2.24 Metres/C16 Yang Fei
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C16 Yang Fei

Through the big glass window, the sun is rising slowly.

The golden sunlight dyed the originally milky white painted passenger planes of various sizes in dazzling colors.

Yang Fei sat on a bench beside the boarding gate, staring at the sunlight and the aircraft outside the window. He was momentarily lost in thought.

When he heard that the China Orders Association arranged for China's female platoon No. 2 to replace the Brazilian female platoon that was unable to come to China to participate in this year's China International Female Racing Invitation Tournament, Yang Fei immediately changed his flight ticket from Beijing to the earliest flight the morning before.

He did not know whether he did it out of impulse or for some other reason.

As the chief reporter of the China volleyball association, Yang Fei had been a volleyball news reporter for a whole ten years. He was very familiar with this most traditional female volleyball invitation game in the country and had even been a press officer for the competition.

From a work-point of view, Yang Fei only needed to hold the press conference at noon the day before the start of the game. The pre-game press conference would usually be held in the afternoon of the day before the game - he just needed to arrive at the venue of the game. However, this time, Yang Fei actually chose to head to the venue of the competition two days in advance.

He really wanted to meet someone. However, imagining the upcoming meeting, he felt an indescribable uneasiness.

Sitting in the terminal of the Capital Airport, Yang Fei was already innumerable. How many times had he woken up the phone screen in his hand so early in the morning? There were only a few text messages on his phone, but he had kept the text message from five years ago.

No matter what, thank you for taking care of me when I was with you for the past few years. The plane is about to take off, goodbye.

In the past five years, Yang Fei had changed phones one after another. From the keyboard to the big screen smartphone. But. . . The only message that existed in his SIM card, he never deleted it. Occasionally, He would take a look at it, and occasionally. . . When he was drunk, he would boldly call the number that sent this message. However, the call still came from "The user you have dialed has been shut down. "

What Yang Fei couldn't forget, just like this message, was what happened at this airport five years ago.

When he risked his life to rush to the Capital Airport's third terminal and saw the familiar figure outside the customs passageway, he shouted her name loudly, but she didn't turn around.

Following that, her figure disappeared at the end of the customs passageway.

Five years ago, Wei Xindi left just like that.

Yang Fei had never thought that she would return after five years. He had also never thought that. . . When he saw Wei Xindi again, he should say something.

Say 'I was wrong'? Yang Fei thought, five years ago, was it really my fault?

He smiled, his smile full of bitterness.

That summer five years ago, everything changed.

. . .

The two of them had been dating for more than two years. Wei Xindi was a star player in China's female volleyball team. Yang Fei was a young and aggressive volleyball reporter. In the volleyball circle, they were also a couple that many people envied. Normally, Yang Fei wrote a lot of interesting female volleyball reports, and Wei Xindi was naturally the most important female lead.

At that time, Yang Fei knew that Wei Xindi, who had been rather disheartened after withdrawing from the China female platoon, had made the decision to go to America to study. Although Yang Fei was also a little confused about the possibility that the two of them might have to start a "long-distance relationship" through phone calls, emails, etc. , in the next few years, However, he, who loved Wei Xindi dearly, still unconditionally supported Wei Xindi's decision.

One day before Wei Xindi returned from his hometown in Runzhou to Beijing and prepared to set off for America, Yang Fei went to Wei Xindi's dormitory and prepared to help her pack the luggage that was left in Beijing.

However, the moment he entered, Yang Fei realized that Wei Xindi was in a very bad mood.

"Don't take this with you, there's. . . "

"It's not right for you to stuff it into your suitcase so forcefully. . . "

Yang Fei realized that no matter what he did today, Wei Xindi felt that it was all wrong.

In the beginning, Yang Fei only thought that Wei Xindi would be unhappy when they were about to separate.

"What's wrong, Xindi?" Yang Fei put down the thing in his hand and asked her half-jokingly, "Why do you find me so unpleasant today? Do you want me to let you fight and vent your anger? "

Wei Xindi was silent and sat down by the bed.

Yang Fei felt that things weren't that simple. He stood there and looked around the room. He saw the latest issue of Monthly Volleyball being thrown into a trash can in a corner of the room.

Yang Fei immediately understood.

He deliberately smiled casually and picked up the magazine from the trash bin. He dusted off the non-existent dust on it and said to Wei Xindi, "The latest magazine, why did you throw it away?"

Wei Xindi nodded.

"That article. . . " Yang Fei was ready to explain.

But just as he opened his mouth, Wei Xindi asked first, "Yang Fei, why did you write that article?"

"That article is my usual point of view. " Yang Fei smiled bitterly and said.

"That article" referred to an in-depth report in this magazine titled The Effects of Female Ordering in China. In this in-depth report, Yang Fei described in detail how Xu Zhenguang led the China female rehearsal coaching team to make the athletes strictly adhere to the team rules through strict management. To ensure the quality of the team members completed arduous training, and to win three consecutive matches in a row in the following China International Female Racing Invitation Competition.

