The night was dark, and the street lamps on both sides of the road were turned on one by one, illuminating the pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the sidewalk.
Fu Cheng originally wanted to say goodbye to Su Qiao after leaving the company. He didn't really want to have anything to do with the other party, but before he opened his mouth, Su Qiao looked at him with a smile, a small dimple formed at the corner of her mouth: "I heard that there is a delicious restaurant across the road , I've always wanted to eat there, but I just arrived at the new company and I don't know any colleagues. Fucheng, do you want to go there? "
Slightly startled, Fu Cheng was about to speak when Su Qiao said again: "Of course you don't need to treat me, let's AA."
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said, "It's okay."
After crossing the road and walking less than 100 meters, we arrived at a newly opened French restaurant.
Fucheng seldom eats French food, but the woman in front of him is very familiar. Su Qiao told the waiter a few dishes, and then skillfully ordered a bottle of red wine. Fu Cheng glanced at her, and in the depths of his vague memory, he suddenly remembered that he went to eat steak with this girl ten years ago, and the other party put his hands on the white dress stiffly, at a loss and did not dare to move.
Today, however, the girl knows French food well.
Everyone has changed, including him.
Soon, the appetizers were served. While the two were eating, Su Qiao introduced the class reunion next month to Fucheng.
Su Qiao: "In the past, the study committee member in our class was named Zheng Weiqi. Do you still remember him? He used to be a single-parent family. His father passed away when he was very young, leaving him to live with his mother. It turned out that half a year ago He was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia... "
Holding a silver fork in one hand, the beautiful woman spoke softly. Speaking of the tragic experience of her old classmate, her slender brows were frowned a little, showing a worried and concerned look.
Fu Cheng recalled for a while: "Sorry, I don't remember much."
Su Qiao smiled: "Well, you didn't like talking to people in your class before. If I hadn't dragged you, you might not know many people by the end of the college entrance examination."
Fu Cheng was silent, unable to refute.
He has been quiet since he was a child, but he is not an introvert. He doesn't take the initiative to communicate with people, but if necessary, he will also participate in class activities. This situation improved a lot when I joined the army later.
A series of exquisite dishes were brought to the table by the waiter, and the full-bodied red wine was knocked gently against the side of the clear glass. Su Qiao suddenly said: "By the way, I'm divorced."
Fucheng was a little surprised, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "...is it okay?"
Su Qiao smiled and shook her head: "Peaceful divorce, I just can't live on, it's fine." As if this topic was just mentioned casually, Su Qiao quickly talked about something else: "Thinking about it this way, we really have been together for a long time. I haven't seen you, it will be two or three months? I remember the last time I met you, I was still talking about divorce, and now I have left."
Fu Cheng: "Well, about three months."
After finishing the meal, Fucheng sent Su Qiao to the taxi, and after watching the other party leave, he took out his mobile phone and started to hail a taxi.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the mottled scene through the dark car window, after a long time, Fu Cheng picked up his phone and sent a message.
[Fucheng: I will go to the class reunion next month.]
As soon as it was sent, the other party responded in the next second.
It is a very cute cartoon expression, the small person in the shape of a white dumpling is holding a small flashing light card with two colorful letters flashing on it: OK.
[Su Qiao: Thank you for your treat today. You ate so little today, almost all of it was me. Next time I invite you.]
Fucheng was about to refuse, but the other party sent another message: [Don't refuse, if I owe you a favor, I won't be able to sleep at night.]
Fucheng: "..."
[Fucheng: Good.]
As usual, shower and sleep.
The next morning, Fu Cheng subconsciously turned on the phone first, but after turning on the pitch-black screen, he suddenly didn't know what to do.
Watch your phone screen silently until it automatically locks.
Fu Cheng got up, changed his clothes, and took out a sandwich from the refrigerator.
