Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany.
Air France has only one flight at Frankfurt Airport, and that is from Paris to Frankfurt. In April 2021, an Air France red-eye cargo plane crashed after taking off from Charles de Gaulle Airport and landing in Frankfurt.
The three of Su Fei arrived in Paris first, and went to the Air France headquarters to learn about the situation. Depart for Frankfurt the next day.
A plane that fell to pieces was reassembled by EASA investigators with a metal skeleton and assembled into a complete one. The senior EASA investigator responsible for the accident was an old acquaintance.
Gao Yun: "The current investigation progress has reached the final explosion equivalent experiment. It is suspected that the cargo in the cargo compartment had a chemical reaction, which caused the explosion and fire. The question is why the explosion occurred, and the Boeing 747-8 freighter. What is the explosion-proof critical line."
Everyone nodded, and Old Joseph smiled and said, "This time you fought the plane very quickly."
Gao Yun also smiled: "After all, it didn't fall so badly, did it? If it hit a mountain and smashed into pieces like last year's Marsa Aviation 123, believe me, friend, I don't want to fight it at all."
Everyone laughed.
After arriving in Frankfurt, the three quickly entered the working state.
Old Joseph: "I don't know what's going on with Reid and Fu. To be honest, this is the first work commission without them, and I'm really not used to it."
Su Fei also scratched his head: "I also feel weird, without RIP behind me, I feel uncomfortable all over."
Lina came over with a cup of coffee: "Maybe I can bring you some good news."
"what?"
Lina blinked: "The UAAG headquarters has been renovated, and when we finish this work and go back, we can enjoy the new office."
Su Fei and Old Joseph: "..."
Old Joseph muttered: "This is really not good news!"
Apart from Lina, the renovation of the UAAG headquarters was completed, and the first people who knew about it were not Old Joseph and Su Fei, but Fucheng.
Lina is not in China, and someone needs to go to the site for acceptance after the renovation is completed. She then asked Fucheng.
After signing his name on the acceptance form, in the afternoon, Fucheng took another taxi to the COMAC factory.
Putting on a white lab coat and rubber gloves, Fucheng entered the laboratory.
Four computers are simulating the take-off state of the new airfoil, Zhuo Huan and chief designer Wu are standing on both sides of the computer screen. It seemed that he hadn't rested for a long time, Zhuo Huan's eyes were tired, but his brows were furrowed and his lips were tightly pursed. They don't need a real test flight, just simulated on the computer, the results of this airfoil modification made them very dissatisfied.
Chief Designer Wu: "If you want to have a high lift-to-drag ratio for high-speed cruising, you must first ensure a sufficient and safe stall margin. The lift is proportional to the circulation formed by the airfoil. If you want to change the effective value of the circulation, It is necessary to use the highly curved mid-arc on the premise of satisfying the Kuta conditions... ”
After he finished speaking, after a few seconds, Zhuo Huan asked, "How about using the front and rear edges at the same time?"
Wu Hui was taken aback: "This is completely different from our original design concept, it's an overthrow and start over."
Zhuo Huan raised his head and looked at Fu Cheng: "What do you think? You have the driving experience of Maifei F475neo."
Everyone turned their heads to look at Fucheng.
Fu Cheng took a look at Zhuo Huan, and replied: "Mai Fei's new neo model does not adopt the front and rear edge loading structure, but according to the two-dimensional experimental results of the wing section." He and Zhuohuan spent nearly two months researching the lift model of Mai Fei's new model. He pondered for a moment and said, "I think it's feasible. What do you think, Mr. Zhuo?"
Zhuo Huan looked at him long-sightedly, and after a few seconds, he turned to the designers of COMAC and said: "Re-use the front and rear edge loading devices, and then conduct experiments."
"Yes."
In the entire COMAC design laboratory, Zhuo Huan is the only one who has the world's most advanced experience in designing large wide-body aircraft.
McFly F485 is one of the best wide-body airliners in the aviation industry today.
