Waiting for a long time, Captain

Chapter 7 Keeping Closer
A child was lost in the airport lobby. The broadcasting room circulated broadcasts and searched for the whole afternoon, but the child was not found. The young mother cried in the waiting room until her eyes were swollen.

When Gu Zeng walked past the glass window, he happened to see a foreign man rushing over, holding the woman in his arms.They were close to each other, without accusations or inquiries, but their eyes were red.In this world, displacement occurs in this city and this place every day.

Asu told her with emotion that the child returned to China to visit his grandmother, and this time he returned to New Zealand.After the child was lost, the grandmother passed out on the spot.According to the news from the hospital, it seems not very good.

Gu Zeng was a little absent-minded, and for some reason, his heart was always a little panicked. Maybe it was because seeing this young couple, who were likely to experience the pain of bereavement at such an age, felt a little sad and uneasy.

For the first time, I wanted to send a text message to ask him what he was doing.

Asu swiped the card to enter the door, and saw the red light on the electronic screen, and quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Emergency meeting, let's go."

The phone was put back into the pocket, but the text message was still not sent.She didn't hear clearly what the department head said, and she was always a little uneasy. Finally, when it was over, Asu asked her to have supper together.

The two walked along the brightly lit terminal building, her hand was in her pocket, and she couldn't help but want to press the key.The wireless channel was still buzzing, and Asu was listening and relaying the story to her.

"I finally know what the ultimate goal of today's emergency meeting is. It turns out that there was an airborne..."

"Huh?" He rubbed his fingertips slightly, but still took it out.In the old streets of Paris, I was often trapped in the elevator. Sometimes the lights were not good, and it flickered. It was a bit like the elevator incident in an American TV series, but it was actually quite scary.Fortunately, she was not the only one trapped every time, and there was always someone beside her screaming and scolding for a long time, but there was no signal yet.Thinking back to such an experience, it is really not very good.

The text message was sent, and the phone was still in her hand, so she finally heard what Ah Su was saying.

"The big boss's daughter came back recently, so she has to find a position in her own group, doesn't she? I didn't expect her to choose the ground support department. Is it our luck or misfortune!" Glancing at Gu Zeng's phone, "Is it the latest model?"

"Well, it was recommended by a friend."

"Xiaobai, I think you are a little absent-minded."

"Ah...no." She lowered her head and quickly put the phone back in her pocket without replying.

Asu returned to the topic just now, "I heard that the boss's daughter is studying in Atlanta, and it seems that she came back this time for Cen Ji."

There are always strange names about him, but sometimes when I hear the sound of "cen", I feel that I must be talking about him.It's almost like being in a magic barrier.

She shook her head, and Asu continued: "Could it be true that someone said that they saw Cen Ji come back with our ground staff? Did the big boss' daughter come to check on the spot?"

Ahem, she glanced at Asu with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "You, have you watched too many American dramas?"

"This is a woman's sixth sense!" Asu said righteously, the two looked at each other, but still laughed.

The next day, there was still no reply to the text message.

She had a bad feeling, did he change his number in Paris?Thinking this way, she walked to the airport public security department. A customer lost several valuables at the airport in the morning, and they had already been filed. She tracked the investigation results of the incident, backed up the transcripts to the department, and watched the surveillance video before the incident happened.

The Security Department has found the whereabouts of the lost items and is contacting relevant departments.Before she came out, she sat at the door and waited. There was a large LCD electronic screen facing her, broadcasting international news. She didn't read it carefully, but repeatedly read the text message from last night.

Is the tone a little too familiar?How did she send him those...

Suddenly a person sat down next to him, squinting at the news on the electronic screen, wondering if he was talking to her, "Last night, there was a terrorist attack in Paris. There were 6 shootings, 3 explosions, and 1 hostage-taking."

Gu Zeng turned to look at him, he was the big boy who showed her the transcript just now, his brows were furrowed.

"I heard that several Chinese people died innocently."

Her head was buzzing, and she asked subconsciously, "Where?"

"Paris, it's Paris, France." He repeated, looking at the LCD screen to beckon to her, Gu Zeng was a little afraid to look at it, his heart wrinkled into a ball.

