Five years ago, Qi Zhifeng, the former instructor of the Air Force Training Camp of the Jinling Military Region, had no choice but to retire early because of a failure in stock investment, and took up the post of Loge Aviation.
The benefits of Air Force pilots are very good, but compared with the captain position of a large airline, they are too busy, and they have no time to do other side jobs and take care of their families. When Qi Zhifeng retired, Du Sen had not yet graduated from the training camp. At that time, no one thought that what life gave to people was never a rescue from a desperate situation, but a worse situation.
After retiring, Qi Zhifeng's life gradually improved, and everything seemed to have hope.
However, at this moment, suddenly, his wife and son were involved in a car accident together. The son died on the spot, and his wife became a vegetable. Such a blow is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for a husband and a father.
Regimental Leader Nie recalled the situation at that time, and said with emotion: "Although Lao Qi has already retired from the army, but when something like this happened, the army also gave help and took his family members to the Air Force General Hospital for treatment. Alas, who It can be imagined that two months later, Lao Qi encountered an air crash, and now, even his family members are gone."
Fu Cheng's lips moved, but he couldn't even utter a word.
When he first entered the training camp eight years ago, he once met his wife. At that time, the teacher was leading a group of recruits to a theory class. In class, the teacher was serious, upright, and with a loud voice, and always liked to suddenly call a person's name and ask him to stand up and answer questions. If you can't answer, you have to run fifty laps on the playground.
Everyone was terrified. They were all boys in their teens and twenties. In the past, they were fearless. At this time, they all lowered their eyebrows, for fear of being seen by Qi Zhifeng.
At that time, Fucheng was called up to answer the question.
It was a problem of rarefied gas dynamics, and the Boltzmann equation was clearly printed in his mind, everything was so familiar as if it happened yesterday. Fucheng was a little nervous, but he still answered the question smoothly, and then he saw an officer knock on the door, and instructor Qi walked over and said a few words to him. Suddenly, as if he heard something, a surprised smile appeared on Instructor Qi's stern and stern face. Such a smile appeared on the face of a person who is always strict, and it was inexplicably funny and out of place.
Instructor Qi raised his head and looked towards the corridor. Because Fucheng was standing, he could see a little. He saw a middle-aged woman with long hair. Instructor Qi laughed when he saw her. Then he straightened his face again, walked to her side and whispered a few words quickly, and then returned to the classroom: "What are you doing, the class is not over yet, are you planning to rebel? Alright, Fu Cheng, you got a good answer, sit down! "
There was hardly any doubt, when Fucheng sat down, he realized inexplicably that it must be the teacher's wife.
The family is broken.
These four words have never been displayed so nakedly before Fu Cheng's eyes.
Knowing that the teacher's son died in a car accident, and the teacher's wife was in a coma again, Fu Cheng and a few old classmates immediately asked for leave and went to the hospital to visit the teacher. The high-spirited and energetic lieutenant colonel officer in my memory turned gray overnight and sat in the hospital ward in a daze.
That day, a few students invited the instructor to dinner together. After getting drunk, instructor Qi took Fucheng's hand and asked him with red eyes: "Tell me, why did God treat me like this? Fucheng, I don't understand, Fucheng... "
That was the first and only time Fucheng saw his teacher cry.
He was overwhelmed by life, shattered.
But life has to go on. One month after his wife's car accident, Qi Zhifeng returned to Log Air to continue working. He has to earn money to pay off his debts, and also to earn money to pay for his wife's high medical bills.
But five years later, his wife still left.
After a long time, Fucheng said quietly: "This can be considered a reunion."
Captain Nie sighed: "Old Qi is really suffering!"
After saying a few more words, Captain Nie patted Fucheng on the shoulder: "I still have something to do in the laboratory, so I'm leaving first. Fucheng, I will always welcome you back. If your body recovers well, it's almost ready, then you can go back to the hospital." Don't waste my time outside, come back to me! Do you know?"
Fu Cheng nodded, he stood up, and wanted to send the leader away.
The two walked to the door of the conference room together, Captain Nie stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "By the way, you are at UAAG, how do you feel about Zhuo Huan?"
Fu Cheng was stunned. After a moment of silence, he said, "Teacher Zhuo is very powerful, very good."
