Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 60 Flying to Jiuhuang
Seeing this, An Xiaoqian reached out and gently touched his arm, and asked softly, "Xiaobei, are you thinking about the crew?"

Hu Xiaobei felt as if he had been electrocuted, as if a current instantly spread from his arm throughout his body.

His body tensed up unconsciously, but he adjusted quickly in a very short time.

He acted as if he was suddenly awakened, so he felt a little unnatural: "Yeah, I'm looking forward to the next life on the set."

Seeing that he was in a daze, An Xiaoqian thought he was thinking about something, so she said "hmm" and stopped disturbing him.

What she didn't know was that even after a long time, Hu Xiaobei's attention was still both scattered and focused, and he seemed to be able to clearly feel a trace of the aftereffect on his arm.

Arriving at the airport, checking in and going through security, everything went smoothly.

While waiting for the flight, Cheng Jinfei was still chatting with Hu Xiaobei about literary creation.

He was also very interested in Hu Xiaobei's Dialogues with the Past and Present series: "The Dialogues with the Past and Present series is really good. Where did you get your creative inspiration from?"

Hu Xiaobei leaned forward slightly, looking more energetic. "I simply drew inspiration from many historical allusions and folk tales, and then added modern thinking and expression to it, which resulted in a different presentation effect."

Cheng Jinfei listened to Hu Xiaobei telling the story, and occasionally put forward his own ideas and insights.

Even Hu Xiaobei found some of the ideas quite interesting.

It can be seen that this person has some appreciation level in literature, and for a while, the two of them had a very pleasant conversation.

Finally, boarding began, and Hu Xiaobei and the other two were the first to board the plane through the VIP channel.

After finding a seat to sit down, An Xiaoqian turned her body sideways like a nimble kitten.

He stared at Hu Xiaobei, as if he had been holding back for a long time, and asked curiously, "Xiaobei, is your autograph so hard to come by? Why would the Godfather come to you specifically for an autograph?"

Hu Xiaobei shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his face: "Things are valuable because they are rare. When there are more of them, they are not hard to come by."

An Xiaoqian felt confused and shocked, and for a moment she couldn't help but think of some death legends in the calligraphy and painting circles.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Hu Xiaobei, her eyes full of confusion, her brows slightly wrinkled like a small question mark.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoli suddenly interrupted with an apologetic look on her face, "Xiaobei, I'm sorry.

He had asked me about you before, but I didn't expect he would come to ask for your autograph. I'm really sorry."

Hu Xiaobei shook his head nonchalantly, and instead said soothingly, "Auntie, it's okay. Autographs are something that have to be given away eventually. If he doesn't come, someone else will.

Isn't that what relationships are like? He knows you, you know me, and then I know him.

If something can be given to friends in your circle, it has some value, which is better than giving it to people who have nothing to do with you.”

Liu Xiaoli nodded, somewhat approvingly, and said with some emotion, "You really don't look like a 19-year-old."

An Xiaoqian leaned over and took advantage of the opportunity to accuse him, "Yes, yes, he's like an uncle, he gets along well with my parents and my godfather.

On the contrary, he has nothing to say to someone of the same age as me. It’s really strange…” While speaking, she was still observing Hu Xiaobei’s reaction.

Hu Xiaobei smiled awkwardly, speechless, and didn't even dare to look at her.

An Xiaoqian was full of pride. She pointed her finger at Hu Xiaobei and boasted to her mother, "Look, Mom, I've made him speechless again. Am I really awesome?"

After saying that, she deliberately struck a pose to show off her muscles.

Liu Xiaoli frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and then the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint bitter smile.

She slowly raised her hand, pressed her fingers on her temples and rubbed them gently, her eyes moving back and forth between An Xiaoqian and Hu Xiaobei.

Finally, he let out a breath, his shoulders drooping slightly, but his eyes revealed his doting and helplessness towards his daughter.

As the plane slowly glided and then accelerated to take off, Hu Xiaobei felt that it was getting farther and farther away from the ground, and a strange emotion gradually surged in his heart.

