When these experiences kept flashing back, the one that left the deepest impression on the aircraft was naturally the time when he had just graduated and was living at Lee Soo-hyun's house, planning a racing car with a few of his best friends.

Then he had a dispute with the Twelve Young Masters because of a woman.

On the night when he finally resorted to means to make the Twelve Young Master's car fly off the road and roll down the mountain, he stood in front of Zhang Pin and said those words: "Sir Zhang, I want to follow you!"

The plane originally thought that he had forgotten these memories long ago.

Because in the blink of an eye, many years have passed. He was a young boy at the beginning, but now he is considered the talker of the top society in Hong Kong, with hundreds of thousands of official members under his command.

But at the moment when the helicopter climbed to a high altitude, the memory of the glorious days after I got on the Talker suddenly found that it was very blurry.

On the contrary, it was the days before that he thought were young and unwilling to recall, but he was deeply impressed.

The plane looked down from a high place. His eyes were first attracted to Victoria Harbor, then he looked at the strait and high-rise buildings, and then he wanted to take a look at the people below.

But at this distance, people have turned into black dots. With only its own eyesight, the plane cannot see who the pedestrians below are.

The plane retracted its gaze towards Hong Kong Island and turned its gaze towards Australia Island across the sea.

It was obviously still daytime at this time, but a lot of lights were already on above many buildings on Ao Island.

A feeling of loss suddenly arose in the plane's heart.

Because he knew in his heart that his departure would probably mean that he would not be able to step into this place again for the rest of his life.

And this place happened to be the place where he lived and survived for the first half of his life.

All his memories are preserved here.

Didi didi——

Just as the plane was sighing, the mobile phone on his body suddenly rang.

The plane was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that anyone would call him right now.

When he took out his cell phone and saw the familiar number, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he almost dropped the cell phone in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, the plane pressed the answer button.

"Jiahui."

The person on the other end of the phone had a very calm voice.

Hearing this familiar voice, the plane's body couldn't help but tremble again.

"Sir Zhang!"

After a moment of silence, the plane also greeted the person on the other end of the phone.

"How did it get to this point?"

Zhang Pin's voice was very calm, but there was still some incomprehension and even a little bit of difficulty in accepting it.

"Yes, how did we get to this point?"

The plane was also a little confused at this time.

"I remember you said you wanted to be an artist. Are you still practicing your painting skills now?"

Zhang Pin did not talk about what happened today, but instead talked about his previous dream of flying.

"Painting, I haven't done anything in years."

The plane shook his head, telling the truth at this time.

Ever since he obeyed Zhang Pin's instructions and spent several months in jail and then wandering around on the streets, he abandoned his paintbrush and never practiced painting again.

"You can pick it up again. As long as you have a dream, it's never too late."

Zhang Pin even persuaded the plane to fly.

Hearing Zhang Pin's words, Qian Fei's heart moved.

Zhang Pin's words sounded ordinary.

But the meaning contained in it is very different.

Although the plane left Hong Kong Island temporarily, it did not mean that all the things he had done on Hong Kong Island were written off.

Although Hong Kong Island does not have legal alliances with many places such as extradition agreements.

But you must know that there is an Interpol branch on Hong Kong Island.

As long as the Hong Kong Island police insist on pursuing the aircraft, Interpol will definitely be willing to give the Hong Kong Island police a face and issue a wanted order for the aircraft.

Although the people have left the plane now, it has become a lonely person.

He doesn't think that if the Hong Kong police continue to pursue him, he will live a good life in the second half of his life.

But with Zhang Pin's words, he saw hope for a stable life for the rest of his life.

"Then thank you, Sir Zhang. I'm sorry for what happened today. This is not a personal grudge."
Chapter completed!