Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Feng Qingxue, who immediately put a bottle of Moutai in her pocket, felt novel in everything, just like Xibao looking around.

Mother and son are like country bumpkins.

Except for the rumble of the plane taking off, which startled Xibao, he soon returned to his lively nature, with his fat face pressed against the glass window, causing Feng Qingxue to quickly fasten his seat belt and give him Fastened his own seat belt.

Although some unknown leaders on the plane were not wearing seat belts, Feng Qingxue attached great importance to safety.

Du Xiaotao obviously had some knowledge, and whispered to Feng Qingxue: "We are directly arranged by the army to fly to the capital. If not, you need a letter of introduction and a work permit to buy tickets, both of which are indispensable. The current planes only serve the party and leaders. The air tickets are very expensive, otherwise it would cost me several months of salary.”

Air tickets, yes, air tickets, are worth collecting. You can take them out in the future and proudly show off to future generations, saying that your mother or your grandma took a plane to the capital in the 1960s. What a thing to be proud of!

The proudest one is undoubtedly Xibao, who started flying when he was just over two years old.

"Xibao, are you happy when we go to the capital?" Feng Qingxue looked sideways at her fat son sitting next to her.

Xibao opened his big, watery eyes and did not answer his mother's question. He just stretched out his upper body towards the flight attendants and pointed his chubby finger at the tray in their hands, "Sugar!"

Feng Qingxue turned around and saw the candies, coffee, and tea on the tray.

The flight attendants are all young lesbians, each one is pretty, and they all wear white shirts.

It was the end of August. Before takeoff, the cabin of the plane was like a steamer. The flight attendant also gave each of them a small fan. After takeoff, it gradually became cooler, and a stream of cold air sprayed out from the side of the overhead luggage, forming a A cloud of white mist.

Before boarding the plane, Feng Qingxue's luggage bag was replaced by a suitcase, which was lent to her by the military region headquarters for easier carrying.

The flight attendant had a very good attitude. When he saw the fat baby's longing eyes, a waiter immediately brought the tray to him, "Little comrade, can you catch it yourself?"

"Okay!" Xibao nodded seriously, stretched his two little paws into the plate one after another, and grabbed three or two with one hand.

Feng Qingxue reminded: "Sister gave you candy, what should you say?"

"Thank you, thank you sister!" Xibao showed a big smile to the waiter, his teeth were very white and neat.

"So cute!" The waiter couldn't help but praise.

Not only the waiter felt this way, but also an old man sitting in the aisle who looked familiar in an old military uniform also turned to look at them and said: "What a lucky fat boy! Fat boy, come here, tell grandpa, what is your name?" name?"

When Xibao heard him asking himself, he immediately pointed to his nose and said: "Baby, baby!"

Even with candy in his hand, he would not forget to point to his nose to indicate his identity when someone asked him his name.

I don’t know why he has this habit, but he has been like this from the beginning.

The old man laughed and said, "Do you call me baby? That's not a bad nickname. What's your first name?"

Xibao turned to look at Feng Qingxue, "Mom?" Questions flashed in his eyes.

"Tell Grandpa that your first name is Lu Tianmao and your nickname is Xibao." Feng Qingxue said hurriedly.

"Mao!" Xibao shook his little head at the old man, "Grandpa, baby, my name is Baobao! Baby!"