the years when i was in heaven

The plane landed smoothly and landed on the corridor bridge.

The chief purser gave the order "the flight attendant unarmed the slide", and the two people in the front cabin cross-checked each other to confirm that they and the other party's door slide were unarmed, and then they heard a "snap" in the cockpit, similar to a folder falling on the ground. Voices on the table.

The two looked at each other for a moment, the purser shook his head, and the two pretended not to hear.

cockpit.

"How do you feel about your flight? This is the level and state you are preparing for promotion? Let alone fifty hours, I will not give you a promotion list after flying a hundred." Flying sunglasses covered most of Qiu Hai He opened his face, making the already expressionless face even stiffer and colder, and turned his head to look straight at Mingli who was sitting in the right seat.

A thick stack of documents was spread out on the small table in front of Mingli. He stared at the dashboard, gritted his back molars, and said in a low voice for a while, "I'm sorry."

Qiu Hai glanced back, and said to Zhao Jiagui, "You can fly next time."

"Good captain!" Zhao Jiagui responded with a jolt, feeling terribly miserable inside.

In fact, Mingli flew very well, among the ones that Zhao Jiagui flew by, he was considered excellent, and he could observe clearly from the back.

No matter how good Ke Keke is, he is still scum in front of No. 1 of the "Ten Devil Captains" recognized by the flight department!

Some of Qiu Hai's requirements are even more textbook than textbooks.

It is not unreasonable to release the captain at a young age.

He had heard of Qiu Hai's name for a long time when he was in college, but at that time Qiu Hai had already graduated and went to G Airline at public expense, so he could only see the photo of this school-level figure in the "Excellent Graduate" column of the school's official website.

When they first met in the preparation room that morning, he was a little confused at first.

Qiu Hai himself is different from the photos, and different from all the captains he has flown.In addition to his strong professional ability, Qiu Hai's quiet demeanor is more like an artist.

The purser who opened the door and came in to confirm the cabin door keenly sensed that the atmosphere was not right, with different expressions.

After flying for ten years, the purser, who has practiced the ability to observe words and emotions, didn't know what happened, so he adjusted the atmosphere and asked with a smile: "Captain, what arrangements do you have when we arrive in Xiamen soon?"

Seeing this, Zhao Jiagui hurriedly joined the atmosphere group to pave the way for the next period of life, and echoed, "We can go out for a stroll. Gulangyu Island, Xiamen University, Zengcuo'an, Zhongshan Road Pedestrian Street, and the Botanical Garden are also very good."

"Where do you want to go?" Qiu Hai asked Ming Li.

Ming Li still stared at the dashboard solemnly, "I can do anything."

The purser and Zhao Jiagui silently sympathized with Mingli in their hearts.But Ming Li suddenly turned his head, as if someone else had been scolded just now, jokingly raised his eyebrows and said, "You know so much, did you make a strategy?"

The biggest characteristic of Ming Li is his good attitude.

Being scolded on the front foot, laughing and laughing as if forgetting the heel.Xuefei would be scolded bloody by the teacher pointing his nose. After getting off the simulator, he still hooked up with the teacher, eating and smoking together.

The teachers loved and hated him, and they gave him a collective farewell after graduation.

Most of those instructors were transferred from the Air Force to civil aviation before, and they are used to militarized management. No matter how nice they say, there is a chilling air in them.He said that he would never see him again, and he would make a phone call every festival.

Mingli knew it in his heart.

"I'm from Xiamen." Zhao Jiagui was a little embarrassed and said, "If you want to play something else, I can take you to places that locals love to go."

Ming Li heard the ambiguity of these words, and said with a smirk, "Do something else?"

As soon as Qiu Hai put away the small table, he took off his flying sunglasses and put them in a small leather bag, facing the three of them.

Mingli thought that he was planning some extravagant adventure, but in the end he only heard Qiu Hai make a proposal with a sense of time.

"Shall we sing?"

Three people: "..."

"Okay." Zhao Jiagui was the first to respond and agree. He took out his phone and looked through it, and found a KTV with a perfect score. "How is this one?"

The purser has exited the cockpit.Zhao Jiagui held up the phone between the two seats.

"It looks pretty good." Ming Li swiped down. The popular location and the decoration style are all very modern. The large screen and audio equipment are first-class imports from abroad.

"Just this one."

Qiu Hai wrote down the cell phone number and called him with his own phone.

The phone was answered before it rang twice, and there was the faint sound of music from the other end. The man who answered the phone was a polite young man, "Hello, Happy KTV is very happy to serve you."

Qiu Hai turned on the loudspeaker, and Zhao Jiagui said first, "Hello, we want to book a private room."

"Okay, how many are you?"

Ming Li counted, "Ten."

"Ten people can only book large private rooms, and they are already full."

"Full?" As a local aborigine, Zhao Jiagui seldom led his colleagues to his site. He was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and tried hard to restore the dignity of the aborigines. "How long will it take?"

"This..." The young man tapped the keyboard to check, "It shows that there is a vacant room at seven o'clock in the evening. Where are you now? If you come on time at seven o'clock, it will be fine."

Their shift arrived in Xiamen at [-]:[-] p.m., and the time was just right.

Zhao Jiagui: "Keep it for us, we are in Nanchang."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, "You said... where are you?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Mingli said, "Nanchang."

