12dz Chapter 716 It seems to be An Yu
Chapter 716 It seems to be An Yu
The plane to Victoria, Canada was flying steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters. After an unknown amount of time, Teng Zijing slowly fell asleep.
In his dream, Teng Zijing felt hungry. Suddenly, he saw a flight attendant standing at the cabin entrance.
He waved his hands subconsciously and asked, "Miss, can I have a bowl of beef noodles?"
The flight attendant nodded politely, and soon came over briskly pushing the food cart.
She wore a standard smile on her face and whispered, "Zijing, your beef noodles." The voice was so familiar that it seemed to come from the softest corner of her heart, lingering gently in Teng Zijing's ears.
Teng Zijing looked up and couldn't help but cry out in surprise: "Xiaoyu? Why is it you?"
"Zijing, aren't you hungry? This is the beef noodles I made for you. Come and try it and see how it tastes."
At this moment, Teng Zijing's eyes were full of dullness, and it seemed that An Yu was the only one left in the world in his eyes.
He slowly stretched out his hand and held the hand that An Yu was holding to hold the noodles, so tightly that the chopsticks fell to the ground with a "click".
His heart and eyes were fixed on An Yi's sweet smile, his eyes full of attachment and affection, as if time had stopped at this moment.
He lowered his head slightly, gently lifted An Yu's hand to his lips, and gently touched the back of her hand with his lips.
He began to rub it slowly, again and again, his movements were gentle and slow, as if he wanted to melt all the longing of these years into this delicate touch.
Afterwards, he couldn't help but place a series of small and affectionate kisses on the back of her hand, murmuring to himself: "Xiaoyu, I miss you so much, I really miss you so much..."
Outside the dream, Deng Zhouyi looked at Teng Zijing with disdain. He leaned sideways and tried to quietly withdraw his arm, but Teng Zijing's grip was too tight, and he couldn't move at all.
Teng Zijing was like a possessed man, rubbing the back of his hand gently with his lips just like he had treated An Yu's hand in his dream, and kissing him lightly from time to time.
Teng Zijing had a bad habit when sleeping. If he fell asleep when he was in a bad mood, he would be beaten for no reason if he was disturbed by an intruder, and Teng Zijing would not know anything about it when he woke up.
Deng Zhouyi had been with him for a long time and naturally knew this problem well, so even though he felt helpless, he did not dare to stop his behavior easily.
He could only frown tightly, suppressing this somewhat disgusting action, and listen to Teng Zijing's unclear words in his sleep.
In that dreamlike dream, Teng Zijing seemed to be in a wonderful world that belonged only to him and An Yu.
A soft and hazy light filled the air all around, and the entire space was filled with deep love.
His eyes were filled with deep obsession, and he expressed without reservation his deep longing and earnest expectations for An Yi over the years.
Those words were like a gurgling stream in the mountains, and every word was filled with endless affection, as if they burst out naturally from the deepest part of his heart.
You have to know that those who can afford to attend aristocratic schools either have extremely wealthy family backgrounds or have extraordinary wisdom and strength.
Just when Teng Zijing's emotions surged like a tide and reached a state of deep selflessness,
As if performing magic, he carefully took out a dazzling diamond ring from his arms.
The diamond ring sparkled charmingly under the dreamy halo, reflecting countless tiny and dazzling rays of light.
It was as if all the beauty in the world was condensed in this small ring. He gently took An Yu's hand, which was as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade, slender and soft.
He slowly put the diamond ring on the ring finger of An Yu's slender hand, his movements gentle and solemn, as if he was completing an extremely sacred and solemn ceremony.
Then, he gently kissed the diamond ring, raised his head with joy, and gazed at An Yu with eyes full of tenderness and love, as if thousands of stars were twinkling in his eyes.
At this moment, An Yu's smile was as beautiful as a flower. That smile was like the brightest sunshine in spring, bright and warm, as if it could dispel all the haze in Teng Zijing's heart.
However, at this beautiful moment, it was as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into the calm lake, causing layers of terrifying ripples to appear.
An's face, which was filled with a happy smile, began to change gradually without any warning.
The originally familiar and friendly face gradually turned into Qiu Beichen's appearance under Teng Zijing's horrified gaze.
Teng Zijing seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue. His whole body shook violently, and his eyes were instantly filled with shock and fear.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became rapid and heavy in an instant.
A chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, which quickly soaked his back.
Then, out of instinct, he glared at "An Yu" who had transformed into Qiu Beichen.
He used all his strength to punch, and that punch carried all his shock, anger and anxiety at the moment.
Fortunately, Deng Zhouyi knew Teng Zijing very well and kept an eye on his movements. Suddenly, he saw Teng Zijing acting like he was crazy.
He pushed his arm away with force, and turned sideways with an extremely frightened look, and then a heavy punch with a whistling sound came towards him.
Deng Zhouyi reacted quickly and dodged sideways quickly with the adaptability he had acquired over the years.
At the same time, he was quick to grab Teng Zijing's hand and shouted anxiously, "Master Jing, wake up..."
Deng Zhouyi saw from close range that Teng Zijing's cheeks and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat.
Those beads of sweat sparkled under the soft light in the cabin, like tiny pearls.
There was still a lingering fear and panic in Teng Zijing's eyes, and he seemed to be still trapped in the terrible dream just now, unable to extricate himself.
After Teng Zijing was awakened by Deng Zhouyi, the scene just now kept appearing in his mind.
An Yu's smile suddenly turned into Qiu Beichen's, as if it was a nightmare that could never be shaken off.
He reached out and took off the blindfold in a daze, his movements seeming a little flustered.
Then, he subconsciously loosened his tie, which was a little tight, trying to make himself breathe more smoothly.
