienced housekeeper, to survive in a different environment, it's just a change of master. Well, that makes sense.

Maybe if you think too much, things may be far less complicated, just like Captain Wang said.

But he always had the feeling of being in the eye of a typhoon and not knowing anything about the approaching storm.

Bai Lotian opened several high-altitude and ground data maps, activated the EC and T639 mode systems, and began his own research.

He saw the information on climate change, and the face of the wind whispered in front of him, remembering the latitude and longitude of the Himalayas and the snow-covered foothills.

The red telephone on the desk rang a few times, and he reached for the receiver. On the other side of the phone, there was the rapid voice of Director Liu in the office, like beans spilled on the concrete floor.

"Hello, Dr. Bai. Director Zhang asked me to give you the next notice. ”

"It's me, Director Liu. ”

"At three o'clock this afternoon, Professor Wind's daughter arrived on flight ZM2343, mainly to take care of Professor Wind's funeral, you are responsible for the reception, the vehicle has been arranged, stay in a boutique hotel, and send the message to your mobile phone later. ”

"Ahh

"Well, is there a problem, Dr. White?"

"No, no, no problem. ”

"Okay, Dr. Bai, call me if you have a problem. Goodbye!" The capable Director Liu, who spoke like a machine gun, hung up the phone after speaking.

Bai Lotian sat there dumbfounded, muttering to himself, "Professor Feng's daughter." "But I've never heard Professor Wang talk about it, maybe it's true, but Professor Feng doesn't want to mention it.

Bai Lotian picked up his mobile phone, dialed Liu Qing's phone, and told him the latest situation.

Liu Qing said that the reception was carried out in accordance with the normal procedures, and the abnormal situation was carefully observed, and the contact was kept in touch at any time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the spacious and bright B2 terminal of Jinfu Airport, people came and went, Bai Lotian stood at the exit, looking inside, holding a sign in his hand, which read: "Welcome Alisa".

After another ten minutes, the flight announcement sounded in the hall, "Ladies and gentlemen, the ZM2343 flight from Munich, Germany to Jinning has arrived locally. ”

The first to come out were a young couple and their daughter, the man pulling a large suitcase, and the little girl clinging to her mother's arm and looking around with curious eyes.

More and more people poured out, like a stream of water. A beautiful lady with a suitcase in her left hand stands out in the crowd, like a flower growing in the gray soil.

She walked slowly, hesitantly, and her cobalt blue eyes looked around, sadness and exhaustion in her eyes. She was slender and tall, and wore a light cyan dress. Beneath the pink hat was pale blonde hair, her lips were smeared with a hint of lipstick, and white teeth gleamed between her lips.

Bai Lotian held the sign high and looked at the beautiful lady, lest he miss the opportunity, and his heart was pounding.

Apparently seeing the sign held high, the lady's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on her face, but the smile was like a tarnished leaf, looking at Bai Lotian, she raised her hand and waved, and couldn't help but speed up her steps and walked towards the exit.

It should be her! a beautiful lady.