Commander Nie smiled: "Who asked you this? I don't know if Zhuo Huan is capable or not. At the beginning, Lao Li and I made a request to the commander with a shy face. If you invite him to come to our army to give a speech, you will give it to me." Forgot?" After speaking, Commander Nie straightened his expression again, lowered his voice, and said solemnly, "I'm asking you, how is this person's political awareness?"
Fucheng looked at Captain Nie in astonishment.
Captain Nie explained: "The country has always wanted to invite Zhuo Huan back. He is a native of China. What is it to build aircraft for other countries? Why don't you go back to the motherland to build aircraft? Not to mention commercial aircraft, the country still has many fighter jets to develop All projects need talents! After Zhuo Huan resigned from Mai Fei two years ago, we sent someone to contact him and wanted to invite him back. But he never agreed or refused. You have been in contact with him for a long time, Tell me, is there any other reason for him? For example, he grew up in the West and was affected by some influence, so he doesn’t want to come back?”
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng said, "Teacher Zhuo is not such a person, otherwise he would not have set up UAAG's headquarters in Shanghai."
Captain Nie thought for a while: "What you said is also reasonable." After thinking for a long time, he asked again: "Is there something wrong with Zhuohuan's personal character in private? I heard that he doesn't seem to be easy to get along with."
Fucheng blurted out, with a firm tone: "No, Mr. Zhuo doesn't have any personal moral problems!"
He spoke too quickly, without any hesitation, and Captain Nie was stunned.
Captain Nie nodded: "Oh, fine, don't tell others about this."
Realizing his fierce tone just now, Fu Cheng's lips moved, and he said softly: "...um."
The two walked out of the conference room together.
After seeing off Captain Nie, Fu Cheng and Du Sen went to the COMAC factory to confirm some data and test flight simulation for the new airfoil.
Time passed day by day.
In the second week after Zhuohuan and Fucheng took over the task of designing a new type of wide-body aircraft from COMAC, the three of Lina left Shanghai. UAAG was commissioned by Air France, where a cargo plane crashed at Frankfurt International Airport three months ago. Fortunately, no one was killed and both pilots suffered only minor injuries. Now that the accident investigation is coming to an end, several difficult issues have emerged. Air France entrusted UAAG to assist in the investigation.
When Lina told Zhuo Huan about this matter, Zhuo Huan replied directly on the phone: "You three go."
Lina smiled and said, "Okay."
Air France had no objection to this, so two days ago, Lina, Su Fei, and Old Joseph got on the plane to France and arrived in the distant romantic capital of Paris.
And here, Shanghai COMAC Laboratory.
Normally, although the pilots of the flight test team have to keep in close contact with the design and planning of the aircraft, they are pilots after all, not designers, and most of the time they are relatively relaxed. Just like Dusen, he also took care of the Air Force's practice orders, and sometimes disappeared for a few days to perform secret missions.
Fucheng is also similar.
After the first flight test mission, he ushered in a long vacation. You only need to go to the COMAC laboratory twice a week.
Among the three members of the flight test team, only Zhou Jin really stayed in the aircraft manufacturing factory of COMAC, recording every experiment record. Among the three, Du Sen belonged to the elite pilots of the Air Force, and he was ordered to join the flight test team, and he came to help. Fucheng is similar, he was appointed by Zhuo Huan alone, because he is more familiar with the new airfoil and has relevant experience.
And Zhou Jin is the real test pilot, he needs to pay close attention to the manufacturing progress of the aircraft.
In mid-August, Fucheng took a taxi to the COMAC factory. He first went to the test pilot lounge to say hello to Zhou Jin, and then came to the laboratory.
The sensor glass door automatically opens to both sides when the young man walks one meter in front of the door. The cool air-conditioning dissipated the heat of the scorching heat outside, and the refreshing coolness refreshed the heart. Fucheng walked to the T4 laboratory. After getting along for a month, several familiar experimenters greeted him with a smile when they saw him, and someone came over to introduce the latest changes to him.
Experimenter: "The new test flight is tentatively scheduled for next Tuesday."
Fu Cheng: "Okay, I see."
The two sides exchanged a few more words, and Fu Cheng left the laboratory with a thick stack of documents.
Dazzling sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the glass corridor, and the air-conditioning air-conditioning reduces the venomous heat, and it feels bright instead of scorching hot. Fu Cheng walked forward while flipping through the materials. Halfway there, as if he sensed something in his heart, he raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan walking from the other end of the corridor.
