In July, the sun is scorching. It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and the strong heat could no longer be resisted. Along with the hot asphalt road scorched by the sun, it scalded the feet of pedestrians. The white-collar workers were in a hurry. Firstly, they were so hot that they just wanted to enter the building early to enjoy the air conditioning; secondly, they were almost late.
When Fucheng took the elevator to the UAAG headquarters, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw several workers carrying wooden ladders and were doing renovations.
He took one look and walked into UAAG headquarters.
As soon as he walked in, he heard Su Fei ask: "What's that at the door, Lina, we're the only ones on this floor, who are those people decorating for?"
Lina looked up from the computer, and she smiled slightly: "Dear Fly, you said that there is only UAAG on this floor, so who do you think those workers are going to decorate for?"
Old Joseph asked in surprise: "To UAAG?"
Lina: "Yes."
Old Joseph: "Why is it suddenly necessary to decorate again?"
Lina smiled: "Changing the decoration style is just a change of mood. The last decoration was a year ago, old Joseph, don't you think we should change the working environment more, so that we can better inspire us enthusiasm for work?"
Old Joseph laughed: "If we really work in this building, instead of running around the world every time."
Lina blinked, not intending to argue about her extravagant hobby.
Fu Cheng walked to his seat and sat down. Seeing him coming, Su Fei took a pack of small cakes from the drawer, and handed them over: "Brother Fu, do you want to try it, it's very delicious."
Fu Cheng took a look and said with a smile: "I came here after breakfast, so I'm not hungry."
The punk boy nodded, and shared his newly discovered food with Old Joseph.
At ten o'clock at noon, Uncle Zhuo came late.
Just returned to UAAG after a week's vacation, and everyone was a little absent-minded. One morning passed without doing any work. This is the characteristic of UAAG's work: once you receive a job commission, you will be very busy. It is common to work overtime and stay up late, and you often have to endure various difficult working environments. But if there is no work entrustment, what they do every day is to sort out the data and research the relevant directions that they are interested in. Sometimes Zhuo Huan would also find interesting aviation materials and study them together.
But obviously, Uncle Zhuo is not interested today.
He walked to Lina's table, knocked on it with his fingers, and said softly, "Where is my private lounge plan?"
Lina pointed in a direction.
Su Fei: "Fuck?! Dare to redecorate, all to make a bed for RIP?"
Old Joseph: "... luxury, what a luxury! Reid, decoration is not good for people's health, shouldn't we have a long vacation?"
Zhuohuan put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyes and clicked his tongue: "You just came back from vacation."
Old Joseph said sincerely, "I don't mind taking a few more days off."
After all, it was just a bad temper, not inhumanity. Su Fei and old Joseph begged a few more words, and Zhuo Huan granted everyone a vacation, allowing them not to come to the UAAG headquarters for work until the renovation was completed. Everyone cheered, and even Lina curled her red lips in a happy mood.
Zhuo Huan raised his head and said, "You don't take vacations."
On the seat, the young man who had been sitting calmly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Huan. The two looked at each other quietly, and after a few seconds, Fu Cheng asked, "Why?"
Su Fei: "Yeah, why. RIP, why isn't there a holiday in Fucheng?"
Zhuo Huan sneered: "He has other things to do, you care so much?"
You care so much.
You manage a lot, Fucheng.
His heart was slightly touched, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes, sorting out the materials on the table.
Underage but caught by Zhuo Huan's words: "Why, I can't even ask a few questions? Old Joseph, tell me, is it because RIP suddenly didn't give Brother Fu a holiday. He treats himself differently, and he is not allowed to be curious I asked a few questions."
Zhuo Huan ignored him, walked to the sofa, and lay down very skillfully. However, this time he didn't sleep, but held his mobile phone, not knowing who he was talking to.
Half an hour later, Fucheng suddenly received a call, and he was slightly taken aback when he saw the name on the phone screen. He walked out of the office and answered the phone. After returning, Fucheng said to Su Fei: "Mr. Zhuo is right, I still have something to do."
Su Fei: "???"
Fucheng didn't say any more, the punk boy poked Old Joseph's arm with a confused look on his face: "What is this for? I feel weird."
