"Is it really that crying children have milk?"

Fei Yang sat on the large sofa in business class, and tuned the music on his mobile phone to "Goodbye Police" of "Infernal Affairs" again, and the sad and majestic atmosphere was immediately enveloped.

The song hadn't been ringing in her ears for two weeks, and she clicked on it as a thank you for it. In the last week of her sophomore year of high school, thanks to this song, a person like her who would not be sad for more than three minutes, blackened her face for a week. It was precisely because of this week's depression that her parents made up their minds not to let her participate in the summer make-up class of the third year of high school, but took her to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

It's really a crying child who has milk to eat! Even God was frightened by her black face, and even let them enjoy a free upgrade on the last leg of their trip due to the scheduled plane failure.

In business class, the beautiful flight attendant gently fastened her seat belt, and she sat reservedly and thanked politely, like a lady. Mrs. Fat in the front oblique side stretched out her red nails to turn on the onboard entertainment system and adjust the seat to a half-recline. She squinted, did it secretly, and turned her head to whisper to her mother and father next door.

The plane roared, turned onto the runway, but did not take off. The runway of Shanghai Airport is lively and busy, and the passenger planes of Zhanpeng are cocking their tails, sending all kinds of people to the world. One day, maybe I will drag my luggage alone, pull my long figure, and leave my parents who have been pampered for more than ten years, just like a chick has to fly away from the nest.

Thinking about it, tears flowed.

Huh-it's contrived?!

Fei Yang unplugged her headphones expressionlessly and turned off the song "Goodbye Police" that made her lose herself.

Hee-hee - come to a spicy strip, suppress the shock!

She took out the spicy strips in the pocket of her white tennis skirt, ignored her mother's reproachful gaze, and stuffed the spiritual pillar, Weilong spicy strips, into her mouth.

The beautiful flight attendant gently and apologetically reminded: the runway is busy, and the plane turns into the waiting area. Some passengers couldn't bear it anymore and angrily unbuckled their seat belts in protest. The stewardess stepped forward to stop it, and when she passed by Fei Yang's side, she left a rich aroma and a high cocked hip.

“Wonderful！” Fei Yang chewed the spicy strips, curled the corners of her mouth, and her eyes followed the high cocked buttocks—suddenly, her heart stopped, her breathing stopped, everything in this world stopped—only the face, the figure...

"Dead, dead, dead, dead......"

When her heartbeat sounded again, and the air flow entered her mouth again, all she could say was these two words. In front of her, the barrage flashed, and those words that she once disdained and sour suddenly brushed over:

"Like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but heroic, it exudes a strong force that is proud of the world when it is independent"

"Forbearance, slightly frowning eyebrows, revealing an unstoppable majesty and a touch of sadness between the eyebrows"

"Such a peerless face is like a perfect work of art after being carefully crafted."

.........

"Dead, dead, dead, dead......"

The music of "Goodbye Police" seemed to ring in her ears, and her heart was sad and majestic, because she was really going to die!! The spicy strip was stuck in her trachea, and after she coughed violently, her whole body fell into spicy pain.

When the oxygen in her body was about to run out, she looked at this seat desperately, greedily, and one last time, thinking like thanking "Goodbye Police", thank you for this peerless face: it was he who made her grow up in an instant, and understood and understood: what is called a peony flower to die and be a ghost; It was he who allowed her to have a cross-time and space communication with history, and understood and understood: King Zhou You, Wu Wangfucha, Chu Bawang, Tang Xuanzong Li Longji...... They can't help themselves......

However, the seat was empty, and the exclamations and faces of the mother and father took up the remaining space. Fei Yang fell into this realistic and noisy space: "! - Shame on you! Tomorrow, the big headlines on the Internet are: Spicy strips are harmful! The girl in the flower season died in the spicy strip ......"

Time and space were far away, and she waited for the white light.

What is so warm? What is so fragrant? Fei Yang turned her back and tried to get as close to the warmth as possible.

"Hold on!" A deep, magnetic male voice commanded.

What the? - Fei Yang came to his senses. A pair of thick, powerful arms were wrapped from behind to her chest, and the arms were forced, and the clenched fists followed by the impact in the middle of the ribs, and after a few squeezes, the deadly spicy strip squirted out, and fresh air poured into her lungs, and she gasped greedily.