When the two saw each other, they both stopped in their tracks.
The four eyes met, Fu Cheng silently looked at the man standing not far away, Zhuo Huan also looked at him.
After a few seconds, the two approached.
Fucheng greeted first: "Teacher Zhuo."
Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and glanced at the information in his hand, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a rambling voice, "Documents about the flight test?"
"Um."
"So many."
Fu Cheng looked up at him, and after a few seconds, he said, "En."
Zhuohuan put his hands in his pockets, chewing gum casually, stared at him for a few seconds, and let out a chuckle from his nasal cavity. He walked around Fucheng and continued to move forward. He seemed to remember something after taking two steps, and turned around: "Oh yes, have you eaten yet?"
Fu Cheng turned around: "I've eaten."
Zhuo Huan glanced at him up and down: "Have you lost weight, Fu Cheng?"
In an instant, the gently flowing river in the bottom of his heart suddenly set off a huge wave, hitting the fragile and vulnerable embankment, causing his heart to inexplicably start to feel a deep pain.
Fucheng looked deeply at the person in front of him without blinking, and then said with a smile: "Is there, Mr. Zhuo, did you see it wrong?"
Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Oh, maybe. See you next week."
"Okay, see you next week."
Saying goodbye lightly, the two turned and left.
In the quiet and deserted corridor, the sunlight shone on the marble floor, giving off undulating brilliance. Walking to the end of the corridor, Fucheng stopped in his tracks. He stood still, his fingers trembling violently. He looked up at the ceiling, then lowered his head again. After a long time, he walked away.
On the other side, he didn't see that the person who was supposed to go to the restaurant turned a corner and walked into the smoking room.
Zhuo Huan stood in front of the French window, smoking a cigarette while watching Fu Cheng go downstairs and walk towards the door. He was smoking a cigarette indifferently, white smoke rising in front of his eyes. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he leaned slightly against the window until he watched the figure of the young man disappear around the corner of the building, never to be seen again. Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue softly, pushed the cigarette end into the ashtray, and crushed it vigorously.
***
After Fucheng returned home, he put away the flight test materials, and not long after, he received a call from Su Qiao.
Tonight is a class reunion.
The class reunion this time was to help an old classmate raise money for charity, and Fucheng couldn't refuse. Before the party started, he anonymously sent a sum of money to that old classmate's Alipay account.
In the evening, I had dinner at a five-star hotel.
Not many people came, only two tables. However, everyone was wearing a famous watch and carrying a brand-name leather bag. Fucheng entered the hotel wearing only an ordinary T-shirt. When he saw these glamorous and extremely strange classmates, he suddenly understood something. Throughout the party, he always sat quietly on the side, eating alone with his head down.
Some old classmates also saw him, talked to him happily, and asked him if he still remembered himself.
However, Fucheng's attitude was polite and distant, after talking a few times, no old classmates would chat with him anymore.
Su Qiao is the social butterfly in the box, she is very surprised, she can drink very well, can drink with male classmates, and can chat about luxury goods with female classmates.
After dinner, everyone's faces were flushed, as if everyone was a close friend whom they hadn't seen for many years.
After the party, everyone calls for a driver.
Fucheng held his mobile phone and wanted to take a taxi home, when a soft female voice sounded from behind him: "Fucheng..."
Fu Cheng turned around: "Su Qiao?"
The pretty woman's cheeks were slightly red, and she was not completely drunk, but she was obviously also slightly drunk. She frowned and said, "Can you take me home."
Fu Cheng was silent: "I don't have a car."
An old classmate heard this and said loudly: "Su Qiao, let me take you home. I came here by car, a Mercedes-Benz."
Su Qiao turned around and smiled at him: "No, I just want Fucheng to send me back."
As soon as these words fell to the ground, there was an ambiguous booing sound in the box.
In this noisy environment, Fu Cheng looked at Su Qiao calmly, Su Qiao turned her head, her eyes fell into Fu Cheng's indifferent eyes, she was suffocated for a moment. After a few seconds, she smiled and blinked: "Fucheng, you won't disrespect me, I'm drunk, don't you have the heart to let me go back in the middle of the night alone?"
Fucheng glanced at her silently, then said softly: "Okay."
The classmates laughed.
