flying between clouds

The plane will arrive at Florence International Airport on time in 10 minutes...

A young woman in the first-class cabin wakes up, her body teaches her brain to wake up earlier, she sits upright with beautiful eyes dimmed, and pulls the curly hair on the side of her face behind her ears, and yawns lightly with the back of her hand against her lips.

The same youthful stewardess walked up to her with a skillful look, leaned over and said with a smile, "I'm getting off the plane now."

Chu Han took the glass of white water in her hand, smiled and nodded.

The stewardess smiled sweetly and fascinated: "It's so romantic. The captain is flying this flight for both work and a date. How many days are you going to spend in Florence?"

Chu Han took a sip of white water and said softly, "Of course I flew back to China with him, just like now."

"Sounds like the captain is flying the plane just for you"

Chu Han smiled, took out her makeup bag and went to the bathroom.

The plane landed steadily on the tarmac from top to bottom, and male and female passengers stepped off the plane one after another, including a beautiful woman in a beige trench coat.

Chu Han didn't carry a suitcase, but walked into the terminal easily with only a handbag on her shoulders, and stood in the airport lobby waiting quietly.

Not long after, a scenic line emerged from the staff passageway in the lobby where foreign faces came and went in a hurry.

Six stewardesses in uniform came to her in two rows in an orderly manner, dragging their signature suitcases. They all smiled and waved to her. .

Chu Han responded with a smile, looked away, and turned to the three pilots in strict uniforms walking beside them...

The three of them walked side by side, all striding like shooting stars with their heads held high. The man walking in the middle was the tallest, and his tall and slender figure was the most eye-catching. The bars on his broad shoulders showed that he was the captain.

Such a man can be seen at a glance even if he is mixed in the Spring Festival travel team.

Feng Jibai is carrying a suitcase in his right hand, and a coat on his left forearm. Under the brim of his hat, he has a pair of beautiful diamond-shaped eyes, which are extremely rare among Han Chinese. They are as blue and crystal clear as the most charming sea water in the Caribbean. Now he is calmly looking at the approaching woman, talking to the colleagues beside him from time to time, his thin and affectionate lips can't see the opening and closing of the arc, it seems that he never cares whether his words reach the other party's ears accurately.

A group of people came to Chu Han, and Chu Han joined the stewardess team and walked out of the terminal building talking and laughing with them, and the others quickly left by car one after another, leaving only the two of them.

Feng Jibai walked to the side of the road and stopped a taxi, and only after explaining the location to the driver in English did he find that Chu Han hadn't gotten into the taxi.

Feng Jibai closed the co-pilot's door and opened the back seat door, looking back at Chu Han.

Chu Han carried the bag on his shoulders, and there was a faint smile in his eyes with exquisite eye makeup, but the helplessness and sadness that had been suppressed for a long time were hidden behind that smile, and after staring at him for a while, it seemed to be venting. With a sigh of relief, he got in the car.

Feng Jibai closed the door and walked around to the other side to get in the car, patted the driver's seat to signal the departure, then leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

He lowered the brim of his hat to cover half of his face, folded his arms around his chest, and began to focus on the first relaxation after a tense long-distance flight.

Chu Han looked at him from the side, only seeing his slender nose bridge and extremely affectionate lips...

The sky outside the car window is getting more and more gloomy, and the morning that should be bright is actually gray, but it also looks unique.

The driver explained that it is the rainy season here, and it has been raining for several weeks, but it does not affect the tourists to play, but it is more romantic.

Feng Jibai remained unmoved as if he was asleep, Chu Han turned his eyes away from his face to look at the gray sky outside the window, there were also a few flying swallows, it was indeed romantic.

The taxi took them to the hotel they booked, and Feng Jibai took her into the hotel to get the key card at the front desk, and then took the elevator to the room.

Feng Jibai put down his things and went into the bathroom, leaving Chuhan sitting in the living room alone.

Twenty minutes after Chu Han sat on the sofa in a daze, Feng Jibai had already changed into his bathrobe and came out. He first went to her side and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the corner of her lips, then went straight to the bedroom and went to sleep.

Chu Han was taken aback by this unexpected touch that seemed to be between real lovers. He forgot to smoke the cigarette on his lips, and the white smoke was quietly burning...

In the past, she would have been delighted, but now, she only finds it funny. Has Master Feng finally noticed her depressed mood since she started preparing for this journey a week ago?

Chu Han was powerless to think deeply, put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the corner of the table, got up, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into bright clothes, and walked into the bedroom.

The man on the window bed on the two adjacent large beds closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be asleep, but Chu Han knew that anyone who approached him within two meters, no matter how tired he was, would wake up instantly without fail.

Chu Han leaned down against the bed, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the side of his face, and said with a soft smile, "Ji Bai, why don't you go out with me?"

Feng Jibai slightly opened his eyelids, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't say a word.

He reached out and took out a card from the wallet on the table, put it in Chu Han's hand, and closed his eyes again.

The extremely skilled set of movements ran without any hesitation or pause.

Chu Han clenched the gold-plated credit card in his hand, stood beside his bed for a moment, turned around and walked out, his back determined.

When Feng Jibai woke up, it was nearly twelve o'clock local time, and when he turned on his phone, he saw a text message from Chu Han, and he only reported the location.

Feng Jibai didn't reply either. He got out of bed and went to the living room, called the front desk to call a taxi, and then went to the bathroom to change his clothes. His usual style is speed and efficiency, and soon he was dressed in an exquisite and stylish He came out in business men's clothes, wearing a black coat with a beige scarf, his trousers were always ironed, and his leather shoes seemed to have just been polished. His rigorous attire was a little more subtle and less deep because of his too deep and charming blue eyes. .Not only Chu Han, but all his former lovers praised his dressing taste and unique temperament, that's right, he was a lover.

