Wang Bo's seat is located at the window of the left aisle, with a good view, but once the plane flies high, the scenery outside becomes the same and is hard to see on the ground. The blue sky is so blue that there is no trace of impurities, and the continuous clouds like snow-white cotton mountains, blue and white, extending infinitely to both sides, with endless skylines.

This kind of majestic and vast thing will feel a sense of insignificance after looking at this kind of majestic and vast horizon. Especially when the clouds are thin and the horizon on the ground is also visible, whether it is the magnificent mountains, plains, endless streams and lakes, whether it is a bustling metropolis with a large population, or a sparsely populated country, from a height of thousands or tens of thousands of meters, it has become a sparse and difficult to identify. The great power of mankind to change the world and its arrogant majesty suddenly appear small in front of the vast and boundless nature.

Wang Bo thought that he was just sitting on the plane. If he was in the International Space Station more than 300 kilometers, he would even go further, like Armstrong, who was standing on the moon and taking a "big step forward for human beings", when these astronauts looked at the blue earth from afar, and then looked back at the vast, vast and boundless universe behind him, which could not even see the largest telescope. This kind of insignificance, humility, and then awe of nature would be even more serious?

One or two hours after the plane took off, Wang Bo slowly tasted the Qingdao beer given to him by the drunkard peanuts, and sometimes looked at the vast sky outside the window, while thinking about it. He felt that he seemed to have a different state of mind, another vision and another view, as if he had escaped from the depressed, depressed, unable to lift his spirits, unable to find vitality and meaning because of the continuous blow in his relationship.

This was a wonderful illusion. He felt that he seemed to have become another person, and the former one had nothing to do with him for the time being.

Four flight attendants and ten first-class VIPs are basically responsible for two to three. As for who is responsible for serving whom, there seems to be some division of labor within several flight attendants. Wang Bo noticed that Ning Qian seemed to be responsible for him, who was standing by the window on the left and the middle-aged fat man with an empty seat behind him.

Of course, it is not that others cannot ask Ning Qian to serve her, but other guests can also call her, but each flight attendant mainly focuses on the two or three VIP guests she is responsible for.

Wang Bo didn't bother Ning Qian after calling a can of beer. However, the fat man behind him called Ning Qian to him from time to time, and asked for food, drinks, and newspapers and magazines to read. In the end, he simply asked Ning Qian to chat with him. The chat level was also very low. He started to brag about how big his business was and how famous he was in the local area. He lived in a villa, drove on Mercedes-Benz and BMW, and so on, so he bragged about it. After the bragging performance, he began to go straight and asked Ning Qian's income in an extremely rude manner. Ning Qian didn't say it in detail, but only said that there were a few thousand a month. When the fat man heard it, he began to flatter his mouth and said in a disdainful tone that the front desk of his company was more than a few thousand a month. If Ning Qian was willing to work in his company, the monthly salary was 10,000 yuan, and the bonus was calculated separately!

In a reasonable situation, the flight attendants almost responded to the requests of first-class VIPs. Therefore, although Ning Qian knew that the fat man was chatting with her and her methods were quite inferior, she was actually very impatient with this upstart who was vulgar and had a wave of nausea and bad breath when she spoke, but she had no way to refuse the other party chatting with her. If she was in economy class, she could refuse on the grounds that she needed to serve other passengers. However, in a flight attendant who was only responsible for two or three VIPs, she was idle most of the time, and she was waiting for the VIPs to call her but could not find a reason to refuse.

When Ning Qian passed by Wang Bo and turned around to help the fat man behind him take this and that, Wang Bo clearly saw a deep helplessness on the girl's face.

So Wang Bo called Ning Qian and said softly to him: "Miss Ning, please pour me a drink later."

"Okay, Mr. Wang. Please wait." Ning Qian was stunned at first, then smiled brightly, and there seemed to be a hint of relief between her eyebrows and eyes.

The girl took the nail clipper he wanted for the fat man behind, then returned to the kitchen and poured drinks for Wang Bo. When she came back again, she had an extra tray for the drinks on her hand, with Coke, Sprite, and orange juice on it. Wang Bo asked the other party to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

"Mr. Wang, can you...can you sign a name for me?" When leaving, Ning Qian suddenly spoke out, and her little face blushed and asked Wang Bo to ask him for a request that he had hesitated for a long time.

"You know me?" Wang Bo didn't expect that the beautiful flight attendant in front of him was actually his fan.

"Yeah!" Ning Qian nodded suddenly and said with admiration, "Mr. Wang, I not only know you, but also Angela Fang and Miss Fang, who were made famous by you. I especially like the songs you wrote to Miss Fang, especially "Courage" and "It's a pity that's not you", and Miss Fang's unique and heavenly voice."

"Haha, after a long time of fun, it turns out that you are a fan of Youyou, which makes me feel passionate and I am so happy. But, to correct me, Miss Fang is not popular with me. Even if she doesn't meet me, with her singing voice, she will sooner or later create a world in the music industry." Wang Bo smiled and showed a regretful look.

Ning Qian immediately became anxious and shook her head and denied: "No, Mr. Wang, I...I admire you very much, really, I won't lie to you."

"Okay! No need to explain. I don't have a pen on my body, go get the paper and pen, Ning Qian." Wang Bo smiled. Seeing the other party's embarrassment and eager to defend himself, he suddenly became very happy for some reason.

Ning Qian went to get a hard-crust notebook and a signature pen and handed it to Wang Bo. Wang Bo opened the cover of the notebook and the first page was dense, small and beautiful handwriting. Ning Qian's pretty face turned red, and when Wang Bo had not seen the contents of his diary clearly, he quickly turned the notebook to the last page and said stammeringly:

"Mr. Wang, you...you will sign me on this page."

"Okay. But it's enough to just sign. I don't need to write anything?" Wang Bo looked at the flight attendant in front of him with a delicate makeup, delicate facial features and exquisite exquisiteness.

"You...you can do whatever you want." Ning Qian said with a red face.

"Then I'll write it casually." Wang Bo unscrewed the pen cover and began to dance on the snow-white paper leaves:

Miss Ning Qianning:

Happy, safe, happy, every day!

PS: You usually have a very tiring job, very hard work, and sometimes you feel aggrieved - like the annoying fat man behind me now, so you must be happy and strong :)

Prince An!

Flight CA933 from the Imperial Capital to Paris on September 28, 2003.

Ning Qian, who was half-squatting by Wang Bo with one foot, almost watched the other party sign her with a stroke. When she saw Wang Bo wishing her "happy, peace and happiness", Ning Qian only felt a warm current surging in her heart, extremely warm.

When she saw Wang Bo say that she was "tired, hard, and sometimes very wronged", Ning Qian felt sore and wanted to cry. She just felt that the boy around her really understood them and understood them so much! The first time she met someone who could know and evaluate her from the perspective of their flight attendant.

Finally, when the other party gave an example and wrote "For example, the annoying fat man behind me now", she couldn't help but laugh, and she felt that the big boy was too funny and "too bad", and she thought of the same thing as her.

So, a strong feeling of gratitude and joy overflowed in her Hungarian accent.

"Don't let others see this signature, especially the fat man behind him! That guy is tall and big, at least 1/10 tons, and he walks like a mountain of meat. I can't beat him!" After signing, Wang Bo put on his pen cap, closed the notebook, put his mouth to Ning Qian's ear, and whispered.
Chapter completed!