Chapter 42 "What does it have to do with him?"

In the middle of the night, Meng Liyue was soundly asleep. She turned over without realizing it and rolled into Li Fuzheng's arms.

I sensed the heat source in my dream, moved closer out of habit, and found an extremely comfortable position to snuggle up to.

Li Fuzheng instinctively hugged her, his arms tightly around the woman's back, and his chin resting on the top of her head, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was not until he opened his eyes earlier and found them hugging and sticking to each other with almost no gap that his body's strong reaction was awakened by the soft touch.

The sweet fragrance of Meng Liyue's body permeated every pore until he quietly let go of her, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. His fingertips seemed to still feel the delicate and tender skin...

He stayed in the bathroom longer than ever before.

"Let's go eat."

Li Fu Zheng avoided the topic and walked out as usual without even looking at Meng Liyue.

Although she found it strange, she didn't think about it any further. She simply washed up and went to the living room, where she heard him say, "I have work later."

He did not have two full days off this time. The company dispatcher calculated his 48 hours of rest time according to civil aviation regulations and arranged a shift for him tonight, during the 49th hour.

We are determined to squeeze the energy of every pilot in the company to the extreme.

This has been the case for most major airlines since the summer travel season began, with all civil aviation personnel, including aircraft, operating at high loads.

Meng Liyue sighed briefly: "After returning to China, you have experienced this kind of pain... No one can escape it, just get used to it slowly."

Li Fuzheng raised his eyebrows: "Who was it that Lou Huaizhi who told you this?"

"What does it have to do with him? He's not the only pilot I know."

"Um."

Meng Liyue thought for a moment and asked him: "...Where are you flying tonight?"

"Hongqiao, if there is a delay, make an alternate landing at Pudong."

Hongqiao Airport closes at 11pm every night, so flights arriving after that time can only land in Pudong.

Nowadays, narrow-body aircraft are still the main aircraft in China, and their number is larger. Wide-body aircraft mostly operate on popular routes. The A330 of Central China Airlines is also mostly used in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and some international routes, so Li Fuzheng also flies to these places more frequently.

He had to stay overnight. Before he left, Meng Liyue waited for him to pack his suitcase and waved, "Bye."

I thought he would just leave. For some reason, Li Fuzheng suddenly turned around, lowered his eyes, and asked gloomily, "That's all?"

"…What else?"

Li Fuzheng raised his eyebrow and said, "For example, wish me a safe journey."

"I thought you would think these were just meaningless blessings."

Rather than a blessing from others, Li Fuzheng probably trusted his own flying skills and the cooperation among various positions in the industry, keeping safety firmly in his hands.

She knows him very well.

"If it were in the past, yes." Li Fuzheng did not deny it, and his eyes did not shift at all.

"So now, what's different?"

Meng Liyue asked cautiously; she was not sure what answer she wanted to hear.

"What's the difference between you and someone who has nothing to do with me?"

He laughed, and the curve of his sharp thin lips softened.

Listening to the loud whistling noise beside her ears, Meng Liyue's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she blushed as she uttered, "Then I wish you a safe landing and no delays."

The last four words, Li Fu Zheng, are urgently needed now.

He nodded and said seriously, "Thank you for your good words."

Meng Liyue thought he was about to leave, but she didn't expect that the man who had just pulled out the trolley and was about to drag the flight case and overnight bag out would return and take a step forward.

The sense of oppression brought by his figure made her subconsciously want to step back, but he hooked her waist and pulled her closer.

In the panic, his eyes fell on Li Fuzheng's shoulder. His pilot's shoulder straps revealed silent solemnity and glory.

"I almost forgot one more thing."

"What?"

Li Fuzheng said in a low voice: "I will send you a message before takeoff."

After giving the notice, he finally left, leaving Meng Liyue standing there alone, her cheeks red and hot, and she inevitably looked forward to his news.

What will he post?

Meng Liyue was not originally a person who liked to use mobile phones. One reason was that she had undergone surgery for myopia and was afraid that it would affect her eyesight.

The second reason is that she doesn’t want her attention to be diverted too much by fragmented things, which would affect her concentration and memory.

But today was a rare occasion. As soon as he left Lifuzheng, he held his cell phone. He knew exactly what time his flight would take off, but he couldn't help but take a look every few minutes.

Finally, half an hour before the plane took off, I received the message.

photo.

Taken from the cockpit, you can see a few human figures in the brightly lit terminal.

"Leave."

Concise and to the point is indeed his usual style.

She laughed out loud, and suddenly remembered her time as an intern on the tower.

In fact, staying at the control tower will give you a greater sense of accomplishment in commanding every aircraft's takeoff and landing.

The approach control unit was in a closed hall, far away from the airport control area, unable to see the runway or the aircraft, and could only communicate with the pilots via radio.

Even, it is not well known.

But she still fell in love with this job. Every time she pressed the ptt button, the crisp sound was followed by a clear instruction to send the chaotic planes in the sky to their respective positions. The sense of accomplishment was also indescribable.

"Safe rise and fall."

She thought carefully before sending the message. There was no reply from Li Fuzheng, which meant he must have already issued the take-off command.

She was so sleepy that she didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, he landed smoothly and before the Hongqiao Airport closed.

Li Fuzheng sent another photo. This time, the man, who was in a good mood, actually raised two fingers towards the tarmac.

She could even imagine the corners of his mouth curled up slightly with pride.

After all, not only was he not delayed, but he also arrived earlier because of a favorable wind during the flight.

Although an airplane needs headwind for takeoff and landing, once it reaches a certain altitude, it is actually beneficial to have a tailwind.

It was already midnight, and she replied, "Good night."

I put my phone down and went back to sleep.

The next day, Meng Liyue's rest time was over and the unbearable night shift came.

Mu Cheng was also there tonight, but he was mainly training new people. Seeing the young man standing next to him, she couldn't help but pray for him.

I hope he can withstand the huge pressure from Director Mu...

…

Li Fuzheng flew three flights and was lucky. On the last flight to Hecheng, he just entered the control area of ​​Hecheng when he heard a familiar clear voice in the channel: "Jinxiu 3725, maintain 5400, pay attention to the high altitude descent and keep a good distance."

Meng Liyue is in charge of the high sector from 4,000 to 6,000 meters tonight, and all aircraft will start their approach procedures from her.

"Brother Zheng, I'm here to contact ..."

After returning from Shenzhen today, the co-pilot asked Li Fuzheng to practice ground-to-air telephone conversations.

He agreed decisively and was not stingy in giving newcomers opportunities.

Including the early approach to Shenzhen and the area adjustments along the way, it was the co-pilot who was communicating, and he thought it was him at this moment.

The captain, who had been very aloof all the way, was quick to speak before him, his voice deep and charming, with a hint of smile: "Hecheng Approach, hello, Zhongnan 8861, altitude 5400, answering machine 4937, at your command."

The co-pilot turned his head in shock: "?"

Before air traffic control could respond, the plane suddenly started to shake violently, and there were even a few screams from passengers in the cabin.