1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 238: Airplane, Southern Xinjiang, Old Friends
Above the clouds.

A huge Trident passenger plane broke through the stratosphere, pressing the dark clouds over Beijing city under it.

There was a moon hanging diagonally above, as clear as water, pouring down silvery light.

It fell on the Trident's aerodynamically streamlined body, casting a faint silver halo on it.

A pair of huge white metal wings are branded with the unique national flag logo of international aviation. The red and gold national flag looks particularly bright under the moonlight.

"The silver moon is bright and the clouds are thick. This scene is absolutely beautiful."

Cheng Kaiyan leaned his head against the clear and bright porthole glass, quietly taking in the scenes.

"Shh!"

He reached out and pulled down the curtains, blocking half of his view and the silver moonlight, then turned to look inside the cabin.

The interior of the cabin is silvery white, and rows of incandescent lamps embedded in the top of the cabin illuminate the entire cabin.

The entire cabin is a mix of four-seater and six-seater cabins, with a total passenger capacity of 75 people, far from the maximum passenger capacity of 145 people, so the space is extremely spacious.

Cheng Kaiyan's seat is by the window on the right, which is a very good location.

There was a beautiful woman sitting next to him whom he didn't want to offend.

Ning Qiuyue.

He was wearing a simple and capable pair of trousers and shirt, and was fanning himself with a fan in his hand.

Perhaps he noticed Cheng Kaiyan's vague gaze and looked around the entire plane curiously.

Ning Qiuyue turned around and smiled, and introduced complacently: "What do you think, Deputy Team Leader Cheng? I specially asked someone to arrange this Trident aircraft. It is one of the safest and most advanced large passenger aircraft in the world. Even our Air China only has a few of them."

"...Safe? Team Leader Ning, are you kidding me?"

Cheng Kaiyan glanced at Ning Qiuyue speechlessly. So it was you who arranged it on purpose?
It's not fun to sit on a trident!
Just before boarding the plane, Cheng Kaiyan discovered that the plane he was assigned this time was a Trident, and he almost got scared.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the plane stopped turbulence and smoothly entered the stratosphere.

This Trident passenger aircraft was originally named DH121 by de Havilland and later changed to Trident.

The aircraft was named Trident because it has three independent flight control systems and three engines.

In this case, the Trident should be safe, right?
In theory, this is true.

The improved version of Trident 2E is the world's first civil airliner capable of fully automatic landing in adverse weather conditions.

On March 1964, 3, the second production Trident airliner completed its first fully automatic landing test at the Royal Aircraft Establishment in the United Kingdom, followed by several successful experiments.

Internationally, it is hailed as one of the safest and most advanced passenger aircraft currently available.

So much so that China spent a huge amount of money to purchase 2 Trident Es in the s.

However, Trident has had many accidents and crashes internationally, including one in China in 71 and one in the UK in 72, which killed 118 people and was the largest disaster in British aviation history.

The most recent one was a crash at an airport in the suburbs of Beijing in February last year, which caused 45 casualties.

Air crashes are still inevitable even after forty years of highly developed society.

As long as you take a plane, the chance of it happening is there.

This time we took off on a cloudy day, but fortunately there was no accident.

Otherwise it would really be a crow's mouth.

Cheng Kaiyan believed that he would not survive if he fell from a height of ten thousand meters.

“Not safe enough, but fast enough and comfortable enough, right?
It's much better than taking a crowded train, which is so crowded and slow. Won't you get sick of it after sitting there for a few days?"

Ning Qiuyue glanced at him, and thinking of the terrible environment on the train, she said with some disgust.

Since she joined Air China, she basically takes a plane when she travels long distances; she even disdains taking the train.

The important thing is that plane tickets are expensive, costing sixty-four dollars each, and they are scarce and hard to get.

Ordinary children of cadres are not qualified to interfere at all.

And she could sit whenever she wanted, which further demonstrated her special status in the circle of noble ladies.

"That's true."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and didn't want to say more.

The cabin door is now open.

Two uniformed flight attendants came in, each pushing a cart. They were two young and beautiful lesbians.

"Comrade, these are some small gifts from Air China. Please accept them."

The two stopped in the spacious aisle, and one of the flight attendants took out small gifts from a trolley and distributed them to the passengers on both sides and the writers who participated in the field trip.

Another more mature female comrade pushed a cart with alcohol, drinks, cigarettes, chewing gum and other things on it, and patiently asked the passengers.

About ten minutes later, two flight attendants moved to Cheng Kaiyan and Ning Qiuyue.

The female comrade in the lead looked more mature.

She had learned the identities of these two people from the staff early on. They were the team leaders of this field trip working group.

