Xiangyu

Outside the car window, the sky is clear.The high-rise buildings on the street are dazzlingly illuminated by the sun. Before the arrival of summer, the city seems to be immersed in the climax.

Song Yuqiao, who was sitting in the car, was drowsy.

Because he had to catch a plane, Song Yuqiao got up before 05:30.Thinking of the symposium in the afternoon, Song Yuqiao only felt tired.

"After the agenda this morning, Professor Letterman asked us when you will arrive. At the welcome dinner last night, several experts, including Professor Letterman, regretted that you were not present. So today we arrived early It's the airport, and I'm afraid the plane won't be able to pick you up in time after it arrives." Director Wei, who was in charge of receiving Song Yuqiao during this trip, sat in the passenger seat, turned around and said with a polite smile.

Song Yuqiao said apologetically, "I'm also very sorry that I wasn't able to be there yesterday. However, I think it would be more appropriate to settle things in the unit before going out."

"Yes, yes, that's what we said to Professor Letterman." The other party echoed repeatedly.

Seeing that he believed it completely, Song Yuqiao nodded with a smile.

In order to participate in this summit, the unit gave Song Yuqiao two days of business travel time.In fact, Song Yuqiao had already explained the work before leaving get off work yesterday afternoon.

However, there was no Beihang flight from Xijin to Jing'an last night. Song Yuqiao thought that the welcome dinner was not a must-attend agenda, so he simply asked the administration to book the Beihang flight in the morning.

When it was time to check in online and seat selection was open, Song Yuqiao chose the seat in the back row of the economy class.He knew that, if his memory served him correctly, it was easier to see the aft purser there.

Song Yuqiao felt very lucky.This was the last time he took a plane, and he met Qiao Yusong on a special flight of Beihang Airlines.Although he got up early in order to catch the plane, at least he finished his thought report the night before.

The female student who came to pick up the plane together looked at Luo Luofang and said, "Professor Song must be tired by taking such an early flight?"

"It's okay." For some reason, Song Yuqiao always felt that this girl seemed familiar.

“The school participated in organizing this summit, and I expected you to speak. However, I am looking forward to hearing your insights in the panel discussion.” She said sincerely.

Teacher Luo, who was sitting next to her, smiled and said, "Professor Song, Xiaowen admires you. I have been saying for the past two days that I regretted not working hard when I was not admitted to CASA's ST laboratory. .”

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao finally remembered where he had seen her.

Three years ago, Song Yuqiao had just returned from abroad and was assigned to the ST laboratory.At that time, this girl named Xiaowen happened to be taking a doctoral exam, and Song Yuqiao participated in the interview.However, as we all know, ST Lab doesn't accept doctoral students admitted from other units, and Xiaowen's comprehensive score is indeed not good enough, so he was rejected.

But participating in the interview review is just an experience for Song Yuqiao.Because it didn't take long for him to leave the ST laboratory and go to SEE to work.

"I remember I didn't recruit students at that time, right?" Song Yuqiao looked at her with a half-smile.

Her pretty face flushed, and she said with a smile: "But no matter what, if I can stay in the ST laboratory, there is always a chance to learn from you."

After hearing this, Teacher Luo laughed at her: "Xiaowen, I'm afraid the teachers confiscated you because they saw that you wanted to eat both in the bowl and in the pot!"

"Boss, if you say that again, I won't help you with the work in the future." Xiao Wen stared.

Seeing them being happy and harmonious, Song Yuqiao smiled lightly and accompanied them at that time.

"Professor Song, our dean hopes to have a meal with you at the Century Garden Hotel tonight. He said that he has not seen you for a long time. Please give us your honor." Director Wei said politely.

"Director Wei, I'm not yet thirty, and I'm afraid I'm not much different from Xiaowen in age. I'm not used to hearing you call 'you', 'you', and 'you' all the time. If you really treat me as a friend, please stop Call it that." Song Yuqiao smiled wryly.

Director Wei was taken aback when he heard this, and then he burst out laughing. After laughing, he agreed repeatedly, and said, "Since we are friends, we must have dinner together tonight! Teacher Luo and the others will go too."

"The two little girls I brought, like Xiaowen, worship you all day long. I really don't know who is their mentor." Teacher Luo joked happily.

Xiaowen laughed instead of rushing, and added to Song Yuqiao: "They are envious of me being able to pick you up."

"Don't call me 'you' either." Song Yuqiao said, and promised Director Wei, "I haven't seen Teacher Gao for many years, this meal must be eaten."

"It's really great. There are a lot of new issues at the summit these two days. I will have the opportunity to ask the great gods for advice tonight!" Xiaowen clapped her hands happily. After a while, she looked out the window and murmured, "I hope the typhoon will come later. , it’s better not to rain tonight.”

After hearing this, Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat.Only then did he realize that, at some point in time, the clouds in the sky had slowly piled up.

