The next morning, Nanyang found out that Qing Huan had not slept well.
I was yawning when I brushed my teeth, I was yawning on the way to the airport, and I was still yawning when I checked in.
Because it is a variety show, the flight information has long been exposed to the fan base. There were many fans who came to drop off the plane at the airport, holding all kinds of support items, big and small gifts were desperately stuffed into Qinghuan's arms, Xiaoye kept picking it up beside him, and there were piles in his arms. Like a mountain.
The fans who were responsible for returning the pictures were carrying equipment, large or small, and the long shots were about to hit Nanyang's face.
There are also a few traitors in the fanbase. There are several cute-looking young ladies and sisters with the words of Boss Nan on the support towels hanging around their necks, and there are also several cameras that slapped Nan Yang mesmerizingly.
After the security check, they can be clean, but there are still many fans who are so powerful that they can enter the security check. There was still more than half an hour before takeoff. They sat in the waiting area and waited. Nan Yang watched the Kindle silently, and Qing Huan stood up and took out a large amount of candy that had been prepared long ago from the bag to distribute to the fans.
At first, the airport candy was a pet fan routine that the company asked her to do. Later, after her popularity stabilized, the company did not continue to ask for it. But she still brings a large bag of candy snacks every time, and distributes it to these little girls who don't even bother to eat breakfast in order to see her.
Fans are also moved, so one of the entries that she often writes for her is called #engraved in the bones of tenderness#.
How many top entertainers in the entertainment industry are willing to hand out candy to fans at the airport every time
The plane finally started to check tickets, and Qing Huan gave the fans the last bit of sugar and said goodbye with a formulaic smile. Xiaoye handed the pile of gifts to the bodyguard and hurriedly followed behind the two to check the tickets.
Due to some special reasons, the company did not buy first-class tickets, but the variety show team was in a hurry, so this time they rarely sat in economy class. A group of people in Wu Yangyang crowded together, but there was another kind of excitement. Many people noticed that there was a star coming, and they twisted their necks and stretched their necks to look here.
The tickets of the three of them are linked together. According to the position on the ticket, Nanyang sits by the window, Qinghuan sits in the middle, and Xiaoye sits in the aisle. But when he was seated, Nanyang supported the chair in the aisle and looked at Qinghuan: "You sit by the window."
She knew that Qing Huan liked to watch herself pass through the clouds when taking off, so she usually gave up the window seat.
Without the fans surrounded, Qing Huan's face finally removed the stalemate smile that had been stagnant for a long time, she walked to the innermost seat feebly and sat down, covering her mouth and yawning again.
Nanyang sat down beside her, helped her fasten her seat belt, and asked softly, "Are you still looking at clouds today?"
"No," Qing Huan shook her head, leaned over and leaned on Nan Yang's shoulder tiredly, her voice hoarse, "I'm so sleepy."
"Well, go to sleep then."
Nanyang raised his hand and put down the visor.
Qing Huan hugged Nanyang's left arm, buried her face in the white shirt on her shoulders, took a big mouthful of the plum fragrance in the fabric, and a muffled voice came from the shirt: "Nanyang, I really want to you."
The corners of Nanyang's eyes were bent, and he raised his hand and rubbed Qinghuan's long curly hair, "Aren't we together all the time?"
"Well," Qing Huan turned her face to the side, with a charming smile on the corners of her lips, "it's very strange, you've always been by my side, but I still miss you so much."
Nanyang smiled slightly.
"What about you?" Qing Huan's eyes narrowed gently, "Did you miss me?"
Nanyang pursed the corners of his lips and replied warmly, "You are by my side."
"But, don't you think that you miss each other every second you can't touch each other?" Qing Huan's fingers stroked Nan Yang's forearm and slowly slipped to the cuff, from the gap of the cuff buttons. Slipped in and scratched the skin of her wrist, "Nanyang, I miss you every second I can't touch you."
Nanyang's skin is sensitive, and the people around the economy class are crowded. Although Qing Huan's actions were not excessive, she immediately held her hand and her ears were slightly red: "Don't."
Qing Huan looked at the slender fingers on the back of her hand, her eyes wrinkled bitterly.
She can't figure out something now.
For example, is Nanyang at the moment, because he is reserved and does not allow himself to touch her in public, or because he still thinks about the old man in his heart and instinctively resents his closeness
What happened last night that made her suddenly remember the past
Is it a dish on the table? Or a decoration in the bedroom
Qing Huan buried her head in Nanyang's white shirt again, her sharp teeth biting a small piece of fabric.
She would never cook the dishes on the table last night for the rest of her life. Those dolls in the bedroom should be thrown away when they go back.
With her mind full of confused thoughts, she slept vaguely.
The moment Nanyang felt Qinghuan bite his clothes, he knew that the child fell asleep and was drooling. She took a tissue from her pocket with one hand and carefully placed it on Qing Huan's chin.
When they were on the mat, a small head suddenly turned around in the front row.
A little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was lying on the backrest, looking at them with bright eyes. The little girl wore a cute double ponytail and pinned a little butterfly hairpin. With a little movement, the pair of butterfly wings wearing colorful beads swayed flickeringly.
