When I walked downstairs side by side with Xu Lian last time, Xiang Zhangkong carefully shrank to the side by the armrest, for fear that he would accidentally bump into Xu Lian. Now, it is still him and Xu Lian, and this narrow corridor, but he is much more relaxed than then and no longer seems restrained.
He said to Xu Lian who was walking beside him: "I'm sorry, my mother sees everyone like this, I hope you don't mind."
Hearing what he said, Xu Lian shook her head: "The last time I came here, Xiang Nuan told me that my aunt is not in good health." The relationship with Xiang Changkong has changed. Even if she is unstable, Xiang Changkong will naturally tell her about some things.
Walking out of the corridor, Xiang Changkong saw Xu Lian's car parked on the basketball court. In terms of living facilities nearby, it is quite complete, but if there is anything worth visiting... I really can't find it.
He thought for a while, then turned his head and asked Xu Lian, "Do you want to drive somewhere else, or just walk around here?"
Xu Lian rarely comes here, and is not familiar with it: "Is there any place to turn around here?"
Xiang Changkong said: "There is only a small park in front, but there is nothing to play." There are a few simple fitness equipment in the park, and most of the elderly and children play there.
Xu Lian doesn't mind. The weather is fine today, it's good to sit in the park and bask in the sun and chat: "Just go there, I'm too lazy to run."
Xiang Zhangkong led Xu Lian towards the park. On the way, he passed a milk tea shop and went in to buy two cups of milk tea.
Halfway through the milk tea, the small park finally arrived. This park is really not big, and you can see the end at a glance. But there were still a lot of people in the park, and the bright sun shone down, and the smiles on everyone's faces were warm.
"There is still a place to sit there, let's go over there." Xu Lian pointed to an empty bench in front of him and motioned to Xiang Changkong to sit there. A little rabbit-shaped decoration was built next to the bench, and it looked a little cute. Xu Lian glanced at the rabbit and was about to sit down when Xiang Changkong stopped him: "Wait, wipe and sit again, Don't get your white sweater dirty."
Xiang Changkong wiped the bench with his hand, and found that there was no dust, and it seemed that someone was sitting at any time.
"Let's use this." Xu Lian took out a tissue from the bag, first picked up Xiang Changkong's hand, and wiped it for him, then bent down to wipe the stool, "Okay, you can sit."
Xiang Changkong's face was a little red because of the act of wiping his hands just now. He took the tissue paper that Xu Lian used in his hand, walked over to the trash can and threw it in, then turned around and came back. Xu Lian had already sat down on the chair, biting the straw of milk tea in her mouth, looking at Xiang Zhangkong and smiling.
Xiang Changkong felt that his ears were starting to turn red. He walked over to Xu Lian and sat down. He coughed awkwardly: "Cough, you don't dress up the same way as usual today."
Xu Lian responded and said, "Well, I think it's better to dress up properly when I come to see the elders."
Xiang Changkong coughed again, and said to her, "You look good no matter what you wear."
The corners of Xu Lian's mouth were slightly raised. She wanted to make fun of him, but she saw a little boy running over with a small remote control plane. He shouted cheerfully to the man behind him, "Dad, let's fly right here, okay?"
"Okay." The man smiled and walked up to touch his head and asked him, "Do you know how to do it?"
The little boy nodded his head heavily: "Yeah! I remember everything my father taught me!"
He ran to the lawn, put the plane down, and operated the remote control. His father was standing beside him, giving him a few pointers from time to time. The propeller of the plane turned faster and faster, with a slight wind noise, and the fuselage swayed off the ground.
"Wow, fly up, fly up!" the little boy shouted happily, his father stood by and told him to pay attention to the operation and not let the plane fall.
With the help of his father, the plane flew steadily, and the little boy happily said to his father, "Dad, when I grow up, I want to fly a real plane! Just like my father!"
Xiang Changkong's eyes, who had been looking at them, moved slightly, and then lowered his eyes, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.
Xu Lian turned her head to look at him, she drank all the milk tea left in the cup in one breath, and then looked at the father and son in the park: "Xiang Zhangkong, where is your father?"
Xiang Zhangkong's hand on the bench gradually tightened and then loosened. He sipped and looked up at the small plane flying slowly under the blue sky: "My father, he is an aircraft designer, he understands There are a lot of things, and when I was a kid, I liked to pester him to tell me stories about planes."
"Yeah." Xu Lian replied lightly.
"The last time you went to my room, you should have seen the model of the airplane on my desk. That was the birthday present that my dad gave me on my birthday. He made it himself."
