When I woke up, our plane was flying over the Pacific Ocean, and when I looked out the window, I saw a blue sea, and our plane occasionally passed through the clouds. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info the sun is a little dazzling.

The pulsatilla next to him fell asleep, he slept very deeply, and he snored very badly, which was really unbearable. But he was still holding his manuscript paper tightly in his hand, and two lines of words were neatly written on it.

"Though I can walk through the clouds,

But I'm not a dragon

Although I don't throw my head and spill blood

Whoever says it's not patriotic"

"What the hell logic," I said to myself, and I didn't notice that he was awake.

When I looked into his eyes, I saw that he was looking at me. He shrunk his thin body.

"Why are you staring at me," he said in surprise.

"Who's staring at you," I said disdainfully, looking back at the newspaper on my lap.

"Hey, hero, we're there, is this the Yangtze River so big?"

He sat up and leaned his face to the window and said, curious like a child

"You didn't study the Yangtze River when you were in school, is it there?" I said.

"Oh yes, I forgot, I thought it was in our China." He slapped his hand on his forehead to show that he had misremembered.

"This must be the Pacific Ocean," he said, turning his face to me, which had been facing the window.

"Hmm"

"You still know more," I could tell he wasn't complimenting me when he said this.

"Thank you for the compliment," I said.

Suddenly, as if something had happened, the plane trembled. The black Filipino in the back casually said "what's the situation", and he spoke very fluent Filipino.

The driver yelled something in the cab in front of him.

"What's going on?" asked Shiratori next to me.

He couldn't understand Filipino and I could, so he asked me.

"In the event of a strong current," I said very clearly, and perhaps he didn't even know what the currents were.

"What, isn't there an accident with the plane?" The black man in the back could no longer listen to what Shiratori said.

Knocked him on the head in a surprise way from behind.

And say "How many times have I told you, close your crow's mouth" The Filipino black is always so free, no matter whether he recognizes you or not, as long as you say something in front of him that sounds unpleasant, he will always stand up and say a word or two about you, or treat you like a white bird, knock on the back of your head, for Filipinos, knock on the back of your head, it means that you will become smarter, and never say such stupid things again.

"What are you doing knocking me on the head with a dead" From this time on, Shiratori gave the black man behind him a name called a, and we have always called him a since then.

"" is what he calls him when he gets angry, and most of the time we call him Black. In order to avoid unnecessary arguments, I tricked Shiratori and said "don't be angry, Filipinos knock you on the head to show that you are cute and you should thank people"

Shiratori understood the meaning of knocking his head, so he was no longer angry, but instead of being angry, he smiled and said "thank you" to Lao Hei.

Lao Hei also felt inexplicable, because of the lie I said, so that the white bird became a good friend to the, the white bird felt that the good praised him for his cuteness, and the felt that the white bird was generous, so the two became very good friends.

After the two of them chatted, I learned that is a professional athlete, don't envy the original athlete, it is a very inconspicuous profession, and it can even be said that it is not a profession.

This strong current did not bring me any disaster, but only uneasiness to some cowards, and the confusion and horror of the people were already written on their faces.

The German serviceman next to "Hell" suddenly burst into words.

He was afraid of a Japanese battle outside, and his fear had been expressed on his rugged face, and only those who had been soldiers knew what he was afraid of.

The big German guys knew very well what this Japanese fighter was going to do, and I understood it, and the pilots understood it.

"Japanese" Shiratori spells out the words on the fuselage one by one.

"I've learned a little bit of Japanese, and I know what kind of plane is behind it, a Japanese fighter." He said excitedly.

"Will he attack us?" he could say before a struck him on the head again.

"Shut up," he used Filipino this time.

I didn't speak because I knew what was going to happen.

"Fouk" said the flyer.

The Japanese fighters launched our attack, and the pilots, familiar with the manoeuvre, lowered the plane by one position. Bullets grazed the fuselage. All of them understood what was going on. We were attacked.

There was chaos in the cabin, and someone had already fallen out of their seats due to the plane suddenly rolling over. The plane picked up speed, leaving the Japanese fighter in the back ten positions.

The big machine monster behind chased after it, and because it had to dodge the attack from behind, the plane kept turning sideways, like a tumbling dragon.

The Japanese fighter fired several guns, but all of them missed. Due to the constant turning of the plane, the passengers in the cabin could no longer hold on, and some of the more fragile women were already crying, and there was one not far from my seat, who not only shed tears, but also snot. A certain superstitious person is already praying. Even some timid cowards have been crying and screaming.

The co-pilot stood at the front and told us to believe that they could fly us out of this predicament, which was no longer enough to comfort the fears. Although he said it with certainty and confidence. Before he could stop talking, the plane slammed him into the iron plate of the plane, and he was knocked unconscious and fell heavily to the ground. Seeing this, people's hopes have run out.

"Looks like I've been right this time," Shiratori gripped the armrest of his seat tightly.

The Japanese fighters still kept chasing, and the planes were still shaking, and after the impact, many people's heads were hit and bleeding.

Some people are complaining, some people are shouting, and in the face of death, fear has eaten away at people's reason.

The big German guy, stood up, only he was calm, the Germans have always been calm.

He leaned on the fuselage and walked towards the cab.

No one knew what he was going to do. All I knew was that the plane I was on was going down, and then it seemed that the Japanese fighters were no longer attacking us, because we had destroyed ourselves, and for this Japanese plane, we were just toys that he used to pass the boredom.

During the crash of the plane, Shiratori cried that he didn't want to die yet, and everyone should be the same as I thought, and this must be a life of death.

The fall of the plane did not stop because I didn't want to die.

It kept falling.

I could even hear the fuselage rubbing against the air. I thought I was gone.