In the empty room, only one person lived for many years. For so many years, I never felt that the house was too big or too spacious, because there was only one person from the beginning to the end, so I didn't feel sad. Putting the sandwich into the microwave oven and watching it turn and heat inside, Fucheng watched quietly for a long time.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The microwave oven dinged, and the slender young man froze for a long time before standing up, opening the lid, and taking out the sandwich inside. In the quiet restaurant, the sound of food plastic bags being torn was clearly heard. Tear off its plastic wrap, take a bite, take a bite, chew seven times, then swallow it, and eat slowly.
Suddenly, a huge nausea surged up from the root of the esophagus.
The young man quickly ran to the sink, and the next moment, the sound of tearing vomiting echoed fiercely in the kitchen. The sandwich I just ate, and the undigested Western food the night before, seemed to vomit out every organ in my body, and I vomited them all up.
Finally, the terrifying vomiting sound gradually became lighter and disappeared.
Fu Cheng lowered his head, quietly watching the water jet flowing from the faucet. After a long time, he turned around and walked to the storage room, and took out a stick of glucose.
The sun rose from the east, and he went against the commuting traffic all the way to the COMAC factory on the East China Sea.
It was only nine o'clock in the morning when Fucheng arrived at the COMAC factory. But the designers of the CR939 aircraft, the pilots of Dusen and other flight test teams, have also arrived. Half an hour later, Zhuo Huan also came.
He was wearing a white T-shirt, took off his sunglasses, and said a few words to Wu Hui.
Soon, everyone moved to the test airfield not far away.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Cheng changed into his uniform and walked into the cockpit.
The test flight this time is different from the test flight of McFly F475, it is absolutely safe. COMAC has already proved through several experiments that this aircraft can take off smoothly, but they want to improve this and reduce flight costs, so they need the test pilots to cooperate with a series of operations accurate to the second to obtain flight data.
Fucheng turned on the engine, and after making all the preparations, he pressed the radio communication button.
"CR939 test aircraft is ready."
The next second, Zhuo Huan's indifferent voice came from the earphone: "Allowed to take off."
Fu Cheng lowered his eyes: "Yes."
Such an operation is definitely overkill for Fucheng.
It is very easy for any good Air Force pilot to fly a civil aircraft. Military aircrafts test the pilot's personal level and flying ability. In the boundless and vast sky, fighter jets seem to be the embodiment of pilots, and the naked eye can tell whether the pilots are skilled or not. When a pilot with a lower level is flying, it is a public execution.
But civil aviation airliners are different. While computers provide passengers with more safety guarantees, they also allow pilots to have a highly intelligent flight assistant. The most advanced civil aviation airliners, such as the McFly F485, can even achieve fully automatic flight. Theoretically speaking, the pilot only needs to sit in the cockpit and watch, and the McFly F485 will be able to send passengers where they want to go.
In the quiet cockpit, Zhuo Huan asked for some actions from time to time, Fu Cheng responded lightly, and then completed them perfectly.
After the plane landed safely, the ground crew immediately surrounded it and continued to collect data.
After Fu Cheng explained some of his flight situation to them, he raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu standing under the left wing of the plane, they didn't know what to say.
After watching quietly for a few seconds, Fu Cheng looked away.
"Brother!"
Fu Cheng turned his head: "Huh?"
The young man with a flat head surrounded him, unable to hide the reverence in his eyes: "You were so fast when you completed the flight instructions, and the rudder was also very stable when you landed just now!"
Fucheng: "..."
"It's just a commercial airliner."
Du Sen: "Yes, what a pity, I have never seen my brother fly a plane, this is the first time. When I came out of the training camp, my brother had already gone to fly a carrier-based aircraft on an aircraft carrier. When I have the opportunity to be transferred to Flying a carrier-based aircraft, you are retired again."
Fu Cheng smiled, and he looked around: "Where's Zhou Jin?"
As if he suddenly remembered something, Du Sen let out an ah, then chuckled: "Brother, guess who's here."
Fu Cheng was stunned: "Who?"
Before Du Sen could speak, Fu Cheng heard a muffled hum from behind him. He paused, turned his head to look, his eyes widened suddenly: "Head?!"
