Just turn off your phone.

When I looked up again, the man had disappeared and entered the cockpit.

The plane took off soon.

My ears buzzed for a while, then I entered the stratosphere and sailed steadily.

Nan Song then opened the small table, put the book down, took out the letter paper and pen from the bag, glanced at Xiang Xiang next to him, "You go to the back."

Xiang You was a little stunned and said, "Miss..."

"I want to write something personal, please don't read it unless it's polite."

Nan Song felt that writing something like a checkup was too shameful for a twenty-five-year-old aunt. How could she let others see it?

She flew away to the right like a fly.

There were no other passengers in the first class cabin, so naturally there weren't any dangerous people. Xiang Xiang reluctantly moved his seat to the right, but still did not relax his vigilance.

Laying out the letter paper, Nan Song picked up the pen and began to write about her "feelings after kneeling".

He had almost forgotten the draft he typed last night, so Nan Song had no choice but to write the beginning from memory, and then use his creative power to fill in all kinds of gorgeous rhetoric.

"As the saying goes, 'It is the fault of the father if he is not taught. If he is not taught strictly, it is the teacher's fault'. Ever since my father and mother left, I have really been like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins. I have completely lost control and am running wildly on the prairie. I am too willful.

It’s too unrestrained. I miss my elder brother all the time. I hope I can stay by my elder brother’s side and accept his control, listen to his teachings, wake me up in time, and correct my mistakes..."

While Nan Song was racking his brains to write, he was wondering whether his elder brother could understand it, and he didn't know what level of Chinese reading comprehension he had now.

However, these quotes about admitting mistakes have come and gone. My eldest brother has heard them since he was a child, so he can probably guess them.

The bottom line is -

I understand the principles, but whether I do them or not is another matter; I recognize my mistakes, but whether I can change them or not depends on my mood.

Unknowingly, there was another person next to me.

Nan Song suddenly looked up and saw the "big tall man" staring at her "examination" seriously.

As if he still couldn't see clearly, he directly picked up her letter from the small table and held it in his hand to read.

???

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, suddenly grabbed the letter from his hand, and said with a cold face, "Sir, do you know how to be polite?"

How dare you look at her examination? Are you so embarrassed?!

She unfolded the letter paper again. Fortunately, it was not scratched, but wrinkled a little. However, thinking of her eldest brother's picky character, Nan Song was still a little annoyed and couldn't help but glare at the man.

Then I pressed the book on top and pressed the wrinkles.

Unexpectedly, the man stared at her book again, and read slowly to the words on the cover: "Love in the Time of Cholera. Author, García Márquez."

This time he was very polite and proactively asked, "Can I take a look?"

Of course not!

Nan Song didn't say anything, she just opened the cover of the book, and her name, date, and a line of words were written on the inside page.

The man seemed to have a problem with reading, and read out slowly with his subwoofer-like voice, "Nan Song Collection, January 5, XX. Nan Song's books will not be loaned out."

"oh."

The man understood, then turned to look at her and asked seriously, "Your name is Nansong Zangshu?"

Nan Song: "..."
Chapter completed!