Zurich International Airport, Terminal E.
Going up the escalator and entering the VIP lounge, Gao Yun officially bid farewell to the five members of UAAG. Ordinary people can't always send them to the VIP lounge when they drop off the plane, they have to leave after they are sent to the security check. However, as a senior investigator of EASA, Gao Yun took advantage of his position to open a back door for himself.
The glass automatic sensor door slowly closed behind him.
As soon as he entered the lounge, Su Fei hurried to find something to eat. Old Joseph walked towards the wine cabinet. Lina and the stewardess at the front desk of the lounge confirmed the flight information, while Fucheng walked to the window and watched the planes take off and land on the runway through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Have you ever flown from Zurich Airport?"
Fu Cheng turned his head: "No. I used to be in Donghua Airlines, usually flying domestically and in North America."
Lina said with a smile: "Zurich Airport is still very busy, I used to come here often when I was young..."
The two chatted.
Half an hour later, when she was about to board the plane, Lina walked to the sofa booth and woke Zhuohuan up.
Zhuo Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up lazily and slowly. The five people went to the boarding gate under the leadership of the ground staff. Zhuo Huan always looks like he hasn't woken up, you never know what this man does every day. If it wasn't for staying in the same hotel, knowing that Zhuo Huan didn't go out yesterday, Fu Cheng almost wondered if Uncle Zhuo sneaked out last night.
As soon as they got on the plane, the beautiful stewardess immediately greeted them with a smile and took them to their respective seats.
The plane's first-class cabin has four seats in a row, and the middle two are adjacent. When Fucheng walked to the seat, he paused and said calmly, "Teacher Zhuo."
Uncle Zhuo, who was already lying down and ready to sleep, slowly pulled down the newspaper that was casually covering his face, and glanced at him with listless eyes.
Lina and the three had already found their seats and sat down.
Fucheng sat down on his seat indifferently, and didn't talk to the man beside him again.
Lina bought their air tickets, and Lina arranged the check-in and seat selection. Fu Cheng didn't know why Lina would arrange him and Zhuo Huan to sit next to each other, but there are only five people in UAAG, the probability of him sitting with Zhuo Huan is not low, maybe Lina just chose a seat randomly, He didn't notice who was sitting with Zhuo Huan at all.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?"
Fu Cheng raised his head and said in a gentle voice, "Hot milk, thank you."
Stewardess: "You're welcome, please wait a moment."
First-class passengers board first, followed by business class and economy class. After waiting for about half an hour, the plane entered the taxiway from the beginning. The stewardess woke Zhuo Huan up with an apologetic face, and asked him to straighten the chair, not to sleep for now, and to sleep after the plane took off stably.
Soon, the plane began taxiing.
After a faint hum, the nose of the aircraft was pulled up abruptly. The plane took off safely.
After a while, the flight attendants got out of the safety seats and asked the guests what they wanted to order.
The meals used in the first class and business class of the plane are completely different from those in the economy class. When Fu Cheng first became an Air Force pilot, his cousin saw a joke on the Internet and pulled him to read it with great interest: "Chengcheng, it is said on the Internet that first-class business class is called enjoying service, and economy class is just a means of transportation. Really. fake? What's the first class like?"
Fucheng, who was only nineteen years old, couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, I'm an air force, not a civil aviation pilot!"
Memories from many years ago came to my mind, Fucheng was stunned for a moment, and the stewardess shouted patiently. When he came back to his senses, he saw the stewardess squatting and looking up at him, with exquisite makeup, a warm smile, and a gentle voice: "Sir, the meals provided today are Western food, Chinese food and Japanese food. Among them, the staple food of Western food Divided into…”
“Swiss French food is good.”
Fu Cheng turned his head and looked at Zhuo Huan.
Uncle Zhuo didn't even look at the menu. As soon as he reached a safe height, he immediately flattened the seat and lay down again. He lowered his eyes slightly, lay looking at Fucheng and the stewardess waiting patiently, and seemed to think of something again: "Its KRUG champagne is also good."
Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, what are you eating?"
It happened that a stewardess walked up to Zhuo Huan, before she squatted down, Zhuo Huan raised his hand: "Don't wake me up, don't remind me to eat."
The stewardess was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled knowingly and said gently, "Okay, sir."
According to Uncle Zhuo's recommendation, Fucheng ordered French food and KRUG champagne. Unlike someone beside him, he wasn't sleepy. Fu Cheng turned on his phone and connected to the high-speed WIFI dedicated to first-class cabins.
On the Internet, the impact of Martha flight 123 is still not over, and netizens are still discussing the air crash involving the heir of a wealthy family. Suddenly, Fucheng received a message.
