When Song Chu was sitting in the cockpit, looking at the blue sky outside the window, thinking of what Sheng Jinchu had said to him that day, he was still full of passion and heart, as if there was something that couldn't fit and was about to overflow.
That kind of moving face is enough to make a big man burst into tears. At that moment, he felt that the heat gathered at a high speed was about to erupt like a mountain torrent.
He needs a space to release. Only by letting some hot things flow out can his heart be restored to tranquility and no longer anxious.
Facts have proved that it is true.
When Song Chu flew this route again, he felt like he had never felt before.
It seems that this is not a flight route that he is familiar with, but also fears in his heart. Wherever it flies, even without radio waves, it can accurately judge its route.
Today it has a different scene, Song Chu strangely discovered that even with the same route, its scene is constantly changing every minute and every second. There is no repetition and invariance, and invariance is just an illusion in people's minds. Just like no two leaves are the same in the world.
What's more, the sky where the stars are changing, and the stars are changing, and it is changing all the time. Therefore, any previous flight on this route was different, and it was also different from the time his mother died.
That day has passed.
Everything was brand new and unfamiliar, how could he see the shadow of the scene at that time and feel the same emotion?
Thinking of this, Song Chu's heart that started beating rapidly calmed down, his dizziness was relieved, and his pale cheeks gradually turned red. When he put his attention out of the window and tried to perceive the difference, the pain of the turmoil gradually subsided.
Song Chu's fingers finally felt warm, and he knew that the most difficult moment of today was over.
The plane is getting closer and closer to London.
The azure blue outside the window keeps fading, gradually showing a decadent off-white. One and a half hours before departure, when I got the flight information at the pre-departure preparation meeting, I learned that the weather in London today is not good, with strong winds and heavy rain.
Pilots are also well prepared and keep an eye on weather changes.
Because it was escorted by the best captain of China Eastern Airlines, the passengers on the two VIP planes were very comfortable.
The bc members and reporters participating in the meeting enjoyed a smooth takeoff and cruising state, and talked and rested at ease.
Until the plane was about to land, the flight attendant came over and told everyone to put away the table and fasten their seat belts.
A BC executive asked: "I see it's raining heavily outside, can the plane land smoothly?"
Zuo Qing gave the other party a warm smile: "Don't worry, I believe the captain of China Eastern Airlines will be fine."
Sheng Jinchu was also on this flight, and when she heard Zuo Qing's words, she felt uneasy at all.
She looked out the window, the heavy rain was still going on, and low clouds covered the entire sky.
The captain in the cockpit discussed countermeasures based on the wind direction. With such a strong wind, downwind landing is definitely not possible, and the runway in the airport is simply not long enough.
"How about turning against the wind?" Lu Yuan looked sideways at Song Chu who was on the co-pilot.
"Turning over is a crosswind, and the fuselage is easily tilted laterally, and it is also difficult to land. If the tilt is severe, try deflecting the ailerons to adjust."
Lu Yuan nodded: "Okay."
Soon the airport controller issued an instruction, and the plane used the southwest direction to run to the airport.
The aircraft turned in the clouds and entered the approach route.
Flying below the clouds, although it was still raining, I could still see the runway.
The plane landed smoothly.
Just as Lu Yuan relaxed a little, he suddenly turned pale with fright. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com