Jiangjin International Airport.

A young man in a diagonal striped shirt and black trousers trotted all the way through the gap between the crowds, looking down at his watch from time to time, looking anxious.

This young man is Zhao Yuanxi, the flight he took from Jiangjin to Seoul, South Korea was about to take off, and he was anxious at this time, secretly praying that he could catch up, he had to catch up, otherwise he Zhao Yuanxi would be sad. It's all to blame on the damn traffic jam.

Zhao Yuanxi stepped on the flight five minutes after the last minute, and it was not until he sat on the soft seat of the Boeing 777 passenger plane that he was relieved.

The objects outside the porthole became smaller and smaller, and the plane climbed smoothly, Zhao Yuanxi breathed a sigh of relief, he finally escaped, he didn't have to be caught and went back on a blind date, so he went to South Korea to stay for a while to avoid the limelight, and he was a tourist.

Zhao Yuanxi, who was calm, was in the mood to look at the passengers in the same seat, it was a young girl, with small golden wavy curly hair, a pointed melon seed face, a straight nose, a pair of charming big eyes, and the lines of the side face were very beautiful, and the vitality of youth was coming. Zhao Yuanxi suddenly felt relaxed and happy, but he didn't expect to meet such a beautiful woman by escaping from a blind date, and maybe start a romantic love in the air. It seems that his decision was not wrong.

"Hello." Zhao Yuanxi accosted a young girl sitting in the same seat.

The girl spoke softly in Korean, and Zhao Yuanxi roughly guessed that it was a greeting after listening to the pronunciation.

Korean girl, Zhao Yuanxi was happy, and asked with great interest: "I'm sorry, I don't know Korean, can I speak English?" ”

The girl nodded slightly, and when she opened her mouth, she spoke authentic American English, which was much more pleasant to the ear than his Chinese English, and Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, at least the communication was barrier-free. The flight is a long distance, just enough to communicate with Korean beauties.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Yuanxi." Zhao Yuanxi stretched out his hand with a gentlemanly demeanor to shake hands.

The girl hesitated slightly, did not shake hands with Zhao Yuanxi, and said reservedly: "Jessica." ”

Zhao Yuanxi withdrew his palm in a daze, trying his best to find a topic to chat with the Korean girl, Jessica didn't speak much, and even if she spoke, it was a very short sentence, like perfunctory or absent-minded, or she didn't want to talk deeply about the tone and expression of rejecting people thousands of miles away. Cho Won-hee persevered, and found out from Jessica's limited words that they were a Korean girl group Girls' Generation, and this time they came to participate in the family concert held by the company. Zhao Yuanxi watched for a while, and sure enough, she found several young and beautiful girls in the front and back rows, and from time to time there was a Korean conversation, thinking that she was a member of the girl's generation.

"The concert was a success." Zhao Yuanxi retracted his gaze and smiled.

Hearing this, Jessica faintly showed a faint melancholy between her eyebrows, turned her head to look out the window, and did not answer Zhao Yuanxi's question.

At this time, it was pitch black outside the porthole, and the clouds were thick, and it seemed that thunder and lightning could strike at any moment. Asiana Airlines flight attendants alerted passengers that their flight was about to climb the severe troposphere. Fortunately, the worst did not happen, except for a slight feeling of jolting and there was no discomfort, and the plane gradually entered the stratosphere.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the plane, and the plane began to shake violently, and then lost control and fell instantly. Jessica, a Korean girl next to Zhao Yuanxi, screamed loudly in fright, her hands tightly grasping the handrail, panicking.

As the most advanced model of Boeing, the Boeing 777 naturally has quite comprehensive lightning and discharge protection, and the lightning did not cause substantial damage to the body, and it resumed stable flight after a short fall.

Zhao Yuanxi didn't expect that the small size and voice of the Korean girl named Jessica next to him was so amazing, she was really unseemly, and she deserved to be a professional singer.

Jessica became more and more silent, putting on her headphones and immersing herself in the world of music. Zhao Yuanxi was bored, and also closed his eyes and listened to the song. It wasn't until the flight attendant announced that the flight was about to land that Zhao Yuanxi woke up and adjusted his posture to stretch his body.

The scenery outside the window gradually became clear, showing that the plane was slowing down, taxiing for about seventy or eighty meters, and the plane suddenly began to accelerate again, and the sudden acceleration pushed Zhao Yuanxi to the back of the seat. Zhao Yuanxi was shocked, this is not a standard procedure, it is obvious that he planned to land and failed to land and tried to pull up and fly, there must be something wrong.

Jessica was equally dazed.

Suddenly, everyone's heads hit the ceiling, and then Zhao Yuanxi felt as if he was drifting, and his body was completely involuntary. It was not until about 300 meters of taxiing that the plane stopped, and then a fire in the tail of the fuselage began to burn. There was chaos in the cabin, screaming, crying, and people running around in a panic, like the end of the world.

Zhao Yuanxi quickly unbuckled his seat belt, got up and saw that the entire body was broken into two sections, and the tail of the plane was completely broken, as if the plane had fallen to the ground. Jessica was busy unbuckling her seat belt, panicking and not undoing it for a long time.

Zhao Yuanxi helped Jessica unbuckle her seat belt and said, "Get out of here immediately." ”

Jessica's face turned pale, and she grabbed Zhao Yuanxi's hand tightly and followed his footsteps. The two of them held hands and rushed to the emergency exit along the flow of people, and the tail of the plane was filled with thick smoke and a faint explosion sound. The flight attendants, who were also in a state of panic, tried their best to maintain order and arranged for passengers to leave through the safety exits one by one.

