New York, LaGuardia Airport.
"boom-"
The heat wave was rolling, the air was thick and sticky, and the huge roar of the engine was like a howling, tearing apart the smooth blue sky. A blue and white plane swooped down from the sky, slid forward for more than 2,000 meters and then stabilized slowly. Airport ground staff and tractors swarmed up, everyone wrapped in a layer of sticky sweat, and sent the newly landed plane to the terminal.
In the terminal building, which is a kilometer away from the airport runway, there are more than a dozen children lying on their stomachs beside the clear and tall floor-to-ceiling windows. The children's dark and bright eyes were full of fiery light, their eyes were focused on the plane closest to the terminal, and their mouths kept chattering.
"The plane I was on when I came—"
"so big!"
"Mom, will we go up, that big plane!"
Fucheng dragged the suitcase and passed through the children's excited shouts.
Today is the Independence Day holiday, and there are tourists visiting New York everywhere. The traffic at the airport is obviously much larger than usual.
It was almost time to board the plane, so he quickened his pace and walked towards gate 67.
"Evan!"
The shouts were immediately drowned in the noisy voices of the airport.
"Evan Fu!"
The leather shoes made an inaudible rubbing sound against the marble floor, Fu Cheng turned his head and saw the blond man walking towards him.
A thick layer of hairspray was applied to the blond mid-length hair, and it was stroked back, clinging to the scalp, properly exposing the owner's imperfect hairline. He strode up to Fucheng, and was about to introduce himself, when he saw the young man in front of him raised his lips and stretched out his hand towards him with a gust of spring breeze blowing his face.
"Richard, we met in Newark."
"So you still remember me." Richard showed his white teeth, and he extended his hand to shake Fucheng. "I haven't seen you for a few months. Why are you here? There are very few international flights to LaGuardia. Which city are you going to?"
The complexion of Chinese people is mostly not as white as that of Westerners, but when the light fell on his face, it was as white as porcelain, outlining a clear and smooth jawline, which made Richard admire in his heart.
"Boston."
The clear voice brought back his reason, and Richard came back to his senses: "Boston? Hey, why do you go to the terminal and don't just find a crew to take a ride? Oh, I remembered, you Chinese people always don't like Go through your own back door, even if it is such a common thing. You didn't go through the VIP channel, so you didn't buy a business class ticket?"
Fucheng's eyes showed helplessness: "Independence Day holiday, you know, it's not bad to be able to buy economy class. There are still 40 minutes to board the plane."
Richard looked up at the giant LED screen hanging from the top of the airport and found the flight information: "American Airlines flight 2186? Let me take you to the crew lounge, say hello, and board the plane with the crew."
"How dare you—"
Richard smiled, but before he could speak, the black-haired young man twisted his hand holding the suitcase, his thin wrist turned at an imperceptibly small angle, and his posture changed, as if he had been following him from the very beginning. behind him.
"Where's the lounge?"
Richard froze for a moment, then laughed.
"Come with me."
The crew lounge is not far from the boarding gate. Fucheng pulled the suitcase and followed Richard to the door of the lounge.
The long and narrow corridor separates the lounge from the airport hall, halfway through, there is no noise, only the echo of footsteps can be heard. The well-dressed stewardess stood in front of the automatic glass door of the lounge, with blond hair and blue eyes, bright red lips, bending over and smiling at the people passing by.
Richard walked over: "This is a friend of mine, a colleague. Is it convenient to arrange for him to enter the lounge and board the plane with the crew?"
Unexpectedly, the stewardess showed a look of surprise. She glanced at Fucheng, and whispered to Richard: "Captain, there are some problems."
The flight attendant's tense expression caught Richard's attention. He turned to Fucheng and said, "Evan, let me ask what's wrong first." He walked aside with the flight attendant and said a few words softly. Richard came back soon, he sighed apologetically and said: "I'm sorry, my friend, there is a special guest in the lounge, and several senior executives are in there, as well as some captains. I'm afraid I have to I went in and took a look. I can't take you on the plane, so I really don't know what to say."
Fu Cheng felt disappointed, but shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Richard."
Richard watched the young man pull the suitcase and disappear at the end of the corridor.
The automatic glass doors of the lounge opened to both sides, and Richard strode into the lounge. The elegant symphony slowly flowed out from the high-end stereo, which made him slow down involuntarily. Passing by the sofa seat by the window, the senior officers in uniform, the captains, surrounded the corner seat, leaving only a gap.
Behind the gap is the busy runway of LaGuardia Airport. Richard vaguely saw a black hair appearing and disappearing in the gap. The stark contrast to the stark white runway.
Well, let him see who the special guest is.
***
There are especially many passengers departing from New York to Boston. Fucheng is at the end of the economy class line. Looking forward, you can only see black heads.
After boarding the plane, he found that the person sitting next to him was a ten-year-old girl.
This is so strange, common sense says that parents will definitely sit with their children. If you don't get a ticket that connects you, Fucheng is happy to exchange seats with the other party. Soon, he understood why. A mother traveled to New York with two children. The five-year-old boy was arranged by her side, and the ten-year-old girl could only sit in a corridor.
American Airlines flight 2186 used an ERJ-190 passenger plane, with four seats in a row in the economy class, separated by two.
Entrusted by the girl's mother, Fucheng agreed to help take care of the little girl.
He looks like the kind of guy who would take care of kids
Children's interest in airplanes will not diminish because of the number of times they have been on the plane, and they will always enjoy it.
