Chapter 93:

Except for a companion who hollowed out his soul, he could get nothing, including the long-awaited answer: the ruler in his heart has been tugging uneasily between love and reason. Find the correct scale.
Zheng Feiyu walked out of the Qingguo Inn with a suitcase, stood on the stone bridge at the door, called Yu Le and asked her to book a ticket for Feiyuanjiang in the afternoon.
Yu Le's position has not changed, and she is still the personal assistant of the CEO of Jiu Sheng. After changing to a good and reasonable boss, her work efficiency has improved dramatically. However, the company was in a temporary situation today. She was so busy that she couldn't afford lunch. It was a coincidence that the call from the previous boss was inserted in the gap between the dozen phone calls.
Zheng Feiyu said in a sentence and was about to hang up. Yu Le shouted and pulled him back: "Wait, wait!"
"what happened?"
Yu Le hurriedly said, "General Zheng, I am afraid you will not be able to return today. Three quarters ago, Yuanjiang's four airports were all closed, and it was said that it would not be possible to open until the sun tomorrow."
"Why?" Zheng Feiyu asked.
"Yuanjiang is going to blow a snowstorm tonight. All night from the evening, all takeoff and landing flights have been temporarily cancelled."
Zheng Feiyun sank: "How big a snowstorm? Can no one fly?"
"No, there aren't any." Yu Le was too anxious over there. The work notepad was full of newly painted forks. "This time it was an emergency red warning. The meteorological bureau just released it. It is said that there are 20 centimeters of snow. Thick, visibility is zero. Not only Yuanyuan River, even the airports in surrounding cities are closed. I have more than a dozen schedules to change here, tomorrow ’s meeting has to be postponed, President Zheng ... is your brother, he is also quite good now Worrying. "
"Okay, I get it. You're busy."
The house leak happened to rain overnight, Zheng Feiyu had to accept the reality of "inorganic flight" and hung up the phone.
He checked the latest flight information again, and sure enough, whenever there was "Yuanjiang" on the side of the takeoff and landing, the status of the flight became a red "cancel".
Yuanjiang is extremely cold this winter, and snowfall is more frequent than in previous years, but most of it is gentle and rarely sweeps through the gale. The impact on aircraft takeoff and landing has been small. It is the first time that such a fierce blizzard has been closed.
It's a misfortune.
Zheng Feiyu supported the bridge rail, and the hand resting on the trunk lever could not help but tighten.
Looks like we have to figure out a way to make up for the night.
He packed his phone and dragged his suitcase to the other side. When he reached the bridgehead, his footsteps seemed to be pulled by some force. After a moment's pause, he looked back subconsciously.
Red lantern, green rattan branch.
Behind Qingchuan, under the light-wood plaque, He An was watching him on a half-foot-high threshold, and an empty basket hung on his arm, looking as if he was going out.
Omega's eyes were quiet, without a look of surprise. Zheng Feiyu knew that He An heard what he said just now.
At that moment, he developed an extremely strong intuition--
He can stay.
"One day, one day. No, just one night, I can leave at dawn, can I?" He seized the last chance to bargain.
"……snowstorm?"
"Correct."
Zheng Feiyu loosened his suitcase, crossed the stone bridge to He An, and showed him the bright red flight status on the screen: "There was a snowstorm in the evening and a red warning. It would last all night and the city ’s flights were cancelled. . "
He An hesitated a moment, still took the cell phone, slowly pull down one by one.
The eye-catching and uniform big red, more than a dozen airlines and more than a hundred planes, did not have a normal takeoff and landing.
Zheng Feiyu hit the iron while he was hot: "Yuanjiang's snow ... you also know it, you can't take it when you get up, sometimes it gets hard, and you can't see the road in the daytime. The red alert tonight, I don't know what to make. He An, I really ca n’t go. If the room I booked was n’t occupied, would you let me ...

He tried his best to plead: "It will be one night."
"..."
He An stared at the screen, silent.
"It's just one night, really, it's just one night. I promise to do nothing, leave at dawn, and don't stay for a day." This is a god-given opportunity, and Zheng Feiyu managed to hold it in his hands.
"He An, please ..."
He looked deep into He An, hoping that the other party could develop a sense of seclusion in his disgust.
The blizzard of Yuanjiang is a kind of terrifying weather.
How could Hean not remember?