"Boom." A loud explosion came from the tail of the plane, and the air generated by the explosion rolled up the debris of the air.

"Get down." Zhao Yuanxi yelled, rolled over and pressed Jessica's body.

A palm-sized fragment of an aircraft covered with circuit chips was rolled up by the airflow, and the high-speed flight moved forward like a bullet, hitting Zhao Yuanxi, who couldn't dodge, and the circuit chip was inserted into Zhao Yuanxi's temple, and the indicator light flashed wildly, turning from demonic red to emerald green in an instant, and then turning into a dull smoky gray in less than two seconds.

Zhao Yuanxi felt a heavy blow to his right temple, followed by a strong puncture sensation, a heart-wrenching pain, and his whole body convulsed involuntarily, as if there were several strong currents swimming in his brain, and his mind seemed to have thousands of ants crawling around. Zhao Yuanxi was in pain, shouted, and then lost consciousness.

I don't know how long Lu Dao slept, Zhao Yuanxi woke up leisurely, opened his eyes with great effort, his eyes were full of white, and he could tell at a glance that he was in a ward, and he was lying on the hospital bed, hanging a hanging bottle, and his body was wrapped with bandages in many places. The nurse on patrol saw that Zhao Yuanxi was awake and called the doctor.

A middle-aged doctor in a white coat with a handsome appearance pushed the door in, checked the monitoring equipment, and then examined Zhao Yuanxi's body in detail, and said: "The vital signs are stable, and the dangerous period is temporarily passed." ”

The doctor spoke Korean, and Cho Won-hee actually understood, as if he was familiar with his native language, and he glanced at the nameplate on the doctor's chest again-Park Chang-hyuk, apparently the name of the middle-aged doctor, written in Korean, he could even understand it, but he had never learned Korean.

Zhao Yuanxi struggled to support his body, and the beautiful nurse in the pink uniform thoughtfully helped him shake the backrest. Zhao Yuanxi opened his mouth to speak, but found that his mouth was open and closed and he couldn't say anything at all, and his mind was in a mess at this moment, as if the mouse pointer was jumping wildly, and he didn't listen to the call at all, Zhao Yuanxi hated and vigorously beat the hospital bed.

It was a long time before the jumping hands were still before he could speak, "Where am I?" How long was he in a coma? ”

The middle-aged doctor and nurse looked at each other, they couldn't understand Zhao Yuanxi's words, he spoke difficult French. As soon as Zhao Yuanxi spoke, he also realized that he had never learned French at all, how could he speak French fluently. Zhao Yuanxi slammed the hospital bed again, and his mind seemed to be jumping with a pointer, which was obviously much faster than last time.

"Where am I and how long have I been unconscious?" This time, the language given in my mind is Korean.

"This is Seoul General Hospital," the middle-aged doctor glanced at his watch, "and it's been about an hour and a half since I was admitted." You suffered a slight concussion from a hard blow to your right temple, and scattered metal fragments on your left shoulder blade and right arm have been removed and are generally recovering well. Take care to avoid wound infection. ”

The middle-aged doctor said to the nurse: "I will go to ward 603 to inspect and call me at any time if there is any abnormality." "There were so many people injured in this air crash that Seoul General Hospital alone accepted 85 injured people, and there was a serious shortage of medical staff, and each doctor had to take care of multiple wards at the same time.

The nurse bowed respectfully in response.

Zhao Yuanxi lay on his back on the hospital bed and was silent, he clearly remembered that he was hit by the debris of the plane, and then lost consciousness, and should have been taken to the hospital by rescuers. But what about Korean and French that pop up in your head?

Zhao Yuanxi turned his head and asked the guards in the ward: "Are there many people injured in this air crash?" ”

The nurse with a delicate face said: "The news broadcast said that about 180 people were injured and two died. ”

Compared to the dead passengers, he was undoubtedly lucky. Life and death are fateful, life is impermanent, Zhao Yuanxi never thought that he would just escape from his relatives and be involved in a thrilling air crash. If I knew this, I might as well not be able to catch this flight.

Just when Zhao Yuanxi was full of indignation, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a beautiful girl with golden curly hair who looked like a high school student walked in, and the nurse looked at the girl in surprise.

"May I ask if there is an injured person named Zhao Yuanxi in this ward?" The girl asked softly, with a hint of timid shyness.

The girl's body was blocked by the nurse, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't see anyone, he was surprised and delighted when he heard the girl's voice, this voice was so special, soft and soft, with a high degree of recognition, it was the Korean girl Jessica he met on the plane, and immediately said loudly: "Jessica, you're not injured, are you?" ”

The girl who pushed the door in was Jessica, she was thrown to the ground by Zhao Yuanxi, she was too frightened, and her body was only slightly bruised.

The beautiful nurse cutie finished her job, smiled back at the handsome and dashing exotic man, and left the ward.

"Xie Lu, thank you for saving me." Jessica walked over to the bed and whispered.

Zhao Yuanxi smiled and waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to worry about it.

Jessica looked at Zhao Yuanxi, whose head was wrapped in thick white gauze, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Are you seriously injured?" ”

Zhao Yuanxi smiled: "The doctor has to answer you, I'm just an injured person." ”

Jessica's eyes widened, a look of surprise.

PS: For the sake of the plot, the Black Sea of the second family concert needs to be mentioned before the first dream concert, and the officials don't need to care.

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