Regarding the design of COMAC CR939, when he first came to the COMAC factory, no one knew that Zhuo Huan had already spent half a month reading all the design drawings with almost no sleep. Shangfei gave this person great trust, and under the circumstances that Zhuo Huan was not the designer of Shangfei, he gave him the blueprint without reservation. Zhuo Huan also gave a corresponding answer.
Most of the designs and systems of the CR939 have no problems. Although it does not meet the standards of the world's top wide-body airliners, it can at least barely approach the Boeing 777 series. If there must be an improvement, it is the new airfoil that can really reduce the cost of flying and become the secret weapon of this aircraft.
After the third test flight, at Zhuo Huan's request, Fucheng also joined the design team, because he was the only person in the audience who had seen the McFly F475neo and had even driven it himself.
Now, Zhuo Huan suddenly decided to completely change the basic model of the wing, which is tantamount to starting all over again, and it is a severe test for the entire designer team. However, Chief Designer Wu did not object, nor did more than a thousand designers of COMAC.
Like screws embedded in the assembly line, everyone is silently doing their own work. Working overtime has become the most common thing.
The induction glass door opened to both sides, Fu Cheng rubbed his sore wrist, walked out of the laboratory, and walked towards the dining bar.
He bought a random piece of bread from the vending machine, walked to the chair by the window and sat down, biting the bread while looking at his phone. He was looking at the circle of friends posted by his cousin's trip to Paris yesterday, when suddenly, the phone vibrated slightly, Fu Cheng clicked on the message, there was a moment of silence, and there was no reply.
After a while, several experimenters came out and had dinner together.
One of the young experimenters saw Fu Cheng and waved to him, and they all walked to Fu Cheng and sat down.
"That's all you eat, Major V?"
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Well, I'm a bit lost in appetite."
Putting the phone upside down on the table, Fu Cheng stopped looking at the phone, and several people at the table started chatting.
These young experimenters will also say some parental jokes after leaving the laboratory. Sometimes I complain that the simple meals made at the catering bar today are too unpalatable and the fishy smell is too strong; sometimes I complain that today's experimental data has exceeded the critical point, and I have to recalculate.
Fucheng listened to what they said, and ate the bread slowly.
One of the experimenters turned to look at him: "Major Fu, your phone vibrated several times, don't you need to check it?"
Fucheng paused, and said, "It's probably an advertisement for the app."
The experimenters nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
A minute later, just as Fu Cheng finished eating the bread, the phone suddenly vibrated violently. He pursed his lips, turned on the phone, and saw the word "Su Qiao" flashing on the screen. After staring at it for a second, Fu Cheng stood up and said, "I'm going to answer the phone."
After tidying up the plastic bags on the table, Fu Cheng walked towards the balcony while answering the phone.
When Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu came out of the laboratory, what they saw was the back of Fu Cheng.
Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Fu Cheng's back, while Chief Designer Wu didn't have any pretensions at all, and sat down where Fu Cheng was sitting just now. Several experimenters immediately stood up and shouted nervously, "Hello, Teacher Wu!"
Wu Hui smiled and waved his hands: "Sit down, you are not in the laboratory, there are not so many rules, so I will come to have a meal. That was Major Fu Chengfu just now, so you can eat it so soon?"
The experimenter sitting next to Wu Hui nodded: "Major Fu just ate a piece of bread, much faster than us."
Wu Hui: "Oh, what is he doing here? That's not the direction of the laboratory."
A younger experimenter smiled: "It seems to be going to answer the phone call from my girlfriend."
Wu Hui's eyes widened: "Xiao Fu has a girlfriend?"
An experimenter hurriedly said: "I heard Major Fu go to answer the phone just now, and it was a woman's voice. So... it should be my girlfriend, right?"
Wu Hui said with emotion: "It's nice to be young."
Zhuo Huan walked past the table with no expression on his face. He walked to the vending machine and stood there looking at it for a long time before he bought a bottle of Coke.