Of course Xu Lian remembered that model. Although the workmanship was not very delicate, it contained the deep feelings of the maker.
"It's just that as I get older and my dad's work gets busier, my mom occasionally complains about him."
Xu Lian understands this a little: "My mother is too. When my father goes to the construction site, she often complains about him for at least half a year or a year or two. But after complaining, she still follows my father everywhere. ."
Xiang Changkong smiled and said to her: "My mother is not so free and easy. There are me and my sister at home. She can't leave us alone. Besides, the nature of my father's work is not the same as your father's."
Xu Lian nodded, the research institute sounded stricter.
Xiang Changkong said: "My father works in the First Aircraft Institute. The entire AVIC industry is based on the 611 work system, and sometimes 711. It is common to work overtime until late at night every day, and everyone is very tired. Many people will quit without hesitation, but aviation is different, they know what their job means. They can stick to it with enthusiasm, but the overloaded work also causes a heavy burden on the body.”
Xu Lian frowned slightly and listened to him continue.
"Although my father never mentioned it to me, I know a lot of things, such as Uncle Guo, who had eaten with us before, suffered a myocardial infarction and collapsed at work, and I saw him in the newspaper. When Uncle Sun arrived, he suffered a heart attack and the rescue was ineffective…”
When they died, they were only forty or fifty years old.
A long time ago, Xiang Changkong heard the ridicule of his uncles and aunts, "If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and people who work in aviation will die early." They clearly know what such intense work will bring, but they still work hard at their posts.
Xu Lian pursed the corners of her mouth and said with some difficulty: "Your father..."
"My father only said it was a cold at first, so he took some medicine by himself, but it didn't get better. Then one day in the middle of the night, his condition suddenly worsened. My mother sent him to the hospital overnight, but he still couldn't be rescued." He is now Still remember that chaotic night, when her mother cried heartbroken on the phone, and he rushed from school in a hurry, unable to see his father for the last time.
Xiang Nuan was in the third year of junior high that year, and he didn't even dare to tell her the news.
Xu Lian held the hand he put on his side, and the warmth of his palm passed to him little by little.
Xiang Changkong held her back and followed the little children's plane: "In the past few years, my country's self-developed planes have successfully made their first flight, and their photos have been published in major newspapers, magazines and forums at home and abroad. , so many people fell for it.”
Under this blue sky, it is the unsung dedication and unimaginable perseverance of countless aviation people.
A gust of breeze came, with the smell of sunshine and grass. Xu Lian and Xiang Zhangkong intertwined their fingers and sat on the bench for a long time.
The boy who played with the remote control plane had left with his father, and a few more aunts who played table tennis came to the park. Xu Lian let out a sigh of relief and looked at Xiang Changkong beside him: "Is your mother's illness related to your father's?"
Xiang Zhangkong took back his eyes that had been empty, and nodded to her: "My dad's affairs have hit her hard, and she has collapsed. Although she often complains about my dad, she also argues with him because of his work. I've had a lot of fights, but I know she loves my dad very much."
"Yeah..." Just like her mother, although she always complained about her father, but every time she deliberately mentioned "divorce", her mother would never leave.
Xiang Changkong looked at Xu Lian, remembered his mother's complaints against his father, and slowly pursed the corners of his mouth. He understands his father, but he also understands his mother. He has seen her mother cry secretly because his father only cares about work. He felt a pain in his heart when he thought that Xu Lian might experience the same thing as his mother in the future.
He slowly clenched her hand and asked her, "If I enter Yifeiyuan in the future, I may be very busy..."
Xu Lian interrupted him: "I think, people have to live to make more contributions to the country, don't they?"
Xiang Changkong was stunned for a moment, knowing that she had misunderstood her meaning. He lowered his eyes and smiled, and followed her words: "Well, so I will definitely pay attention to my body, usually eat on time, and exercise whenever I have time."
"Also have regular physical examinations."
"Well, I'll listen to you." Xiang Changkong had a warm smile in his eyes, and after a while, he remembered the question he had not spoken, and his eyes sank a little, "If I'm busy with work in the future, I don't have a problem. How much time can I spend with you, will you be angry with me? And our work is confidential, and I can’t tell you what I do every day.”
Xu Lian frowned slightly, but did not answer for a while. Looking at her like this, Xiang Zhangkong also became nervous. He knew that their work would put pressure on his partner, and if she didn't want to...
He just wants her to be happy.
After a long time, Xu Lian finally raised her head and looked at Xiang Changkong: "I thought about it carefully, I will definitely be angry. So at that time, you must coax me well."