In the waiting room, Candy was so excited that she couldn't sit still when she thought about taking a plane. She lay in front of the glass window and admired the huge plane.

She instantly transformed into a hundred thousand whys. Why can people sit in the belly of an airplane? Why can an airplane fly even though its wings don't move? Why is an airplane so powerful that it can carry so much? Where is our luggage? Is it lost?

I have so many beautiful clothes in it...

Tang Shuang told her not to run around or yell when she got on the plane.

Tangtang'er nodded and said cutely: "I promise to be a good baby and not cause any trouble to Little Shuangzi."

Tang Shuang touched the baby's head and said happily: "You are right to think so. My brother is very happy. My Tangtang is becoming more and more sensible."

Haha, okay, it’s a bit too early to judge~

Candy is a curious baby. When Tang Shuang took her on the plane, the welcoming flight attendant smiled and said to her, welcome, little one.

Candy stopped cutely, looked up at the other person's long legs, and exclaimed: "Wow! Sister, your legs are so long! You are so beautiful! Just like Sister Meimei, do you know Sister Meimei?"

Tang Shuang quickly took the girl away. This little chatterbox could keep chatting with the people she was interested in. Based on Tang Shuang's understanding of her, as long as the flight attendant started talking to her, she would immediately talk endlessly.

Candy, who was carried to the seat by Tang Shuang, was a little dissatisfied: "Xiao Shuang, you are so rude. The Lun family is talking to sister. She can find Sister Meimei."

Tang Shuang fastened her seat belt: "Sister Meimei is not on this plane. There is another sister who is working and I don't have time to chat with you."

Candy immediately changed his attention: "Hey~ What do they do?"

An old man with white hair next to the aisle looked at the candy with a smile and thought the doll was very cute.

Candy: "Wow! There's an old man with a white beard~ Hello, Grandpa! My name is Candy, what's yours?"

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "Hello, Candy, my name is Bai Fan. How old are you? You are really good at talking."

Candy said in surprise: "Grandpa with white beard's surname is Bai, Xiaoshuang's surname is Bai!"

What's wrong with the surname Bai? Is there such a fuss?

Candy: "Grandpa Bai, will your surname Bai make your hair white?"

Tang Shuang said: "This has nothing to do with your last name. Okay, don't disturb my grandfather's rest. Just sit down and be obedient and stop talking, okay?"

Tang Shuang said hello to Mr. Bai Fan. The old man waved his hand and said it was okay. He said that the child was very cute and his granddaughter was so big.

It's impossible to ask Candy to be obedient and silent.

The little man was chattering to Tang Shuang, and Tang Shuang pointed to the blue sky and white clouds outside the window to show her.

The little girl was like a little gecko, sticking to the window glass to watch, and exclaimed: "Wow! There are so many white clouds~Xiao Shuang, the white clouds are the poop of the fairy grandfather in the sky."

Tiny laughter sounded around, and Tang Shuang said helplessly: "You are thinking too much. It's not just a poop. Don't you think the white clouds look like marshmallows? They are beautiful and delicious."

When it comes to food, candy is even more exciting: "I want to eat marshmallows."

Tang Shuang said irresponsibly: "When you get to my sister's place, ask her to buy it for you."

Candy touched her belly: "I'm hungry."

Tang Shuang had some reserves and took out a small bread from her bag.

"Do you want me to tear it open for you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Candy summoned up all her strength and tore a hole open with great effort. Then she refused to make a big enough hole quietly and had to do some tricks.

The little girl put the bun in her palms and slapped it hard. There was a popping sound, and the bun package deflated instantly. The bread inside flew out from the opened mouth with a whoosh, and it actually flew sideways.

, and it fell onto the magazine spread out by Mr. Bai Fan.

Candy is still wondering: "Hey~ Where is Xiaoshuang's little bread? Where did it fall? Is it missing?"

Tang Shuang had no time to deal with this annoying guy, so he apologized to Mr. Bai Fan.

Mr. Bai Fan looked at the bread falling from the sky and smiled with joy. He didn't even take it with his hands and handed the magazine directly to Tang Shuang.

Tang Shuang was extremely grateful. After taking the magazine, she said to Candy, who was looking for bread on the ground with his head down: "Your bun is here. Take it quickly and say thank you to Grandpa Bai."

Candy grabbed the bun with a smile, and without saying a word, she took a big bite and looked cute to Grandpa Bai.

Tang Shuang wiped the magazine clean with a napkin and was about to return it to Mr. Bai, but was attracted by the content in the magazine.

Mr. Bai: "This story is very interesting. If you want to read it, just finish it."

Tang Shuang smiled and turned it over casually, then returned it to the old man: "I have read it."

Mr. Bai said enthusiastically: "Animals can sense danger. Do people also have this ability? It's a very interesting story, and the author is very creative."

Tang Shuang smiled and said: "Humans know too little about themselves."

Mr. Bai: "Yes, but the author is so imaginative that he actually connected the story with SARS. It is indeed a bit scary. I think back then, the SARS outbreak was the most serious in Shengjing. I was still young at that time. Throughout the summer

They are all hiding at home, not daring to go out, and are in fear all day long."

Tang Shuang: "That was a human disaster."

Since the European people fought against the Black Death in the last century, SARS is the second large-scale global viral disaster, involving 89 countries and regions, with the death toll approaching 100,000. This is only the death toll, and the number of infections is difficult to count.

, but according to preliminary estimates by the World Health Organization, it should be close to 1.5 million people.

Had it not been for the last minute SARS anti-SARS team, led by China and joined by multinationals, to achieve breakthrough research progress and quickly industrialize large-scale production of drugs, I am afraid that the SARS virus would have been difficult to control, spread rapidly through the air, and would most likely replicate.

The terrifying wave of the Black Death reappeared the human tragedy of ten rooms and nine empty rooms.

The magazine was "United Life Weekly", and the article Mr. Bai read was "X" written by Tang Shuang.

The story "X" is finally related to SARS, which is very resonant for those who have experienced the horror of that year. But for those who have not experienced it personally, it is difficult to understand the powerlessness of "my fate is not up to me but God"

feel.

The disaster was not that long ago. This is a collective memory of terror.

The readers of "United Life Weekly" are all people with certain life experience, and basically all have experienced the SARS disaster.

So when this issue of "United Life Weekly" was released, the article "X" quickly aroused heated discussion. Not to mention the strange imagination in the story, the slight mention of SARS in the last sentence made people shudder and triggered

collective memory.

Mr. Bai: "I think back then, an old friend of mine died during SARS. We didn't know until SARS was completely controlled that he was gone!"

Tang Shuang: "No more?"

Mr. Bai: "It's true that he is gone. No one alive, no body after death. We don't even know where he fell in the end. In the end, we can only place a tomb for him."

At this point, the old man felt that the topic was too heavy and said: "The author of this story is called Tang Shuang, and he is the one who wrote "Hero". As he said that, he took out a copy of "Hero" and said, "Young man, have you read it?

"

Tang Shuang: "I've seen it, are you also interested?"

In the author column of this article, the name written was Tang Shuang, not The Three Swords of the Imperial Guard, but it was noted that Tang Shuang's masterpiece is "Heroes". Only then did book fans know that the author of The Three Swords of the Imperial Guard was

His real name is Tang Shuang.
Chapter completed!