When getting on the plane, Zheng Qingsong inadvertently touched the bracelet in his pocket, thought about it and put it on his wrist, and pinched it with his hand. ”

On the plane, Zheng Qingsong looked at his colleagues, all found their seats and sat down, and some of them had already closed their eyes and pretended to sleep.

Sitting in front was the manager, I saw that he was holding a book and looking at it, Zheng Qingsong glanced at the title of the book with his eyes, it should be a book of "The Thinking of a Salesman", it seems that this bald man is still working hard to be a manager.

Zheng Qingsong walked to his seat and asked Wang Peng, "Where is your position?"

Wang Peng pointed to his seat: "No, here it is." ”

It seems that it is really fate, Zheng Qingsong thought to himself, only to see that the seat Wang Peng was referring to was opposite him, now, it should not be boring along the way, and it is convenient to chat.

The plane is about to close the cabin door, please hurry up and board the plane, a very nice female voice is broadcasting, such a beautiful voice should be very beautiful, Zheng Qingsong thought.

At this time, Zheng Qingsong was chatting with Wang Peng about so many long legs in Sanya, and if he was lucky, his singleness problem might be solved.

"Wait for me, wait for me, I haven't gone up yet,"

Hearing this voice, the people by the window all looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw an old man in his 70s walking like a fly, running up the boarding ladder, looking at the speed of running, it is estimated that the young man in his 20s is not as fast as him.

"Oh mom, it's exhausting my old man, you actually want to close the door, don't you know that our old man's legs and feet are inconvenient?

The beautiful flight attendant rolled her eyes and thought, "You still have inconvenient legs? I don't think you can run as fast as you."

But he still said, "Old man, where is your seat? I'll help you over and sit down, and the plane is about to take off." ”

"Well, that's pretty much it. As he spoke, the old man stretched out one of his arms, and it seemed that the old man really planned to ask the stewardess to help him over.

The stewardess was helpless, so she could only help him and walk to the old man's seat, at this time Zheng Qingsong was chatting with Wang Peng, when she heard a nice voice and said: "This gentleman please get up, this old man's seat is inside yours." ”

Zheng Qingsong heard the voice, raised his head and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes glared at the boss: "Old man, why are you!"

"Boy, how are you!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

It turned out that this old man was the old man who told Zheng Qingsong's fortune,

"You know each other?" Wang Peng was a little surprised.

"It's okay Mr. Wang, you take a rest first, I have a few words to talk about with this old man. ”

Wang Peng nodded, picked up a magazine and flipped through it boringly.

"Okay beauty, you go to work first, I'll help this old man sit down, we know each other. ”

The beautiful stewardess glanced at the old man, and then at Zheng Qingsong, it seems that these two people should really know each other.

"Then I'll go to work first, old man. With that, he turned around and left.

"Sit down, old man, look at the speed at which you run on the plane, your body is quite tough!" Zheng Qingsong said teasingly.

The old man smiled awkwardly: "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to catch the plane?"

Zheng Qingsong approached the old man a little closer, and whispered: "Old man, the two of us are really fated, right, you still chased me on the plane, what do you want to sell me this time?"

The old man coughed, and then said solemnly: "It's vacation time now, and it's not a fortune." ”

"I'll go! What about your fortune telling and weekdays?"

;“ Of course, of course we have weekdays and days off, do you think we're like some small private company?"

Hearing the old man's answer, Zheng Qingsong was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to answer the old man's words, so he asked, "Then why are you going?"

It turned out that this old man was from Anhui, and his surname was Qianjiaozi, whether this name was true, Zheng Qingsong didn't know, but he didn't go to fortune telling for this name, and he was sorry for this name.

When he was young, he was an elementary school teacher, and he said that he was still a principal, but he didn't know if it was true or not, anyway, Zheng Qingsong didn't believe it.

This old man felt bored after retirement, and he couldn't be idle at home, so he happened to be interested in Zhou Yi's metaphysics, so he bought a lot of books in this area and read them for a few years, and he felt that he was a teacher, so he came out to tell fortunes for others.

At the beginning, he set up a stall in his hometown, but because he was surrounded by people who knew him, he didn't trust him, and the old man saw a lot of people, and they were looking for fortune tellers from other places to show him, maybe this is a foreign monk who can chant scriptures.

So the old man decided, find a place where no one knows him to set up a fortune teller, just his own appearance, must be many people looking for their own fortune telling, so the old man did not listen to the persuasion of his family, he secretly bought a train ticket and came to Beijing, and began to tell fortunes to others, and he was still happy to do it.