The girl didn't calm down until the plane took off, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the sky and the land outside the window.
Fu Cheng suddenly said, "Did you see that river?"
The girl nodded excitedly: "That's the Hudson River!"
Fucheng's voice is elegant and gentle, like a piper in colorful clothes who bewitches children into the swamp. While switching the LED screen in front of the girl to the music screen, he picked up the earphones for her. "I think this piece is very suitable for listening to now."
The girl looked at the words on the screen: "This is "The Blue Danube", and that is the Hudson River!"
Fucheng looked at her seriously: "This plane will take you to the beautiful blue Danube."
The girl looked at the reddish eyes of the young man from staying up late, at this moment, Fu Cheng gently inserted the earphones into her ears. The cold temperature of her fingertips made her skin cool, but her face was hot. The natural shyness towards the good-looking opposite sex will not change with age. The heart beat faster, the girl avoided her eyes, nodded while muttering, obediently listened to the song and stopped talking.
After staying up all night, crossing the Pacific Ocean, and flying from China to the United States, he was almost exhausted.
When the girl calmed down, Fu Cheng closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Consciousness sinks, sinks again...
Countless figures swayed in front of the eyes, the camera clicked, and the flash light dazzled the eyeballs. The man's voice passed through the microphone and came out of the speaker. All the sounds around him disappeared in an instant, and he fell into an ice cellar. The obsession and longing he once had suddenly turned into the coldest piece of ice in the depths of the polar cold river. .
Just like the voice of that person announcing the death penalty, it was so ruthless that no trace of ups and downs could be heard.
"I declare that on June 13, 2019, the accident of Log Air Flight 318 will stop all investigations."
"Do not!"
His blood froze.
With both hands, he violently pushed away all the reporters and security guards blocking him like a beast. The body was empty, and so was the heart, leaving only the remaining muscles and a strong desire to support his frantic desire to see that person's face clearly again.
that's not you...
That's not you!
Zhuo…
Zhuo, Zhuo...
"boom-"
An ear-shattering explosion came from outside the cabin, and Fu Cheng instantly opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. Almost at the same moment as the explosion sounded, he grabbed the girl beside him with his left hand, and wrapped her upper body into his own. arms.
Screams and cries filled the cabin, one or two luggage racks were knocked open, and the scattered luggage knocked people's heads to pieces.
The plane was turbulent violently, and the seat belts tied around the waist held everyone tenaciously, preventing them from being thrown away due to the irregular movement of the plane.
The girl in her arms cried out in fear.
"boom-"
There was another explosion, as if the roller coaster had encountered another bend, the plane descended rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness penetrated the scalp from the soles of the feet, and the world was spinning.
Hold!
Fu Cheng raised his head and roared loudly: "Anti-collision posture!"
"Bend down, bow your head, hug your knees!"
At this time, there were no screams, only crying one after another.
The plane was like a high-altitude roller coaster, bumping up and down, shaking the world in front of me into ghost images.
A second stretched extremely long.
Maybe it took a minute, or maybe a year, the plane slowly stabilized.
Fu Cheng held the girl in his arms and waited for thirty seconds before raising his head. The first thing he looked at was the left wing. He is sitting on the left. The eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a dark gap lying directly above the left wing. After the aluminum alloy was cut, the edge was jagged and rolled outward. A dark red fire glowed from the depths of the crack, like the underworld fire from hell.
The engines are blocked under the wings and are not clearly visible from this position.
The passengers were still in shock, shaking their bodies one by one, raising their heads and looking around like Fucheng.
"boom-"
"Ah, God, God!"
"Am I dying..."
"Help me, please help me."
The plane was turbulent for another half a minute before returning to calm.
Only then did the flight attendants have the opportunity to come out of the preparation room to appease the restless hearts of the passengers and teach them how to protect themselves.
The sound of vomiting and crying intertwined in the cabin, Fushiro gritted his teeth, and after carefully checking whether the seat belt was fastened for the girl, he raised his hand.
The stewardess staggered over.
A few strands of hair, which should have been meticulous, were torn out due to the collision, and fell messily on the cheeks. The wound on the forehead no longer bleeds, but the horrible blood hole is still frightening. No one dares to think about whether the flight attendant was sitting in the chair and fastened her seat belt at the moment of the plane crash.
Even so, she still struggled to pull out a smile, leaned over and asked, "Sir, what do you want?"
Fucheng lowered his voice, and pointed to her quietly at the left wing outside the porthole: "There was a crack in the left wing near the engine room, about 30 centimeters from the visual inspection, and there was a fire on the left wing. It was suspected that the engine was damaged. "
The flight attendant's face changed suddenly, and she saw the huge gap.
"Thank you, sir, I'll report to the cockpit right now."
"there's one more thing."
"gentlemen?"
The dark-haired young man's eyes were dark, soaked in the deep night. But it was not darkness, but a starry sky full of brilliance on the night, which contained confidence, tenacity, firmness and hope. He spoke every word, and his tone was unquestionable and deeply convincing.
"In addition, tell the captain that there is an active pilot of Huaguo Donghua Airlines on board, who is proficient in all aircraft types in active service and has a flight qualification license for ERJ-190—"
"Available when needed."
The astonishment on the flight attendant's face gradually turned into surprise, and the despair buried deep in her heart that she didn't dare to think about seemed to be infected at this moment. The young man in front of her lit a light, reflecting through the abyss, illuminating her almost giving up. heart of.
She bowed deeply.
"Thank you, I'll go right away!"