Although the article did not mention Wei Xindi's name, it also avoided the matter of him leaving the China Women's Row. However, anyone who was familiar with China's female platoon would inevitably associate it with the content of the article. In this closed training camp, a certain "veteran member" did not complete the training according to the coach's requirements. In the training ground, he "stopped" and finally left the team.

"Yang Fei, what exactly happened at that time? Others don't know, but you still don't know? Xu Zhenguang, Chen Jiaxiang, and the others don't know whether or not my injuries can persist in training. Don't you know? " Wei Xindi asked Yang Fei loudly, his eyes full of grievance.

Seeing Wei Xindi's sad look, Yang Fei felt his heart ache. He sighed lightly and sat down next to Wei Xindi.

"Xindi, listen to me. . . " Yang Fei explained. "Just like you said, your pain. . . I know it the best, and I also feel it. Every day, I think of you dragging your knee to the training ground to work hard. But, just like we talked about before, I understand that you have a different view of Instructor Xu's training philosophy. However, after all, Instructor Xu and so many of his former coaches had gone through this kind of arduous training. He had led his team members to success. Besides, I still feel that. . . As the captain, you shouldn't have done so in front of so many young teammates. Before the training ended, you left the training ground. Your actions challenged Director Xu's authority in training, and it also caused the young members of the team to feel emotional. After all, China's female volleyball is a team with strict rules. Your actions will inevitably affect the team. . . "

"Then when you wrote this article, didn't you think that it would have any effect on me?" Wei Xindi asked again.

"I. . . " Yang Fei was speechless.

Actually, before Yang Fei started writing this article, he had thought that it would inevitably cause people to think about the effect of Wei Xindi leaving the team.

However, this article didn't have any problems from a standpoint or point of view. In a sense, this article was very helpful for the China Orderly Association to further improve the management of the China female platoon and the ideological education of the young members.

Yang Fei, who was taking the bigger picture into consideration, knew that he should do it at this time. He should try his best to cooperate with the China female platoon and keep his position in line with the team. However, Yang Fei also thought about it. After this article was published, it could at least make Chen Jiaxiang and Xu Zhenguang calm down as soon as possible. Slowly, He explained Wei Xindi in front of them and even found an opportunity to apologize for her. Perhaps he could help these people resolve the knot in their hearts because of the misunderstandings in their training ideology.

However, Yang Fei did not know how Wei Xindi and him could resolve the knot in their hearts due to the discussion of training with injuries. At this point, the knot in their hearts became tighter and tighter because of this article.

"I understand. From the very beginning, you felt that everything I did was wrong. You felt that I should grit my teeth and persevere, feel that I shouldn't have given up so early, feel that it was wrong for me to leave in that way! " Wei Xindi said loudly.

Yang Fei knew that Wei Xindi was very emotional. It was useless for him to explain anything now. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug Wei Xindi, who was beside him, but Wei Xindi shrank back.

"Yang Fei, don't touch me!" Wei Xindi said coldly, "I never thought that the person who said he loved me and said he loved me would always feel that I was wrong and refuse to stand on the same side as me and look at problems. . . "

"Xindi, give me some time. Let's slowly talk about this matter. . . " Yang Fei said.

"I'll give you some time. . . Okay! Yang Fei, please give me some time too. " Wei Xin Di pointed at the dormitory door. He said, "Ever since I left the team, For the past few months, every time we talked about this topic. . . It always changed from discussion to argument, and finally to quarreling. . . I'm tired, You must be tired too, right? Let's give each other more time and space! I want to be alone for a while. "

Hearing Wei Xindi's words, Yang Fei sat by the bed in a daze.

After a long while, he stood up and walked out of the dead silent dormitory.

When he passed through the long corridor, he vaguely heard intermittent sobbing coming from Wei Xindi's dormitory.

In the two years that they had known each other, Yang Fei had never heard Wei Xindi cry. After all, Most of the time in these two years was when the two of them felt a deep sense of happiness. Even if it was during the past few months. . . The two of them had been arguing over the huge differences in training ideology and management philosophy of China's female rehearsals. The two of them had never mentioned the word "break up. "

Yang Fei wanted to turn around and go back, but his footsteps did not listen to his orders. He thought that perhaps Wei Xindi really just wanted to calm down.

Two days later, Yang Fei wanted to drive Wei Xindi to the airport. On the way, the two of them could chat again. However, as soon as they arrived at the dormitory, the room was empty.

Yang Fei hurriedly drove to the capital airport, but when he got there, he could only stand outside the customs passageway and look at Wei Xindi's thin and lonely back from afar. He could only watch helplessly as she embarked on a difficult journey in a foreign land.

No matter what, thank you for taking care of me when I was with you for the past few years. The plane is about to take off. Goodbye.

This was the last message Wei Xindi sent to Yang Fei at the airport. After that, Wei Xindi never contacted him through any means of communication. He had even told him a few words.

. . .

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Sigh!" Yang Fei sighed deeply, thinking that if he could turn around on that day, if he could return to Wei Xindi's dormitory, if he could muster the courage to hug her when Wei Xindi shed tears of sorrow, if he no longer insisted on his view and standpoint. . . Would he and Wei Xindi still break up?

