"Professor Yang Rui, thank you for taking the route run by Nordic Airlines." After the plane was stable, the captain came out and greeted Yang Rui.

Yang Rui sat upright and smiled and said, "Thank you for upgrading me."

"That's our honor." The captain was a Norwegian with a big beard, showing his white teeth and smiled: "If there is anything worthy of praise in Sweden, it must be meatballs and the Nobel Prize. By the way, do you want to visit the Flying Cluster?"

"Huh, is that OK?"

"Of course, you can still fly the plane if you want."

Before 9/11, the cockpit of the aircraft was far less sacred and inviolable, and the captains were happy to come out to interact with the passengers. However, even if flying the aircraft was an additional "reward", usually only when special guests met a special captain could they have such an opportunity.

Even if he won the Nobel Prize, Yang Rui would not have had the opportunity to fiddle with the plane.

Yang Rui glanced at Jing Yulan and asked again: "Can we go in together?"

"Of course, of course." The captain replied repeatedly.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan walked into the cockpit in the envious eyes of the passengers in the first class cabin. The passengers did not know that their lives were flashing.

With the extra care of the captain and the flight attendant, the boring journey seemed to become easier.

The next morning.

While the passengers were still confused, the radio on the plane started again.

The captain said in English: "We arrived over Beijing @ Beijing, 30 minutes earlier than expected. You can get off the plane earlier and try Chinese breakfast... The weather is good today. I can lower the height a little, so that you can see the charming scenery first. I especially previewed to passengers from the West. This is the motherland of Mr. Yang Rui, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Physiology of the year. You are looking at the same land as him. This is a good material to tell stories to your grandson in the future... Huh..."

The passengers who were listening to the captain's smiling broadcast all their faces froze.

What the hell is "Huh"?

"God!"

Passengers have already started to cross their chests.

Fortunately, the captain made a sound again on the radio: "I saw a large piece of red. I'm not sure what it was, like a red flag. If it was a red flag, it would be a very big red flag... Wait a moment, we can start to lower the height..."

The passengers in the cabin also looked out the window. At the right angle, they saw a red spot on the ground.

The flight attendant had to warn everyone and kept shouting: "Please tighten your seat belts and don't loosen your seat belts. The plane is landing..."

"Okay, I saw it, it's not the Red Flag, oh, you must not imagine what it is." The captain's voice became louder: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must not imagine what you see."

"This may be a scene that many people will never see in their lives. Everyone, I have to say that I have been sailing in China for a while, but I have never seen such a scene." The captain's voice continued to appear on the radio.

As his volume increased, the altitude of the plane gradually decreased, and many people in the cabin also saw the scene below clearly.

"Oh my goodness."

"So awesome."

"Is this the national flag of China?"

Many foreigners were amazed.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan also stretched their necks and looked down.

Looking from the sky towards the ground, a neat five-star red flag came into view.

If it is in a store, this is about an ordinary five-star red flag, but considering the altitude of the plane at this time, the red flag is even more amazing.

And, it is becoming more and more amazing.

Because, the one who formed this five-star red flag was not simple fabric, but people lined up in an orderly manner.

A dense crowd of people.

The foreigners on the entire plane were shocked.

In fact, the Chinese were also shocked.

"How many people do you need?" Hu Chi couldn't help but speak.

"By my experience? A teacher?" The spoken cadre stretched his neck, looked carefully below, and said, "Strengthen the teacher."

"It seems to be on the airport runway." The distance was closer, and everyone could see it more clearly.

"Why do you need someone to occupy the runway? This will affect the plane's landing." This was the foreigner in front of him, so he asked inexplicably.

Chinese diplomats, who are also unknown, have to try their best to explain in order to safeguard national dignity: "China will make proper arrangements before holding major events, which will not affect the normal social order..."

"They have fewer planes." Next to it, there was another "China Communications" to explain.

...

"Look, the red flag moved." In the cockpit, the pilots could see more clearly.

Moreover, the more you fly, the more you find that the size of the red flag is so huge.

Soon, Yang Rui and Jing Yulan also saw a square crowd wearing red clothes, red hats, and red scarves.

"It seems like a student?" Jing Yulan said in surprise.

"It should be." Yang Rui was also full of curiosity.

To be honest, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know how huge the square array of tens of thousands of people is.

"Please sit down, we are about to land." The captain turned around and confirmed that Yang Rui and Jing Yulan had both tied the seat belts on the spare seats before starting to put the rod.

The flight slowly landed at the Capital Airport.

The students waving the red scarf also lined up in neat rows and came closer.

Their queues naturally could not be as neat as military parades, but the ups and downs of waves really felt like a red flag was fluttering.

The flight stopped steadily under the arrangement of the tower and was instantly flooded by the red flag.

"Welcome, warm welcome."

"Welcome, warm welcome."

The thunderous shouts came into the ears of everyone through the sound insulation, bringing a surprise to the Chinese and a confused foreigners.

"Professor Yang, Mr. Qiao is here too." Hu Chi saw the scene outside from inside the cabin and couldn't sit still.

Yang Rui's mouth twitched twice and asked, "What should I do?"

"What should I do if I have anything? This is your time." Hu Chi said as he took Yang Rui to the hatch and watched Yang Rui get off the plane.

The music started!

The red scarf dances!

A gentle and neat harmony sings: "Let us roar the oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and the sea reflects the beautiful white tower..."

Gong Qiao arrived slowly.

The Chinese and foreigners who were blocked on the plane were not allowed to come down, looked at each other in a glance.

Hu Chi and others could not imagine such a high-standard reception, while foreigners were shocked by the vast crowds around them.

Yang Rui quickly walked off the plane's spiral ladder and looked around with leisure. Only then did he realize that the red scarves around him were wearing three bars and two bars on their arms. Every ten lines, you could see red signs with the words "Tianjin Brigade", "Hubei Xiaogan Detachment" and so on...

With the attention of countless shots and the attention of outstanding representatives of primary and secondary schools across the country, Yang Rui's hand was tightly held by Qiao Gong, and in a flash, it was a big hug.
Chapter completed!