the years when i was in heaven

Ming's mother wondered why his wife came back half an hour earlier than usual this morning.She went to open the door and was stunned, "Son... son?"

"...Mom, the last time we met was two weeks ago, what's the matter with your expression, dementia doesn't know your son anymore?" Ming Li blinked.

Ming's mother slapped Ming Li on the back of the head, "I don't miss you!"

"Mom! You slapped your son's head stupidly for flying a plane, who will take care of you!" Ming Li rubbed the back of his head and grinned as he entered the door, and was startled by the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the cloakroom.

Leaving aside the crumpled "beggar style" uniform, the two dark circles hanging under the eyes can imitate Sadako.

Ming's mother ignored Mingli, and stood at the door, looking out, "Where's Xiaohai?"

Ming's father, who came back from morning exercise, entered the door and saw his son who came home suddenly sitting at the dining table drinking tofu nao, and said lightly: "If I come back by myself, I don't have to do it so often."

Mingli: "..."

It appears to be real.

Mingli didn't tell his parents about Qiu Hai, and every time they asked about it, Mingli would simply say three words: very good.

The tofu was steaming, Ming's father was sitting opposite Mingli, and Ming's mother was baking Mingli's favorite cake in the kitchen.

After all, it is my own son.

"Tell me honestly, did you and Xiao Hai quarrel?" After a while, Ming's mother brought out a plate of green onion pancakes just out of the pan.

The old couple are both experienced people, and they don't say anything, but they are like a mirror in their hearts.

"Your fault." Ming's father was determined.

Mingli pointed at himself speechless, and asked, "Why is it my fault?"

Ming's father drank his secret health-preserving tea and said, "Xiao Hai is a good boy with good conduct, sense of propriety and manners."

Ming's mother raised the iron spatula, "It's you, who eats too much and is lazy every day. Xiao Hai has to have a lot of patience to endure you. What do you think the family will do in the future?"

Mingli: "..."

The old couple talked like a cross talk, you said something to me, Ming's father was in charge of praise, and Ming's mother was in charge of criticizing.Mingli listened silently while drinking tofu nao.

No matter what he goes through outside, home will always be his safe haven.

But what about Qiu Hai, what Mingli is going through, Qiu Hai has already gone through, even worse than him, but he has no safe haven.

When Ming Li was complaining about life and work with his friends and parents, maybe Qiu Hai just had a simple dinner by himself, and then smoked a whole pack of cigarettes silently.

The double exhaustion of working all night and driving emerged at this moment, and sleepiness struck, Ming Li didn't even take off his uniform coat, and fell asleep on the table frowning.

The old couple calmed down, and Ming's mother took thick clothes from the bedroom and put them on him.Ming's father took the newspaper and went to the living room.

From the beginning to the end, the parents never raised the issue of disgusting Mingli or bewildering Qiu Hai. They carefully protected the two children in their unique way.

"Dad, Mom..." Ming Li, who was lying on the table, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Thank you."

In the dead of night, the potted plants at the door of the dispatching room were windless and automatic.

Dispatcher Xiao Wang is currently chasing a suspense drama, and now is the time for fantasies.A hand patted Xiao Wang's shoulder from behind. He was startled and looked back, but there was no one behind him.

Xiao Wang comforted himself that it was an illusion, and he was patted twice on the other shoulder.Xiao Wang stood up abruptly, turned over the chair with him, and woke up the colleague on duty who was dozing off on the opposite side.

The colleague rubbed his eyes and looked up, "What's wrong?"

"There... there are ghosts!"

Colleague: "Captain Ming."

Dispatch Xiao Wang's expression was more terrifying than seeing a ghost. He turned his head stiffly, and Ming Li stood in front of him with a kind face.

Ming Li smiled: "Brother Wang, it's hard work on duty late at night."

Xiao Wang: "No hard work, no hard work."

Mingli continued to laugh: "Brother Wang, if you don't have to work hard, just change the shift for me."

Brother Wang: "..."

Now I don't even talk about the clichés, and go straight to the topic.

"Captain, why do you need to change shifts frequently, does the department know?" Xiao Wang said.

Scheduling must also arrange flights in strict accordance with the regulations. There are tens of thousands of employees in the company who can accommodate once in a while. If everyone changes shifts at will like Ming Li, the scheduling will be exhausted and the flight will not be able to fly.

Mingli propped his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and said with a smile: "Personal reasons, the department doesn't know, you can decide whether to change or not."

With countless rules in his hands, Xiao Wang could slap Mingli in the face, but he didn't dare.

The captain can't afford to offend, Gan!

Xiao Wang felt that the captain of the pilot was crazy, and Mingli ordered a bad class recognized by the whole department, not one of them.

For the flight departing at 07:30 in the morning, Qiu Hai set the alarm clock at 04:30, and there was a knock on the door along with the alarm clock.

Mingli was dragging a small suitcase, wearing a formal uniform, and stood at the door with great energy, baring his big teeth.

I was late and missed the flight, right? I couldn’t get up in the cold weather, right?

Ming Li smiled: "The captain is afraid that you will be late, so he personally wakes you up and supervises you to take a shower and change clothes."

Qiu Hai: "..."

Rather than going to work together, it is better to say that Mingli escorted Qiu Hai to work, and the co-pilot was "arrested" into the preparation room by Captain Ming, and the others had already arrived.

Qiu Hai put the air route information in front of Mingli with a look of "you will be safe when you come", and said routinely: "Captain, you need to confirm this."

Mingli took it over and looked at it, feeling a little embarrassed.

Qiu Hai finished what should be written by him, what should not be written by him, what should be handed over by him, and what should not be handed over by him.

