On the day surgeon Kan Xiangji returned from Ethiopia, the plane began to fall at an altitude of 30,000 feet.
Everyone was screaming and praying, except for a man in a gray T-shirt in the back row, holding an unlit cigarette and instructing the captain to make an emergency landing in a nonchalant tone.
"The left hair is feathered, the mixture ratio should be adjusted a little leaner, and the right hair should not be let go."
The plane scraped the ground and came to an emergency stop. He was the first to roll out of the cabin door, with a bloody gash on his leg. She said thank you, and he said you're welcome and will buy you coffee later.
He didn't say that he didn't drink a sip of that cup of coffee. She didn't say anything about the text message that said "Dad is in the hospital, come back to see me." She read it for six months and didn't reply.
The rainy season in East Africa traps everyone. He carved a fallen airplane using the pull tab of a can, threaded a red rope through it, and hung it around her neck. "The locals say that anyone who survives a fall from the sky should wear a metal object to let the lightning know that you have been hit once."
He said he was hitching a ride home.
But he has lived in more than a thousand places around the world, and there is no one he calls home. She was the first person he taught that it was time to text home.
Later she learned that nothing happened to the plane. And his injured leg was not injured during the crash - it was in the cockpit, where no one could see it, and it withstood the first impact of the entire plane.
Two free-falling souls started from the same fall and crashed into the same fate.
[Double Redemption·Free Soul·Fateful Pull]
Intention: freedom