Looking at the phone, he dialed it without hesitation.Busy, no connection.She walked to a place where there were few people, thought about it, and dialed a series of numbers again.

"Hi, this is Wang Wan's mansion, may I ask who you are?"

She took a breath, leaned against the corner and said, "Auntie, I'm Gu Zeng, I'm looking for Lu Zhongnian."

"It's Xiao Zeng, you're so timely." The voice was happy for a moment, then lowered, the old aunt said with a smile, "Mr. just lost his temper, only you can suppress him. You wait Wait, I'll give him the phone."

"I..." Just as I was about to refuse and say no, I heard the sound of something being thrown from the other end, and then a voice of exasperation crossed the ocean and penetrated into my ear.

It seems like I haven't heard his voice for over a year...

"When will you go home?" There were always no greetings, straight to the point, and still as domineering as before.

"Lu Zhongnian, I..."

"If you don't want to go home, just play outside for a few more years."

"I..." Gu Zeng fell silent, not knowing what to say. Worried that his wife might misunderstand, he explained: "There was a terrorist attack in Paris."

Lu Zhongnian smiled: "Do you think I will go to that kind of place?"

"It's good that you're fine, then I'll hang up."

"Gu Zeng," he called her suddenly, making her desperate to hang up, but she had to pause.He waited quietly, and heard the doctor on the other side trying to persuade him to take the medicine. He didn't know why he was so angry, and scolded him so much that the doctor packed up the medicine box and turned away.It was always like this before, always losing my temper with people.

"Lu Zhongnian, how are you doing recently?"

"I can't die, and I will still take medicine." He said slowly, with a bitter and awkward tone, "Xiao Zeng, this is still your home, and nothing will change. When you want to come back, don't worry about it." Scruples, tell me, I will pick you up."

Feeling a little sad, she couldn't speak.Lu Zhongnian would not talk to others in a guilty tone, let alone her, but now...something between them has really changed.

Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder, and she was startled. Looking back, it was the big boy who motioned her to sign the inspection book just now.She held the phone in one hand and took a pen to sign with the other.The writing is ugly and crooked.

Realizing that the person on the other end of the phone was still waiting for her to reply, she opened the door and walked out immediately after signing. When she saw the news of the explosion scene broadcast on the LCD screen, she suddenly thought of Cen Today.

She immediately said: "Okay, I will go back soon."

I haven't turned on the wireless channel for a long time, and when I turned it on, it was full of explosive news.

All of them are painted in the Bataclan Concert Hall, the Changhong female flight attendant who escaped the terrorist attack by pretending to be dead.It is said that at that time, the danger was critical, and the terrorists pointed their guns at her. Fortunately, there was a chair to cover her, so that her feet were not exposed.

Qingya checked the flight to Paris that day, and made a phone call to check the safety of the people on board.Gu Zeng was quietly waiting for her, and his phone vibrated.She didn't look, but listened to Qingya's words.

"The statistics are all over. Only one person was slightly injured, and the others are fine." Qingya turned her head and patted her on the shoulder, winking, "Are you in a hurry? Gu Meiren, are you thinking about Captain Cen?"

Gu Zeng breathed a sigh of relief, changed his hand to hold the phone, and clicked on the message by the way.

Qing Ya also came over to look at it, and immediately laughed: "I didn't expect Cen to be so humorous today, what did you send to him last time?"

She just posted about a person being trapped in an elevator, which wasn't too good.Only then did he come back, saying that the message she sent had the power of prophecy, although it wasn't the elevator that was trapped.Cold humor, she didn't laugh.

The phone call came back soon, "When the attack happened, the car was not far away. The driver was frightened and rushed out as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal. It didn't take long before he hit the bumper. There were a lot of gunshots at that time, and then the tire burst. I didn't go away." His voice was very calm, as if he was relaying an innocuous matter.

"It took some time for the police to come, clean up the scene, take notes, and send colleagues to the hospital."

She lowered her head and said, "You're fine."

"I wasn't injured, nor was I frightened." The low and shallow laughter moistened a lot, and the cold should be cured.As if to comfort her, he paused before saying, "I have met something more dangerous than this before. Fighters flew by and bombs rang overhead."