[Gao Yun: I'll let you know when there's news. I heard that Truffaut has already taken action. Sure enough, he is his own son after all, and Mr. Truffaut will definitely not sit idly by when encountering such a tragedy. I think European aviation law will definitely change this time.]
[Fucheng: Okay.]
[Gao Yun: By the way, I also heard that Mrs. Truffaut is preparing a charity fund to help young people from poor families who have dreams of flying. They also sponsored Leon Lorraine's daughter until she graduated from university, all expenses covered by the Truffaut group.]
In front of Fucheng's eyes, the little girl in the small town hospital, with tears in her eyes, looked at her timidly. The sun is warm and beautiful, just across the door is the girl's father who has passed away...
"Are you snoring?"
Fucheng: "?!"
The warmth dissipated in an instant, Fu Cheng turned his head and looked at the man beside him.
Zhuo Huan tilted his head, looked at him seriously, expressionless, and repeated: "Are you snoring?"
Fucheng: "..."
Ah.
The next moment, Fucheng said indifferently: "Mr. Zhuo, I don't snore."
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows, he noticed that the young man was suddenly very unhappy and in a bad mood. But he didn't say anything wrong, the two sat very close to each other, if Fu Cheng was sleeping and snoring, it would definitely wake him up, wouldn't it be right for him to ask in advance
Fu Cheng smiled at him, then stretched out his hand, brushed it, and closed the curtain between the two of them.
Zhuohuan: Huh
Taking out his mobile phone, Uncle Zhuo supported his upper and lower eyelids that were about to stick together, and sent a message.
Lina took out her phone and opened it.
[Reid: Why did you arrange me to sit with Fucheng?]
Lina smiled and typed.
[Lina: Give poor V a chance, Reid.]
[Reid:?]
[Lina: He has a crush on you so much, hasn't he?]
Zhuohuan: "Oh."
"Wow-"
The curtain was suddenly opened a small gap, and the clean and beautiful eyes of the black-haired young man looked over clearly through the gap.
"Teacher Zhuo, do you like to talk in your sleep?"
Zhuo Huan opened his mouth and was about to explain, but Fu Cheng smiled and said in a forgiving tone, "It's okay, I'm wearing noise-canceling headphones, you can do whatever you want." Then he didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and quickly closed the curtain.
Zhuohuan: "..."
Hold!
After a ten-hour flight, after getting off the plane, Uncle Zhuo wrote "Keep away from strangers" all over his face, and strode ahead with his hands in his pockets. Su Fei and Old Joseph didn't know why, so after thinking about it, Su Fei asked: "Brother Fu, you are sitting with RIP, what's wrong with him, he didn't sleep well on the plane, and he got up angry? Why does it seem like someone owes him a hundred dollars?" Wan looks like."
Fucheng thought for a while, with a sincere expression: "Probably because the plane was too noisy, Teacher Zhuo didn't have a good rest."
Lina also felt very baffled, when her cell phone rang, she opened it.
[Reid: He has no chance.]
A few seconds passed.
[Reid: No chance in this life!]
Lina froze suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.
Soon, the companions noticed that she was lagging behind, and they all stopped and turned to look at her.
Fu Cheng asked in surprise, "Lina?"
Lina's gaze rested on Fucheng for a few seconds, she shook her head, and followed her: "It's been two months, and I'm finally home. I'm in a good mood today, treat me, what do you want to eat? Don't talk if the per capita price is less than 1,000. "
Su Fei & Old Joseph: "You are ready to swipe your card!"
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It's December, but it's been a warm winter this year.
On Saturday, Fucheng went out to pick up the courier, and when he went downstairs, he suddenly received a message on his mobile phone.
[Old Joseph: Hey, V, I saw you!]
Fu Cheng was taken aback, and looked around.
[Fucheng: Where are you?]
[Old Joseph: Look up, the opposite neighborhood! Su Fei and I are waving to you on the balcony!]
Fu Cheng raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the neighborhood across the road. With his excellent eyesight, slowly, he finally saw the two people standing on the balcony looking at him through binoculars and waving their hands.
[Old Joseph: Dear V, do you want to come to our house for dinner? I made my own pasta!]
Half an hour later, Fucheng rang the doorbell, and Old Joseph and Su Fei happily opened the door for him. As soon as he entered the door, Old Joseph gave him a warm hug.
"Come on, we're eating. Pizza and pasta and the best whiskey ever!"
Pizza and pasta, shouldn't it be followed by red wine
These words flashed through Fucheng's mind quickly, but he smiled, changed his shoes, and entered the room.
The apartments UAAG gives employees are all 100 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, but they only live in one person. This is Old Joseph's house, and Su Fei lives opposite him. There is no furniture in the spacious living room, which is a model room design. If it is placed in IKEA, it can be a standard suite.
