"Sir, please wait until the plane flies smoothly before unbuckling your seat belt. If you need a drink, please give me your instructions."
Ye Qing didn't answer, he was so weak now that he couldn't even open his mouth.
The dragon stone jadeite in the palm of my hand was getting redder and redder, as if it was about to bleed.
The stewardess bowed slightly and left disappointed.
A deafening roar suddenly sounded, and the plane slid across the long runway and took off into the sky.
The huge pushing feeling made Ye Qing's body tilt back involuntarily.
The blood in the dragon stone Pixiu in the palm of my hand suddenly flowed backwards!
A gentle and pleasant liquid followed the horn of Pixiu and was instilled into Ye Qing's flesh and blood.
As the blood flowed through his veins, his eyes began to tingle and swell, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
The plane enters the stratosphere and its huge inertia disappears.
"Sir, what's wrong with you!"
I don't know when, the beautiful stewardess appeared next to Ye Qing again, carefully took out a white handkerchief and wiped the tears on his face.
"Thank you!" Ye Qing opened his eyes and smiled ashamedly, but suddenly saw the white handkerchief in the stewardess's hand, which was stained by his own tears:
"I'm sorry, I soiled your handkerchief. How much will it cost? I'll pay it to you!"
The beautiful flight attendant suppressed her smile and asked curiously: "Sir, is this your first time flying? I was so scared that I cried just now!"
Ye Qing felt inexplicably wronged, but he also knew that no amount of explanations would be in vain:
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." He took out his wallet and took out two hundred yuan: "Excuse me, wait for the plane to land and buy another handkerchief for yourself!"
"A handkerchief, worthless!" Seeing that he had no intention of returning the handkerchief to her, nor asking for his money, the stewardess smiled sweetly:
"Sir, you were sweating all over just now. Would you like to go to the bathroom to clean yourself and change clothes?"
Only then did Ye Qing realize that the inexplicable liquid in the Dragon Stone Pixiu had poured into his blood vessels just now.
Not only were tears welling up in my eyes, but a lot of sweat was secreted from my pores, emitting a foul smell. No wonder the flight attendant kindly reminded me.
Ye Qing hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, carried his small suitcase, and rushed into the bathroom in a panic!
Lock the door, turn on the faucet, stuff the dragon stone Pixiu in your hand into your suitcase, and take out a change of clothes.
Ye Qing then took off his casual clothes and looked at the spots on his skin.
I also secretly wondered in my heart, I am not dirty, but why do I get an extra layer of dirt when I sweat.
Could it be the legendary cutting off the hair and cleaning out the marrow? I must have read too many novels!
Ye Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly. He dipped the towel in water and quickly cleaned his body. The smell disappeared and he felt instantly refreshed.
Staring at the mirror on the wall and observing my own eyes, I saw that there was no clairvoyance or anything unusual.
He took out the Dragon Stone Pixiu from the suitcase and observed it carefully for a while. The blood inside was gone, just like a piece of green glass.
Suspiciously, he hung the dragon stone Pixiu around his neck and then put on a white sportswear.
After cleaning up and opening the door, the beautiful stewardess squatted and knelt ten meters away with her back to him, whispering something to a passenger.
Her thin back has a graceful curve, and there is a broken long hair on her shoulder!
When did my eyesight get so good? Ye Qing was shocked!
In order to verify that he saw it correctly, Ye Qing quickly walked over with the suitcase in hand.
The beautiful stewardess moved slightly to make way for her.
Ye Qing stood beside her and whispered: "Thank you!"
"Sir, you're welcome, it's what I should do!" the stewardess said with a smile.
"There is a hair here, let me get it for you!" Ye Qing didn't wait for the flight attendant's permission, and twisted his fingers on her shoulders, but he felt her smooth skin wrapped in clothes tighten instantly!
"Boy, what are you doing? You're taking advantage of the flight attendant!" The middle-aged passenger who had just whispered to the flight attendant shouted loudly, but his eyes were a little envious!
Ye Qing glanced at him coldly, then held the long hair between his fingers and presented it to the stewardess!
"Sir, no, it's rude for our stewardess to have hair loss. I would like to thank this gentleman for helping me take it off!" the stewardess explained softly with a blushing face.
The middle-aged man ignored the stewardess, stood up suddenly, and said sternly:
"Boy, why are you staring? It's as if I, a man from Kyoto, are afraid of a fight!"
"It seems that I am also a man from Kyoto." Ye Qing's eyes became even colder:
"Otherwise, when we get off the plane, let's make gestures!"
"Both gentlemen, it's all a misunderstanding!" the stewardess stood up and said with a smile:
"Besides, we are all civilized people, and fighting won't solve the problem!"
"Boy, where are you from!" the middle-aged man yelled, "I'm from Chaoyang. If I can, I'll go back to Kyoto and make a date."
Ye Qing sneered and said: "I'll accompany you at any time. When you return to Kyoto, you can come to Panjiayuan Stone Studio to find me!"
"My name is Wang Liang. If you don't go, I will be your grandson!" Wang Liang sat back angrily.
"Sir, it's not worth it!" the beautiful stewardess said with a smile:
"We are all gentlemen from Kyoto. They are open and airy. Don't let any trivial things ruin your harmony!"
The stewardess begged softly, and the two of them didn't want to lose the face of the Kyoto man.
Under Wang Liang's fierce gaze, Ye Qing returned to his seat!
The flight attendant thoughtfully brought Ye Qing a drink and asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling okay?"
"It's okay, thank you!" Ye Qing thanked him with a smile. Taking advantage of the situation, he glanced at her nameplate, flight attendant Qin Mingyue!
Qin Mingyue smiled sweetly and said: "It's normal to feel fear when flying for the first time. You'll get used to it after flying a few times."
The beautiful stewardess thought she was a rookie flying for the first time, and she was so scared that she cried.
But Ye Qing really couldn't explain the strange incident just now, so he could only nod with a wry smile.
When the stewardess saw that Ye Qing had no intention of talking to her, she smiled and left feeling disappointed!
Ye Qing closed his eyes and fell asleep, but Wang Liang in the back row refused to let him go: "Man, going to Rayleigh is a gamble, right? Be careful, even your pants will be lost."
Ye Qing didn't open his eyes and said with a smile: "It seems that you are an old gambler.
But don’t forget, everyone who drowns can swim. If it’s your turn to line up on the rooftop, I can help you take the urn back! "
"You!" Wang Liang gritted his teeth and cursed bad luck, but he didn't want to get into trouble again. Gamblers are afraid that others will curse them for losing.
If you provoke this kid again, God knows what shit will come out of his mouth, and he will say with hatred: "I will settle the score with you when I return to Kyoto!"
Ye Qing laughed it off. People who gamble on stone are most afraid of being impetuous. This guy can't find his way when someone provokes him. It would be weird if he doesn't get cheated to death.
After a five-hour flight, the plane landed at Mangshi Airport. When Ye Qing walked out of the airport, he saw his master's old Bentley!