This time I took the plane because he had a daughter working in Hainan, and his daughter was on vacation, so he wanted to take the old man to play for a few days, respecting filial piety.

So he called the old man several times, and the old man agreed to go over to play with his daughter for a few days.

Zheng Qingsong thought to himself, it should be how many people you have to deceive less, right?

When the two of them chatted in a whisper, the plane had already flown into the air, the old man should have been a little tired, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, Zheng Qingsong didn't speak again, staring out the window with his eyes blankly and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the plane shook for a while, and many people screamed, Zheng Qingsong was startled, and after coming back to his senses, he found that the plane was spiraling at this time.

"Damn, what's going on!" Zheng Qingsong burst out with a foul mouth.

"What's that? Look! What's that?"

A lot of people on the plane were screaming and messing around.

Zheng Qingsong finally grabbed the seat belt, stabilized his body and looked out the window, only to see that the plane was directly in front of him, and a gate appeared without knowing what, this gate, from a distance, seemed to be made of white jade.

How high the gate is, Zheng Qingsong doesn't know, in short, Zheng Qingsong only has one feeling, the height is boundless, the width is boundless.

At this time, the gate is half-hidden, and there is a third of the gap open, and the whole gate exudes a white light, which is very soft, although it is soft, but the naked eye looks at the light, it is still a little dazzling.

In the cracks of the gate, there was still a gray-white mist, and one in and out was like a giant's mouth, spitting in.

The inhalation time is longer, the exhalation time is short, and the plane is facing the direction of the gap in the gate, and it rolls and flies quickly.

Seeing this, Zheng Qingsong was a little stupid, and the plane was even more chaotic, crying, screaming, and shouting, mixed together.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and when I looked back, I saw the old man babbling in his mouth: "I have never been accurate, why did I see it this time, this kid really had a catastrophe when he took a plane? I am talking nonsense, how can this be!"

Hearing this, Zheng Qingsong grabbed the old man next to him and shouted: "Damn! You dead old man, I'm not married yet, am I going to die in a plane crash!" ”

"Didn't you say that you could get away with wearing the rosary you gave? Why is this happening, I bought it for 200 yuan, isn't it for nothing? You pay me back 200 yuan. ”

The old man came back to his senses, looked at Zheng Qingsong who was yelling at him speechlessly, and thought, this kid doesn't know how his brain grows, and at this time he actually thinks about the rosary bought for 200 yuan.

Just when the passengers in the cabin were in chaos, the radio sounded again, which roughly meant that everyone should return to their seats, fasten their seat belts, and the plane would soon be stable.

But at this time, how could people still listen to it and not see that the plane was still in free fall? Steady! Steady, steady.

A short time after the broadcast ended, a stumbling man ran out of the cab and yelled at a tall flight attendant: "Prepare to parachute immediately, the plane has lost control." ”

The stewardess grabbed the handrail on the side and stabilized her figure, and said anxiously: "But the captain has only 13 parachutes, but there are 39 passengers, and there are 8 crew members of our plane, and the parachutes are not enough at all!"

"I can't care about so many, if I can escape one by one, it's one!" the man exclaimed.

They spoke a little loudly, and many passengers heard it, and at this time, the selfish side of people was revealed.

Many people rushed in the direction of the flight attendants desperately, and the scene was even more chaotic than just now.

Zheng Qingsong also wanted to go over, but at this time, the old man held one of his thighs with both hands and said loudly: "Boy, you can't go, you can't leave me an old man, I haven't paid you back the 200 yuan yet." ”

I'll go, Zheng Qingsong really wants to give this old man a kick, don't you see that people are going to grab parachutes, you still tell me about 200 yuan, can you have a key point when you speak.

Zheng Qingsong broke free twice, and when he saw that he didn't break free, he simply didn't move, because he looked at the crazy crowd in front of him and thought to himself, it would be in vain to go by himself.

He sat down in his seat and said, "Old man, let me go, I'm not going, let's talk at the end of my life." ”

When the old man saw Zheng Qingsong's appearance, he also sat down dejectedly: "Say, what do you want to talk about?"

"Is this rosary you gave me really something you've been playing with for more than 20 years?"

This thing is still thinking about this.

The old man looked at Zheng Qingsong with disdain: "I bought this string of prayer beads for 8 yuan at the stall in the Panjiayuan thrift market a few days ago. ”

Looking at Zheng Qingsong with a murderous gaze, the old man hurriedly said: "Boy, what kind of eyes are you? You told me to say it, I just don't want you to be a fool when I die." ”

Zheng Qingsong leaned back weakly, glanced to the right, and was surprised to see Wang Peng sitting there expressionlessly, his hands still groping for something on the seat.