"Take your time! Don't let the debris suck into your lungs anymore. The low, magnetic male voice commanded majestically again.

Fei Yang looked back in panic.

"Dead, dead, dead, dead......"

The weakened heart began to beat wildly, and the body went limp. Not only because the 'peerless face' is close in front of you, but you can see his orange-petal-like lips, slightly green cheeks, and undulating Adam's apple, and you can feel the breath he exhales; And because his heart is clinging to another heart—

The heartbeat of "Knock ———— Knock ————" is strange and unpredictable, as if it comes from another distant mysterious world; The sound of the heartbeat was slow and ethereal, like the wailing of a lonely star floating in the vast space; The sound of the heartbeat was long and desolate, like the heavy bells of an old church that had been left behind; The heartbeat sounded like the music in "Goodbye Police": sacred and mournful, it longed to be saved, it longed to be soothed......

What kind of world is that? What makes this world so sad, so lonely, so helpless?

Listening to the slow heartbeat, Fei Yang looked up and looked in the eyes next to his face. The dark gray eyes looked at her, she seemed to have walked into that world, saw the beauty of that world, saw the catastrophe that the world had experienced, and now it lost its color, although it was so clean and pure that there was no trace of human smoke, but it was also losing the breath of life. Fei Yang's heart followed the whereabouts...... Tears flowed inexplicably, and his dark gray eyes were also covered with a layer of mist, and the corners of his mouth trembled, flashing a helpless wry smile.

This wry smile made Fei Yang's secondary two illness explode violently: "Hi-" Her heart greeted the lonely heart gently. "I, the Philia reborn in the storm, the Unburner, the Queen of Superpower, the Queen of Wisdom and Bravery, the Lord of the Earth, the Guardian of the Realm, the Heroine of the Pacific, the Shackler...... It was born to save you! ”

She looked deeply into those eyes, her young face radiating like a virgin, her eyes bursting with flames that were about to burst into flames, completely forgetting the spicy strip on the floor that had almost killed her, completely forgetting that she was lying in the arms of the man she claimed to save as a rescuer. Dark gray eyes also stared at her, and he seemed to be amused, his long eyelashes fanned, and the mist left dewdrops on the dense eyelashes like twinkling stars. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he reached out to hold her face and wipe away her tears.

Dead, dead, dead, dead......"

In an instant, time and space are gone again, sadness is gone, sadness is gone, Our Lady is gone, and "Goodbye Police" is also gone. As the heartbeat accelerates, it changes tempo abruptly, becoming Hayao Miyazaki's "Carousel of Life". A romantic and gorgeous love adventure, magic, a flying moving castle awaits her, and she is the Sophie who helps Prince Hal find his heart.

"Oh yes! - Finally found you! My Prince! My male god! My first love—"

Her cheeks began to burn, her blood began to boil, and her little heart was more like a 'drunk' grasshopper, desperately slapping joy on that sluggish heart. His dark gray eyes stared at her in surprise, as if he was exploring the little monster in his arms, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth widened as if mocking.

But at this time, the 'second goods' young man was completely immersed in her crazy 'self-hi': "OU! good hi, good hi, good hi~" She sang happily and lay on that heart, pulling that heart to spin and jump with her! A strong feeling of dizziness, sweetness, fiery heat, a sense of fall and impact hit her.

— It's the feeling of flying on a merry-go-round, it's the feeling of lemon toffee melting in your mouth, it's the feeling of the summer sun baking, it's the feeling of falling leaves drifting to the earth, it's the feeling of a meteor hitting the earth......

The brow that stared at her furrowed, and the slow heart resistantly dodged, but it was still accidentally taken out of rhythm and suddenly changed the rate of beating......

Suddenly, the man seemed to come to his senses, his tightly knit body was pushed away, and Fei Yang also came to his senses again.

It was surrounded by applause, screams, and the click of cell phone photography.

"Let me die—"

Fei Yang let out a cry from his soul in his heart!

Oh my god - what kind of bloody plot is this?!