Finally, he cast his gaze toward the window outside the cabin where night was about to fall. The sky outside the window had gradually been dyed with a layer of deep twilight, as if foreshadowing the confusion and heaviness in his heart at the moment.
Deng Zhouyi was filled with concern when he saw Teng Zijing like this. He calmly reached into his inner pocket and, with gentle and practiced movements, pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief.
He leaned slightly to the side and handed the handkerchief to Teng Zijing. With just the right amount of concern on his face, he asked softly, "Master Jing, wipe your face. What did you dream about that made you so excited?"
The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a soothing power. In the slightly noisy cabin environment, it was clearly transmitted to Teng Zijing's ears.
Teng Zijing was slightly startled, his eyes falling on the handkerchief Deng Zhouyi handed him. He let out a long sigh, which seemed to carry the complex emotions brought about by the dream just now.
Then he slowly stretched out his hand and took the handkerchief, his movements seeming a little slow.
He first wiped his forehead gently, following the contours of his forehead to wipe away the fine beads of sweat.
Then he slowly wiped along both sides of his cheeks, his movements delicate and slow, as if he wanted to erase the trace of fear in his dream.
Finally, he gently pressed the wings of his nose with the corner of his handkerchief, looked ahead with a somewhat empty gaze, and asked casually, "Where are we?" There was a hint of fatigue and hoarseness in his voice.
Deng Zhouyi noticed Teng Zijing's every move and responded in an orderly manner when he heard the question:
"Master Jing, according to the flight plan, we will reach our destination in another twenty minutes." His tone was firm and steady, and he was not surprised by Teng Zijing's dependence on him.
As the plane gradually lowered its altitude, its fuselage slowly disappeared into the twinkling starry sky.
Under the night sky, the stars are like bright gems, densely inlaid on the vast sky.
Interwoven with the flashing navigation lights of the aircraft, it forms a fantastic and dreamlike picture.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the cabin became increasingly quiet, and the passengers seemed to be immersed in the anticipation of arriving at their destination.
Only the low roar of the plane engine vibrated slightly in the quiet air.
Then, a clear and pleasant broadcast sounded clearly in the cabin: "Dear passengers flying to Victoria, Canada, hello everyone!
The flight has successfully arrived in the beautiful city of Victoria. We sincerely thank you for choosing this flight. It is our great honor to serve you.
When you are ready to disembark, please pay attention to the signal lights and strictly follow the relevant procedures.
Because in the small cabin space, if the operation is improper, it is easy to accidentally injure others or yourself.
We hope all passengers will have a pleasant and unforgettable time in Victoria. Thank you again for riding with us and wish you a pleasant journey!
The broadcast was gentle and kind, like a warm current flowing through the hearts of every passenger, bringing a warm end to the journey.
In the bustling airport, the crowds of people were like a surging river, flowing from various passages to different areas.
People are walking in a hurry, carrying the fatigue of the journey and the anticipation of embarking on a new journey, forming a dynamic and lively picture.
Yu Fei still had his lively and cheerful temperament. He was carrying a fashionable travel bag and dragging the suitcase steadily with both hands.
Even in this crowded environment, he always held An Yu's hand tightly, and he looked so cautious, as if he was afraid that An Yu would disappear like a phantom if he was not careful.
In the hall, people from all corners of the world gathered together, with people of different skin colors and nationalities intertwined.
Various languages collide with each other, as if weaving a colorful multicultural web in the air.
Yu Fei keenly noticed that An Yu still had some sleepiness on her face. His eyes were full of concern, and he said softly:
"Sister An Yu, when we get to the hotel, go take a nice hot bath and then go to bed early.
You have to be energetic tomorrow, be alert, and take Xiaofei out to play."
An Yu looked at Yu Fei's expectant face, like a child longing for a gift, his eyes full of innocence and expectation.
The corners of her mouth could not help but rise, revealing a sweet smile, and she teased: "Okay, okay, tomorrow, I will find a place to sell you."
After hearing this, Yu Fei's eyes turned and he responded playfully: "Then I will help you count the money." After saying that, he chuckled twice through his nose. His humorous look made An Yu laugh.
The two looked at each other, and their cheerful laughter could be clearly heard outside the noisy airport, as if this laughter could dispel the fatigue of the journey.
At this moment, Yu Fei's sharp eyes caught a car not far away, and he excitedly stretched out his finger.
Pointing over there, he said, "Hey, Sister An Yu, look, the hotel car has arrived. The service is quite punctual."
An Yu looked in the direction of his finger, nodded, and introduced: "Of course,
This hotel is well-known in the industry, with strict management and has always done a good job in terms of service timeliness.”
As they were talking, the hotel driver walked up quickly, with a professional smile on his face, politely opened the car door, and respectfully escorted the two of them into the car.
On the other side, Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi had just walked out of the airport exit and were standing on the roadside looking for the car that would pick them up from the hotel they had booked.
At this moment, Teng Zijing's eyes inadvertently swept across the traffic not far away, and a familiar figure instantly came into view.
He couldn't help but stop, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered softly: "Ah, that figure... seems to be An Yu."
When Deng Zhouyi heard this, a teasing look appeared on his face, and he said jokingly, "What's the matter, Master Jing, are you possessed?
Ever since I saw Miss An at the cinema, I've been possessed by a demon. How come I see her everywhere? Where is she? Why can't I see her? "
Teng Zijing rolled his eyes at him unhappily, pointed in one direction among the traffic, and said:
"It's the car with the Laura Point Hotel logo. I clearly saw her get in it just now."
Deng Zhouyi looked in the direction Teng Zijing pointed, and saw the rear ends of cars weaving in and out of the surging traffic, which was dazzling. He tried hard to look for it, but did not see the car that Teng Zijing mentioned.