the years when i was in heaven

At 05:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

Ming Li opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight and turned on his phone. The time displayed on the screen was exactly the same as the alarm clock.After confirming, get out of bed, wash up, and don't miss the warm and soft quilt at all.

The phone screen was still on, and a WeChat message popped up.Mingli jumped from the sink to the bedside, brushing his teeth while clicking on the message.

Today is another weekend day: the big meal is in place, waiting for the good news.

Ming Li smiled, more than half of the sense of disappointment in hope was filled, and he replied: Don't tell me you stayed up all night.

It's another weekend day: not really, but last night was a night of preparation.I don't think Qiu Hai is going to fly today, just in time you call him, let's get excited.

It's clear: Mr. Zhou is so powerful that he can go deep into the scheduling system when he is not in the company.

Today is another day of the weekend: no thanks, no worries, pack up quickly, come on.

Plain and simple: must!

Exit the dialogue interface with the weekend chat, and the information bar next to the column below remains silent.Mingli clicked in, and the only few messages were from two days ago.

Plain and simple: Master, arrange for me to release the order for inspection the day after tomorrow.

Fat Dahai: Well, come on.

Clearly: I will work hard! (muscle) (muscle)

Plain and simple: Master, if you pass the inspection, let's celebrate together.

After turning off the faucet, Mingli looked at his face in the mirror, water drops fell from his pretty side face.

The phone vibrated suddenly, before he could wipe his face, he grabbed the phone.

Mom shared an article.

--Shock!Mixing these two foods together can cause a coma!

Mom: Son, be careful!

Mingli: "..."

This is another time when I danced in the square in the morning and listened to the short stories of the parents of the uncles and aunts.

Mingli pretended not to get up yet and ignored it, then clicked on the dialogue interface with Qiu Hai, and sent a wechat message without giving up.

Plain and simple: Master, I am leaving for the company, wish me good luck!

When I got in the car, there was still no movement on WeChat.Mingli sighed, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

He is a student whose aptitude has been promoted today and has been released for inspection. How can he do it in this state.

"Clap clap clap!"

His face was hot and painful from breathing.

Mingli lifted his spirits, started, shifted gears, and released the handbrake in one go. The modified MINI Cooper engine roared, and its wild roar could be heard throughout the underground garage.

Pilots who are qualified for release checks have decades of flying experience and tens of thousands of hours of safe flight experience.They are solid fortresses in the civil aviation industry and deserve the respect and admiration of all.

The inspector flipped open the record book and stretched out a hand at the same time, "Mingli, congratulations, the inspection of the release order has passed successfully."

"Thank you Teacher Zhang."

The two shook hands above the dashboard in the middle.

"It was brought by Captain Qiu." Instructor Zhang flipped through the pages one by one, nodded from time to time, and said with satisfaction: "This is one of the few good comments I have seen from Captain Qiu, as expected."

Mingli was startled.

Teacher Zhang signed and closed it, and handed him the notebook.

Mingli couldn't wait to open it.

Qiu Hai's handwriting is beautiful, smooth, flamboyant but not arrogant, and insists on writing with a fountain pen in the era when ballpoint pens and gel ballpoint pens are rampant.

Every word above is a high recognition of Mingli's work.

Obviously, he had been scolded several times before.

He took out his phone and turned off airplane mode.

News poured in like a sea, the interface kept sliding down, and the phone kept vibrating.Before all the messages were displayed, he opened WeChat.

Until "connecting" changed to "displaying" and then there was nothing, the long-awaited little red dot still didn't appear in Qiu Hai's message box.

On the contrary, the messages in the group of "Men still have the charm" came one after another.

Today is another day of the weekend: is it over yet! @clear and direct

Pretending to be garlic: It must have passed, there is no suspense! @clear and direct

It's another weekend day: come on hi!Wine and beauties are like wolves and tigers, so it's just a master!

Pretending to be garlic: Grandpa, come quickly~

Mingli felt helpless and wanted to laugh.

Plain and simple: It's over, wait for me.

"What about announcing the good news to the family?" Teacher Zhang sighed, "It's good to be young, always full of vitality."

"Teacher Zhang, you are also very young."

"I'm getting old." Teacher Zhang shook his head again and again.

Maybe it was really old and unable to fly. The crew car sent the whole group to the company. Teacher Zhang took the box and left without saying hello to everyone.

Ming Li watched his back, and handed the playlist record book to the flight department.

When I left the company, it was completely dark.

The night scene is colorful.

The flight crew passing by the "Oscar" red carpet, and in the distance, the traffic flow at the gate of G Airlines, white-collar workers passing by.

For a moment, Mingli's heart was empty. He was about to go to the dinner party carefully prepared by his friends, but he felt a little disappointed.He lit a cigarette, knowing why in his heart.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed that familiar yet unfamiliar number.

"Beep...beep...beep...beep...sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later..."

Mingli dialed several times, but still no one answered.

Opening the flight status query on Beibei.com, it shows that Qiu Hai has no flights in the last three days.

Mingli put the suitcase in the trunk with depression, and drove out of the parking lot with depression.

The street scenes on both sides of the road receded quickly, and Jay Chou's "Nocturne" was playing on the radio.

He lowered half of the car window, stretched out the hand holding the cigarette, and the coolness of the evening wind came from the palm of his hand, as if it was about to spread into his heart.