Life did not have so many hypotheses.

While Yang Fei was indulging in his thoughts, the boarding broadcast of the airport suddenly rang: Flight XXX from this station to Yongcheng is now boarding. . .

Yang Fei stood up from his chair and stood at the first stop of the flight in a few steps.

Heart Reed, I'm coming. Yang Fei thought in his heart.

. . .

Flying for two hours wasn't long.

Yongcheng Airport was not big, but there were a lot of customers. It reflected the prosperity and rapid economic development of this city located on the east coast of China.

After taking the luggage, Yang Fei slowly walked to the hall. From afar, he saw a few tall girls pushing their luggage in front of them.

Although there were girls wearing chinaware jackets, judging from their faces, they weren't familiar with the chinaware of the chinaware.

Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the big screen at the luggage extraction office. Indeed, there was a flight from Egret Island to Yong City. It had just landed not long ago.

"Could they be the members of China's female platoon two?" Yang Fei muttered to himself.

His footsteps slowed down, but his heart began to beat faster.

Yang Fei really wanted to quickly walk over and ask the tall girls in front of him. He wanted to ask if they were members of China's female platoon No. 2 and if their head coach, Wei Xindi, was also here.

However, Yang Fei still didn't do that. Because on the way here, he did not think about what he should say when he saw Wei Xindi again.

After taking a few steps, Yang Fei saw a boarding pass on the ground. There was even a luggage ticket stuck on it. It didn't look like someone had deliberately thrown it away.

It was probably someone who accidentally dropped it. Who was so careless? It didn't matter if he dropped his boarding pass, but without his luggage ticket, he would be in trouble when he went out later. Yang Fei thought and bent down to pick up the boarding pass, preparing to hand it over to the airport ground staff at the entrance.

Picking up the boarding pass, Yang Fei glanced at it. The name on it was three words that he was too familiar with!

Wei Xindi!

The black words on the boarding token were clearly printed.

Yang Fei stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly at the boarding pass in his hand, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't find my luggage and boarding pass. . . "

A somewhat familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice reached Yang Fei's ears from not far away.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

At the exit, a slender and tall lady was rummaging through her shirt and pants pocket, as if she was anxiously looking for something.

"She's our coach. All of our luggage has been checked. . . " A younger girl, who was about the same height as her, explained to the airport ground crew on behalf of the girl.

"I'm sorry, ladies, this is the rules of the airport. Without a luggage ticket, we can't let you leave with your luggage. " The airport ground staff said politely, but they still carried out the rules meticulously.

While the girl was in a flurry, a boarding card with a luggage ticket was handed to her.

"Xindi, this is your boarding pass, right?" Yang Fei said, "I picked it up over there just now. "

Hearing Yang Fei's voice, Wei Xindi was also stunned.

She slowly raised her head. The man in front of her, who was half a head taller than her, had a thin and angular face. He was precisely the Yang Fei she had been so familiar with.

"Ah, it's Teacher Yang! So you were the one who picked up Sister's boarding pass! Thank you so much!" Gu Weiyang recognized Yang Fei, who had interviewed her before and had even written a major character interview, and expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

However, Wei Xindi clearly felt very surprised and at a loss for what to do when the two of them had reunited in such a situation and in such a way.

"Thank you. " Wei Xindi said.

She took the boarding pass from Yang Fei and handed it to the ground crew. Only then did they successfully walk out.

"What a coincidence. " Wei Xindi said as he walked.

"Yes. " Yang Fei nodded. "I booked the earliest flight from Beijing today. I didn't expect that you would also arrive at this time. "

"You're going to Dongdong Port too?" Wei Xindi asked, but when she finished asking, she smiled as well. "My question is unnecessary. You must have gone to Dong Dong Port. "

Yang Fei looked not far away. The coaches and members of China's female platoon No. 2 were standing at the airport and waiting for the last head coach to come out.

"Are they all your teammates?" Yang Fei asked.

"Yeah, they're all very good girls. " Wei Xindi said, "Oh right, how are you going to leave?"

"Oh. . . " Yang Fei pondered for a moment and said, "I'm going to take the subway. "

"It seems to be quite far away. " Wei Xindi said.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. I come here every year. I'm familiar with the roads here. " Yang Fei said.

"Why don't you take the bus with us? The organizing committee sent a car to pick us up. " Wei Xindi sent an invitation to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei really wanted to agree loudly, but when the words came to his mouth, it became: "No need. Your whole team will go together. I'll follow. . . It's not appropriate. I'd better take the subway, it's pretty fast. I'll see you at Yongdong Port when the time comes. "

Hearing what Yang Fei said, Wei Xindi did not force him anymore. She extended her hand out of courtesy and shook Yang Fei's hand. After saying" See you at Yongdong Port, "she turned around and left to meet up with her team members.

Seeing Wei Xindi lead China's female platoon No. 2 out of the airport, Yang Fei suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Why didn't I agree to take the bus with them? Yang Fei thought, It really takes more than an hour to get to the subway!

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