the years when i was in heaven

After resting for four or five days in a row, Mingli managed to hide for four or five days, and was finally arrested from his home by Zhou and Zhuang when the revolution was about to succeed.

"I said, you can all figure out how to pretend to be a courier boy." Mingli sat in the middle of Lincoln's back seat like an escort, with Zhou on the left and Zhuang Suan on the right, with "I can't hear" written all over his face in front of him wearing white gloves dedicated drivers.

Mingli moved to the right, "No coding today? Called out on the weekend like this, the day will be gone."

"For the lifelong happiness of my brother, what's the point of cutting off a day!" Zhuang Su'an looked forward and spoke righteously.

"Don't listen to him, you'd be too anxious if you didn't save your manuscript." Weekend looked out the window with his arm on the car door, and the street scene flew back quickly.He lit a cigarette, and the driver opened the window on one side of him with great eyesight.

"Here, Hanako." Mingli stretched out his hand.

Weekend glanced at him, "I smoke Nanjing."

Mingli felt very helpless being caught in the middle, "I feel like there are two more creditors out of thin air."

The two people on the left and right said "huh" and "ha".

"..."

"Hum Ha Second General" fell silent in anger.The car turned into a familiar intersection, and there were sycamore trees on both sides that had grown for an unknown number of years. The sky in early September was still very dense.

Turn left a few hundred meters ahead, and the one-way street will suddenly open up, and a retro courtyard with red tiles and green trees will appear in the bustling area of ​​City B—a restaurant that operates on weekends.

Several generations of Zhou Zhou's ancestors were in the catering business. It is said that his wife and grandpa were the chefs of the imperial cuisine in the palace, but if it is passed down to Zhou Zhou's generation, there is a great risk of bankruptcy.

There are exquisite tableware on Mingli's table, and with his tricky aesthetics, which he has seen and experienced in flying for many years, this set is no less than five figures.The more he understood the value of it, the more he felt that Master Zhou was going to die.

"What is this green mass?" He pointed to the mud in the small bowl.

Every time he comes to the store, he cooks in person on weekends. When encountering dishes that are too complicated to handle, he also puts on an apron and sits next to the chef to help with the cooking.

It is conceivable that the psychological shadow area of ​​the chef has almost caught up with the super typhoon.

"Coriander puree." Two plates of imported fruits were served on weekends, "Zhou-style homemade original fruit salad."

Zhuang Su'an let out a "wow", and could not judge any perfunctory or fear from this Mingli.Zhuang Su'an picked up a piece of dragon fruit, wrapped it in plump green sauce, rushed to die and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhuang Suan: "Delicious!"

Mingli: "..."

"The boss's exclusive secret recipe must be delicious." Zhou Xiaoxiao personally forked a piece of mango for Ming Li and brought it to his mouth, "Ah~"

Mingli opened his mouth with difficulty.

Even though the farewell meal is rich, he...

After half an hour.

"Did he play a little too much? Is he all right?" pretending to be worried.

"It's okay." Wiping a green glass bottle on the weekend, "These two foods don't react by themselves, but the taste is indescribable. Not to mention that this green salad can also be used as a trick prop."

Ming Li clutched his stomach, came out of the bathroom tremblingly with a white face that had been tortured by hot hands, and pointed at the two culprits at the bar with his unsteady index finger, "You...you!"

He retched and rushed back to the bathroom.

In name, Weekend is the successor of the Zhou-style catering group, but actually this is the only restaurant that is actually managed by Weekend.That's why they can do whatever they want.

Relying on being a chain brand, the restaurant has a large and stable daily customer flow, but whenever the old men who still have the charm gather together, the bar that is several meters long never allows outsiders to sit.

Ming Li held a cup of warm water, more "periodic" than girls who were on their period.

Zhuang Su'an found a warm water bag from nowhere, and handed it over carefully.Mingli glanced at him, then snatched it and stuffed it into the sweater.

