My name is Jiang Feng, one of the five outstanding young people of the 21st century, a proud man who is about to enter Kyoto University.
At this moment, I was sitting on a flight to Kyoto, with blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and the sun was just right. Everything looked so beautiful—until the cabin announcement rang.
"Good afternoon, all passengers. I am Wang Jianguo, the captain of this flight. I have been flying for thirty-eight years. Today is my last flight before retirement. Thank you all for riding. I will deliver you all safely to Kyoto."
The coke in my mouth was spit out directly.
Last shift before retirement? Can you say this casually? Are you leaving it here to stack buffs?
Before I could finish digesting the bad news, the man in a suit and tie on the seat next to me, who looked like he was going to get married, touched a photo affectionately and murmured to himself: "Xiao Mei, wait for me, I'll be back soon. When we get to Kyoto this time, I will marry you, and we will never be separated again."
My scalp feels numb.
Brother, if you say this, according to the scripts of all disaster movies, there is a high probability that you will not be able to go back, you know?
Another conversation between an old man and a young man came from the back row.
"Master, are we going to Kyoto to save some big shot?" The little boy's voice was childish and innocent.
"Little Tiger," the old man's voice was deep and vicissitudes of life, "this trip is related to the fate of the country. As an old teacher, I must save that person's life even if I risk my life."
My hand holding the Coke started to tremble slightly.
Hey guys, what are the people on this plane doing? How about holding a Flag conference here? The captain is on his last shift, the young man is going back to get married, and the old master is on his deathbed