It's raining, car accidents, amnesia, and cancer! Because of a terrible spicy strip, he was so embarrassed to intersect with the world's first male god!

Tomorrow's Internet headlines: Prince Charming saves an unlucky child!

Unlucky kid? - Alas - just a hapless child! Also save Prince Charming? The toad still wants to eat swan meat!! It's a shame!! What crying child has milk? The genius was not frightened by your black face, but gave you a hard slap.

Thinking about it, tears flowed again.

The man holding her seemed to read the tears, and he raised the corners of his mouth again to pick her up from the airplane floor, blocking the phone's flash with his turned back. Fei Yang's face was pressed against his broad chest, and his body was curled up between his thick arms, like being in a safe and warm harbor. It's just a few steps away, but it seems like an eternity. When she was about to be put back in her seat, the two looked at each other again, and the man seemed to be a little reluctant, he tightened his arms and reached out to wipe away her tears again...

Belch!!! ——

Oh, my God! I love you! One more slap in the face......

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An Ji and Jianguo were very grateful, the flight attendant evacuated the onlookers, the captain reported to the tower, the plane entered the runway again, and in the roar, the seat held up Feiyang's back...

At the end of the plane's climb, the seatbelt signal light had been turned off, and Fei Yang was still curled up in his seat. She didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to look at anyone or anywhere, just pressed her still hot cheeks against the cold windowpane, hoping that the sudden red would dissipate as soon as possible. At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the blue sky is vast, the white clouds are pure, and the hustle and bustle of this world has nothing to do with them. Fei Yang quietly put on the headphones again, and the ethereal music and holy female voice in "Goodbye Police" made her gradually calm down, calm to the point that she had no thoughts...

The plane entered the stratosphere, and the flight attendant began to hand out in-flight meals.

Nan Yi stood up, the two flight attendants stopped working at the same time, Mrs. Fat covered her heart, and the entire business class suddenly fell silent, only orange juice was flowing quietly. "Oops—" one of the passengers cried out, and the flight attendant quickly apologized as she scrambled to wipe the orange juice off the passenger.

Nan Yi returned to the frost to collect the power, he took a few steps forward, and his eyes turned to the seat in the middle of the cabin. The seat was quiet, deaf to the little episode just now. Nan Yi took another step closer, and the funny big red face was quietly falling asleep. The red cheeks faded and reflected the sunlight crystallinely, a little like the edelweiss on Mont Blanc. Her small, delicate, pink-carved porcelain doll face like an edelweiss pale yellow stamen, her slender body curled up in the seat, on the open white tennis skirt, like a long stamen in the petals...

An Ran stood up and thanked him again and asked him for his name. He looked away from his long eyelashes and the corners of his mouth, nodded his head neatly, didn't answer, turned and went straight back to his seat...

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Two hours later, the plane landed at Beijing Capital Airport.

Nan Yi walked out of the airport hall with his passport, which read: Song Chengtao, 28 years old, Hong Konger.

Through the glass of the terminal, he frowned and looked at the sky, all around him gray, and the air was filled with the smell of choking tail and dust. No one came to pick up the plane, the traffic and people around him were in a hurry, and only he stood alone by the huge viaduct.

From a distance, I saw the family of three, the father dragging a big suitcase, the little girl in the middle with a ball on her head, holding her mother's hand, bouncing, the white tennis skirt unfolded up and down, like a dancing white edelweiss.

The mobile phone rang in his pocket, an unknown call, Nan Yi frowned slightly, this is a new phone card that he just bought in Hong Kong under the name of "Song Chengtao", except for making a call to the doctor, he has not used it for anything else. Looking down, the family of three had completely disappeared into the traffic, he looked up, pulled the corners of his mouth with self-deprecation, and answered the phone.

A tentative voice came from the phone: "Mr. Ben?" ”

He shouldn't have answered the phone, but this time he said "um" for the first time.

The other side of the phone was obviously ecstatic, but tried his best to suppress: "It's safe, right?" I'm just worried-" The voice was shy and sweet, like an Internet celebrity female anchor.

A red Honda overtook the car in front of it and pressed against the zebra crossing, scaring the crowd crossing the street into angry scolding.

Nan Yi looked at it coldly, but silently hung up Coronna's phone.