The front desk called to say that the driver was in place, Feng Jibai set out to go downstairs, walking steadily at an unchanging pace, it seemed that even if he came out of the raging fire, he could still be so calm and unhurried , as if there is nothing in the world worth avoiding for him, and there is nothing worth chasing after, even if he walks a step faster.

The weather is still full of romantic ideas. After getting in the car, Feng Jibai asks the driver to turn into a famous local pedestrian street, tells the driver to wait at the same place, then gets off the car and walks into the exotic streets with strong charm. He finds a house with only a sign hanging on the door A small shop full of wooden boards with local characters, push the door and go in.

The presbyopic cat at the entrance of the store is the best portrayal of this street, idle and serene.

More than ten minutes later, Feng Jibai walked out of the small shop, always only mentioned the curvature of the corners of the lips, which is invisible to the human eye but can be felt, and then raised a few degrees, the corners of the lower lips looked more indifferent and perfunctory to outsiders A bit of warm color and connotation.

Go back to the taxi and drive to where Chu Han is.

The distance between the modern city and the quiet alley is only a thousand meters. There is a woman standing on the bridge connecting the two skyscraper commercial streets. She stands by the guardrail and looks condescendingly at the distant harbor. A person walked beside him, and then he smiled softly and said, "Here we are."

Feng Jibai stopped two steps away from her, followed her line of sight to look at the harbor dotted with white sails, the gentle rain began to fall from the sky, soft as cotton threads, falling on the clothes silently, without a sound It will make people avoid, only enjoy.

It's just beautiful, but the temperature is still very low.

Feng Jibai tightened the scarf around his neck, then put his hand back into his coat pocket, rubbing the small handmade box lightly with his thumb.

Chu Han took out the cigarette case from the bag and lit one, exhaled a puff of smoke and said softly, "Ji Bai, let's go."

It's not breaking up, it's breaking up...

The white smoke drifted away in the drizzle, and the circle of red light spread from the cigarette butt to the middle without Feng Jibai saying a word.

The smile on Chu Han's face gradually became pale, and she clamped the cigarette with her cold fingers, and said softly: "It seems that you don't want to know why, but it doesn't matter, I still want to tell you why."

Feng Jibai looked at the distant harbor without saying a word or moving.

"What kind of relationship are we, couples? Bed mates? Or between the two, I'm your lover and you're my lover...I know, you made it clear before I started, if you and I Either party can't go on in the world, break up peacefully, get together and break up"

Chu Han lowered her eyes and smiled lowly: "Is it a breakup? Have you dated me? It would be more appropriate to say that you are a lover. You said that I was the first person you wanted to date, but in my opinion you are right My treatment is almost the same as those of your previous lovers, except for those luxuries, I can't find any other traces left by you... Maybe you don't have no feelings for me, but I really can't feel it, I'm desperate I'm going to bring your only detached material concerns closer to love, I'm too hard so I'm so tired"

The cigarette was extinguished between his fingers, and Chu Han gently twirled the cigarette body: "You don't touch cigarettes, you are very self-disciplined, but it doesn't matter if I smoke you, if you don't like me smoking, why don't you say it... as long as you say something, No, with just one look, I can quit...but you didn't"

Feng Jibai silently clenched the square box lying in his palm, his blue pupils were indifferent and indifferent.

Chu Han took a deep breath, and smiled brightly: "My best friend told me that travel is the best medicine for a broken relationship, so I am here, you must not have noticed, I am going through immigration, so I have enough time to forget you ,goodbye"

Chu Han didn't dare to look at him again, she clenched her handbag tightly, turned around and walked down the overpass, and stopped after walking a few steps.

"Jibai, since you don't believe in love so much and don't want to be bound by love, then don't talk about feelings with others, you don't deserve it"

Chu Han left, walking resolutely and gracefully, at least in Feng Jibai's eyes.

Yes, he really never believed in such subtle and fickle things as feelings. He was too fanciful and too realistic, tying all his emotions to a person who met by chance and had nothing to do with him?How could such an insecure and heart-wrenching thing be something Feng Jibo would do.

And when he wanted to fix his lover for the first time, he was left by the other party first, and said that he was not worthy of talking about feelings...

Yes, he really doesn't deserve it.

After standing by the flyover for half an hour, he set off for the harbor by car. Feng Jibai soon arrived at a square by the sea after the scenery flew by. Tourists and local residents gathered on the beach under the square to have fun, cheering and laughing. Hearing the sound of the waves, he was sent far away.

The light rain is still falling, and there is no tendency to stop.

Feng Jibai walked slowly along the bank in the misty rain along a row of benches that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were people sitting on the chairs in twos and threes.

Flocks of pigeons were jumping up and down to eat the bread crumbs sprinkled by tourists, and swifts were flying scattered above his head. Feng Jibai sat down on the wooden chair as he walked, took out his sunglasses and put them on, and fell down. Sit in a chair and close your eyes...

It was still raining lightly from the sky, like a soft and intricate net, this net only engulfed two people, Feng Jibo could not have imagined that two years later, the appearance of one person would completely shatter him The ruthless mask of Feng Jibai, who regards feelings as life and death, will be a mayfly for him willingly, not life and death, but a constant companion in this life.

Feng Jibai sat on the wooden chair, looked up at the foggy sky, the gentle raindrops fell on his face, gradually blurring, but there was a rain-like smile on the corner of his mouth.

The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return, the wind blows west to Chang'an Mo.

Slanting Wind and Drizzle Yu did see it, but he just looked west, and couldn't see Chang'an...