Old Joseph looked at Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng. He recalled the scene he saw at the gate of Fu Cheng's house a few months ago, and he smiled: "You little boy, what do you know? Aren't you going to have a holiday? Let's go!" Well, what are you having for lunch today?"
Su Fei and Old Joseph left first, and Lina confirmed some procedures with the construction team and left first.
Before leaving, the beautiful blonde stood by the glass door and asked with a smile: "Do you need me to help you arrange your itinerary for this period of time?"
Fu Cheng asked: "...do you know what we are going to do, Lina?"
Lina smiled and said: "Of course. Although Reid didn't tell me, I have already guessed the general situation. The factories and laboratories of COMAC are by the sea, far away from where you live. I need to arrange a car ?"
"I bought a car."
Lina looked at her friend in surprise: "When did you buy the car, Reid."
Zhuo Huan lay on the sofa, looked at his phone, and said, "Last week."
Lina smiled and said: "Okay, then it seems that I don't need to arrange the itinerary for you. Then see you after the decoration is finished?"
Fucheng: "Goodbye."
Zhuo Huan waved his hand holding the phone.
The automatic sensor glass door clicks and closes gently. In the quiet office, the central air conditioner was blowing cold wind in a low voice, and Fucheng was answering emails. In addition to the whirring of the air conditioner, there is only the crackling sound of the keyboard. After a long time, I typed the last word and sent it out.
All of a sudden, the clicking sound of the keyboard disappeared.
Fu Cheng sat on the swivel chair, looking at the flickering computer screen. Not far behind him was the man lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. He clearly felt that that man was not looking at himself, he was just looking at his mobile phone. However, in this long and desolate silence, the air froze everything.
I don't know how to move, and I don't know what to say.
Every second counts like years.
Until he received the reply email, Fucheng turned his chair and said, "Go to the COMAC factory at two o'clock in the afternoon? The email I received said so."
Zhuo Huan's eyes moved away from the phone screen for a second, glanced at him, and then looked back: "Yes."
Fu Cheng didn't know what to say, he turned around again.
After a long time, there was a rustling sound behind him. Zhuo Huan stood up, and he came over: "Shall we have lunch together?"
Fu Cheng looked up at him: "No need."
Zhuo Huan lowered his head and looked at him steadily, he suddenly smiled: "What are you doing, just have a meal, and go to Shangfei after eating."
Fucheng: "I bought a piece of bread. Teacher Zhuo, do you want to eat bread with me?"
Zhuohuan: "Oh."
There was no yes, no say no, but the man strode past his desk, headed straight for the UAAG gate, and didn't look back. Finally, I was the only one left in the spacious office. After a long time, Fu Cheng's stiff body suddenly relaxed, as if it was only at this moment that he suddenly felt his back was drenched with sweat.
Fu Cheng sat on the chair, exhausted. After a few minutes, he opened the drawer and took out a loaf of bread. I got up and walked a few steps, then went back and opened the drawer again, and took a bottle of oral glucose from it.
At half past eleven, Fucheng received a message from Zhuo Huan and asked him to meet him in the underground parking lot.
After waiting in the parking lot for a minute, Zhuo Huan drove the car and parked in front of him. Fu Cheng opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.
It's a Ferrari, in understated black and with a not particularly low chassis. Zhuohuan was wearing sunglasses, turning the steering wheel with one hand. The moment the car drove out of the underground parking lot, the dazzling sunlight passed through the front window and reflected on the man's slightly raised chin. He was chewing gum and reached out to turn on the speaker in the car.
In the melodious English singing, neither of them spoke.
Two hours later, I arrived at COMAC's T1 factory on the East Sea.
The author has something to say:
This chapter is shorter and not abusive, so let's relax.
Just in time for me to think about the plot of the new volume.
The Heathcliff in the previous volume was Zhuo Anxi, but he was talking about people, and he was the protagonist. It is definitely impossible to finish the whole volume like the plane accident in the previous volumes. So although this chapter is a new volume, it will continue to talk about Zhuo Anxi and Fu Chengcheng, not just one~