Use all your strength

Meng Xinzhi gave a kind smile and did not answer.

To be honest, even she is afraid that if we continue to talk, we will encounter situations where there is no way to avoid embarrassment.

Out of human nature, Meng Xinzhi was also curious as to why Nie Guangyi had such an emotional breakdown on the plane.

However, rather than being curious, she was more willing to let this matter pass.

Who hasn’t had a breakdown yet?

There is no need to base your curiosity on other people's cries.

As long as it doesn't develop to the point where the entire plane needs to be re-inspected, which will delay everyone's trip.

Or they may be taken to police custody for excessive behavior.

It's just a small thing.

Meng Xinzhi is not a nosy person.

She chose to stand up and rescue Nie Guangyi when he collapsed.

First, she didn't want her flight to be canceled again.

It’s really hard to buy air tickets to Europe at this time of year. If you put it off for a while, you may not be able to make it in time for school to start, not to mention visiting all the museums in Florence first.

Secondly, and more importantly, during the late-night snack on the rooftop that day, this man kept calling Dad Zongjigege, and Dad did indeed get along relatively well with this man.

As Meng Xinzhi, who is controlled by her father, she naturally has a sense of responsibility.

In addition, there is a relatively remote relationship with sister Cheng Nuo's boyfriend's brother.

Various reasons came together to make Meng Xinzhi make an uncharacteristic decision.

When Meng Xinyi stopped talking, Nie Guangyi became nervous.

It wasn't that I was nervous about how to talk to girls, but that the fear of flying that had disappeared for a long time started to reappear.

If the fear of flying is allowed to develop, he is likely to collapse again.

"Don't you like the Vatican Museums, girl?"

Nie Guangyi began to look for various topics:

"Do you think the girl is too young or something?"

“Or maybe the girl just wants to go to a museum in Italy?”

"It doesn't matter if the girl doesn't like the Vatican Museums."

"Let me think about it, the girl can also go to the Borghese Museum."

"Believe me, girl, Borghese can definitely be regarded as one of the museums that condenses human civilization."

"..."

Nie Guangyi said more than ever before.

It's more like talking to oneself.

Meng Xinzhi listened for a while, thought about it again, and felt that such a topic, even if it was discussed in depth, would not lead to irreconcilable embarrassment.

So, she responded: "I'm not going to the museum in Rome. I will go directly to Florence after getting off the plane. I want to see the museum in the birthplace of the Renaissance first."

"Florence?" Nie Guangyi immediately answered: "How are you going to go?"

"Huh?" Meng Xinzhi was a little unsure as to what Nie Guangyi wanted to ask.

Nie Guangyi cleared his throat and said seriously: "There is no option to fly from Rome to Florence, right? You can either take a train or drive. How are you going to get there?"

The problem itself is not complicated, and Meng Xinzhi doesn't want to tell it.

The key is that she neither chose to take the train nor drive, she chose to take the bus.

The high-speed train is definitely faster, and can go from Rome to Florence in one and a half hours.

The problem is that she brought two pieces of luggage, one of which weighed 20 kilograms.

If she took the train, she was afraid that she would not be familiar enough and it would be difficult to carry her luggage.

From the moment she knew she had to fly to Rome first, Meng Xinzhi made a new strategy.

The bus from Rome to Florence directly states that you can bring two pieces of luggage, one large and one small.

The driver will help you enlarge your luggage.

There are also nice scenery to see along the way, which is very suitable for someone like her who is visiting Italy for the first time.

Nie Guangyi was given a multiple-choice question: train or drive.

No matter which answer she gave, it was far from the truth.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it and gave a more appropriate response: "Car."

"Why are you, a girl, driving a car?" Nie Guangyi looked shocked.

"..."

Meng Xinzhi looked at Nie Guangyi and said nothing.

She had never thought that this person who had been friends with her father for an entire night could be so sexist.

Meng Xinzhi remained silent, and Nie Guangyi kept looking at her.

The posture was as if Meng Xinzhi was going to eat her if she didn't answer.

Dream Heart’s Compromise: “I didn’t drive, I took a car.”

"You're a girl, what car do you take?"

"..."