"You have lied to us for so many years, and we haven't said anything yet." Zhuang Su'an whispered.

Mingli knew he was wrong, so he was sullen and didn't speak.

"Okay, son, for the father, I..."

Mingli stared at him with a look, and quickly changed his words on the weekend: "We are not angry about you and...that and so on as friends. We are angry that you have never liked anyone since Chen Qianyi. We thought you were ashamed and prepared to die alone, no Thinking that you have been suffering all the time."

Mingli wanted to cry, "It's enough to know it in my heart, why don't I say it so bluntly."

Weekend settled for a few seconds with Zhuang Su, and laughed heartily, and Mingli also laughed helplessly.

Although the secrets of many years have been made public, I feel a little uncomfortable, but the big rock that has been pressing down has become much lighter because of the word "friend".

However, in the next minute, Mingli completely changed his mind, and wanted to pull the two out to soak in the pig cage.

Zhuang Su'an took out his mobile phone, "In order to help my brother pursue love, I made a reverse reasoning from my years of experience in writing novels."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and nodded, giggling, "Look at WeChat."

Mingli clicked on WeChat, and there was nothing but a few new notifications in the work group that he didn't read.Zhuang Su'an came over and helped him click on the group of "Gentleman with Still Charm".

The group size changed from three to four.

He looked down.

"Today is another weekend day" invited "Pang Dahai" to join the group chat.

"........."

A shocking cry for help was issued from a corner of the bar, causing diners around to turn their heads frequently.

The waiter walked quickly to block the view of the guests, "Excuse me sir, our staff accidentally broke a plate, I'm really sorry to disturb your meal!"

"This... how does this feel like beating someone." The guest looked through the cracks and asked questions.

"You are worrying too much, we are dealing with it as soon as possible, and I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused to you!!" The waiter bowed 90 degrees.

Boss, please save some snacks!

"Mingli! You have to think about it. If you really want to send Suan on the road, what will happen to his novels? That's his future!" Weekend held a small steel knife in one hand and a small pot lid in the other, "I have something to do Discuss, give me the coriander puree!"

Mingli strangled Zhuang Suan's neck with his arm, and was about to pour the glass jar into his mouth with his other hand, "I'm going to purify the Internet today!"

"Master! Be merciful! You have to find the weekend, he, he, he brought Qiu Hai in!"

"Huh?" Weekend was stunned, eyebrows raised, "Zhuang Su'an!"

As soon as these words came out, Mingli really changed his target.There are "weapons" around on weekends, but besides being rich, how can the second generation of the rich be able to compete with Mingli, who has a job and is fully militarized.

After fighting for a few rounds, the green coriander puree hangs on the tip of the weekend.Seeing each other on the weekend, he swallowed hard, "Think about it, if you eat this, you and I will never be friends again!"

Mingli sneered, "You are my father now, so be content."

"..."

When your dad coauthors is entirely up to you!

Just when the coriander puree was 0.001 meters away from weekend's mouth, the restaurant door slammed open, and a person arrived at the battlefield first.

It was none other than the company's dispatcher.

Scheduling thousands of pilots at the same time, the workload cannot be completed by three or five people. It probably requires dozens of people plus professional computer software.

It is impossible for Ming Li to have seen all of these people, but seeing this guy's expression, and his precise eyes that could catch a sniper rifle in the crowd, he was absolutely sure that this was their company's dispatcher.

Because every time they catch and fly, they have the same expression of "meeting the ancestors" on their faces.

"Brother Ming!" The dispatcher rushed over quickly, panting so hard that he couldn't catch a word, he could only utter a few words: "There is a flight! Now! Go fly now!"

Just now he made a fuss about the mobile phone, and he didn't know where he lost it. He dug it out, and there were 54 missed calls.

"It really made me, a single dog, experience the feeling of being in love." Ming Li calmly said, "How do you know I'm here?"

