Chapter 258 I Dare Not Even Dream About It

Song Xi took the train for nearly four hours, crossing the province from Mincheng to Nancheng. After leaving the station, she took a taxi and rushed to the airport. When she arrived at the airport, she hurriedly collected tickets and went through security. She was afraid that she would not be able to return to Night City, so she waited until Sitting in the waiting room, seeing everyone around me looking relaxed, I gradually felt at ease.

With less than 20% of the battery remaining on her phone, Song Xi looked over and over at the text message sent to George Sheng. It was sent at a little after one o'clock. It was almost seven o'clock now. Did you see it? Can't you reply?

She once thought that her mobile phone was in arrears and she couldn't receive text messages from others, so she called Han Chunmeng very thoughtfully, and finally determined that it was not her problem.

After chatting for a while, the cell phone battery reminded that there was only 10% left. Song Xi hung up, hesitated again and again, and called George Sheng.

The phone rang five times before it was connected. George Sheng didn't speak. Song Xi glanced at the screen. The seconds were still increasing. She tentatively asked, 'Hello? ’ made a sound.

George Sheng replied with a lukewarm 'hmm'.

Seeing that he was listening, Song Xi couldn't help but ask, "Did you tell Yuan Bao about boiling Chinese medicine?"

She didn't see George Sheng's completely cold face. How could he tell Yuan Bao? Let Yuan Bao come to the house to make medicine for him?

She was in a particularly unhappy mood, but George Sheng didn't want her to know, so he didn't bother to lose his temper with her. He just replied indifferently: "That's it?"

Song Xi said: "Don't bother Yuan Bao. Before, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to go back, and I couldn't stop drinking Chinese medicine, so I said hello to you in advance. Now I'm sure I can go back. I'll wait until I get home in the evening."

When George Sheng heard this, although his face was expressionless, he still felt strange in his heart. After a pause for two seconds, he asked aloud: "Isn't Fujian City a typhoon?" How could she come back?

Song Xi said: "I'm in Nancheng. When I sent you the text message, I had already booked a ticket to Nancheng. I can't fly to Mincheng. I'm going to fly from Nancheng to Night City right now."

George Sheng himself noticed obvious fluctuations in emotions. One second he was particularly reluctant to pay attention to her, but this second...

"It's good that you measured it in advance." He was neither cold nor hot, neither salty nor light, and it was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or a tease, but only he knew it, and he was in a much better mood.

Song Xi raised the corners of her lips and replied with a faint smile: "That's right, I have to do what I promise, and I am a professional doctor with very professional qualities. The patient's health is always my first priority. of."

Hearing her triumphant tone, George Sheng's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and his thin lips opened, "Even the typhoon can't keep you. It seems that you are determined to make things difficult for others."

The implication is that she came back specially to force him to drink Chinese medicine.

Song Xi smiled, "I..."

George Sheng only heard her laughter, and suddenly there was no sound on the phone. When he looked again, the phone was hung up.

Wait for her to call again, one minute, two minutes, five minutes... George Sheng replied to her.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."

Song Xizheng was chatting happily, but his phone ran out of battery. He wanted to find a place to charge it, but he was queuing up to board the plane not far away.

After getting on the plane, Song Xi was in a good mood for no reason. Maybe it was because he had been struggling for so long and was finally going home. As the saying goes, people are on an awkward journey, and that's all.

During the two-hour flight, the plane was obviously turbulent in the middle of the flight. How severe the turbulence was, even Song Xi's sleep quality was awakened.

The passenger next to him looked nervous, and Song Xi was also a little scared. After all, he didn't feel safe without his feet touching the ground.

When she was a child, she learned to ride a motorcycle and drive because she was afraid that she would not drive away in an emergency; when she learned to swim, she was afraid of falling into the water and drowning; when she learned medicine, she was afraid that her family and friends would get sick; in short, she learned everything to improve her sense of security. She has yet to find a way to solve the problem of flying alone. After all, she can't learn to fly.

After she woke up, the plane continued to be turbulent for more than a minute. The most obvious moment was as if the entire plane was falling rapidly, and everyone was weightless, not to mention that the heart in her chest was also jumping up and down.

The indicator light came on at night, and the stewardess's voice came over the broadcast, "Dear passengers, the plane is currently experiencing turbulence due to strong airflow due to weather conditions. Please keep your seat belts fastened..."

Someone behind me muttered, "Is it raining outside?"

"I don't know. I heard that a strong typhoon made landfall in Fujian City today, and it affected several nearby provinces and it's raining heavily. I checked the weather in Night City before getting on the plane, and it said it would still rain in Night City tonight."

Song Xi leaned back in her seat, secretly saying "Lord, Amen" for a while, and telling herself for a while that she was an atheist and wanted to insist on science to change her destiny... But science was of no use at this time, so Buddha would bless her.

During the two-hour flight, it experienced three turbulences and two obvious shakings. When the plane arrived at Night City Airport, everyone was about to cry with joy.

Song Xi's eyes were as wide as light bulbs. This time, he really wasn't sleepy at all.

When the plane was taxiing on the runway, the stewardess told everyone through the radio that it was raining outside and asked everyone to prepare rain shelters.

When Song Xi came out of the hospital, she did bring an umbrella, but the umbrella was confiscated during the security check. Now she is alone, with a bag that is no bigger than her face.

When getting off the plane, Song Xi deliberately stopped for a moment and walked behind. Anyway, if she went out early, she would get caught in the rain early. She might as well wait until the end and run faster.

With this in mind, she became the last passenger to step out of the plane. The stewardess smiled at her and welcomed her to fly next time. Song Xi thought to herself, just take it easy for a while.

I looked sideways and looked outside. It was pouring rain outside, and there were very few passengers with umbrellas. Because most umbrellas did not meet the carry-on regulations and had to be checked in, so at first glance, everyone was running to the shuttle bus in the rain.

Song Xi put the small bag on her head and was about to rush out. Suddenly she lowered her head and saw a black umbrella walking up from the bottom. The top of the umbrella was very large, covering the people inside tightly. The stairs of the plane were only so narrow, and Song Xi didn't want to squeeze in with others, so she stood on it, hoping to wait for people to come up before she left.

After just a dozen steps, as the black umbrella gradually approached, Song Xi saw a pair of black leather shoes, black trousers, and then a black shirt. It was a man.

Song Xi didn't think much about it at all. She waited until the man stepped onto the last step. Just as she was about to rush out, she saw the top of the umbrella lifted, revealing the touching and handsome face under the umbrella.

Through the lines of water droplets flowing down from the tip of the umbrella, Song Xi thought for a moment that he had seen a ghost. He took a breath in fear and stood motionless.

When the stewardess inside the plane saw George Sheng, her eyes were full of surprise. Just imagine that it was a dark night, with heavy rain outside, and a god-like man appeared in front of him holding a black umbrella. Anyone who walked around would think it was an illusion. One game.