Qing Ya eavesdropped in her ear, couldn't help covering her mouth, and said to her with gestures: Captain Cen really can't comfort people.

Gu Zeng laughed dryly, but fortunately the topic stopped in time.He paused for a moment, and the sound of the wind pierced through. Paris was still boiling at this time, and Cen was standing at the crossroads where people came and went today.

He said, "You can come back tomorrow, Gu Zeng, don't worry." Then he repeated, "Don't worry about me."

"it is good."

Gu Zeng is the kind of person who is easily influenced by others. The phone call Cen made today actually didn't help, but made her even more sad.There were dense itches running through the blood of her body, and she always thought about that time he told her that she had thought of being bombed to death.How did he feel then?
At five o'clock in the afternoon, a radio call from the control tower was received.Thinking that he was going to tell her the story of the young abstinent monk again, she couldn't help laughing while holding the microphone, and the colleagues around her looked at her curiously with sharp eyes.She turned around and hid her smile in her hair.

"I'm getting off the plane, let's have dinner together?" It seemed to be moistened by the wind, the voice was terribly sweet, and poppies bloomed in the low temperature.She lowered her voice and said, "Well, good."

"Coffee shop, is it okay?" Well, it's the rush hour, and the coffee shop should gather more than half of Changhong's employees.Before she had time to refuse, the person at the other end had already assumed her acquiescence.

"I'm still on the plane. It takes about 10 minutes to walk there. You can go slower."

There are many people in the coffee shop, and it is rare that there is still a place.Cen ordered cappuccino and western food today and is waiting.

She stared at the menu hard, but her mind was wandering.I feel that he is a little different from when he was in Atlanta. Now I feel very gentle. I can't imagine him smiling like this and smoking.

When the waiter brought up all the meals and he slowly cut the steak with a knife and fork, she was still walking slowly.

He has clean fingers and nice knuckles.The cuffs of the white shirt were lifted up a little, revealing her strong and slender arms, and then she asked the question she had been asking all along: "I seem to have scratched your hand before, why is there no scar now?" I observed it in Atlanta before. His hand has well-proportioned joints and no wounds, so he thought it was on his arm, but now there is no wound on his arm either.

"In the past few years, when we were doing border maintenance, we were often injured. The whole arm was broken and burned. One time it was serious, and then we had skin grafting." He put down the knife and fork, and exchanged the plates of the two.

"You can't see it at all now?"

"No." He lifted up his cuffs, and turned his arm to show her, "The skin tissue here was once necrotic, so it is not very flexible until now, leaving a scar." He raised his eyes and looked at it with a smile. She, "It's not very good-looking, so I'm not used to showing it."

"Will it still hurt?" She took a bite of beef and put it down.

Cen took a look at her today and already noticed, "You don't like it?"

"No, I'm not used to it."

She had never tried it before. In a crowded coffee shop, she just communicated with him without turning his eyes.Two flight attendants walked past them, and she clearly heard one of the girls say, "That's her, she came back together on the plane that time."

Suddenly he was a little embarrassed, as if in such a place, he was doomed to have strange looks, obviously he heard it too.

"I'll give you a change." After he asked the waiter to change to a Chinese meal, he simply put down the knife and fork, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and waited with her.

"Actually, there is no need to change it. It's just that I'm not used to it. It's still edible."

"It's okay, I just need to wait a little longer." He glanced at his watch, "Are you going to be on duty tonight?"

"unnecessary."

Continuing the conversation like this, he said that he would take her home later, just in time.Gu Zeng had no time to refuse, the Chinese food was served, so he had no choice but to eat it sullenly.

There wasn't much communication until they walked out of the coffee shop together. She lowered her head subconsciously and hummed, "I still have some clothes left in the dressing room. Why don't you go first so you don't have to see me off?"

He found the lighter with his hand along the pocket of his clothes, and played with it. There was the sound of the main unit of the air conditioner above his head. He probably didn't hear it clearly, so he asked again: "What did you just say?"