Nanyang has always liked children, especially cute children. Seeing that no one was looking at her, she bent the corner of her mouth towards the little girl.
The little girl blushed and said in a milky voice: "Sister, I'm your CP fan."
The curvature of Nanyang's lips froze.
Now such a small child knows the word CP powder
"Do you know what CP means?" Nanyang felt curious, she didn't know what it meant until she took the initiative to search for the word.
"My sister told me that if you like to see two people together, then they are their CP fans." The little girl blinked her big eyes and laughed with two dimples, "I especially like to see you in Let’s watch it together on my mother’s phone. Sometimes you will be on hot searches, and I will keep going in, keep clicking, and keep clicking, hoping to hold you high and let everyone see you.”
Nanyang couldn't help but laugh.
The little girl's mother also turned her head beside her, with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, we didn't intend to disturb you." After saying that, she took the little girl back and whispered, "I'll take off soon, and I'll be back. Don't you fasten your seat belt?"
The little girl struggled: "Wait, Mom."
She lay down on the backrest again, touched her hair with her small hand, took off her butterfly hairpin with flickering wings, stretched her arms and handed it to Nanyang: "Sister, little butterfly for you."
Nanyang didn't answer, just asked with his eyes bent: "You gave us the little butterfly, then you don't have it anymore."
The little girl shook her head: "I still have one in the dresser at home. Sister, this one is for you."
Nanyang looked at her mother and asked, "Can I accept it?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Nanyang would take the initiative to ask himself such a small question, and nodded hastily: "Of course, it's just a hairpin, you like to take it casually."
"Um."
Nanyang took the hairpin and pinched his fingertips lightly on the flapping wings.
Seeing that she accepted it, the little girl smiled contentedly, and now she obediently allowed her mother to carry her back to her seat.
Nanyang held the hairpin and watched it for a while. It is a very common hairpin, you can buy it for two yuan on the side of the road. It is made of stainless steel. The butterfly wings are tied to the middle end of the trunk by two small springs. The wings are covered with colorful beads, and they move slightly. The wings kept flipping up and down.
Nanyang touched the metal wings.
There was a small bump on the edge of the wing, and just as the fingertips were about to touch it, a small cut was scratched.
Nanyang frowned and looked at his bleeding fingers, and couldn't help sighing, how could this thing get on the plane, but his BM47 had to be checked in instead. At least the knife never cut her.
She pinched the sharp protrusion, exerted some internal strength to break it flat, touched it for a while, and then nodded in satisfaction after confirming that no one would be scratched.
Qing Huan, who fell asleep with her arms in her arms, snorted softly in her dream.
Nanyang looked at the quiet sleeping face, pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand, and carefully pinned the butterfly hairpin to Qinghuan's hair.
The little butterfly fluttered and fluttered, and stayed on the long curly hair that was hot and delicate and enchanting, like a gull just perched on the Qinghai wave of the classical Nishijin weaving and fine embroidery, as elegant as a Japanese painting.
Over time, the wings slowly flatten out. Nanyang stared at the wings that had stopped, without blinking for a moment.
After a long while, she opened her lips lightly, her shoulders floated, and she blew a breath at the wings.
The butterfly that got the east wind fluttered its wings happily again, rolling the strong light that penetrated through the stratosphere, reflected in Nanyang's smiling eyes.
Leaflet drank coffee beside him with shame.
Boss Nan is so naive.
An hour later, the plane arrived at Haojing Airport.
This time the pilot was very skilled, and there was no vibration at all when landing. The arrival information is broadcast in the plane, indicating that the seat belt can be unbuckled only after it has stopped. The volume of the broadcast was not low, and almost no one was still sleeping on the plane, except for Qing Huan, who fell unconscious while holding Nanyang's arm.
The door of the plane has been opened, and a broadcast to welcome passengers is heard in the cabin.
Xiaoye stood up first, blocking Nanyang and Qinghuan. Many people looked here curiously when they left. A few girls wanted to come over to sign autographs, but they were all scared away by Xiaoye's stinky face.
When everyone was almost gone, Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to wake up Qinghuan.
Nanyang raised his hand to interrupt her, "Let her sleep a little longer, and I'll carry her out."
Xiao Ye Kui, who was forced into dog food, gave Nan Yang enough space to come out with a smile.
Nanyang unfastened Qinghuan's seat belt, supported her arm, put her on his back, and picked her up skillfully. The two squeezed through the narrow passage, and when they reached the cabin door, the flight attendant and flight attendant who were standing there stared at them blankly.
Ho Kyung is a sunny day today.
The warm sunlight shrouded down, caressing the brows of all the travelers or returnees who landed.
The cold woman in a white shirt stepped steadily on each gangway grid, her pace was slow and orderly. On her back was a sleeping beautiful woman with long curly hair falling down, wrapping the white shirt of the woman in front, like a wisp of ink dripping into clear water. As they descended the gangway, a butterfly hairpin on the curly-haired woman's head fluttered its unique wings, and when viewed from a distance in the sun, it really seemed like a butterfly had landed in her hair.