Fu Cheng and Su Qiao walked out of the box side by side, and when they got downstairs, the driver of the express bus had already been waiting for a long time. Fucheng opened the door for Su Qiao, and after she went in, he opened the door himself from the other side.
The car moved slowly.
The silent carriage was in stark contrast to the noisy and chaotic box just now, Fu Cheng looked out the window.
No one knows how long it took before a hoarse female voice sounded: "Fucheng."
Fucheng turned to look at her.
In the dim light, the beautiful woman's eyes were slightly red, and she smiled weakly and helplessly at him: "Do you hate me very much?"
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng: "No."
Su Qiao laughed at herself: "I was the one who was sorry for you at the beginning. I know that I am a very disgusting woman in your heart."
"No, you think too much."
"I'm really sorry for you. I have always regretted what happened back then. But these years..." The voice suddenly rose, but for some reason, it gradually fell down again. Su Qiao said with a wry smile: "All these years, I have always wanted to You. I've never liked someone that much. The day before I got married, I was still wondering if you would suddenly appear, tell me not to get married, and take me away."
Seeing that the woman was smiling but seemed to be crying, Fu Cheng opened his lips, but really didn't know what to say.
Su Qiao looked at him: "But when I was getting a divorce, I suddenly saw you on the street again. Do you think this is fate?"
In the dimly lit carriage, the woman looked at him expectantly.
For a long time, Fu Cheng avoided her sight: "Sorry."
Su Qiao slowly opened her eyes wide, she turned her head away. In the quiet compartment, the voice of a woman sobbing faintly rang out.
Taking Su Qiao to her neighborhood, Fu Cheng didn't want to get out of the car, but Su Qiao had already wiped away her tears, stood outside the car window, bent down and said with a smile, "Fu Cheng, come with me for a walk. I drank too much today, and I feel like I can't stand still."
Fucheng had no choice but to get out of the car.
In the cool evening breeze, the two were walking in the garden of the community while Fu Cheng listened to Su Qiao talking about her high school days.
"Fucheng, you are the most difficult person I have ever chased! What kind of woman do you like? I am so good-looking and treat you so well. I have been chasing you for a semester, a semester! You just agreed. I Secretly tell you, I wanted to give up at the time... "
"Do you remember the hairpin you gave me when we first fell in love for a month? I have been collecting it all the time, and it is still in the dresser, and I haven't thrown it away..."
"There is also the movie ticket for the remake of "Titanic" that we went to see together, I also keep it..."
p Basically, Su Qiao was talking alone, and Fu Cheng listened quietly. Just like ten years ago, when they were students, it was the same.
After talking a lot, Su Qiao also slowly stopped speaking. After a long time, she asked softly, "Have you ever had a girlfriend in these years?"
Fu Cheng glanced at her: "No."
"Then why can't you look at me?"
"..."
"Because I was married?"
"Feel sorry."
Su Qiao covered her face with her hand, but she sneaked another gap to look at Fucheng. When a woman, especially a beautiful woman, looks at you with such sad and sad eyes, even the most hard-hearted person will soften her heart.
Su Qiao: "Is it really impossible for us?"
Fu Cheng: "... I'm sorry."
Su Qiao laughed, she seemed to be holding back her tears, and raised her head: "Then can you kiss me. This is my regret all the time, I never kissed you back then, only kissed your cheek. You don't have a girlfriend now, and my looks shouldn't be a disadvantage to you. Can you satisfy the simple wish of your first girlfriend?"
Fucheng was speechless.
Su Qiao pretended to be surprised: "Could it be that this is still your first kiss?"
Fu Cheng was stunned suddenly. Suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, in the narrow and cramped room, the man pressed him between his chest and the door panel. Zhuo Huan lowered his head, he raised his head involuntarily, and then they started kissing, crazy kissing. Fanaticism and love were entangled to the death, that kiss was so hot that until now he suddenly thought of it, his lips were also slightly warm.
Su Qiao: "Fucheng?"
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng stretched out his hand and gently embraced the girl in front of him.
"Sorry, I'm not suitable for you, you have better ones."
The smile on Su Qiao's face froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, she also stretched out her arms to hug the young man. Burying her face in his chest, taking a few deep breaths, Su Qiao hoarsely said, "Okay."
Sending the girl in memory into the building, Su Qiao kept turning her head frequently, smiling and waving goodbye to Fu Cheng. That sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes, everything is exactly the same as in memory. When she disappeared in the elevator, Fu Cheng looked down at his palm.
