"I'm sorry to ask you about your sadness," Masaki said apologetically.

"It's okay, in fact, it's good that this way, I drive to earn money, and I can also "watch the Spring Festival Gala", "The driver turned on the radio with a smile, but it was the radio version of the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast.

"There was a song just now that was very good, it seems to be called "Loyal to the Country", I don't know who sang it, I was enthusiastic about singing", the driver smiled, while driving the car, while humming slightly along with the song on the radio, the lonely taxi on the lonely street, leaving two shallow car marks on the snowflake road.

"When the airport arrived, it was 24 yuan in total," the car stopped steadily at the airport for about 20 minutes, and the driver said to Masaki with a smile.

Zhengji nodded, took out the wallet from the bag, and roughly looked at the cash in the wallet, about four or five thousand, he took it all out, handed it to the driver's hand and said with a smile: "The New Year, hard work for you, meeting is fate, you also helped me a lot today, this money, even if it is my insignificant help, I wish your wife a speedy recovery, and I wish your family a happy Spring Festival."

After Masaki finished speaking, he didn't wait for the driver to speak, opened the car door and walked into the airport hall without looking back, leaving the driver in the car, looking at the thick stack of banknotes in his hand with tears in his eyes, he didn't refuse, because he really needed this money very much, his wife had not been on dialysis for almost three days, and his whole body was swollen, but even if he worked hard for a sports car, it was beyond his means, and Masaki's money today was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow, bringing a glimmer of light to his gloomy future.

"Thank you," the driver muttered to the back of Masaki, deeply imprinted the appearance of Masaki into his mind, the cold wind outside the window is no longer cold, in order to save fuel after Masaki got off the car and turned off the air conditioner, he no longer feels cold, watching Masaki's back disappear at the end of sight, he wiped his face, turned around and drove back into the night.

And the airport has boarded the plane of the political discipline but encountered a little trouble, his identity was recognized, because of today's special day, the whole plane is only one passenger, he inadvertently, actually completed the feat of charter flight, and there is only one passenger of the plane, he naturally became the object of curiosity and attention of the flight attendants, naturally, his identity was exposed, and this special flight, more than ten flight attendants naturally revolved around him.

In the first class, Masaki was lying comfortably in the chair, because he was the only one on the whole plane, so in the first class cabin, around him, there were seven or eight flight attendants, staring at him with curiosity and adoration, which made him a little restless.

"Mr. Maki, do you remember me?" At this time, a baby-faced delicate stewardess looked at Masaki and asked expectantly.

Masaki was slightly stunned, looked at her carefully, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, when I went to Shencheng a few months ago, weren't you on that flight?

When the baby-faced stewardess heard that Zhengji actually had an impression of herself, her face was happy, and she nodded quickly and said: "It's me, it's me, because of work needs, so I changed to this route, but I didn't expect to meet you again today, do you say this is fate?"

"Of course, you guys are also very hard, because I have to work alone on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve," Masaji said apologetically.

"Even if it's empty, the plane has to set sail, and besides, we're all very happy to meet you on the plane," said another flight attendant sweetly.

"I heard that you are participating in the Spring Festival Gala this year, are you going home overnight after the performance?" another slightly chubby flight attendant asked curiously.

"Well, the show is over, and I'm ready to go home with my loved ones," Masaki said with a smile.

"I don't know what show you performed, but unfortunately we can't see the live broadcast, so we can only watch the replay during tomorrow's shift," said a flight attendant with some disappointment.

Masaki suddenly changed his mind and said, "If you don't mind, I'll sing here for everyone, which can be regarded as my compensation for everyone."

Several flight attendants' eyes lit up when they heard this, and a trace of blush appeared on their faces, they didn't expect that Masaki would make such a suggestion, and they could listen to Masaki singing at close range, which is what many girls dream of, and several people nodded again and again, looking at Masaki expectantly.

Masaki thought for a while and said, "Then I'll sing a song "Love Has to Be Necessary" for everyone first. If the situation does not allow it, I will sing a cappella".

"The first time I saw you, I can't forget, a pair of beautiful eyes,

You linger in my mind

Hold your hands and feel your tenderness,

It's really a bit breathless."

A flight, more than an hour, spent unconsciously in the magnetic and beautiful singing of Zhengji, every time a song is sung, there will be a stewardess who pours tea and water for Zhengji to moisten his throat, such treatment is just like the emperor, and Zhengji's vanity has been fully satisfied.