Suddenly, the base of the ear started to feel hot.There is a large square outside the coffee shop, and the music fountain reflects on his face with neon light.A little girl walked over, then turned around, stared at him, stared at him intently.She couldn't help but glanced at him several times, and unknowingly followed him towards the parking lot.

He still looked inquiringly, so Gu Zeng could only say, "It's snowing."

"When the first snow fell in Beijing, Lu Zhao was still wearing short sleeves in Guangzhou."

"What about Atlanta then?"

"Not sure, I've been back to China for a long time, Gu Zeng."

It seemed that some small thought had been smashed, and the heat on her face could not go down.

He really brought back the world-renowned Cattelan flower and put it on the car.Because it has been in the greenhouse, the color of the flowers and leaves is a bit dark.He turned on the headlights, sprinkled some mineral water in the flowerpot, and said to her, "You don't need to water it all the time, and you don't need to expose yourself to the sun." When he offered to send her off before, she had already refused, but it was obvious , he is really stubborn sometimes, people can't refuse, there is no way to refuse.

There was some congestion on the road, the cars were driving very slowly, and it happened to be snowing again. All the cars were crawling on the track like tortoises, orderly, and it was particularly tormenting.

He suddenly turned on the radio, and the female announcer happened to be telling the story of his first love. "When I was young, I was ignorant. I didn't think it was wrong to like someone. I knew that the other person didn't like me, and I waited without hesitation. Probably only the impulsiveness and affection at this age can spend the most beautiful years waiting."

Sometimes when I get tired of waiting and take a break, I will continue to wait without thinking about changing.

She and Lu have been very close all year round, and they even wore a pair of pants when they were young.Uncle Lu passed away very early, and Lu Zhongnian inherited the family business in his teens and moved to Paris.Perhaps it was because in the last days of Uncle Lu, he was busy maintaining the family business in Paris, always flying back and forth, and could not wholeheartedly be by his father's side. It's very good, I send her a lot of gifts every year, and treat her as my dearest person.

At that time, I always couldn't figure out the relationship, thinking that if he was kind to her, it was love.Later, I found out that it was not. He could give her many things, care, warmth, and caring, but there was no love. The relationship between them was family.

It’s not that I didn’t feel heartbroken in the past years, but now I feel very strange. Looking back, I will feel a little numb and uncomfortable. I will feel angry because I heard that he didn’t take the medicine, but I won’t suffer any more.

Mr. Xu Shen said that it was not a loss for her to spend ten years buying a brother who treated her like flesh and blood.

What about him?His ten years in exchange for what?What kind of story is that about the woman he likes?

I couldn't help turning my head to look at him, just in time to meet a red light, his hands were on the steering wheel, but his eyes turned around.With dark eyes, looking at a person is like seeing through the soul.

"Don't always listen to sad stories, it will make you vulnerable."

"I'm actually quite cheerful."

He pursed his lips and smiled: "I heard from Lu Zhao that you were still drinking heavily before?"

"Oh..." He lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.When she is nervous, she spreads her palms, crosses her fingers, and wraps them tighter and tighter. "Before she got grief, she was paranoid and didn't like to talk to others, so there were many times when she couldn't find anything to do. Will drink."

He didn't seem to care much, and continued to ask: "What about now?"

"Don't drink anymore."

"Will you be afraid?"

"what?"

"I."

The car was unimpeded, and soon arrived at the downstairs of her community. When it came to a complete stop, Gu Zeng still hadn't figured out what he meant.

"Have you ever heard that once bitten by a snake, you are afraid of well ropes for ten years?"

She touched her fingers and couldn't help laughing: "I heard that you have stayed in Atlanta for many years, but I didn't expect that your Chinese is so good."

"Don't change the subject." He naturally leaned over and unbuckled her seat belt, his voice close to his breath.I couldn't see his expression clearly, but Gu Zeng seemed to see him laughing.Every smile and every look, as he once said, can empathize.

"Gu Zeng, don't let your inner demons affect your judgment. How can a warm person be afraid of warmth?" His voice became clear, and it was poured into his ear acupoints with the whistling of the wind.She still heard clearly.

"Gu Zeng, don't be afraid of my approach."

(End of this chapter)