Under normal circumstances, Mingli must have been very relieved, it saved him a lot of trouble.But now that Qiu Hai is so stealing the limelight, doesn't it seem that he is useless as a captain?

Mingli coughed a few times, pretending to be majestic and said: "Have you handed over to the crew?"

This work is a procedure after boarding the plane. Mingli has never seen anyone who can complete it ahead of schedule until now.

Qiu Hai: "The handover has passed."

Mingli: "..."

"Captain." Qiu Hai didn't look sideways, and reminded him neither humble nor overbearing: "It's time for a meeting."

Mingli felt like an inspector inspecting a flight.

"Don't you think, our captain seems to be very scared." The flight attendant whispered.

"I think so too. I'm embarrassed to say it."

"I heard that they fought before, and the relationship is not good."

"What I've heard is that they're very close."

When the flight landed and passed the station, the crew went to the terminal building to find a cafe to rest.

Ming Li choked on the coffee, and the flight attendant at the next table stopped talking.

"Captain, drink some water." Qiu Hai poured hot water into Mingli's unfinished coffee cup.

Mingli raised his eyes and stared at him, but Qiu Hai ignored him.

When the water was full, Qiu Hai put the kettle respectfully by his hand, ready to refill his glass at any time.

"You deliberately."

Qiu Hai looked at him blankly, "Pour water on purpose? Serving tea and water to Captain Ming is what I, the co-pilot, should do."

"……thank you."

"You're welcome." Qiu Hai said expressionlessly, and filled up Mingli's half-drinked glass again.

Mingli: "..."

The transit time was two hours, the flight attendants took a break and went to the airport together, and the second officer found a corner to catch up on sleep.This coffee shop is a high-end consumer place at the airport, and there are very few people.

For his own kidney, Mingli called the waiter to take away the coffee cup.

"I know about Zhao Jiagui." He leaned against the back of the chair and put the boarding pass into the shirt pocket on his chest.

"So what." Qiu Hai smiled, and said nonchalantly: "The departmental punishment has already come down."

Mingli pursed his lips and looked at the person opposite him for a long time, and said, "How much more blame do you want to blame? You deliberately missed the flight if you didn't want to fly with me, and you want to use up the patience of the leader? You thought you signed a lifetime contract, The company can't fire you, right? There are too many Chinese people, and there is no shortage of you as a pilot."

"So what if you're dismissed." Qiu Hai smiled unabated, looked at the table in silence for a while, and said softly, "That's it."

Ming Li straightened up, "Do you think dismissal is a very indifferent thing? Just ask which airline can still hire you, and what else can you do besides being able to fly." He was so angry that he tapped his index finger on the table, "Let's not talk about high Amount of liquidated damages, just your mother's medical expenses..."

"Don't mention her." The words were forcibly interrupted by Qiu Hai.

Mingli opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further.

Qiu Hai showed an expression of incomparable disgust, and repeated: "Don't mention her."

Silence spread silently until the purser came and called them to get on the plane, and the delicate atmosphere between them melted.

Qiu Hai got up to leave, but Ming Li grabbed his wrist violently.The wavering in Qiu Hai's eyes flashed away, and he turned his head to look directly into Ming Li's eyes.

"You must explain it clearly to me today." Ming Li's eyes threatened to eat into the bone marrow, and whispered: "I will not let you run away again."

"Captain." The flight attendant walked towards this side, "The ground suit reminds..."

"Wait." Mingli couldn't take his eyes off it.

The purser noticed something was wrong and turned around and slipped away.

A few scattered people around looked over curiously, Ming Li was still holding onto Qiu Hai's wrist tightly, and Qiu Hai could try the strength with anger.

"What do you want to hear." Qiu Hai said.

"You know what I want to hear."

Qiu Hai sighed lightly, and said, "During work, don't talk about personal matters."

"Success." Mingli agreed decisively, "I'll take it as if you agreed to leave work."

As soon as the promise was made, Ming Li really didn't ask any more personal questions.For a whole set of several days of overnight flights, he never took the initiative to speak to Qiu Hai except talking to Qiu Hai at work.

Mingli admired himself.

He spent seconds like years in his heart, and he still had to pretend to be aloof and indifferent on his face.

During the day, the cockpit is serious, and at night, I scratch my ears and cheeks under the covers.

Until the last day, the last flight segment.

The crew performed a routine descent procedure.

The flight landed back to the base at night, the weather was good, the night view was beautiful, and the plane descended smoothly.

Suddenly, a call came in from the cabin, Ming Li answered it, and the anxious voice of the flight attendant rang through the earphones of the three of them at the same time.

"The captain is bad! A passenger is bumping his head in the bathroom!"

"what?"

"The family members said that he suffered from indirect mental illness, and now he is very emotional."

"Is he still in the bathroom? Pull him to the nearest seat and fix it." Mingli's voice was calm. The plane was about to approach. He listened to the tower's command while understanding the situation in the cabin.

"His family can't pull him, and two flight attendants are helping." The voice of the flight attendant was full of panic, "Captain, he rushed over!"

"There are still 3 minutes to land. Protect yourselves and stop him with all your strength."

As long as the plane lands, as long as it lands, everything is easy to say.

Mingli's palms were thick with sweat, "Qiu Hai."

Qiu Hai did not respond.

"Chou Hai!"

Ming Li looked at the person seated on the right, and hit him with his free hand.

Qiu Hai woke up as if being haunted by a nightmare, his breathing was short, his lips were pale.

There was a loud "bang" on the door of the cockpit, passengers exclaimed and flight attendants screamed.

"Concentrate and don't think about anything else." Ming Li said in a deep voice, "I'm here."