Zheng Qingsong asked curiously: "Wang Peng, aren't you afraid of death, why are you so calm?"

Wang Peng didn't turn his head, and said: "I remember watching a movie that said that parachutes are all on the seat, and I was looking for a parachute." ”

Zheng Qingsong covered his face: "Big brother, you also know that it's called a movie, don't you know that civil aviation doesn't have parachutes?"

Wang Peng was stunned, but he didn't speak, there was still no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, it seemed that someone had been injured in front of him because of grabbing the parachute, but Zheng Qingsong didn't see who was carrying a parachute, and in the chaotic crowd, Zheng Qingsong didn't see that, the so-called captain.

At this time, in the cockpit of the plane, the captain was in a hurry, putting a backpack on his body, and saying while putting it on: "I can't die here, I'm only 28 years old, and I still have a good youth waiting for me to enjoy." ”

That backpack is the parachute that everyone dreams of at the moment.

Just as the captain put on the parachute and was about to find an exit to parachute, the crack in the door suddenly opened wider, and the suction suddenly increased I don't know how many times, and the suction of the plane was put in at once.

At the moment when the plane was sucked into the gate, Zheng Qingsong heard a frightened shout: "Don't!"

The screams of the passengers in the cabin, and the old man next to him kept muttering: "For the first time in my life, I calculated correctly, but I actually counted myself." ”

Zheng Qingsong looked at everything in front of him, and at the last moment when the plane was swallowed into the gate, he shouted: "I'm not married yet, ah! ”

"Lao Zheng, wake up, wake up quickly. ”

In a daze, Zheng Qingsong heard a voice calling himself, with some painful hoarseness in his voice.

Slowly opened a gap in his eyes, and saw a lot of leaves in front of him, so big and big, this leaf is really big, more than two meters long, and nearly one and a half meters wide, the veins on the leaves are clearly visible, and there are traces of light scattered through the gaps between the leaves.

"Are you awake?" Lao Zheng, get off my back when you wake up!"

At this time, Zheng Qingsong found that there seemed to be a person below him, a spirit, Zheng Qingsong, who climbed up.

"Damn! There was a burning pain in my leg. The sharp pain in his leg made Zheng Qingsong fall again, and he looked down at his calf, which had a large blood channel of more than 10 centimeters.

After the pain subsided, Zheng Qingsong looked around.

It turned out that it was Wang Peng under him, and at this time, Wang Peng's whole body was also tattered, and there were a lot of blood stains, which looked quite miserable, and he didn't know where the glasses were lost.

Looking down, he and Wang Peng were supported by more than a dozen of these big leaves, and when they pressed hard, the leaves were still shaking up and down.

"Wang Peng, where are we?" Zheng Qingsong kept grinning because of the severe pain in his leg when he spoke.

"I didn't know, but when I woke up, I found you on top of me. Wang Peng was still lying on his stomach, and said without looking back.

"It's all this time, you're still in the mood to joke," Zheng Qingsong's face darkened.

"We should have survived, and it was these leaves under us that saved the two of us. Wang Peng turned around with great difficulty.

Wang Peng turned over and the leaves shook for a while, "Damn, big brother, you don't know how many pounds you have? Don't move! If you move again, if we fall again, it will really be over." Zheng Qingsong saw that the leaves were shaking violently, and hurriedly said to Wang Peng.

"What about the others, do you see, won't the two of us survive?" Zheng Qingsong asked,

"I don't know, I just woke up not long ago. ”

"Boy, don't talk to each other, hurry up and come down and save me, I'm under you. A voice came up from below.

Zheng Qingsong heard that it was the fortune teller old man Qiansuanzi.

"Old man, are you still alive, I thought I would never see you again!" Zheng Qingsong shouted without moving.

"How can the stinky boy speak, my old man's life is hard, don't curse my old man with a crow's mouth, I don't have a little respect for the elderly. The old man said angrily below.

"Think of a way to see how we can get down from this big tree, and it's not a way to stay in the tree all the time. Zheng Qingsong looked at Wang Peng.

"Good. After saying a good word, Wang Peng opened his eyes and climbed to the edge of the leaves, revealing half of his head and looking down, and Zheng Qingsong also followed.

"This position is almost more than 10 meters above the ground, and even if you don't die, you will be crippled if you jump. Wang Peng said.