the years when i was in heaven

Qiu Hai put away the table and began to prepare for the procedures before takeoff. Liu Zheng wanted to say something, but after thinking for a long time, he still chose to shut up.Mingli hung up on Ding Qiaoxin's call less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

There was a note on the caller ID this time, and Ming Li stared at the lit screen with his eyes sinking.

"The manifest is ready." The purser standing at the cabin door held the door handle, "Then I will close the door."

The ground suit on the covered bridge gave an "OK" gesture.

The phone rang, and the purser answered it before closing the door, "Hello, captain."

After hanging up the phone, the purser pushed open the half-closed cabin door.

"Sister, is it off?" the flight attendant asked.

"The captain said wait."

With big sunglasses hanging on the bridge of her nose, Ding Qiaoxin got on the plane swaggeringly, with his team behind him.The purser opened the curtain for him, Ding Qiaoxin walked into the first class cabin and was stunned, Mou Yue was sitting by the window.

However, it was only for a moment, and he sat on the other side by the window as if he didn't know this person.

"Why did you buy me a flight with him?" Ding Qiaoxin whispered to the agent next to him, frowning displeasedly, eyes under the sunglasses staring at Mou Yue who was reading a magazine.

"Brother Xin, the timing of this flight is the most suitable." The manager said apologetically.

Ding Qiao waved his hand in agitation, and the manager shut up wisely.

The last eight passengers got on board, the doors closed and the plane rolled out and taxied.

There has to be a reason for flight delays.Weather, military activities, traffic control, such objective factors will be accepted when encountered, and no one needs to be held responsible.

But Mingli's situation is different.

The plane entered the level flight cruising stage, and Mingli looked at the radar thoughtfully. Strictly speaking, the late passengers should be responsible for the flight delay.

But the leader of the company personally called him and asked him to wait. We can't blame the leader for the delay.

Mingli was in trouble, and complained to Qiu Hai while Liu Zheng was going to the bathroom.

"Don't worry, let's see what the company says when we land." Qiu Hai took it easy.

When Liu Zheng came back, Mingli put up the air of "pilot" again, and stared at the dashboard expressionlessly.

After landing, Mingli stepped out of the cockpit, but Ding Qiaoxin still hadn't left.

Seeing him coming out, Ding Qiaoxin warmly greeted him.

A group of media reporters actually gathered at the gate of the covered bridge, and seeing them start shooting like crazy.

"Thank you for your invitation. The take-off and landing were very smooth, thank you." Ding Qiaoxin said to Mingli, smiling at the reporters, like a model walking on a runway and letting the media bombard him indiscriminately.

"Be polite, it's a trivial matter." Ming Li reacted quickly, said happily, and patted Ding Qiaoxin on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

The flashing lights didn't stop for a moment, and the reporters handed the microphones in front of the two of them, asking questions in succession.

"You are so hot. By the way, the take-off and landing are controlled by my first pair." Ming Li said to the people next to him in a low voice with a smile on his face from an angle invisible to everyone.

From the corner of Ding Qiaoxin's eyes, he caught sight of Qiu Hai who came out of the cockpit and stood behind him. He looked at Mingli with complicated eyes, and Mingli looked calm.

"It's not bad for you." Ding Qiaoxin suddenly smiled obediently, and said, "But I really want to thank you, I just made a random phone call, and you really made the whole plane wait for me."

Mingli was taken aback.

The team left Ding Qiaoxin in a crowd, surrounded by Yuji who raised their microphones and kept asking questions.

Regarding the delay, the company did not contact Mingli, and the matter just passed.

The car drove into the underground parking lot of the community. As soon as it stopped, Ming Li suddenly covered his stomach with an ugly face, "Oh, my stomach hurts."

"What did you eat?" Qiu Hai unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, "Let me see."

"It's all right, just go to the toilet." Ming Li pushed him away with one hand, opened the car door with the other and threw the car keys to him, "I'll go up first."

Qiu Hai pulled two suitcases into the door, the house was quiet, he changed his shoes, walked around the room, but there was no one there.

