Boom –

There was a sharp roar in the distant sky, and a Huaxia fighter painted with a golden eagle head first appeared in Ye Fan's field of vision.

"Golden Helmet? Hey, the ace pilots have been sent?"

The fighter who is qualified to paint the Golden Eagle logo must be piloted by a first-class leader in the Air Force, a Golden Helmet Pilot!

Yang Bihui and Lu Qingyu have simply packed up and lined up to board the passenger plane that has been waiting here, and this time they will fly directly to China and return to China to reunite with many relatives and friends.

Ye Fan was about to walk over to say hello to the fighter pilot, the transparent cover of the cockpit slowly opened, and the pilot wearing the golden helmet turned his head to look at him, and the complex color revealed in those eyes made Ye Fan stop and stand there for a moment.

It's her?!

Broken army?

With just one glance, Pojun turned his head, closed the cockpit, and stopped looking at him.

But the endless feelings contained in that glance lingered in Ye Fan's heart for a long time, making him unable to forget and make a choice.

"Son, it's time to board the plane!" In the distance, Yang Bihui beckoned to him.

"Okay! Looking down and thinking about it, Ye Fan strode over, came to the cockpit of the fighter jet, and reached out and knocked on the transparent glass cabin cover.

Hearing this, Po Jun turned his head slightly, and his eyes looked at him again, but he didn't open the cabin.

"Trouble asking one thing. Ye Fan gestured outside and shouted loudly.

Po Jun turned his face, started his car without saying a word, and slowly passed him, and the fighter slid out of the runway for some distance, soaring into the sky, and circled in the sky along St. John's Island.

"Hey...... This woman ......" Ye Fan shook her head helplessly, she didn't even give her a chance to speak, was she determined to cut off all contacts?

There was no way, so he had to wait for the opportunity to talk about it, and after looking up for a while, Ye Fan could only leave a sigh and get into the plane.

"Son, do you know that fighter pilot?" Since the relationship between Yang and Ye Fan has taken a big step closer, Yang Bihui has thought about everything, as long as it is about her son, she is interested.

"Yes, yes. Ye Fan waved his hand lightly, unwilling to talk more.

Yang Bihui didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the fighter outside, showing a little thought.

This private jet is still sponsored by Song Xiaoren, who was left on a Jurassic-era island a year ago, and Song Xiaoren personally rushed to the Atlantic Joint Search and Rescue Team for this matter, and repeatedly apologized to the military god and blamed himself. He thinks it's the plane's problem, but it doesn't really have anything to do with the means of transportation.

After going back and forth, Song Xiaoren and Yang Bihui also got acquainted, not only sponsoring the new aircraft, but also vigorously donating money to renovate St. John's Island, providing a lot of manpower and material support.

When the group was on the way back to China, another fighter jet in the sky came galloping, Ye Fan quietly looked at the pilot inside with the eye of the sky, it turned out to be another woman!

The original Beidou reserve team member, now Mu Yun, who has officially become the Beidou general!

Unexpectedly, she also came, one broke the army, the other Mu Yun, the two of them were going to personally escort the plane all the way, it was really a woman who didn't let her eyebrows go, which made Ye Fan a little flattered.

"Let's go!" Shen Jiayao looked at the island that was still under construction below, revealing a hint of expectation: "Next time I come here, I can rest assured that I will have a vacation." ”

"That's right. Yang Bihui smiled and said: "I have bought this island in full, and I plan to build another hotel and a resort on it, which is expected to be completed in another six or seven months." ”

"You're a big deal. Ye Fan gave a thumbs up, "How much did it cost?"

"Not much, just $60 million. Yang Bihui smiled modestly: "I know you don't like the United States, but you have a lot of friends here, and you can use St. John's Island as a back garden, a vacation resort, and a reception of friends in the future." So, this island is the first little gift from your mother. ”

"Give it to me?" Ye Fan was suddenly a little stunned.

Yang Bihui held his hand and said softly: "Yes, Xiaofan, over the years, my mother has not been able to be by your side, and she has missed too much, so it should be regarded as a little compensation, you must not refuse." If you refuse, you still hate me and refuse to forgive me. ”

"I take it, I take it. Ye Fan dared to shirk it, so he hurriedly came down.

