When he returned to the dormitory, Bai Letian lay on the bed without taking off his shoes. It was not until the sunlight the next day that stinged his eyes through the window that he rubbed his eyes and tried hard to open them.

He pulled his slippers, walked into the bathroom, took off all his clothes, rushed to the shower, faced the mirror, grabbed the black electric razor, shaved off his moustache, and cut off his moustaches, like cutting off the grass growing wildly on the lawn.

He pulled open the wardrobe, put on a cypress shirt, put on a dark blue trousers, boarded a pair of soft leather shoes, locked the security door, put the key in his briefcase, and drove to the early spring sun.

Go to the office.

When he walked into the office building and arrived at the third floor, Bai Letian came to Professor Feng Zhiyu's office door. He looked and looked, hoping to hear it. Professor Feng's voice came from it, but it was still silent.

, disappointing silence, only the sound of his leather shoes touching the floor.

He walked into the office, made a cup of tea, sat at his desk, turned on the computer, and saw if there were any latest notifications.

For Bai Letian, Professor Feng Zhiyu is like a mystery---a famous meteorologist, proficient in Chinese, knowledgeable and talented, especially Chinese history, has a long foreign experience, and his resume records are extremely simple, and even without

Family information.

What made him even more curious was that the sound of wind was simpler than Professor Feng Zhiyu. He only knew that a few years ago, he came to China with Professor Feng Zhiyu. He was taciturn and his Chinese was very poor. According to his own introduction, he had almost never been to it.

Learn, but from his eyes, you can vaguely feel that he has a good understanding of meteorological knowledge, but he never participates in the discussion, and just occasionally listens a few words intentionally or unintentionally, then smiles away.

Is the wind escape just because he is afraid of implicating himself? Besides, if there is no ghost in his heart, why be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door? This run will make him unable to clean even if he jumps into the Yellow River? Perhaps, he no longer pays attention to this issue.

An experienced butler can survive like a different environment, but just a change of master. Well, it makes sense.

Maybe I thought too much, things may not be that complicated, just as Captain Wang said.

However, he always seemed to have a dark feeling, feeling that he was in the tide of a moment of tranquility in the eyes of a typhoon, but he knew nothing about the upcoming storm.

Bai Lotte opened several high altitude and ground data maps, activated the EC and T639 mode systems, and began his own research.

He saw the information of climate change, and the face of Feng Zhiyu shone before his eyes, thinking of the Himalayas' latitude and longitude and ice-covered foothills.

The red telephone on the table rang a few times, and he touched the receiver. The rapid sound of Director Liu from the office came from the other side of the phone, like beans sprinkling on the concrete floor.

"Dr. Bai, hello. Director Zhang asked me to give you a notice."

"It's me, Director Liu."

"At 3:00 this afternoon, Professor Feng Zhiyu's daughter arrived on flight ZM2343. She mainly came to cook Professor Feng Zhiyu's funeral. You are responsible for the reception. The vehicle has been arranged. You will stay in a boutique hotel. I will send the information to your mobile phone later.

superior."

"Ah! Professor Fengzhiyu's daughter?"

"Well, is there any problem, Dr. Bai?"

"No, no, no problem."

"Okay, Dr. Bai, call me if you have any questions. Goodbye!" The capable Director Liu spoke like a machine gun fire. After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Bai Letian sat there blankly and said to himself, "Professor Feng's daughter." But he had never heard Professor Wang talk about it. Maybe it was true, but Professor Feng was unwilling to mention it.

Bai Letian picked up his cell phone, dialed Liu Qing's phone number, and told him the latest situation.

Liu Qing said that reception should be carried out according to normal procedures, pay attention to abnormal situations, and keep in touch at any time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the spacious and bright terminal B2 of Jinfu Airport, people came and went. Bai Lotte stood at the exit, looking up at the inside, holding a sign in his hand, which read: "Wele Alisa (Welcome

Alisa)”.

Ten minutes later, the flight broadcast began in the hall, "Ladies and gentlemen, the plane from ZM2343 to Jinning from Munich, Germany has arrived at the local level."

The first one to come out was a young couple and their daughter. The man was holding a large suitcase while the little girl grabbed her mother's arm and looked around curiously.

More and more people were pouring out, like water flowing. A beautiful lady holding a suitcase in her left hand was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and she looked like a flower growing in the gray soil.

She walked very slowly, hesitantly, and a pair of cobalt blue eyes looked around, with sadness and fatigue in her eyes. She was slender and upright, wearing a light blue dress. Under the pink and yellow hat was light.

Blonde hair, light lips with lips, and white teeth shining between her lips.

Bai Letian raised the sign high and aimed at the beautiful lady, fearing that he would miss the opportunity and his heart was pounding.

Apparently seeing the sign raised high, the lady's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her face, but the smile was like a bleak leaf. Looking at Bai Letian, she raised her hand and waved her hand, and couldn't help but speed up her pace.

Go to the exit.
Chapter completed!