93 "It doesn't matter."

Meng Liyue waited until she was tired, and finally saw Li Fuzheng coming back. She narrowed her eyes, and his figure was filled in her bright eyes: "I've been waiting for a long time, why are you so slow?"

Li Fuzheng looked at her, spread his long legs, and quickly came to her side.

Putting down the charcoal in his hand, he bent down, pressed his lips against hers, and said with a hint of laughter in his voice: "For you."

No one knew where he was hiding. Meng Liyue didn't notice him at all. Just like magic, a bunch of purple and pink wild flowers appeared in front of her.

In the dance of light, the petals bloom with beautiful colors.

She widened her eyes in surprise: "It's so beautiful."

"Take it home later."

"good!"

Meng Liyue couldn't let go of the flower and held it in her palm. She sniffed it and found the fragrance was very faint, with the lingering scent wafting in the wind.

Li Fu Zheng stared at the smile on her face, his eyes darkening.

I don't know who is the lucky man who has received her secret love and the man she has a crush on.

He couldn't help but grind his back teeth.

But it doesn't matter.

The rise and fall of Li Fuzheng's chest slowed down, and a faint curve appeared at the corners of his lips.

He is a very generous person. He has no right to interfere with the past. He never dwells on memories that cannot be changed. He only cares about the present.

At this moment, Meng Liyue was in front of him, with only him in her eyes. She had already confessed to him and said that she liked him.

Li Fuzheng believed what he saw. If she still had that man in her heart, she would not marry him.

It's just past tense. He is not so petty and would not get angry over such a small thing.

As for whether these thoughts are the truest thoughts in my heart, or are they used to numb myself...

Li Fuzheng kissed Meng Liyue's lips gently again: "Baby..."

Just at this time, both mothers came back.

Seeing this scene from a distance, they made faces and did not come closer.

Meng Liyue was enveloped by Li Fuzheng's aura. When she couldn't help but want to respond, she happened to catch a glimpse of someone not far away.

She pushed him away with a red face: "Mom is back."

Li Fuzheng straightened up calmly, with just a slight smile on his lips, not feeling embarrassed at all.

We camped and had a barbecue by the stream, and returned home in the evening.

These leisurely days without work and close to nature have come to an end, and Meng Liyue is still a little reluctant.

After sending the two ladies home, they were the only ones left in the car. Li Fuzheng rubbed her head and said, "Come back next time when I'm on vacation."

"good!"

Meng Liyue leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and looked at him quietly, her gaze moving from the man's straight nose down, muttering to herself: "Hubby, you are so handsome..."

"Um?"

"Nothing."

She pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, and she refused to repeat it.

Li Fuzheng drove without looking around, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Before going to work, Meng Liyue received an apology email from the TG618 crew. The words used were quite sincere, and the crew had put away their previous arrogance.

She heard that the crew had been punished and had their salaries and bonuses deducted. She estimated that the airline would not arrange for them to fly the relevant routes for some time in the future.

The matter could basically end here, Meng Liyue had already calmed down, and this result had already proved that she was right...

The good weather in the city only lasted for a short time. Since the beginning of work in the first month of the lunar calendar, the meteorological center has been sending thunderstorm forecasts.

However, it was mainly concentrated at night. The work instructions at the seat during the day were not complicated. It was not until nightfall that large green rain balls began to approach, blocking the route.

Civil aviation routes are not wide enough, and flights have been applying for maneuvers one after another, but there are air force activities on both sides.

"On approach, there is weather due north of me, can I go out to the right and make a detour? Jinxiu 2250."

After confirming, Meng Liyue replied: "Jinxiu 2250, there are activities on both sides."

"Can I take two miles? Jinxiu 2250."

"Jinxiu 2250, now it can't be deviated in a sea."

The pilot's helpless response came from the radio channel: "But if you keep asking me to fly like this, there's good weather ahead, Jinxiu 2250."

Meng Liyue frowned, but her mood remained calm: "Jinxiu 2250, how many nautical miles do you need? What direction do you plan to change to?"

"Turn right 350, go three miles, Jinxiu 2250."

"Jinxiu 2250, wait a moment."

Meng Liyue briefly looked away from the radar screen and asked the monitor to call the acting director: "Director, Jinxiu 2250 needs some coordination. I need to ask the Air Force if they can give us some airspace now."

I just got a reply very quickly and there is no space at the moment.

Meng Liyue could also understand that each airline had different regulations regarding the issue of weather detours. At this time, the crew members were also waiting anxiously, and they also hoped to get an immediate reply.

But as a controller, she was not idle and kept asking questions and coordinating. If she was rejected, she could only reply to the crew in a ruthless tone.

She pressed the microphone and calmly made a suggestion: "Jinxiu 2250, there is no room for maneuver now. You have the final say on which direction to turn. If you must deviate immediately, you can announce panpan."

Panpan is an emergency signal in aviation terminology. When the crew issues a panpan, it indicates that they have encountered an emergency, but the situation does not immediately endanger flight safety.

After the crew announced panpan, Meng Liyue would contact the acting class teacher again to communicate with the military aviation liaison and organize the air force aircraft to deviate from the route to make way for the crew, as they had a higher priority.

However, Meng Liyue also knew that most domestic flights would not declare an emergency at will. After all, after landing, various reports and investigations would follow, and everyone wanted to save trouble in their hearts.

"Then I'll just live normally for now. If there's room, please let me know. Jinxiu 2250."

Sure enough, it was just as she expected.

Meng Liyue hopes that flights entering her sector can receive more reasonable guidance, but her power is limited and often things go against her wishes.

However, she still kept a close eye on the weather problems on this route, and used every break in command to explain the situation to the class teacher and try her best to coordinate.

Finally, after five minutes, she got a response and was able to issue an order: "Jinxiu 2250, you can now move two nautical miles to the right."

"Received, two nautical miles to the right, Jinxiu 2250, thank you."

Meng Liyue smiled gently.

The relationship between air traffic controllers and pilots should not be one of conflict, but under the constraints of various regulations and requirements, this contradiction has gradually been magnified, and more and more pilots are complaining about them.

She could only do her best to provide correct guidance for their voyage.

Li Fuzheng is still on vacation today. He came to pick up Meng Liyue. As they got in the car, she told him about the deviation of the Jinxiu crew that night.

By the way, I complained: "Domestic crews are very cautious, but if it were a foreign airline, they would dare to shout mayday directly."