The only thing special is the projector that Joseph Sr. bought at his own expense.
At this moment, the coffee table in the living room is full of pizza and pasta, and the projection screen is showing a plane taking off. The captain and the co-pilot had a good talk. The captain looked at the sparkling Hudson River outside the window and said with emotion: "Today's Hudson River is as beautiful as ever."
Fucheng immediately understood.
Sure enough, the next second, the aircraft engine suffered a bird strike, and four engines failed. The experienced captain drove the plane calmly, and rushed to the Hudson River without looking back...
Successful forced landing.
Fucheng took a piece of pizza, dumbfounded: "Why do you suddenly want to watch the air crash documentary?"
Su Fei stared wide-eyed: "You don't know?"
Old Joseph was also surprised: "You don't know?"
Fu Cheng: "...what should I know?"
Su Fei and old Joseph looked at each other.
"Next week, "Holocaust in the Sky" will come to Shanghai to interview UAAG, and they will be doing a program about JAL 917."
"..."
Why do I know this!
Su Fei was nervous and looking forward to it: "Will you interview me? What kind of clothes should I wear, a suit? It always feels weird."
Old Joseph: "Hey, this opportunity is given to you young people. On behalf of NTSB, I have appeared on "House of Air" and "Return to the Crisis Scene" several times. It was a bit interesting to be on the show for the first time. That’s how it feels.”
Fucheng was surprised and said, "Old Joseph, have you ever been on a show?"
Su Fei directly looked for the program list: "Which issue of "Holocaust in the Sky"? Tell me quickly, let's watch it quickly!"
"Season 17..."
Everyone flipped through Old Joseph's issue of "House of Air", but unfortunately, each issue of Old Joseph's footage only lasted three or four minutes. After reading it, they were still talking about it, and the old Joseph said seriously: "I had more hair then than now."
After chatting about the glorious history of Old Joseph, Fu Cheng picked up a piece of pizza and took two bites.
Old Joseph leaned over: "By the way, V, I have always been curious. You are so young, you are only 26 years old, why did you suddenly retire? I used to be in the U.S. Air Force, and then I switched to civil aviation when I was older and became a civil aviation pilot. You are all carrier-based aircraft pilots, and you have a bright future in the future, why did you suddenly retire?"
Fu Cheng's hand stopped in the air.
Su Fei also said: "That's right, flying an aircraft carrier is so awesome. I don't even accept RIP, so I will obey you."
Fucheng thought for a while, put down the pizza, and said with a smile: "Probably because I'm too tired to be in the Air Force? I was in a very bad state for a while, and it happened that something happened at home, so I still couldn't carry out high-intensity training, and the training effect was not good. Later, I simply switched to civil aviation, so I could have more time to rest and adjust my mentality.”
Old Joseph: "It's a pity, you are a very good pilot."
Everyone didn't talk for long on the topic of Fucheng.
Old Joseph lowered his voice mysteriously: "Our party today is almost over, and there must be some easter eggs at the end. My dear friends, let me tell you in secret, I probably know why Reid is so poor."
Su Fei's eyes lit up: "Quickly say it!"
Old Joseph sighed in a mysterious manner, then drew the tone, and waited for Su Fei to urge him several times before he said with a smile: "Maifei F485, you know?"
Su Fei: "Of course I know, now one of Mai Fei's main models is the proud work of RIP, and the chief designer of this aircraft is RIP."
"Does Log Air 318 know?"
Su Fei was stunned, and thought for a while: "Ah, that plane that crashed in the Pacific Ocean four and a half years ago? Oh yes, it's the McFly F485."
Old Joseph clapped his hands: "That's right! Four and a half years ago, Rogge 318 fell into the Pacific Ocean. The search team searched for three and a half years, but they couldn't find it. Generally, after an air crash, it is led by the country where the accident occurred. For example Rogge 318, the airspace where it crashed belongs to Canada, so the Canadian Transportation Safety Board should be responsible for this matter. But there are more than 200 American citizens on Rogge 318, so the NTSB also intervened in this matter.”
Su Fei: "Then what does this have to do with RIP?"
Old Joseph: "This plane belongs to Maifei. Something happened, and Maifei also needed to send personnel to assist in the investigation. I was still in NTSB at the time, and I heard that Reid Irvin Patrick personally entered the investigation team. All our NTSB investigators I can't believe it. The chief designer personally entered the investigation team, which is a bit overqualified. It was that time, I had a brief contact and cooperation with Reid. But then I went to investigate other air accidents and did not continue Stay in the group."
Recalling what happened four years ago, Old Joseph couldn't help showing emotion, and Su Fei also nodded curiously.
They didn't notice that the moment old Joseph said Rogge 318, the smile on Fucheng's face disappeared instantly. He calmly listened to the two talking, only listening but not talking, and then picked up the wine glass in front of him.