Happy times are always short-lived, sometimes, the more you want to slow down time, then the faster time passes, with the slow landing of the plane, in the reluctant eyes of many flight attendants, Masaki picked up the luggage and waved goodbye, some flight attendants even shed tears, I believe that these flight attendants present will never forget this special night for the rest of their lives, Zhengji spent a special one's Spring Festival Gala for them,

It's nearly eleven o'clock, Masaki drove the Hummer on the highway, the accelerator stepped on the bottom, the speed slowly increased, today's highway vehicles are very rare, only occasionally one or two vehicles transporting coal appear, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road under the light of the headlights like a demon with teeth and claws on both sides of the terrorizing pedestrians.

Zhengji didn't care at all, he only had one thought in his heart now, that is, to rush back to Yuanping's hometown as soon as possible, to see his parents and the old man he had missed for a long time, whether his cousin and cousin were still the same as in his previous life, and whether his uncle and aunt were still okay, these were all thoughts that lingered in his heart.

While Zhengji misses his hometown, the relatives in his hometown are also looking forward to his return at the moment, Li Xuemei's ears are on the edges, listening to the movement on the street, and her eyes are also glancing at the courtyard from time to time, although the TV is a wonderful Spring Festival Gala, but at this moment she can't see it at all, she is now full of her son's figure.

"Do you think I'm going to call him and ask where he's gone?" Li Xuemei couldn't help but ask her husband, who was also a little restless.

"What kind of phone call, my son is driving back, the road is still so dark, don't let him be distracted, he will come back naturally when he should come back", Zheng Xueping said calmly, and he was also a little anxious.

"Yes, brother and sister, don't worry, Zhengji, this child is stable, and he will definitely return safely", Zheng Xueyi comforted.

Time passed minute by minute, the time was close to twelve o'clock, but she still couldn't wait for the figure of Zhengji, Li Xuemei couldn't help but go out of the gate to look, but she could only see that the entrance of the village was pitch black, without a trace of light, and she returned to the house with a heavy heart.

But said that Masaki did encounter some trouble, on the national highway on the way back to the village, Masaki was stopped, and the people who stopped him were some gangsters, standing in the middle of the road with steel sticks, and there were several stones on the road in front of him, and if you looked carefully next to the stones, there was a row of vertical blades and nails, which sealed the intersection to death.

These days, every night, they will appear at the intersection of the national road, set up obstacles, intercept the vehicles on the road, take money, there are few people at night, and there are few cars, not to mention that most of the vehicles that are still rushing home at this point these days are foreign cars rushing home, so they have nothing to fear, and it turns out that their arrogance is not unreasonable, almost every car that is stopped, will be deceived by several people, the owner of the car is weak, in order to calm the people will often admit it, not every car owner is so eye-catching, but they also have a way to deal with it, do not give money, just puncture the tire and beat people, and then disappear, the owner can only guard the four deflated tires to cry without tearsThese days, they have made no less than tens of thousands of dollars of ill-gotten gains for profit.

"Second child, don't sleep, there's another car, cheer up!" A man sitting in the grass on the side of the road with a meaty face saw the light in the distance of the road, slapped his companion and shouted in a low voice.

A few people looked at the time in a daze, and the cat hid its figure behind the tree on the side of the road, carefully observing the incoming car.

"Good fellow, this time there is a rich man, how can this car look like a tank!" the man with a meaty face clutched his shovel tightly, his eyes greedily looking at the car that gradually appeared in his sight, and sighed in a low voice.

"Damn, this must be worth a lot of money, I must slaughter him properly!" said another man with a sinister eyebrow in a low voice.

"Don't speak!It's coming!Ma San, you're ready!" The leading man said in a low voice.

Ma San nodded, and as soon as he pulled and pushed his hand, his left arm hung down strangely, as if there was no connection.

"Brother Ma, you've really perfected your dislocation technique!" a man exclaimed with a thumbs up.

With a brake sound, the Hummer stopped a few meters in front of the obstacle, and the man called Ma San in the grass rolled sideways in this flash of lightning, got under the wheels, howled like a pig, and seeped into the dark night sky.

There was no movement in the car, which made a few people waiting in the woods a little puzzled, just when they were strange, the car door slowly opened, and a pair of black military boots appeared, and then a man wearing a black coat with a cold expression, it was Masaji!

"Come out! Remove these things for me, I'm in a hurry!" Masaji's cold voice unexpectedly overshadowed Ma San's screams in the darkness, and clearly reached the ears of several people beside the woods, making them stunned.