"?"

At this time, there was movement at the door, and a huge cardboard box was pushed out of the elevator.

Mingli's uniform was wrinkled, his face was covered with sweat and dust, he wiped it casually, and dragged out the box that was taller than him.Seeing Qiu Hai at the door, he blinked and smiled awkwardly, "You came up so soon."

"what is this?"

"This..." Mingli scratched his face with his dirty paws, "I wanted to surprise you."

With great difficulty the two of them carried the box into the living room and laid it flat on the ground.

Qiu Hai: "You bought it for me?"

Mingli nodded.

Qiu Hai fell into deep thought, and asked with some anticipation but also weakly: "Can I take it apart now?"

"of course."

The living room was rustling, Qiu Hai unpacked the box very lightly and slowly, for fear of damaging the contents inside.Mingli wanted to laugh, so he grabbed the tool in his hand and swiped hard on the box. Qiu Hai quickly snatched it away and stared at him.

"All right, all right, I won't interfere with the head office." Ming Li raised his hands in surrender.

After unpacking the box for half an hour, Qiu Hai carefully opened the package, and there was a digital version lying quietly inside.He froze for a moment, then looked at Mingli.

Ming Li smiled: "There are more underneath."

Qiu Hai then scrolled down, hand-painted pens, software, various pens, watercolor paints, color palettes, and several reference books.This big box can be said to cover most of the things needed for digital board painting, sketching, watercolor, and oil painting.

"I've searched for things for taking pictures. There are too many brands and I'm a layman, so I really don't know how to buy them." Ming Li rubbed his nose.

Qiu Hai touched the expensive digital version, his eyes moved slightly, he was at a loss.

Ming Li covered the back of his hand, looked at him and said softly: "Now I can afford you, I hope, I can help you stick to what you love."

Qiu Hai pursed his lips tightly, his throat was dry, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at Ming Li, with gentle reproach in his eyes.He said: "You don't know which one I like specifically, and these are not cheap."

"Then tell me." Mingli was eager to try, "I will buy according to that in the future."

"...Little fool."

Mingli smiled very happily, with a sour nose.

"Qiu Hai, go chase your dreams."

Qiu Hai took a deep and slow breath, his eyes were slightly red, and he said in a slightly trembling voice, "Thank you, Ming Li."

The lights of Wanjia cannot match the warmth of this small world.

How lucky to meet you in this life.

How fortunate I have not given up on you in this life.

After going to Switzerland for the weekend, his shop was all handed over to Fu Yu.Fu Yu did not adopt the trendy name of the current store, but only took one word: "wrap".

He took over the company while losing money every month, and it took less than two years to turn losses into profits.

Fu Yu is now a veritable owner of a high-end restaurant, serving the elites of the upper class, and has a good private relationship with the top richest people in the country, let alone a star in the entertainment industry.

The Harman Kardon stereo was playing slowly, and there were not many customers in the store, but everyone was willing to pay a high price to chat and pass the time here.

A cup of "flaming black tea" was pushed along the table in front of Mou Yue. Mou Yue looked at the colorful liquid in the cup and looked at the people at the bar, "Don't fool me with Sprite."

"If you don't take Sprite, how do you drive back? I won't give it away." Fu Yu was mixing a high-strength cocktail for the lady on the other side of the bar.

Even if he is the boss, Fu Yu will come to the store in person when he is not busy.

The lady took the wine glass affectionately, took out a few red tickets from her bag and put them under the glass without even looking, the purpose was obvious.Fu Yu nodded politely and returned to Mou Yue.

"Yes." Mou Yue shook the cup and sighed, "You don't give it away, you only give it to one person."

Fu Yu glanced at him and said nothing.

Mu Yue didn't ask too many questions.

There were two people at the bar, one silently mixing drinks, and the other watching silently.

After mixing the third cup, Fu Yu handed over the work to his assistant, came to the bar and sat down, "You helped Ding Qiaoxin this time, don't expect others to thank you."