It was the whiskey old Joseph had poured him an hour before, but he didn't drink it. He never liked to drink.
Never ever smoked.
Su Fei: "No, you haven't explained why RIP is poor? Hey, but is he really poor? Give street performers 10,000 euros! I also want to become such a poor person."
Old Joseph shook his finger: "I had the same idea with you yesterday, I also want to become such a poor person. But today, I changed my mind. My good friend Lovins in NTSB told me that Reid did one thing .A year ago, as the head of the Rogge 318 air crash investigation team, he announced that he would stop hunting for black boxes and no longer investigate. Hey, Su, don't look at me like that. I'm not talking nonsense, although you know all these things. I'm very Let’s get to the point soon, shall we…”
"Why stop the investigation? Because it is really too difficult to fish a plane in the Pacific Ocean. It is a bottomless pit. Every day, every minute and every second, the investigation team is throwing money into it. One day, at least hundreds of thousands of dollars! Even if the U.S. government later invested another 80 million U.S. dollars in funds, it still could not be found.”
"However, on the second day after the official fishing stop... Reid not only did not suspend the investigation, he even stepped up the salvage efforts. In his private capacity, he contacted three exploration companies at the same time to salvage the wreckage of Rogge 318! And this matter, He's been doing it quietly for a whole year!"
"Oh, our friend is really a persistent person. The daily cost of an exploration company is hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the salvage of three companies together can cost millions of dollars a day! I admire Reid from the bottom of my heart. He is not a stingy person. I Take back all the complaints and slanders against him."
Old Joseph blinked and continued to break the news: "I heard from Lovins that Reid has sold his 27 real estate properties and 1 yacht around the world, including the small island in the Atlantic Ocean."
Su Fei opened his mouth wide, suddenly didn't know what to say.
Old Joseph sighed a long time, and he raised his glass: "To our persistent and great friend."
"boom-"
The glass collided with the marble tabletop, making a crisp sound. Old Joseph and Su Fei looked up together, but they couldn't see Fucheng's expression clearly. The black-haired young man lowered his head, quickly said "I'm going to the bathroom", and strode away in a hurry.
The bathroom door was slammed shut.
In the living room, Old Joseph and Su Fei looked at each other.
In the bathroom, the long strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, blocking out the mottled world.
The sound of car horns downstairs and the sound of the wind shook the windows of the bathroom, but inside, there was only constant, almost eternal silence.
Fu Cheng propped his hands on both sides of the pool, he was gasping for breath, trying to breathe. Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The tips of the ears and the cheeks were blood-colored, flushed and hot because of drinking strong alcohol for the first time. But the reddest ones were those eyes, washed by alcohol and moistened by excitement.
The heart beat hotly in the chest cavity again.
The heartbeat is in the ear.
His fingers were hot and his lips were trembling.
With trembling hands, Fu Cheng picked up the phone and found that person's name. For a time, thousands of words and countless words came to my mind. However, in the end, when everything was silent, there was only that sentence left.
[Fucheng: Teacher Zhuo.]
A bedroom on the second floor in a high-end villa area in Shencheng.
The quilt was messily tied around the waist, covering the parts that should be covered just right, only revealing the thin and beautiful muscles. No one knew that Reid·Irvin·Patrick liked to sleep naked, just as few people knew how terrible it would be if he was woken up while he was sleeping.
The sudden sound of notifications broke the silence in the room. The owner of this bedroom was jet-lagged, and he was clearly a nervous wreck and easily woken up. A brief beep on the phone woke him up immediately, and he grabbed the phone irritably and checked the news.
Ah.
[Zhuo Huan: Is there something wrong?]
Fu Cheng suddenly didn't know what to say.
[Zhuo Huan: I'm asleep, it's okay to shut up.]
Fucheng: "..."
In the bedroom, the man threw the phone out and landed on the soft wool carpet without making a sound. He was so exhausted that he didn't care about the outside world at all, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.
On the other side, in the bathroom of the UAAG staff apartment.
Fu Cheng looked at the two short lines on the phone screen. After a long time, he smiled, clicked on the man's profile picture, and opened the notes.
"Remarks: Teacher Zhuo. 』
Watched for a while.
Delete the ironic "Teacher Zhuo" and seriously change it to two words.
- "Zhuo Huan".
"Zhuohuan."
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Heh, it's useless to have a crush on me, you have no chance! Even if I, Zhuo Anxi, jump from here, even if I die, I will never be with you!
half year later-
Zhuo Anxi: It smells so good!
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Fu Chengcheng's feelings towards An'an are very complicated, but he definitely doesn't like it. He was definitely passionate about An'an before!
As for how Anxi feels about Chengcheng, feel it yourself 23333