…
A solemn and majestic middle-aged man in a white military uniform walked in front. Behind him, Fu Cheng, Du Sen and Zhou Jin followed one after another. But when the three of them walked halfway, Captain Nie turned around, his eyes froze: "What are you two doing?"
Du Sen and Zhou Jin were stunned.
Captain Nie: "I have something to tell Fucheng."
Dusen: "Oh oh oh, I'm going to see how the laboratory is doing."
Zhou Jin: "I'll go too."
Although the test airport is simple, there is only an airway building the size of an ordinary bus station and a runway, but there is also a small dining bar in it. However, Captain Nie did not intend to drink tea and rest at this place. He walked across the small bar to a conference room.
Fu Cheng followed in silently.
The door of the meeting room was closed, and Captain Nie said, "Sit."
Only then did Fu Cheng sit down.
Captain Nie: "How long have you not seen each other, huh?"
Fu Cheng raised his eyes to look at the other party.
Captain Nie stared: "Look, what are you looking at! Answer."
Fucheng straightened his back: "Reporting to the head, two years and three months."
The stern-looking air force colonel sized up the young man in front of him with stern eyes, and Fu Cheng looked forward firmly without dodging at all. After a minute, Commander Nie laughed first: "Okay, I've retired and reported to the Commander. Are you my soldier?"
Fu Cheng glanced at him, suddenly didn't know what to say.
Captain Nie: "Huh? I don't know you?"
The stiff body gradually relaxed, and for the first time in so many days, the heart in his chest seemed to warm up again. Fucheng also laughed, with a gentle voice: "Leader."
Captain Nie: "How is the situation at home recently? I remember you have a sister."
Fu Cheng: "She just got married half a year ago, and everything is fine."
Captain Nie: "Then how is your health?"
Fu Cheng: "It's also pretty good."
Commander Nie snorted: "I thought that your flying skills should have deteriorated after retiring for a long time. Just looking at it, it seems to be okay, barely passable."
Fucheng smiled and said nothing.
The two said a few more words.
Commander Nie is directly under the chief who manages them after Fucheng transferred to become a carrier-based aircraft pilot. Fucheng and Du Sen had both been carrier-based aircraft pilots, so in a sense, they were both soldiers of Commander Nie. When Fucheng retired two years ago, it was the retirement permit approved by Captain Nie.
When they first met, everyone would think that the old team leader was difficult to get along with, rigid and serious. But after getting along for a long time, I know that he is an extremely protective person, and he loves his soldiers very much. When Fucheng was in service, the old regiment leader was also very kind to him.
"It's enough to be in good health. Eat more food. You look thinner now, almost the same as when you retired two years ago." Captain Nie said bluntly, frowning.
Fucheng reminded him: "I am much heavier than that time, at least ten kilograms heavier."
Captain Nie glared at him: "Can a normal person compare to a skeleton! If you were able to look like this at the time, I would have allowed you to retire?"
Fucheng stopped talking.
Recalling what happened two years ago, Captain Nie looked at Fu Cheng's face and sighed softly. After a while, he slowed down his voice: "Just live a good life now. The matter of Lao Qi has nothing to do with you, so don't think too much about it. The affairs of your family have been going on for so many years. Those who are alive have to live well. to miss them.”
Looking at the ground, after a few seconds, Fu Cheng said softly: "Yes."
Captain Nie: "Hey, I am here this time, in addition to receiving orders from above to see the situation of the flight test team, I also came to see you and Du Sen. I have another thing to tell you."
Fu Cheng raised his head: "You say."
Captain Nie: "You know Lao Qi's family members, right?"
Fu Cheng was stunned: "Master?"
Captain Nie: "Yes."
Fu Cheng: "Didn't Master's wife have a car accident five years ago and she has been lying in the hospital without waking up?"
Commander Nie: "Yes, he has been in our Air Force General Hospital before. After Lao Qi left in the air crash, the army continued to help him take care of him." After a pause, Commander Nie continued: "I just happened to see you, Let me tell you. Last month, his condition worsened and he went to the ICU twice. In the end, he still didn’t survive and left last week.”