With Ding Qiaoxin's ability, how could he let the plane wait for him.Even if his benefactor had this ability, he would not owe others favors just for him.

"If I can't catch the plane, my itinerary will be affected." Mou Yue said without changing his expression.

Fu Yu looked at him for a while, then smiled disdainfully, "Keep pretending, I won't bother you."

The meeting between the two was dramatic.

When Fu Yu was still working as the store manager under his father on weekends, Mou Yue went to eat once, and the two met through the introduction of the middleman, but that was all, and they didn't contact each other again.

After a long time, Fu Yu became the manager of this store, and it happened that Mou Yue came over for dinner again.It belongs to their own store, and the decoration style can be decided by themselves. It can be said that the two people hit it off in terms of life taste.

"Didn't go to Switzerland recently?" Mou Yue took a sip of his wine, he couldn't drink too much, there was still a show tomorrow.

"I went there once at the beginning of the month." Fu Yu didn't care, his wine was mixed to a high degree, and he loved the stimulating and spicy feeling.

"I said, are you going to be like this forever?" Mou Yue sat on the chair and turned back and forth, looking at the wine glass in his hand, "Your one has a knot in his heart, you can either influence him or vent your anger for him, choose one of the two."

Fu Yu was quiet for a moment, then said: "You should still worry about yourself, has Ding Qiao returned?"

Mou Yue clicked on WeChat, and the only dialogue with Ding Qiaoxin was the message he sent a few hours ago.He unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, which was slightly sweet like Sprite, and also soft like a forced kiss under the ice and snow that day.

Why are his lips so soft, Mou Yue thought to himself.

Seeing this, Fu Yu gave him a sad look.

"Brother." Mou Yue was younger than Fu Yu, so he started calling him brother when he got acquainted.Mou Yue said: "It's too difficult for people to like me too."

Fu Yu stopped holding the wine glass, "Why, are you going to lower your standards?"

Mou Yue smiled, "No. Are you ready to start probation?"

Fu Yu sat lazily, looked at the bustling street scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said in a low voice, "No."

According to department regulations, Qiu Hai was grounded.

He made mistakes three or two times, and the department only gave him a one-month suspension, which was already the maximum authority within Hao Zhun's ability.

Everyone in the company was spreading the word that Qiu Hai's glorious moment had passed, and there were even fewer flight attendants who wanted to have something to do with Qiu Hai, and they shifted their target to a certain captain surnamed Ming.

A rising star with both good looks and strength, and a good personality.

When the plane landed, Mingli listened to the second officer's version in the cockpit like this.

"A rising star?" Ming Li raised his eyebrows.

These flight attendants are really reckless if they don't want to be screenwriters.

When the crew car drove to the company, Mingli unexpectedly ran into Zhuang Suan at the gate of the company.

Writer Zhuang is different now, with combed hair and shirt, full of energy.Who would have thought that this person had written novels with millions of words that no one cared about, and he had to rely on his brothers to help him to eat.

The deeper the obsession, there must be a response.

"Xiao Ming!" Zhuang Su'an waved his hand, very excited.

Ming Li was puzzled, "Why did you come here?"

Zhuang Su'an: "I followed the crew to promote it."

Propaganda?

After being reminded by Zhuang Su'an, Mingli discovered that there was a promotional poster of the web drama "Fly" hanging in the company lobby, and there were even characters from the novel and animation standing on it.

One was wearing a black suit and the other was wearing a white shirt.

The words next to it: Join hands with each other to soar into the blue sky.

Mingli: "..."

Why did my own company start to follow suit!

Several colleagues passed by him to say hello, and they couldn't be more enthusiastic.

"I just finished here, let's go to your house for dinner." Zhuang Su'an said.

"Oh, huh? My house?"

"Yes." Zhuang Suan blinked.

In the past, Zhuang Su'an used to spend time with each other, and there was a time when Mingli went out to fly to the airport for the night and gave him his house key to enter casually.

"My family..." Mingli hesitated to speak.