This beautiful leader Ning has an extraordinary background and is also the leader of Air China Head Office.

As for this young comrade, he is a famous talent and writer, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan.

She really liked the love letter written by this great talent. The implicit and pure love in it was so beautiful.

So the female comrade leaned forward gently, bowed her head respectfully, and asked softly: "Hello, leaders. Here are some small gifts. You can choose whatever you want. Do you want anything to drink or eat?"

Cheng Kaiyan took a quick look and saw that most of the gifts were various small gifts such as key chains, playing cards, combs, fans, brooches, tie clips, notebooks, etc.

He thought for a moment and said, "Get a fan and a bottle of Coke. Do you have any Coke?"

In fact, on the second day after the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States in 1978, Coca-Cola reached an import and export agreement with COFCO and officially entered China.

It is said that Coca-Cola's production plant in BJ Fengtai Wulidian is under construction and is expected to be officially put into production in April next year.

At this moment, there is definitely Coke.

"Take the fan first. We have Coke."

The female comrade nodded and looked at Ning Qiuyue again.

The latter means a cup of hot coffee without sugar.

"Please wait a moment."

After a while, the flight attendant brought a can of Coke and a cup of coffee to the two of them.

Cheng Kaiyan pulled the ring of the can, and with a hiss, the foam of the Coke rose.

"Huh...it still tastes the same."

He took a sip, and the familiar feeling of bubbles filled his mouth, making him feel nostalgic.

"Um, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan, could you please sign your name for me? I really like your Love Letter."

The lesbian asked with a rosy face, then pulled out a book from her arms.

It looks like he brought it with him when he went to get something just now.

"no problem."

Cheng Kaiyan took out the pen given to her by her partner from her collar and signed her name on the title page of the book.

"Thank you, I won't disturb your rest. Good night."

The female flight attendant pushed the cart away excitedly, and did not forget to say good night before leaving.

"Good night~ Girls nowadays have no shame."

Ning Qiuyue sneered and said to Cheng Kaiyan in a sarcastic tone.

"Why are you jealous?"

"Get lost! I'm watching you for Jia Jia!"

After being rebuked by him, Ning Qiuyue snorted coldly, leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and took a rest.

What does Ning Wanjia have to do with me?

Cheng Kaiyan was speechless. He was not sleepy and looked at the sky outside the porthole.

The sky above the stratosphere always gives people a magical and magnificent visual enjoyment.

At night, you can see the moon and stars unobstructed.

During the day, you can see endless clouds dyed red by the sunlight.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Kaiyan leaned against the porthole and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

"Its daybreak?"

After not sleeping well, Cheng Kaiyan rubbed his sleepy face, looked down at his watch, and found that it was only half past five.

When I looked again, the plane had already stopped on the runway of the airport.

Apparently the plane had arrived at Kunming Wujiaba Airport, the only civilian airport here.

In Yunnan, mountainous and semi-mountainous areas account for more than 90% of the total area.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, this was the most important air force military base.

During the full-scale war against Japan, there were 52 airports built here, and almost every county had an airport, ranking first in Asia and among the best in the world. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, many airports were cancelled, and the number of airports has decreased a lot.

Although there were many airports at that time, they were all relatively simple and crude, and some airport runways were even made with stone rollers.

The world's largest aerospace museum, the Air Force Museum in Ohio, USA, houses a huge stone mill from Yunnan, China to commemorate this event.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Cheng Kaiyan turned to look at Ning Qiuyue. She was still resting.

So he pushed her awake.

"arrive?"

"Ah."

"Let's get it sorted out and call the airport manager first."

Ning Qiuyue woke up and woke up several working group secretaries who had followed her.

Then they made arrangements in an orderly manner. They first went to find the person in charge of the airport and called the military district.

Waited at the airport for half an hour.

Several large military trucks drove into the airport runway, the doors opened with a click, and a person in a straight military uniform got out.

"Team Leader Ning, Deputy Team Leader Cheng, I'm Ye Yongsheng. I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. I'll take you back to rest first."

The person in charge waved and saluted when he saw Ning Qunqun and Cheng Kaiyan.

He looked at Cheng Kaiyan for a moment longer, then gave a brief introduction.

It is reported that this person holds the rank of colonel and is in charge of military and political affairs. He previously worked in the General Political Department and was later transferred here.

After a brief greeting, he took everyone into the car at the airport and headed for the military base.

After half an hour.

After a bumpy ride on the mountain road, the group finally arrived at a military base located at the foot of a mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Looking around, endless buildings are hidden under dense vegetation, covering large areas of the hills.

As the barriers lifted, vehicles moved in.