This time, the girls in the same group as Qiao Yusong were full of energy. Shortly after returning to the hotel, they decided to go to the newly built large-scale theme playground to play and plan to spend the night there.

When Qiao Yusong returned to the hotel, he met the well-dressed stewardesses going downstairs together.

When they saw Qiao Yusong, they immediately called him to play together.

"Look at the push on the Internet, there will be a fireworks show tonight!" Liu Xinmei said excitedly, "Let's go together!"

Qiao Yusong was only looking forward to meeting Song Yuqiao at night, why would he want to go out?What's more, they still have to live in the hotel in the playground, and it's even more impossible for Qiao Yusong to participate.

"I have an appointment with a friend to meet at night, so I won't go." Qiao Yusong said with a smile, "You guys have fun."

"An appointment?" The purser looked at him with special meaning.

"Yes..." Liu Xinmei hesitated to speak, and finally smiled regretfully, "Then let's go together next time."

Qiao Yusong nodded, waved goodbye to them, and wished them a good time again.

They all met Song Yuqiao at the arrival gate of the airport.Qiao Yusong guessed that they had already thought about his reasons.

Although dissatisfied with the gossip atmosphere in the small group, at the same time, Qiao Yusong was vaguely excited by their guesses.It was as if, he was really fascinated by the authorities, and the bystanders saw some possibility first.

Qiao Yusong had to admit that he was looking forward to the things they imagined would actually happen.

After all, he woke up early in the morning. No matter how excited Qiao Yusong was back in the hotel room, after tossing and turning on the bed countless times, he finally fell asleep unconsciously.

His phone has been pressed under the pillow, just waiting for a vibration and good news.

Bad news is fine, as long as it comes from Song Yuqiao.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, two consecutive vibrations under the pillow woke Qiao Yusong from his sleep.

He immediately sat up, opened the pillow and picked up the phone, but the excitement settled down when he saw the APP push notification appearing on the screen.

He had actually slept all afternoon.

The time displayed on the phone was [-]:[-], and there was no message from Song Yuqiao, let alone a call.

Thinking about it, Song Yuqiao is on a business trip, not a tourist, and it's a working day, so it's understandable that he didn't send a message.Thinking of this, Qiao Yusong opened the APP notification to read the detailed content, but his heart sank heavily after reading it.

Two pieces of information, one is the real-time push of Beihang’s flight checking software, saying that due to the passage of Typhoon No. [-] today and tomorrow, flights at Jing’an East District Airport may be affected. Please pay close attention to the relevant flight information and notifications that he will be on duty The other is a message from the Meteorological Department, predicting that typhoon No. [-] will land in Jing'an at around [-]:[-] p.m., citizens and friends should pay attention to travel safety.

Typhoon No. [-]?

Qiao Yusong recalled that he seemed to have mentioned this matter before the trip.But encountering typhoon weather is nothing new to Qiao Yusong, so he didn't take it too seriously, and just reminded himself to remember to pay attention to the push of the checking software.

But now, such news has become veritable bad news for Qiao Yusong.

Jing'an Linhai, every time a typhoon crosses the border, the harm cannot be underestimated.Qiao Yusong quickly checked the power of Typhoon No. [-], and his heart trembled again.

With such a strong wind, most people would not go out if there is no urgent matter at night.

Has Song Yuqiao received any information from the Meteorological Department?Will they still meet tonight?

After hearing the news, Qiao Yusong's heart was heavy.

He held his mobile phone for a while, thinking about sending a message to Song Yuqiao to ask about the situation, but worried about disturbing Song Yuqiao's work.

Opening the curtains, Qiao Yusong was startled by the momentum of the black clouds overwhelming the city outside the window.

Looking at the dense dark clouds, his mood was extremely gray.

Qiao Yusong paced back and forth in the room, distracted.

He wanted to see if he could meet tonight.It was almost six o'clock, he thought, Song Yuqiao's work might be over.Even so, he still hesitated.

In case Song Yuqiao didn't receive the information about the typhoon, then he waited a little longer, maybe Song Yuqiao would contact him after he finished his work?If so, then Qiao Yusong decided not to tell him.They could make an appointment near Song Yuqiao's residence, and Qiao Yusong made up his mind that he would go to the appointment even if there was hail in the sky.

But if Song Yuqiao already knew that the typhoon would land, it would be hard to say.

Qiao Yusong thought about it, but finally couldn't hold back anymore, and sent a message to Song Yuqiao, asking: Hi, how is work going?How to arrange it at night?

He tried his best to write the content as if nothing had happened, and even acted as if the two knew each other very well.However, he was actually not sure if he had ever spoken to Song Yuqiao in such a relaxed tone before.

This message was like Qiao Yusong throwing a stone into the well. He lay down beside the well and listened hard, trying to judge the distance between him and Song Yuqiao through the echo.

However, there has been no reply.

Qiao Yusong watched the raindrops pattering on the window glass, and the clouds in the distance seemed to come towards him.