If Zongyi were here, he would definitely reply: [A girl is provoking you to eat your rice?]

Meng Xinzhi just closed her mouth and stopped talking.

"Why do you have such an expression?" Nie Guangyi asked shamelessly.

After asking, he finally came to his senses: "No, no, did you misunderstand?"

Meng Xinzhi said: [There is no ambiguity in this, how can there be any misunderstanding? 】

"Look, the girl just misunderstood!" Nie Guangyi explained forcefully and said, "I mean... it's not safe for a girl like you to ride in a car by yourself!"

"It's not safe?" Meng Xinzhi was a little surprised.

"Yes, if you just get into a car casually, aren't you worried about meeting bad people?"

"I didn't get on the bus casually, I bought a ticket for the FlixBus long-distance bus. It goes directly from Rome to Florence. There is no chance of encountering bad people."

"Ah? Is there an option for long-distance buses?" Nie Guangyi, who has lived in Italy for so many years, has no idea at all.

"Yes. Have you never taken a long-distance bus?"

"Of course not." Nie Guangyi said, "I don't like the feeling of having the steering wheel in someone else's hands."

"Ah, that's it." Meng Xinzhi Tiantian gave her own response indifferently: "I just got my driver's license and it's not easy to get on the highway. If I control the steering wheel in my own hands, the drivers behind and around me will

It might be dangerous."

Before she came out, her father gave her many warnings not to drive by herself after arriving in Europe.

Not to mention that the driving position in most countries is different from that in China. Even if it is a car on the same side, no one in Meng Xinzhi has ever driven it.

Zongji originally wanted to send Meng Xinzhi to London in person.

Once a flight is cancelled, it will be hard to get tickets for the remaining flights.

The ticket that made Meng Xinzhi's trip possible was the last business class ticket she got with Cheng Nuo's help and at a huge expense.

Zong Ji didn't mind spending a little more money on the big cotton-padded jacket and bought a plane ticket to accompany him there, but he couldn't move a single spot.

"You are right to think so." Nie Guangyi said seriously: "Otherwise your father will definitely be worried about you."

At this moment, his whole body was wrapped up in his father's love. Thinking of his father, his whole heart was warmly squeezed.

It would be nice if I could get off the plane right away.

It would be nice if I could call right away.

if……

As he thought about it, Nie Guangyi's tear glands inexplicably volunteered again, clamoring to release the excess water from his brain.

Nie Guangyi used his genius self-control to forcefully calm down and began to divert his attention: "Your father is already my good brother. In Italy, I am your biological uncle. When you get off the plane, I will take you to Florence.

"

Meng Xinzhi didn't call her uncle, and the age difference between Nie Guangyi and her was not as big as that between her and Zongyi.

"On the way?" Meng Xinzhi asked directly picking the key part.

"That's right. I originally took the same flight last week to come to Rome for a meeting. Now I'm a whole week late, and the meeting has long since ended and disappeared. I won't stop in Rome when I get off the plane.

I will drive directly to Padua. Florence and Padua are both in the same direction for Rome, so it is relatively easy."

"Isn't Padua relatively close to Milan? Why do you have to fly to Rome when you go to Padua? It takes a long time to drive there."

Nie Guangyi wanted to say that since he was afraid of flying, he had to fly direct so that he could save one flight, not to mention driving for five hours. Even if he could get there in one day and one night, he wouldn't say anything.

As he spoke, he felt that a talented architect should not expose his shortcomings at will.

After all, he is also Zong Dage's brother.

An uncle-level person cannot cry to a little girl.

This is truly a magical flight.

It was so magical that it not only made Nie Guangyi forget that he had cried twice in front of the girl, but also how deep in his bones he was afraid of flying.

"I have good driving skills and I just like driving." Nie Guangyi thought of a more reasonable reason: "If you take the bus there, it will take you three and a half hours. I will take you there at most two and a half hours."

"Isn't it unsafe to drive too fast?" Obviously, Meng Xinzhi did not think that Nie Guangyi's driving skills were better than those of professional bus drivers.

"Then it depends on what kind of car it is. Can the car I drive and the bus have the same speed?" Nie Guangyi was not convinced.

