Beside the plane.
Mova, dressed in an exquisite uniform and with a graceful posture, led the flight attendants in a neat line beside the airstairs. They were a picturesque sight, waiting for the group to board.
As Feng Mountain drew near, the beautiful flight manager flashed a professional smile as brilliant as the warm spring sun and spoke softly.
"Mr. Feng, welcome back. Your cowboy outfit is very cool. Did you have fun?"
"It was pretty good, though it's a shame I didn't get to try any authentic Texas barbecue." Feng Mountain smiled and nodded, then glanced back and gestured to the group behind him. "There are a few more of us for the return trip. Is there room for everyone to board?"
"Of course. This plane can accommodate up to sixteen passengers." Mova gave a faint, perfect smile, a hint of pride on her face.
"All aboard, everyone!" Feng Mountain turned and waved to the group.
A child's sadness comes and goes quickly.