"Let's not talk about this, there is a captain who has gone crazy, and is very angry! Ten co-pilots have been replaced in a row! It's almost time to take off, I really don't have a backup candidate, so I can only find you, brother Ming!" This is probably the biggest disaster in his career history.

"Oh, which captain is so irritable."

"Captain Qiu Haichou!"

"..."

The eyes of the two who escaped the coriander attack collided, and they didn't know what Xiao Jiujiu they were studying.

The dispatch guy looked at his watch, before he had time to wipe the sweat off his brow, "I'm about to take off, only you can save me, brother Ming!!!"

"..." Mingli spread his arms calmly, "But I have all my ID and uniform at home, and I didn't drive when I came out. It's too late."

"No problem!" Zhuang Su'an let out an "ow", "I'll drive you off!"

Weekend: "I'll clear the way for you ahead of time!"

Mingli: "..."

Lincoln aggressively changed lanes, the low-priced cars silently avoided, and the windows of similarly priced ones opened their windows and cursed, but the drivers didn't care.

Mingli held the handle of the roof tightly with both hands, and said in a vain way: "We don't have to drive so aggressively."

Pretentiously, he raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose, "Don't worry, if I hadn't written a novel, I would definitely be a professional racing driver now."

"..."

You just came out of the Flight Academy, have you ever thought about going on the "right path" at all?

The journey was thrilling, but very smooth.

The crew was already on the plane, and Zhuang Suan drove the car directly to the gate of the departure hall of the airport.

On an early autumn day, the agent who had been waiting for a long time was sweating all over his back, and when he saw the uniform, he rushed up immediately, "Is that Mingli!?"

Ming Li was startled by the roar, and nodded repeatedly.

"Close the hatch at 15:13, let's hurry up!"

Ming Li glanced at his watch, it was 15:06, and without a word, he followed the agent and rushed into the airport.

The agent seemed to be about forty years old, Wei Wei had a small beer belly, wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, and looked kindly, but at the moment he looked like a peerless bully, shouting and forcing a group of people to push Mingli to the end Front.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Let this young man pass first!"

The staff at the security checkpoint also look forward to the stars and the moon.

After passing through the security check, the acting elder brother grabbed Mingli's flight case and ran wildly.Mingli was immediately surprised that a middle-aged man who was not too thin could run so fast! ?It's time to catch up with the school track team!

"My flight information package..."

Ming Li went back to get it, and saw the ground suit that appeared out of nowhere snatched his information bag, and disappeared at a speed no less than that of the agent's elder brother.

Those who didn't know thought it was a public robbery.

Mingli followed suit.

At first it was one person, two, three, four, and more and more people ran with him!Some of them had work badges on their chests, and some wore ground service uniforms.

In the end, there were almost seven or eight people surrounding him.

Mingli felt like a star.

The other passengers waiting for the flight were taken aback by the situation, looked at each other in blank dismay, and involuntarily gave way to a straight road for them.

The boarding gate is right in front of you, and the staff can only send it here.

The eldest brother acting d'affaires was sweating hotly, with tears in his eyes, he held his hands tightly and watched Mingli, "Go, go quickly!"

Everyone is pleased to line up.

Mingli didn't have time to say goodbye, so he trotted into the corridor bridge with his suitcase and flight materials in his arms, still out of breath, and couldn't tell what it was like.

At a very tense moment, a famous scene from a certain movie popped up in his mind.

The girl was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, holding flowers and running barefoot, the petals stroked her eyebrows, and the breeze blew up her skirt.Her gaze is firm and decisive, and what awaits her on the top of the mountain is the lover in her heart.

In the distance, a person stood at the door of the cabin.

He was facing Mingli sideways, with one hand casually in his trouser pocket, looking at the busy tarmac below.His expression was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hearing movement, he turned around.

Ming Li had already walked in front of him, with heaving chest and sweat on his forehead, he smiled helplessly.

"Captain Qiu, if you change people, today's flight will really fail."

Qiu Hai looked at him for a while, then looked away, "Well, it's just you."