The silence on the phone lasted longer, and the young man could be heard taking a long breath and trying to maintain a polite tone as he said, "Then why are you guys here?"

"Fly the plane, let's fly over there."

"Toot, toot, toot..."

There was a busy tone in the cockpit.Qiu Hai's hand holding the mobile phone froze in the air, and he couldn't tell what expression he had on his face.Zhao Jiagui looked embarrassed, as if he had hung up on Qiu Hai's call.

With a "thump", Mingli covered his stomach and laughed, his laughter could be heard in most of the front cabin.During this period, Qiu Hai silently put on his sunglasses again.

Happy KTV.

"Let me take your heart off, let me keep your heart, let me take the rest of your life to myself!"

Probably because the second flight was not bad, Qiu Hai was in a good mood, and Zhao Jiagui was very happy.When a person is happy, some hidden attributes will be exposed, for example, Zhao Xiaojuan is actually a wheat bully.

"Maiba to Maiba, can we sing according to the lyrics." Mingli took a bite of a peanut, crossed his legs, and the colorful lights hit his speechless face.

I don't know why, but there are so many KTVs in Xiamen, so Qiu Hai got involved with this one.I personally called to explain the reason, and I was going to enter the store at seven o'clock.

After successfully becoming the master, he sat aside and ate all the fruit plates, and occasionally someone came to toast and drink.

Others don't understand the captain's waywardness.

Whether to sing or not is my business, but I have to sit here on time at seven o'clock.

Ming Li's tsk tsk was buried in the chorus.

He sat on the far left, Qiu Hai sat on the far right, and a girl was sitting on one side of the two, keeping a safe distance.Mingli threw the last peanut into his mouth, and happened to meet Shang Qiuhai's gaze.

During the feasting and feasting, Qiu Hai's eyes were a little drunk, but he still retained his reason.

He just stared straight at Mingli.

Careful people will find that Qiu Hai rarely stares at a person for such a long time.Regardless of work or life, no matter what kind of eyes or demeanor, he stayed on Mingli for too long.

"Brother! If you die, you have to love—! If you don't feel good, you won't be happy!" Zhao Jiagui, who was crazy about singing, fell on Mingli, and the microphone hit him in the face, "Sing! How deep is the feeling, only in this way is it enough to confess—" !!!”

The cry of killing a pig echoed in the air above the private room, Ming Li straightened him upright, and sang a few lines along with it.

He looked at Qiu Hai helplessly, Li Liting sat beside Qiu Hai at some point and was talking to him.

The singing was deafening, Li Liting lay beside Qiu Hai's ear, Qiu Hai listened with lowered eyes, smiling and nodding from time to time.Mingli could no longer take his eyes off them, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

"Brother Ming." The youngest flight attendant sat beside Ming Li and opened his mouth to say a few words.

Mingli couldn't hear her and looked at her suspiciously.

The youngest got closer, raised his voice, and said, "They don't understand, but I have an older brother who does, and I won't say it."

Mingli knew it well, nodded his head, clenched his fist and bent his thumb, which means "thank you" in sign language.

The two smiled at each other.

Looking at the opposite side again, his smile froze on his lips.

I saw Qiu Hai wrapping his arm around Li Liting's slender waist, staring at him coldly.

Ming Li's heart skipped a beat, and then he thought to himself, what right does he have to stare at me when he is full of gossip?What happened to my normal friendship, he is the one who is at fault.

Under Qiu Hai's almost predatory cold eyes, Ming Li looked at him, and whispered something in the youngest flight attendant's ear.

Under the interweaving of darkness and light, the tips of the girl's ears were slightly red.

As if angry, Qiu Hai's arms around his waist tightened.Li Liting was pleasantly surprised, she stared obsessively at the man who was close at hand and could kiss him just by raising his head.

The phone vibrated, Mingli looked down, it was the weekend call, he got up and left the private room.

The thick door kept the sound out, and Mingli enjoyed the rare silence in the toilet, and relieved his hands by the way.His ears were buzzing, he didn't want to go back to the private room.

The weekend call came again, Ming Li stared at the caller ID and sighed, his sad face was reflected on the screen.If there is any phone call that is more urgent than parents and wives, it must be Boss Zhou Zhou and the writer pretending to be garlic.

The origin of the matter comes from the phrase "I refuse."

When the big faces of the two success masters were about to burst the screen and signaled him to chase Qiu Hai to death, he decisively said this and hung up, resulting in 24 missed calls when the phone landed.

The number of times the two played is quite average.

The phone stopped vibrating, and a WeChat message came immediately.

Today is another weekend day: I found out that your flight has landed, so if you don't want to break up the relationship, hurry up and call back!

Ming Li dialed back, and the other party answered in seconds, complaining furiously.

"OK, OK, I was wrong, I shouldn't ignore your call, it's all my fault."

The weekend on the other end of the phone paused, "If you want to fall in love with this awareness and attitude, the baby would have already run everywhere!"

"I'm still a kid myself."

"Good son!"

"..."

"It's not poor, I used his experience in making up stories to make it up for you, oh no, I analyzed it for you again." Weekend said: "We all forgot a very important question."

"What's the problem?" Mingli leaned against the sink, crossed his legs, and looked at the intricately patterned marble floor.

"Why did you break up in the first place?"