Yang Bihui showed a kind smile, his son has already recognized himself, and when he arrives in Huaxia, he will take him to recognize his grandparents and grandmothers, kowtow a few times in front of his grandmother's grave, see his grandfather, and recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

The two fighter planes, one left and one right, were guarding the side, flying over Central America, the Rocky Mountains, and came to the vast Pacific Ocean, Ye Fan suddenly remembered an important thing.

Mr. Simpson's ashes and relics are still with him, and he accidentally forgot them!

Now everyone is like an arrow, and they can only find another time to fulfill Mr. Simpson's last wish.

Perhaps because of the escort of fighter jets, this time the air trip, there were no accidents, more than ten hours later, reflecting the lights of the city, landed steadily at the Huaxia Capital International Airport in early spring.

The two fighters in the sky each made a beautiful detour and disappeared into the dark night sky......

"Don't even say hello, this woman's heart is really unpredictable......" Walking out of the hatch and standing on the stairs, Ye Fan looked up at the Chinese night sky where he couldn't see the stars and was full of haze, and couldn't help but smack his mouth: "The air here is strong enough and tasteful!"

"Hey, hurry up, don't you see everyone waiting for you?" Shen Jiayao kicked him with a wicked smile.

Ye Fan pretended to glance down, as if he had just discovered the crowd waiting here, and shouted, "Yo, this is ...... What's the situation?"

A red carpet stretched from the gangway to a distance of 30 meters, and on both sides of the carpet stood all kinds of well-dressed people, everyone in the cold wind, everyone was piled up with smiling faces, and many of them held large bouquets of flowers, their expressions were extremely excited.

Ye Fan didn't know any of these people!

He thought that it would be Li Sihan who came to pick up them, but he didn't expect it to be a group of strange men and women, many of whom were over half a hundred years old, and a few old people were seventy or eighty years old, and they were still holding canes, or suits and leather shoes, or wearing a tunic and a long shirt of the Republic of China.

"How do I know!" Shen Jiayao pushed him down, and Lu Qingyu held Yang Bihui behind him, and Shanshan walked down the gangway.

As soon as Li Mo, who was dressed in an island country sailor suit, stepped out of the hatch, she was shivered by the cold wind outside. Except for Yang Bihui wearing a cheongsam, everyone else is still in summer clothes, Li Mo didn't expect that the weather in China at this time was still bitterly cold, without Lu Qingyu's cold-resistant physique, Li Mo tasted a lot of hardship.

"Hello Mr. Ye, welcome back to China!"

"Yang Dong, welcome back to China!"

The crowd began to cheer and shout, and several beautiful women took the initiative to run to send flowers, and the flashing lights kept on, as if they were greeting big-name stars, but these people were by no means the star chasers who often haunted the airport!

Ye Fan deliberately slowed down, wanting to see how Yang Bihui dealt with this scene, whether there was someone she knew.

Sure enough, an elderly man in a tunic rushed out of the crowd, looked Yang Bihui up and down, and sighed in Mandarin with a northern Shaanxi accent: "It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed at all! Xiaohui, do you remember me, an old man?"

"Are you...... Uncle Zhou?" Yang Bihui carefully identified it and was greatly surprised.

"It's me, it's me...... It's rare that you still remember me, a bad old man!" The corners of the old man's eyes were faintly moist, and he held Yang Bihui's hand and said, "Catch up with Ming'er, you must come to the compound and be a guest at me!"

"Definitely, definitely. Take care of your body, after the Lantern Festival, I will definitely go to see your old man!" Before Yang Bihui finished speaking, another old man came on crutches.

"Girl, you can't favor one over the other!" The old man was full of white hair, but his body was quite tough, and he had the characteristics of a soldier in his gestures.

"Uncle Wei, are you here too?" Yang Bihui was overjoyed.

"It's all here, and a few of them old guys!" The old man from a military background raised his palm and pointed at the old men behind him, "Look, we are all here to cheer you on! I haven't seen you for decades, and you are the most pleasing girl in the military compound......

Following the direction of his finger, Ye Fan saw several old men wearing army green tweed coats, it turned out that these old men and old ladies were all old neighbors of his mother.

"Thank you, thank you uncles and uncles......" Yang Bihui walked forward quickly and shook hands with them warmly one by one: "I will definitely invite everyone together another day and get together!"

"Yes, yes!"

"I think I'll wait for the New Year, call Chairman Yang, and let's go sit in the Hutong teahouse!"