The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Ye Shu sat by the window on the plane, her face pressed against the small window, staring blankly out the window.

There's not much to see. The plane is above the clouds, I think it's called the stratosphere. All you can see are the clouds and the plane's engine belching black smoke.

Wait a minute! A plane engine belching black smoke?!

He realized what was happening, pressed his face against the window, and stared at the large engine on the plane's wing.

A plume of black smoke was billowing out from behind the engine, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Then, flames appeared in the black smoke.

Ye Shu looked at the scene he had seen in many movie clips about plane crashes, and his blood ran cold; his mind went completely blank.

Oh no, something's happened.

He didn't even have time to think about questions like "why" or "what to do," but instead suddenly turned his head to look at the person in the seat next to him.

Ye Shu could no longer tell who she was online; he only knew that she was beside him, one of them.

"It's...it's all over..."

Ye Shu stammered out those words, then reached out and gripped the hand of the person next to her tightly.

The person next to me seemed to have just woken up, and mumbled a confused "Hmm?"

Ye Shu didn't care about anything else anymore, and directly stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, holding her very tightly:

"The plane...the plane is on fire! We're...doomed..."

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, and he cried very loudly.

Forget about manliness and the idea of ​​"not shedding tears," forget all that! In the face of death, you don't care about saving face at all.

All he wanted to do now was cry, to hold the person in his arms tightly, and cry in utter despair.

But to be honest, he's not really that scared right now. He's more feeling despair, confusion, and a blank stare of helplessness.

With the rapid development of technology, people have more and more ways to travel.

Of all the modes of transportation, Ye Shu dislikes airplanes the most.

To put it bluntly, if a train crashes, you might be able to jump out of the window. If a ship sinks, at least you can struggle in the sea for a while, even though it's probably not very useful, but at least you still have a chance to fight back.

But what about airplanes? At tens of thousands of meters in the air, if something happens, it's like a metal can falling from the sky, and there's nowhere to run.

Although scientific research suggests that the probability of a plane crash is actually lower than the previous two types, Ye Shu still harbors this fear deep down.

Unexpectedly, I actually encountered this low-probability event.

Ye Shu hugged the person in her arms tightly, buried her face in her shoulder, and cried with snot and tears streaming down her face, but her mind was filled with random thoughts.

This is said to be a self-protective mechanism of the human brain. When faced with a huge shock, the brain will forcibly help you shift your attention to avoid mental breakdown.

Ye Shu is in this state right now because he's already starting to think, what if... what if he's lucky and the plane crashes headfirst into the sea, and the two of them are washed ashore on an unknown island, where they live a life of eating fruit and wearing leaves... fighting with the island's savages and wild boars, teaching them how to make fire and build houses... maybe he can even become a chieftain or something...

No, what am I thinking!

Ye Shu suddenly came to his senses, and only now did the feeling of fear belatedly surge up, causing him to cry even more bitterly.

He looked up as he cried, trying to see the face of the person in his arms, but with so many tears, he could only make out a blurry image.

He sobbed intermittently as he spoke in a trembling voice:

"I love you... I really love you... Although I don't know who's listening right now, I love each and every one of you... Thank you for letting me know what it feels like to like someone and be liked, and for letting me taste the flavor of love... I'm so happy, so happy to have met you all..."

He basically said whatever came to mind, wanting to express all his thoughts before he died.

"It's just...it's a bit of a shame...I'm still a virgin...I've kept my virginity for over twenty years...Damn it, I never thought it would end like this...like this! I'm so ripped off!"

His last words were heartbreaking; he cried uncontrollably, holding the person in his arms tightly.

The reason he was holding on like that wasn't because he wanted to take advantage of her before he died.

Firstly, he was truly reluctant to part with her and wanted to experience as much of her feelings as possible before he died.

Secondly, he wanted to protect her in his arms, even though it wouldn't really help, but what if, with him as an extra layer, she survived?

He howled a few more times before he could barely stop. He raised his arm and wiped his tears on his sleeve, but the tears still kept flowing uncontrollably.

But this wailing did release a lot of his despair. He began to calm down, looked down at the person he was holding too tightly in his arms, who seemed uncomfortable, and said in a very serious tone, as if facing a life-or-death separation:

"Remember, if you survive... you all must be well... you must be well, okay? No matter who it is... you must live on... Tell Xiaoxue to be strong... Xiaqing, stop drinking and staying up late all the time, Zhiqiu... Zhiqiu, don't be too sad, and Xiaonuan... be more cheerful..."

As he said this, his face twitched and he couldn't help but cry again, saying between sobs:

"Even without me... you must live well... live very happily, and then... and then find someone who is good to you..."

In the end, he couldn't say anything more and could only hold the person in his arms tightly.

He was so engrossed in crying that he completely ignored his surroundings, the quietness of the cabin as if it were just the two of them, the fact that the plane was still flying for so long, and the fact that the person in his arms hadn't said a word...

Just as Ye Shu was crying so hard she almost fainted, she heard the cockpit door open and someone walk out.

The man was all muscle, with bulging cheeks, throbbing temples, and bulging muscles on his arms. He wore a tight-fitting suit and a cape on his back.

Ye Shu was completely stunned and forgot to cry. She was just sobbing a little because she had cried so hard earlier.

After Ye Shu clearly saw the person's appearance, she opened her mouth wide, tears and snot still on her face, and said:

"Holy crap... Superman?!"

But then he realized something was wrong; it wasn't Superman.

Superman wears a blue bodysuit and a red cape, with a large "S" on his chest, and his smile is sunny and righteous.

And the person in front of me, with that signature wicked smile, that red and blue bodysuit, and that patterned cape...

Ye Shu opened her mouth wide again, tears and snot streaming down her face, and said:

"Holy crap... Homelander?!"

It's like the heavens are against me!

Ye Shu was excited when he saw Superman. He didn't know why, but he just believed that the person was Superman and that the person could fly.

But the moment he saw the Homelander, he began to suspect that the smoke coming from the plane was caused by him.

Just as Ye Shu was about to faint while holding the person in his arms, he saw the Patriot slowly walk up to him and stop.

Then he slowly leaned down, his signature twisted smile bringing him closer to Ye Shu. He reached out a hand and gently stroked Ye Shu's face, saying:

"Little Shu... Little Shu, wake up..."

"what!"

Ye Shu suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, staring at the ceiling.

His heart was beating very fast, he was sweating, and the back of his clothes was wet.

As the pale light of dawn broke over the horizon outside the window, Ye Shu remembered that this was her bedroom, not the airplane cabin.

Oh my god, I had a nightmare...

He realized what was happening, and his tense body gradually relaxed; to be precise, he felt a bit exhausted.

Her eyes were wet, and tears streamed down her cheeks to her temples, soaking her temples and pillow.

Because I cried so hard in my dream, my throat is still throbbing, just like a child who can't stop crying.

Moreover, he felt a hand touching his face, and when he looked down, he saw that he was indeed holding someone in his arms.

Soft and warm.

Zhi Qiu was being held tightly in his arms, her little face pressed against his collarbone, and her face was now a little red from being held so tightly.

She was looking at me with some concern, and only after seeing that I was awake did she ask:

"Did little Shu have a nightmare?"

Then she shifted up in Ye Shu's arms, reached out, and pulled Ye Shu's head into her embrace, softly comforting her:

"It's alright...it's alright..."

Her voice was soft. Ye Shu nestled in Zhi Qiu's arms, feeling the warmth of her embrace and her scent. It was so reassuring.

Ye Shu's sobs gradually subsided, and then she slowly closed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He is very happy now.