Sisters Yan Jiang and Song Ci have been neighbors since childhood. They live on the same floor of the same building, with a walkway between their front doors.
Song Fei has been a genius girl since she was young. She is liked by teachers, flattered by students, and praised by neighbors when they see her.
Song Fei is the star in the sky, and Yan Jiang is the dust on the ground.
Once, Song Fei witnessed Yan Jiang being bullied by his classmates. She just watched from a distance and did not help. Yan Jiang dragged his injured body back home and saw Song Fei at his door. He felt ashamed.
Song Fei leaned against the wall, her tender and beautiful face showing an expression of arrogance and disdain that Yan Jiang would never be able to learn.
"It's useless." Song Fei's voice was as cold as she was.
Yan Jiang lowered his head deeply.
He was so timid and inferior that he didn't even have the courage to refute a little girl.
After scolding Yan Jiang, Song Fei suddenly pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket. She pressed the bottle into Yan Jiang's hand. Yan Jiang finally looked up, bewildered and puzzled.
Song Fei stared at the wound on his face and said, "Next time they hit you, just pour this on them."
Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment before asking, "What is this?"
Song Fei said: "Venom."
Yan Jiang asked again: "What will happen to them if this is poured on them?"
Song Fei said: "He will die."
Yan Jiang: “…”
Later, Yan Jiang mustered up the courage to die together with his partner, and poured the bottle of medicine on the face of the boy who led the bullying.
The other party did not die, but he developed a red sore on his face which festered for two months. After it healed, he never dared to bully Yan Jiang again.
Song Fei is a poisonous person.
Yan Jiang accidentally touched this poison when he was seventeen years old and was poisoned for nearly ten years.
Memories returned, and Yan Jiang reached out to touch the long silver chain around his neck. After stroking the necklace for a long time, he finally let out a bitter laugh. "Song Song."
Looking at Song Ci, Yan Jiang smiled and said to her: "Song Song, in the future, even if you know someone's secret, don't tell it in front of the person concerned." His eyes were red with laughter, and suddenly he murmured in a low voice: "I am a very stingy person. I like her. It's better for me to keep it to myself."
Hearing this, Song Ci felt a pang of sadness in her heart again.
"So, do you believe me now?"
Yan Jiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Believe!"
Hearing this, Song Ci's tense back finally relaxed.
The two sat in silence for a moment, then Yan Jiang finally spoke up, "That night at the bar, you told me you finally believed that if you died, if anyone would cry for you, it would be me..."
Yan Jiang frowned, and lovingly tidied up the messy hair on Song Ci's forehead. He asked distressedly, "Was I with you when you died?"
The tears that Song Ci had finally stopped burst out again.
She nodded vigorously, tears falling on the carpet. "You stayed with me, Jiang. You were always there for me. When I died, you were the only one crying for me."
Yan Jiang smiled.
He missed Song Fei's death, but fortunately when Song Ci died, he didn't let her go to the underworld alone.
Yan Jiang stood up, pointed his finger at Song Ci's face and said, "This time, no matter what you do, I will accompany you." After that, Yan Jiang turned and went into the kitchen.
He made two cups of coffee and put a few more sugar cubes in Song Ci's cup. Yan Jiang handed the coffee to Song Ci and said, "Drink it. Drink less bitter coffee in the future. Girls should drink sweet things."
"Then why do you like to drink bitter things?"
Yan Jiang shook his head.
He poked his chest, shook his head with a half-smile and said, "It's bitter here, it can't be sweet."
Song Ci knew the source of Yan Jiang's pain, but she was powerless to do anything.
Song Ci couldn't drink it because it was too hot. She put the coffee on the table and heard Yan Jiang ask her, "What do you want me to do for you?"
Song Ci: "I want to get my sister out."
Yan Jiang's eyes straightened, and he asked her hesitantly: "How to do it? If you bring it out directly, Mu Mian will definitely get suspicious."
Song Ci said: "It's very simple. I will let her walk out of the nursing home by herself."
Yan Jiang was a little surprised.
He looked at Song Ci, staring at her face for a long time. After realizing what this girl was up to, Yan Jiang took a sip of coffee to calm himself down.
That night, Song Ci slept in the guest room of Yan Jiang's house.
At five o'clock in the morning, Song Ci was woken up by a phone call.
Song Ci answered the phone and heard a gentle male voice say, "Ms. Song, please arrive at Terminal 31, T3, Wangjiangshan Airport before 6:40 this morning. You will observe the flight today and fly to Shunchen City, returning in three days."
Officially on the job!
Song Ci was completely awake. "Okay, I understand."
Song Ci didn't know when Han Zhan would go on a business trip, and was afraid of wasting Han Zhan's time, so Song Ci had already packed her luggage and put it in the trunk of the car, ready at all times.
In this way, once Han Zhan summons him, Song Ci will be able to arrive at the first time!
Song Ci arrived at the airport at 6:20.
When she arrived, another colleague, Song Shiqing, had already arrived ten minutes earlier. This was the second time they met. Song Ci took off her baseball cap and said good morning to Song Shiqing. "Good morning, Brother Song, why are you here so early?"
Song Shiqing smiled and said, "To be honest, in order to do this job well, I rented a house near the airport." Song Shiqing is a retired air force soldier. He has two children to support. He values this job very much. In order to do this job well, he simply rented a house near the airport.
When Song Ci heard this, he suddenly felt that he was wasting his time on trivial matters.
Look at Brother Song’s awareness.
During the conversation, the captain arrived.
The captain was a veteran who had worked with Han Zhan for three years. His name was Xiong Jian. He was also a retired Air Force officer, with a dark complexion and small, puffy eyes. But those two black pupils were as sharp and piercing as an eagle's.
Xiong Jian didn't talk much, but he had already known that there was a young girl among the trainee pilots recruited this time.
He doesn't discriminate against women, but he doesn't pamper women either.
During the routine pre-takeoff inspection, Xiong Jian asked Song Ci and Song Shiqing to observe and learn. Airport staff would also inspect Han Zhan's business jet before takeoff, but Xiong Jian was uneasy and had to check it again himself.
It is always right to be cautious.
Xiong Jian inspected every detail meticulously, not missing a single detail: the fuel tank, the rotor, the tail, the pitot tube cover... Song Ci didn't dare to be careless and humbly followed Xiong Jian, watching him operate.
After a series of checks and confirming that everything was normal, Xiong Jian ticked a row of boxes on the checklist.
Just after the inspection, three men and two women were seen walking towards the plane. Han Zhan was in the crowd, standing in the center position. It seemed that these people knew Han Zhan's true identity.
After getting on the plane, Li Li and the other three consciously found seats to sit down, leaving the last seat for Han Zhan.
After Han Zhan sat down, a male waiter came over and asked him, "Mr. Han, what kind of tea would you like to drink today?"
Han Zhan said, "Goji berry tea."
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