The three-meter-high iron gate leads to the rows of Yunnan pines inside and the red flags flying in the air on the huge parade ground...

The familiar scene in my memory appeared before my eyes.

Cheng Kaiyan looked at him with his eyes lowered, his mood was a little subtle.

To some extent, the traces of his life here are more than those in the Beijing courtyard houses. This is where he spent most of his youth.

After a year, I came back here again.

I feel homesick because I am close to home.

He has transformed from a soldier actor in an art troupe into a well-known writer and talent, and even served as the deputy leader of this field trip working group.

The changes are not small.

Cheng Kaiyan took a deep breath and his eyes calmed down.

The vehicle passed by many departments including the military district staff headquarters, the field general hospital, the recruit training base, the military school, as well as the garrison soldiers who were conducting routine training on the parade ground.

These artists who grew up in a peaceful society were all staring intently at this scene that is rarely seen in normal days.

The entire military district base is like a complete, self-sufficient small society.

The art troupe that Cheng Kaiyan originally belonged to was also here, the Southern Xinjiang National Defense Art Troupe.

BJ’s is called the “Comrades-in-Arms” Art Troupe, and Jiangcheng’s is called the “Victory” Art Troupe.

"We're here, everyone get off first."

Ye Yongsheng called a few logistics soldiers, took everyone into the dormitory, and arranged for their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Everyone took a rest first, and then held a meeting to arrange the itinerary when the writers from other provinces and cities arrived.

Military dormitory building, room 301.

"I've sorted it all out, do you need my help?"

Cheng Kaiyan looked at the three people who were making their beds and asked casually.

I was assigned to the same dormitory with Jiang Zilong and Ye Xin, and there was also a middle-aged man in his forties.

"No, it will be done soon."

Jiang Zilong shook his head.

"Then I'll go out for a walk."

Cheng Kaiyan was in a subtle mood, like nervousness, excitement, or perhaps apprehension.

"Wait, even though you're the deputy team leader, don't run around! It would be bad if you break any taboos."

Jiang Zilong was like an older brother, giving instructions over and over again.

After all, in his eyes, twenty-year-old Cheng Kaiyan was no different from a child.

"It's okay. I've been here for several years. I'm very familiar with it."

Cheng Kaiyan laughed.

"Go, go, come back early."

Jiang Zilong understood that this boy was going to meet his old friends.

"Yes. If you can't find me, go to the military hospital and find me."

Cheng Kaiyan said this and then walked to the mirror on the sink in the dormitory.

He washed his face and straightened his clothes.

"I'm going to see Sister Qingshui soon...Is she still that thin?"

A thin figure, almost skin and bones, emerged in my memory.

He was wearing an ill-fitting white coat, had short hair, and wore thick glasses on his small nose, revealing a delicate, pale face with a dull expression.

Only when facing him would there be a hint of brilliance in her eyes.

How on earth could such a thin and petite body carry him out of the mountain?

Cheng Kaiyan couldn't remember or figure it out.

He asked Lin Qingshui, but the other party never answered.

"Hey……"

Cheng Kaiyan sighed, shook off the complicated and heavy thoughts and went out.

The military region’s general hospital is located at the back of the base, next to a forest. It is relatively secluded, making it convenient for injured soldiers to recuperate here.

It takes quite some time to walk there.

But he was not in a hurry. He looked at the familiar buildings while walking towards the hospital.

But when she arrived, she found it empty. Her name was still on the small office at the end of the corridor, but the place was empty.

Even the tabletop was covered with dust.

Cheng Kaiyan asked around, but no one knew, so she had no choice but to return.

When passing by the four-story matchbox building of the art troupe, Cheng Kaiyan stopped and took a few more glances.

As I recall, I spent a lot of time here.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice called out to him.

"Cheng Kaiyan?"

"Is that you? Cheng Kaiyan? Why are you back?"

Cheng Kaiyan turned around and saw a woman in a summer military uniform, standing there with a kettle in her hand, looking at him in disbelief and exclaimed.

"Zhuo Yun, is that you?"

Zhuo Yun is an actor in the dance team of the art troupe.

Her relationship with Cheng Kaiyan was average, they could just be considered acquaintances.

But there was one thing that connected the two of them together.

She was the girl who was bullied by the children of cadres. Cheng Kaiyan helped her, but also ruined her reputation.

But the other party didn't care, she was a very straightforward person.

The two chatted briefly.

"Xiao Zhuo, do you know where my sister Qingshui went?"

"Sister Shimizu? The one with the glasses and short hair? I heard... I just heard."

Zhuo Yun thought about it and remembered something, looking a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?!"

Cheng Kaiyan quickly held her shoulders and asked.

(End of this chapter)