If he hadn't entered UAAG, if there hadn't been the Rogge 318 air crash five years ago, he thought, maybe he would really be with Su Qiao.
If there is no such person as Zhuo Huan.
Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, Fu Cheng turned around and opened the car-hailing app with his head down, ready to take a taxi home. However, the moment he lowered his head and turned around, his body froze suddenly. Slowly raising his head, he saw a tall, thin and handsome man with a cigarette in his mouth under the moonlight. Zhuo Huan put one hand in his pocket, and held the plastic bag from the convenience store with the other, looking down at him indifferently.
Breathing was suffocated for a moment.
After a few seconds, Fu Cheng put down his phone and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhuo, what a coincidence."
Zhuo Huan pinched the cigarette away with his hands, exhaled lightly, and said coldly: "Unfortunately, my house is behind you."
Fu Cheng: "I'll take my classmate home, and she lives here too."
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I see, a very beautiful woman. Is she your first love?"
Fu Cheng: "Yes."
Zhuo Huan smiled slowly: "Wow, plan to rekindle the old relationship?"
Fucheng didn't answer.
"Live here, your ex-girlfriend's family is very rich. She is also beautiful."
Fu Cheng: "Are you going shopping?"
Zhuo Huan shook the plastic bag in his hand: "Well, do you want to see it?"
This scene seemed familiar, Fu Cheng slowly opened his mouth.
Zhuo Huan answered him directly: "The condom is used up."
a long time.
Fucheng: "Oh. I'm going home first, Mr. Zhuo."
The young man walked towards the gate of the community, and when he walked to the man, a low-pitched laughter came to Fucheng's ears through the moist evening wind.
"It's so late."
Fu Cheng stopped and turned to look at him.
Zhuo Huan was smoking a cigarette, looked down at him: "It's so late, your girlfriend won't let you stay overnight?"
Fucheng smiled softly: "It's not good to spend the night, she's a girl."
Zhuo Huan: "Conservative? No sex before marriage?"
As if aware of what he was going to say next, Fucheng looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "That's a pity, she hasn't seen you in bed, it's so pretty." Before she could say it, her gaze fell into the quiet eyes of the young man, and the sarcasm she wanted to say suddenly choked in her throat inside.
In the cool evening breeze, there is boundless silence.
Zhuo Huan suddenly felt extremely bored, he closed his eyes impatiently, and said, "Fucheng."
"Teacher Zhuo, is there anything else?"
Looking at him fixedly, countless words piled up in his throat, some were cursing, some were ironic, some were irrelevant, and some were high-sounding. Like the wind, it came in from every gap in all directions. But Qian Yan Wan Yu thought of the scene he saw just now, the extremely gentle embrace of the young man, all of which paled and disappeared into nothingness.
For a long time, Zhuo Huan looked at the young man in front of him and clicked his tongue: "When you slept with me, you never seemed to hug me so tenderly before."
Pinching his fingers into his palms one by one, Fu Cheng heard himself asking this question, his tone was surprised and taken it for granted: "I thought that tenderness is needed to fall in love, Mr. Zhuo, don't you just need passion for a girlfriend?"
In the quiet night, Zhuo Huan took a puff of cigarette slowly.
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Yes, you are very passionate in bed."
Fu Cheng slowly suppressed his smile, his voice was calm: "Mr. Zhuo, is there anything else?"
Zhuohuan: "No."
Fucheng: "Goodbye, Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuohuan: "Oh, goodbye."
Walk out of this community step by step and walk to the side of the road.
With a sharp pain in his stomach, Fu Cheng slowly squatted down. He looked at the asphalt road with a pale face, and watched silently. Ten minutes later, he stood up and was supposed to take a taxi home, but when he looked up, he saw a convenience store across the road.
The logo of the convenience store is the same as the one Zhuo Huan was holding just now.
By coincidence, Fu Cheng walked in. He stood in front of the cashier, looking down at the row of sex toys.
After a while, the convenience store employee came over: "Sir, do you want to buy anything?"
Fu Cheng slowly raised his finger, pointing there: "Are these the only ones left?"
The employee glanced at it: "Oh, here, someone bought a lot of them before, and they haven't replenished them yet. There are others in the warehouse. Do you want me to get them for you?"
Fucheng laughed silently, and he shook his head.
"no need."