"Are you used to driving a sports car? If it is a sports car, you can't even put your luggage in it." Meng Xinzhi did not intend to give up the plan he had customized overnight.

"No, girl, even an ordinary private car is much faster than a bus, right?" Nie Guangyi asked a little domineeringly: "Just tell me if you want me to take you there."

What I was thinking about was asking the girl what she meant, and the tone of my voice was more like an order.

Say it.

Nie Guangyi himself felt that something was wrong.

After a pause, before Meng Xinzhi could answer, he continued the conversation on his own: "There's no point asking a girl like you about this kind of thing. When we get off the plane, I'll call and ask Brother Zongji

, look at whether he will let you take the car by yourself, or let me take you off."

Nie Guangyi showed his unwillingness to argue with Meng Xinzhi.

There is no limit to what you can do, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​what you can do.

Can't turn back, can't reach the edge, can't reach the shore.

Seeking death, seeking death! If you don’t explode in seeking death, you will perish in seeking death.

Really seek death, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the loneliness of death.

Ah! Seeking death.

…

A gentle and sweet voice sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen: please pay attention!"

"Our aircraft is passing through an area of ​​unstable airflow."

"There will be continuous bumps. Please sit tight and fasten your seat belts."

"During the turbulence, for your safety, restrooms will be temporarily unavailable."

"At the same time, we will also suspend cabin services."

"Passengers who are dining, please be careful of burnt food or dirty clothes."

"Thanks!"

Nie Zuozuo fell into silence for a moment.

For most people who often fly, this kind of in-flight broadcast has long been commonplace, but it made Nie Guangyi feel extremely nervous.

Many people may not have noticed it.

There are two slightly different versions of the turbulence announcement on the plane.

If it is just a bump and it will end, the announcement will say "Affected by the airflow on the route, our plane is bumping. Please take your seat as soon as possible and fasten your seat belt."

The version just broadcast is an upgraded version of the bumpy broadcast, and its scientific name is - continuous bumpy broadcast.

The addition of the word "continue" was like an extra kilogram of weight for Nie Guangyi.

He could still take a few deep breaths when hearing the radio, then hold his breath, and it would be over in no time.

Continuous bumps are different, the time may be long or short, and sometimes the bumps last for more than ten minutes, or even longer.

In this way, if he holds his breath the whole time, he can directly suffocate himself.

Between being suffocated to death and scared to death, people will instinctively choose to breathe.

However, the very act of breathing can further aggravate the fear of flying.

This is almost unsolvable.

And, in the eyes of people who are not afraid of flying, it looks funny.

Normally, when Nie Guangyi goes out, he will choose a large plane with a real first-class cabin.

It is a flight with three classes: first class, business class and economy class.

Unlike domestic routes where there are only two classes: business class and economy class, many people insist on calling business class first class.

To put it simply, the seats in the Guangdong large and small seats are completely independent and the privacy is relatively high.

When you encounter Etihad Airways' A380 first class cabin, you can even have your own "door" on the plane.

If there are two people traveling together, and they are in first-class cabins in adjacent seats on the same side, you can also remove the partition in the middle of the room, convert the two rooms into one, and put the two single beds together to form a full-size double bed in the sky.

He can do whatever he wants, or he can pretend he's not on the plane.

I'd say a thousand words, as long as it's first class.

As long as you agree with the flight attendant in advance, you won't disturb her unless she rings the service bell.

Basically no one can see what kind of crazy expressions and actions he will show when the plane encounters turbulence.

As the incident of pulling up for a go-around at the last second before landing gradually faded away, Nie Guangyi's fear of flying gradually gained some control.

Even when there is someone sitting next to him, he is able to avoid being noticed at all.

He often pretended to be asleep, holding his breath when the bumps were bumping, and letting out a long breath when the bumps stopped.

Being exhausted makes people think he has sleep apnea syndrome.

But but, but but.

Nie Khenfei underestimated the secondary trauma caused by the failure of both missiles, and used the secret weapon that could make him "full of righteous indignation" in advance.

As soon as the stewardess finished talking about "A Zone of Unstable Airflow", he became so nervous that he was so nervous that he grabbed Meng Xinzhi's white jade flawless arm and used all his strength.

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