Suddenly, Mingli's pupils shrank suddenly, and he slammed on the brakes.

The car behind passed by him cursing, but he didn't care, and stopped on the side of the road with double flashing lights.He kicked the car door with one foot, and quickly pressed the three familiar numbers with one hand.

"Someone crashed on the north side of the third east section of the airport expressway! It's very serious! Come here quickly!"

The voice of the person answering the phone became tense in an instant, and he briefly and quickly asked about the situation at the scene, reassuring Mingli not to be nervous, and to keep calm.

Mingli hung up on the comforting words in the middle. He didn't care about the pea-sized pebbles scattered on the ground, he rushed over and knelt down beside Qiu Hai.

"Chou Hai!"

The beautiful toad head of the Panamera is completely deformed, the front cover is twisted and half erected, and the side door is twisted into a crumpled rag. There is a trace of white gas around the body, and the pungent gasoline smell can be vaguely smelled.

Fortunately, the high-performance car survived the collision, and the safety measures were very good. When the whole car was almost deformed, the driver's seat was completely protected by the popped airbag.

Trembling hands touched Qiu Hai's whole body, but there was no blood.Judging by his frowning expression after being touched all over, he wasn't hurt either.Mingli's heart sank a little when he mentioned it in his throat.

Qiu Hai raised his head in a daze, "Bump... bump... bump... hey..."

"…………"

Ming Li finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke out, grabbing his collar with both hands, "I said, can you die if you drive slowly on the road as a novice!? You really think of yourself as an old driver, and you bump into a luxury car, don't you! Calls are not answered, WeChat is not replying What are you going to do if I don’t happen to pass by!? Qiu Hai, what are you going to do! Are you going to die here!?”

Qiu Hai coughed, and Ming Li quickly let go of his hand, glaring at him while giving him comfort.

The sound of the ambulance is from far to near, but fortunately it is close to the airport.The ambulance and security measures in the transportation hub are generally relatively good, and the attendance is also fast.

Three or five medical staff in white coats rushed out of the car carrying a stretcher, and moved Qiu Hai onto the stretcher.

A yellow warning tape was placed on the side of the road, forming a small area of ​​traffic congestion. Some passing drivers lowered their windows and whispered to the people in the car while watching.

Blue, red, yellow, and white are intertwined.

Ming Li stood in the midst of these colors in a daze, his hands and feet were cold.

"Excuse me, is it you who called?" A medical staff came over and asked.

Ming Li raised his head in a daze, "It's me."

"What is your relationship with him?"

"I..." The stretcher passed by him, and the drooping hand was held softly by a weak hand. Mingli's hand froze for a moment, but he didn't shake it off, "I'm his friend."

The ambulance was running smoothly all the way, and the emergency center cooperated fully. The wheels rubbed against the ground frantically, constantly changing the direction of travel.

The scene of the car accident was horrific, and the traffic police who arrived immediately claimed that if the driver stepped on the brakes a few seconds late or turned the steering wheel too late, the car crashed and killed people.

Sitting outside the emergency room, Ming Li propped his elbows on his thighs, his face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on the ground.

The red light on the door went out, and several nurses pushed Qiu Hai out of the hospital bed, and he rushed to meet him.

Qiu Hai was already awake, but he was still wearing an oxygen mask, looking at him without blinking.Mingli glanced at him, then turned to the nurse beside him.

"The patient's injuries are not serious, they are just flesh wounds. Observe tonight and have a full-body examination tomorrow."

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Mingli bowed ninety degrees, and he was wearing a flight uniform, the nurse blushed and waved her hands repeatedly to say it was okay.

The nurse pushed Qiu Hai away, and Mingli didn't look back until he turned the corner, and sat slumped on the chair in a daze for a long time.His limbs were sore and weak, his shoulders were heavy and heavy, his eyes were tired and closed, and opened after a few minutes.

Qiu Hai's flight case stood quietly at his feet. He bent down and tried several passwords, but he couldn't open it. The birthday was wrong, the boarding pass number was wrong, and the job number was wrong.

A string of numbers sunk in the deep pool appeared in Mingli's mind, and he slowly adjusted to the corresponding position.

With a "click", the combination lock popped open.

This string of numbers is their anniversary together.

Qiu Hai once told him that he would set all the passwords to this, but at that time he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

phone vibration.

"Hello? Where are you? It doesn't take long to be stuck in traffic, Zhuang Suan and I are starving to death." Weekend grumbled.

"I can't make it through, you guys eat."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, "Do you have a cold?"

"No." Mingli wiped his face with his sleeve, "I'm so excited to pass the order, go back and have dinner with my mother video."

"Okay, Mom is the biggest." Weekend said disappointedly: "But you will invite us next time, Ace Pigeon."

"Don't worry, your dad and I didn't invite you for a big meal."

I wanted to say something on the weekend, but was forcibly interrupted by Ming Li.

He rummaged through Qiu Hai's flight case and found a bunch of keys.

He pulled the suitcase and walked through the hospital corridor filled with disinfectant, stopped in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and turned to look at himself in the mirror.

Under the incandescent lamp, the handsome facial features exude a deep chill, the sticky hair sticks to the forehead, the mouth is drawn into a line, the brows are frowned unconsciously, and the aviation emblem on the left chest reflects golden light.