I simply didn’t return to Los Angeles. Anyway, there is no point in taking all the luggage with you whether you live or die.
After waiting anxiously for several hours in the first-class lounge of JFK Airport, Cheng Yu finally boarded the plane.
This flight came from a domestic airline. When boarding the plane, Cheng Yu felt the extra enthusiasm from his compatriots. This enthusiasm obviously exceeded the courtesy of first-class passengers, but at the moment, his mind was full of black and white.
Cheng Yu failed to notice this.
The first-class cabin was empty. Except for Cheng Yu, there was only a slightly fat young man sitting in the seat to the right behind Cheng Yu.
Before taking off, Cheng Yu took one last look at the ground through the porthole window. After coming to the United States, he spent his days before college in New York, and he was quite familiar with this place.
Twenty minutes later, the plane had risen to a sufficient altitude and started flying smoothly. The soft voice of the flight attendant sounded in the cabin, saying that services would be provided to everyone soon.
The stewardess just walked up to Cheng Yu, squatted down, keeping her eyes level with Cheng Yu, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Cheng, do you need any drinks or snacks?"
Cheng Yu opened his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot eyes. After all, he had not been able to get even one minute of sleep since he learned that he had brain cancer and died soon. His mental state at this moment seemed extremely bad.
Shaking his head, Cheng Yu just wanted to lie down quietly for a while. He was usually cheerful, but now he didn't even want to say a word.
The stewardess hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "Mr. Cheng, I see that you seem very tired. I personally suggest that you drink some alcoholic beverages. Our flight will take about fifteen hours, so drink something."
Wine will help you rest more."
Cheng Yu thought for a while and felt that what the stewardess said made sense. For a person who was about to die, getting drunk might be a very good choice.
"I personally suggest you drink some red wine..." Seeing that Cheng Yu had no objection, the flight attendant lost no time in adding.
"What kind of spirits are there on the plane?" Cheng Yu waved his hand, "The higher the alcohol content, the better."
The flight attendant smiled slightly and said: "In addition to the necessary necessities such as whiskey, brandy and vodka, our crew learned that you will be taking this flight, so we specially prepared the national liquor Moutai for you. In addition, we also prepared some drinks to go with it.
Although the side dishes are all purchased locally in New York and the taste is incomparable with those in China, they are still more suitable to your taste than the American snacks."
Cheng Yu was slightly startled by this. There was actually Maotai?
He automatically ignored the words "especially for you" said by the flight attendant.
Soon, the flight attendant presented Cheng Yu with a bottle of high-quality Maotai, along with four side dishes - preserved eggs with chopped peppers, beef in soy sauce, fried peanuts and braised pig ears.
In fact, Cheng Yu has rarely been able to eat these famous domestic dishes with wine in recent years, but now that he sees them, he really has a little appetite.
After pouring a glass of wine, the unique Maotai-flavor aroma of Maotai wine suddenly filled the first-class cabin. Before Cheng Yu could take a sip, he heard the sound of his nose twitching from behind him.
"Here, Maotai, I thought I heard it wrong. I said to the stewardess, when did Maotai serve us on this plane? There are even dishes to go with wine. This service is good. What about that, give it to me too
Take one like this."
Upon hearing this, the flight attendant immediately walked towards the man and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Cheng brought these on the plane himself, but he just gave them to our crew to keep for safekeeping."
The man scratched his head and said, "That's what I said. That's right. There is no rule against carrying liquids on overseas flights. If I had known, I would have brought a bottle of wine with me, and it would have been more than ten hours..."
The flight attendant smiled and said, "Do you need anything?"
The man shook his head, thinking that the aroma of this wine was so strong that it would make him forget about drinking wine from foreigners. He looked at Cheng Yu and the bottle of Maotai in Cheng Yu's hand, rolled his eyes, and had an idea.
After moving to the seat next to Cheng Yu and sitting down, the man struck up a conversation and said, "Are you having a drink?"
Cheng Yu turned his face and looked at the man. He actually knew what he wanted to do, but he said seriously: "Well, let's drink."
The man rolled his eyes, thinking that this was nonsense. At this moment, Cheng Yu picked up the wine glass and took a sip, which stimulated the man's sense of smell and taste and made him swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"This wine tastes good, doesn't it?"
Cheng Yu nodded again and replied sincerely: "Yes, it smells good."
The man once again felt that he was being chatted to death. He had no choice but to purse his lips and said: "What, the wine bug is aroused by the aroma of your wine, how about you give me a few sips and let me have a taste?"
"Oh, it turns out you want to drink..."
The man nodded vigorously, his eyes shining.
In the past, Cheng Yu would definitely tease that person again, but just as he was about to speak, his interest suddenly waned. Why would he tease someone who was about to die?
"If you don't mind, let's have a drink together."
The man's eyes suddenly widened. Without saying a word, he picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
The flight attendant also brought the cup very wisely. The man sighed that Moutai was delicious, and said to Cheng Yu: "My name is Guan Lu, what's yours?"
"Cheng Yu."
Guan Lu was very talkative, even more talkative than Cheng Yu in the past. The two of them drank wine and chatted. Cheng Yu was not as depressed as before, and his mood became slightly better.
Soon the bottle of wine was empty. The manager thanked him and went back to his seat to sleep. Cheng Yu looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark, so he flattened his seat and wanted to take a nap.
Not knowing how long it took, Cheng Yu was woken up by a violent jolt.
On the radio, there was the soft voice of the flight attendant. She said that the plane encountered strong airflow, but it would be over safely soon. She hoped that all passengers would fasten their seat belts and stay in their seats, blah blah blah.
This situation is not too common, but it is not uncommon, but the bumps seem a bit unusual.
Cheng Yu suddenly felt a bright light coming from the porthole on his left. He turned his head involuntarily and saw thunder and lightning crackling in the distance. He suddenly woke up from his drunken state.
What kind of airflow is this? It's just a thunderstorm, right?
Just when he saw the flight attendant from before stumbling back to her seat to sit down, Cheng Yu grabbed her and said, "Were you in a thunderstorm?"
The stewardess turned pale, biting her lower lip and nodded slightly. She wanted to hide it from Cheng Yu, but she didn't dare. After all, this person had a special status.
Seeing that the plane was getting more and more bumpy, and those thunder and lightning seemed to be shining around the plane, the stewardess had to sit next to Cheng Yu temporarily, quickly put on her seat belt, and whispered: "Mr. Cheng, don't worry, the captain will take care of it."
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Cheng Yu suddenly felt his eyes darken, and thought to himself, I'm not that miserable, right? This American doctor said that I can't live for five or six days, how can I catch a thunderstorm just by flying? This thief thinks that I live too long.
, just want to kill me immediately.
How on earth did I offend this damn God in my previous life?
While he was thinking about it, the flight attendant beside him suddenly screamed. Cheng Yu looked around and saw the flight attendant's mouth wide open, her eyes widened, and her pupils almost shrunk to the size of a pinhead.
He turned his head again, holy shit, what the hell is this?
A ball of fire, like a ball, was coming towards the porthole next to Cheng Yu...
"Ball...ball lightning?!"
Is this because I didn’t die quickly enough?
With a bang, the ball lightning collided with the plane...
As soon as he closed his eyes, Cheng Yu was ready to die immediately, but he had implicated an entire plane of people...
However, there was no fire as expected, but Cheng Yu heard a voice in his head: "It meets the host conditions, and the divine system is successfully bound."