night

Fang Yan stood at the head of the bed, feeling the weight on his shoulders, thinking about some questions that he didn't want to think about, but that he inevitably had to think about now.

The two of them, accompanied by the moonlight, Locho rested his head on the shoulders of the dialect, calm, but not comfortable.

"Dialect, go to bed early, you need to rest more." Locho spoke, his tone as soft as ever.

"Okay, listen to you." Fang Yan replied, and then reached out to close the lamp next to him, but instead of lying down, he grabbed Luo Qiao's body and held it tightly.

"What's wrong, can't you sleep?" Locho asked softly, tilting his head to look at the dialect.

"Little Joe." Fang Yan called Luo Qiao's nickname, looking at this woman who had been with him for 7 years, he didn't know what it was like......

Quiet, the small room is filled with an unknown emotion, perhaps snuggling up to each other, or sentimentality in the face of reality......

"What's wrong, what do you want to say?" Luo Qiao asked softly, like a whisper between husband and wife before bed, concerned and full of love, she watched Fang Yan put her hand in his palm, feeling the warmth.

"Little Joe, resign."

"What kind of nerve? Really burned out? Luo Qiao looked into Fang Yan's eyes and reached out to touch Fang Yan's forehead, but was grabbed by Fang Yan and held in his hand.

"I'm just thinking, there are still many places on this planet that I haven't seen, the other side of the sea, the other side of the sea, the sunrise and sunset......" Fang Yan said slowly, his eyes full of confusion and yearning.

"I listen to you." As if he understood something, Luo Qiao put his head on the chest of the dialect, listened to the powerful heartbeat, and softly said his choice, "I'll go and quit tomorrow, and then we'll go for a walk together and see the world." ”

"Well, catch up on your honeymoon." A smile appeared on Fang Yan's face, and he gently patted Luo Qiao's back, and then lay down, "It's not early, go to sleep!" ”

"I'll just lie here and sleep," Luo Qiao replied, looking at Fang Yan's loving eyes, listening to the gentle heartbeat in his ears, and slowly closing his eyes.

The two who have been together for 7 years, each of them understands each other, one look, one action......

……

"Li Jie, help me prepare for the next crossing, I've already asked Ramon to come to you." Standing next to the flying machine, Fang Yan looked at the falling snow and spoke.

"It's decided?"

Li Jie's voice sounded in his ears, a smile hung on the corner of Fang Yan's mouth, he turned his head to look at Luo Qiao, who was waiting in the cabin, and turned around and said, "We both know and understand each other, she won't let me stay, so I will accompany her for the past six years." ”

"Well, I'll give you what you need."

"Don't be in a hurry, it's still a long time." Fang Yan said as he looked at the white expanse of the airport.

"Well, you know, you can rest assured."

"Don't bother us if it's okay, and I owe you a 'thank you' all along." Fang Yan had a reminiscing smile on his face, and then shook his head slightly.

"Don't talk about this between brothers, I'll be busy first, have fun, you don't have to worry about the rest."

There was a dripping sound in his ears, and Fang Yan shrank back with a smile, and then tightly wrapped the cotton clothes on his body and got into the cabin.

"What are you whispering?" Luo Qiao asked dissatisfied,

"I talked to Li Jie about something, and he let us have fun." Fang Yan replied evasively, walked up and hugged Luo Qiao's body, then kissed her on the forehead, and took her hand to the cabin.

"You just sit here." Fang Yan led Luo Qiao to the passenger seat and sat down, "When the time comes, you can stop wherever you want, let's build a small house, and then plant flowers and plants in the field......"

As he spoke, Fang Yan carefully put on the safety device, and then sat in the driver's seat next to him and clicked the start button.

"V14 requests to take off!"

"You can take off, and, Comrade Fang Yan, Chairman Mao De asked me to wish you a good time!" The voice of the tower personnel was heard in his ears, Fang Yan shook his head and smiled, then looked up and pressed one of the buttons on it.

A faint blue flame emitted from the jet port under the aircraft, and a little buzzing sound was also heard, and with the retraction of the landing gear on one side, the aircraft was steadily suspended in mid-air.

"Are you ready?" Fang Yan turned his head to look at Luo Qiao, who had been smiling lightly, and asked, after watching her nod, he pulled the energy supply controller next to him, and then gently pulled up the rudder.

The fuselage began to rise, and the jets at the bottom began to turn, and under the snow, a clear white line slanted into the sky, and then disappeared into the thick clouds......

……

Travel around the world once......

Chase the sun once......

Wander at the end of the sea of clouds, frolic on the beach and seaside, and snuggle up on the highest mountain to watch the sunrise and sunset......

Then find a quiet and beautiful place to build a wooden house, with green hills, leaning on the green water, with a small dam in front of the house and a small garden behind the house......

"Wife, where are we going in the spring?"

"Just go...... A place with a lot of flowers! ”

In the spring, Fang Yan took Luo Qiao's hand and stepped on the flying machine, looking for a sea of flowers all over the world......

"Dialect, come here, I'll wipe your sweat."

"Come on!"

In the summer, Luo Qiao stood on top of the field, wiping the sweat beads on Fang Yan's head little by little, Fang Yan looked at Luo Qiao, grinned, and smirked......

"Tongues, meteors, make a wish!"

In autumn, sitting on the top of the green hill next to the house, Luo Qiao pointed to a glimmer of light in the sky and exclaimed, then closed his eyes and folded his hands......

"Wear more, don't catch a cold, you've been sick a few times over the years, and you don't pay attention every time."

"I'm not ......"

In winter, the tongue with a clear nose was wrapped in the quilt and sneezed constantly, looking at Luo Qiao's reproachful and dissatisfied expression, he awkwardly took the warm water and held it in the palm of his hand, and drank it in small sips......

Year after year, as the years passed, this relationship became more and more mellow......

No one mentioned the time for the dialect to leave, and no one cared about how long the two of them could live like this, everything would be dull, with warmth and warmth.

But occasionally in the dead of night, Fang Yan would suddenly wake up, and then look at Luo Qiao sleeping next to him, not knowing what to think, maybe he himself didn't know.

However, time does not stop turning because of who or who......

The sun in the sky is still so brilliant and soft, because this is the season of flowers, and everything is reviving, purple and red......

But the door of the cabin below has not been opened for a long time, or rather, it has been opened and closed early, and the sound of falling water in the whole mountain stream and the waterfall in the distance is still the same, and the sound of insects and birds next to it is crisp......