Life With You

Song Xi took a train for nearly four hours from Mincheng to Nancheng across the province. He left the station and hurried to the airport without stopping. When she arrived at the airport, she fetched tickets and went through security checks. She was afraid that she would not be able to go back to Night City, so Sitting in the waiting room, seeing the people around them all looked relaxed, and then I gradually felt relieved.

Only less than 20% of the phone’s phone was left. Song Xi tossed over the text message sent to George Sheng. It was a little too many. It was almost seven o’clock now. Did you see it? You won't reply?

At one time, she thought that her mobile phone was owed, and she couldn't receive the text messages returned by someone else, so she called Han Chunmeng very carefully, and finally determined that it was not her problem.

After chatting for a while, the phone reminded me that there was only 10% left. Song Xi hung up, hesitated and called George Sheng.

The phone rang five times before being connected. George Sheng didn't speak. Song Xi glanced at the screen. The number of seconds was still increasing. She tentatively said, "Hello? There was a cry.

George Sheng returned a lukewarm ‘um’.

Seeing him listening, Song Xi couldn't help but said, "Did you talk to Yuan Bao about boiling Chinese medicine?"

She didn't see George Sheng's completely cold face. How would he tell Yuan Bao? Let Yuanbao come to his house to make medicine for him?

She was in a particularly upset mood, but George Sheng didn't want to let her know, so he didn't bother to lose his temper with her. He just replied indifferently, "Is that the matter?"

Song Xi said, "Don't bother with ingots. I was afraid that I would not be able to go back and drink Chinese medicine without breaking, so I said hello to you in advance. Now I am sure I can go back and wait for me to go home at night."

George Sheng heard this, even though his face was expressionless, there was still something strange in his heart. After a brief pause for two seconds, he asked aloud, "Isn't Mincheng a typhoon?" How did she come back?

Song Xi said, "I'm in Nancheng. When I texted you, I already booked a ticket to Nancheng. Mincheng can't fly. I will fly from Nancheng to Night City."

George Sheng himself was aware of the obvious emotional fluctuations, and he was particularly reluctant to pay attention to her the previous second. This second...

"You played well in advance." He was neither hot nor salty, nor could he tell whether it was praise or teasing, but only he knew it well and he was in a much better mood.

Song Xi curled her lips, smiled and replied: "That is, I must do what is promised, and I am a professional doctor with great professional quality. The patient's body is here, always in the first place. of."

George Sheng listened to her triumphant tone, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and her thin lips opened, "Typhoon can't keep you, it seems you are determined to make it harder."

In other words, she came back specially to force him to drink Chinese medicine.

Song Xi smiled, "I..."

George Sheng only heard her laugh, and suddenly there was no sound in the phone. He looked at it again and the phone was hung up.

Waiting for her to call again, one minute, two minutes, five minutes... George Sheng gave her a past.

"Sorry, the call you dialed is turned off."

Song Xi was chatting happily. The phone ran out of power. She wanted to find a place to charge, but she was waiting in line to board the plane not far away.

After getting on the plane, Song Xi was in a good mood for no reason. It may be that after so long toss, he is finally going home this time. It is just that the so-called people are on the embarrassing journey.

During the two-hour flight, the plane had obvious turbulence in the middle of the flight. To talk about the magnitude of the turbulence, Song Xi's sleep quality was also awakened.

The passengers next to him looked nervous, and Song Xi was also a little scared. After all, the feeling of not touching the ground was insecure.

When she was a child, she learned motorcycles and driving, but she would not drive away for fear of emergencies; she learned to swim, for fear of drowning in water; she studied medicine, for fear that her family and friends would get sick; in short, everything she learned was to improve her sense of security. She hasn’t found a way to solve it by flying alone. After all, she can’t learn to fly.

After she woke up, there was still more than a minute of continuous turbulence in the plane. At the most obvious time, it was like the entire plane was falling rapidly, and people were weightless, not to mention the heart in the chest, which followed.

The night indicator lights up and the voice of the stewardess is heard from the broadcast, "Dear friends and passengers, the aircraft is currently being bumped due to strong air currents due to the weather. Please keep your seat belts fastened..."

Someone behind him muttered, "Is it raining outside?"

"I don't know. I heard that a strong typhoon in Mincheng landed today and it was raining heavily in several nearby provinces. Before I boarded the plane, I checked the weather in Yecheng and said it was still raining in Yecheng tonight."

Song Xi leaned in the chair, silently reciting the Lord Amen for a while, and then told herself that she was an atheist and that she had to insist on science to change her destiny... But science is a **** at the moment, let's bless the Buddha.

During the two-hour flight, I experienced three turbulences and two obvious shakings. When the plane arrived over the night city airport, everyone was crying with joy.

Song Xi's eyes stared like light bulbs, and this time he was really not sleepy at all.

When the plane was taxiing on the runway, the stewardess told everyone through the radio that it was raining outside and asked everyone to prepare rain shelter.

When Song Xi came out of the hospital, she did bring an umbrella, but the umbrella was confiscated during the security check. Now she is a lonely person, and she has a bag with no big face.

When getting off the plane, Song Xi deliberately stopped and walked behind. Anyway, it was early to get out of the rain. She might as well wait till the end and run quickly.

Thinking about this, she became the last passenger to come out of the entire plane. The stewardess smiled at her and welcomed her to take the next time. Song Xi thought, take it easy.

Looking sideways, there was heavy rain outside and there were few passengers with umbrellas. Most umbrellas did not comply with the carry-on regulations and had to be checked. So at first glance, everyone was running to the shuttle bus under the rain.

Song Xi put the small bag on her head and was about to rush out. Suddenly she lowered her head. She saw a black umbrella walking up from the bottom square. The top of the umbrella was huge, covering the people inside. The stairs of the plane were only so narrow that Song Xi didn't want to squeeze with people, so she stood on it and wanted to wait for people to come up before she walked.

After a short dozen or so steps, as the black umbrella gradually approached, Song Xi saw a pair of black leather shoes, black trousers, and then a black shirt. It was a man.

Song Xi didn't think much about it. She only waited until the man stepped on the last step. She was about to rush out, only to see the top of the umbrella lifted, revealing the beautiful face under the umbrella.

In an instant, Song Xi thought he had seen a ghost through the strands of water flowing down from the tip of the umbrella, so he took a breath of fright and stood motionless.

The stewardess in the plane was also full of surprises when he saw George Sheng. Imagine a dark night, pouring rain outside, a god-like man, holding a black umbrella and appearing in front of him. Whoever he is around will think this is an illusion. One game.