This trip to Jiuzhaigou is like a new journey in his literary creation and life. It is full of unknowns, but makes him look forward to it very much.

A Boeing 200 carrying nearly 757 tourists shuttled through the clouds, and the roar of the engine filled the entire cabin, like surging waves constantly hitting the rocks.

Hu Xiaobei leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and began to mentally process some of the plot details from "Xiu Xian." Unconsciously, amidst the roar of the plane, they were approaching their destination...

As the plane gradually approached Jiuhuang Airport, the stewardess's gentle voice came over the radio, informing passengers that they were about to arrive at their destination and asked them to fasten their seat belts.

Hu Xiaobei came back to his senses from his plot, subconsciously touched his seat belt, and tilted his head to look out the window.

It was around 9:30 in the evening, and it was pitch black outside the window, with no view to be seen.

Suddenly, without any warning, the plane began to shake violently, and the fuselage swayed violently from side to side like a lone boat in the stormy waves.

In an instant, the small objects beside the seats were shaken and fell to the ground.

The lights flickered, as if sending out a desperate distress signal, reflecting the panicked faces of the people.

An Xiaoqian clutched the armrest in fear. Amid the trembling noise of the aircraft, she asked with a trembling voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

Liu Xiaoli was also startled, her mind still in a panic, but she still forced herself to remain calm and subconsciously held her daughter's hand: "Don't be afraid, mom is here."

At this moment, the broadcasting voice suddenly sounded: "Dear passengers...Dear passengers, due to the current bad weather conditions at the airport, there is heavy fog and visibility is extremely low.

Moreover, the wind direction was changeable and unstable, which caused great interference to the aircraft landing. We were temporarily unable to land and needed to circle in the air and wait.

The specific landing time is yet to be determined. Please be patient and follow the crew's instructions." Upon hearing this news, the cabin was in an uproar.

Hu Xiaobei's heart tightened, but he calmly said, "Don't panic, let's see the situation first."

As he spoke, he unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly checked for a parachute near the three-person seat.

After confirming it, he returned to his seat and fastened his seat belt.

I couldn't help but wonder: In such a harsh environment, can the shadow ability protect the lives of three people?

Liu Xiaoli maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but the worry in her eyes was hard to conceal.

Her eyes were always fixed on An Xiaoqian, paying attention to her daughter's every move.

After the initial panic, An Xiaoqian quickly calmed down.

She raised her chin slightly, a hint of bravery and curiosity in her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaobei, are you scared? This is the first time I've encountered such a serious problem with the plane."

There was a hint of uncontrollable excitement in the tone, as if this was not a crisis but a new adventure.

Hu Xiaobei looked at her helplessly, only to see that her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were bright. She looked indeed afraid but also a little excited.

The words of comfort that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back by him, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

I had no choice but to close my eyes, activate my spiritual perception ability, and carefully sense the situation outside through the fuselage.

The plane continued to circle in the air, and every bump made the passengers' hearts jump to their throats.

An Xiaoqian, who had just been a little excited, was like a little quail again. She closed her eyes tightly and muttered to herself, "I'm still a little scared!"

Hu Xiaobei sat up straighter, looking at her with a firm and steady gaze, his voice low and powerful: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

When An Xiaoqian heard this, she thought of Hu Xiaobei's performance when he lifted two large boxes effortlessly, and she felt inexplicably relieved.

But then I thought, we are now on a plane, and no matter how strong I am, I can't fly, so I can't help but feel scared again.

But compared to just now, it is much better.

　Generally speaking, civil aircraft are not equipped with parachutes for passengers.

　　However, some small civilian aircraft or special-purpose aircraft may be equipped with parachutes, and some civilian aircraft may be equipped with parachutes for crew members, but this is not the case.

　　Jiuhuang is a bit special here, as it is written as being equipped with a parachute.

　　Finally, I would like to thank book friend roto00028 for the reminder.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)