…
These experimenters were right, Fucheng did answer a woman's call, it was Su Qiao's.
Since sending Su Qiao home at that class reunion and rejecting her confession, Fucheng no longer contacted her. However, the WeChat message can be regarded as not seeing it, but the phone has to be answered. After answering the phone, Fu Cheng learned of the other party's intentions, and said silently, "It's okay, it's just a meal."
The woman's delicate voice became softer on the phone: "How can I do that? I haven't invited you to the French meal you invited me that time. Fucheng, you promised me before that you let me invite you too. You're in for a treat. Could it be that you don't want to see me anymore because of what I said to you last week?"
"… No."
"Then let me treat you to a meal."
"It really doesn't matter."
Su Qiao laughed: "Okay, let me tell you the truth, I also have other reasons for inviting you to dinner."
Fu Cheng was slightly taken aback.
Before he could open his mouth, Su Qiao continued: "I'm moving this week, so I want to ask you to help me. Just this weekend, I'm moving, and I've called for a truck, but there are still a lot of things. I'm looking for other people , but they all happen to be busy. Fucheng, can you help me move out of the house. I invite you to dinner, please, please please."
After a long silence, Fucheng said: "Okay."
***
Su Qiao and Zhuo Huan live in the same building.
Fucheng didn't expect that he entered this building again to help people move.
Su Qiao lives on the seventh floor, which is more than half smaller than Zhuo Huan's house. As soon as I entered the house, a lot of things had been packed, and there were cardboard boxes all over the floor. But there are still many small debris that have not been cleaned up. After Fu Cheng helped sort out two more large boxes, it was already eleven o'clock at noon.
Su Qiao rubbed her shoulders: "Okay, thank you, Fucheng. I'll wait for the people from the moving company to drag all these things away in the afternoon."
Fu Cheng shook his head: "It's fine."
Su Qiao looked into his eyes, and after a while, she said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner, I've reserved a table, it's nearby."
Su Qiaoding's restaurant is diagonally opposite the community, it is a western restaurant.
The melodious and soothing piano music flows slowly in the quiet restaurant, and there is a distance between each seat to ensure relative privacy. There were not many people in the restaurant and it was very quiet. After the two sat down, they ordered the seasonal food according to the menu of the day, and then started talking and chatting.
Su Qiao was mainly talking.
It seems that it has become the default habit when the two get along. From the first time they met ten years ago to now, the one Fucheng always listens to, the girl whispers in his ear. Ten years ago, after a girl said a lot, she would pout her mouth and complain when she got a boy's soft "huh": "Fucheng, did you listen to me? Do you not like me anymore. "
But now, Fucheng is still so gentle and calm, but Su Qiao can no longer ask this sentence.
Looking at the handsome young man on the other side of the table, Su Qiao slowly squeezed the goblet filled with red wine tightly, with a deep glint in her eyes. When Fucheng turned her eyes back to her from the window, she immediately covered her lips and smiled lightly, her tone was helpless and sad, as if coquettish: "Why are you not curious about me at all? You don't want to ask why I suddenly moved ?"
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng: "Why?"
The beautiful woman sighed heavily: "After the divorce, life is not easy. Living in such a big house, the utility bills are so expensive."
Fu Cheng: "...um."
Su Qiao: "..."
After a while, "Fucheng, can't you just say two more words!"
The words that were supposed to be complaints came out of this woman's mouth, but they were tactful.
Fu Cheng really didn't know what to say, he sensed Su Qiao's meaning, but his heart was dead silent, even if the girl he once liked sat in front of him and hinted at him, he couldn't give any response . After a brief silence, Fu Cheng was about to speak when he heard a deliberately high voice from behind him: "Wow, what a coincidence."
The body froze suddenly at this moment.
Su Qiao raised her head, looked at that handsome and indifferent face, and the next moment she remembered the other party's identity. She raised her hand to smooth the hair that fell to her ear, and smiled and rolled her eyes: "Hello, I remember you are a friend of Fucheng?"
Zhuohuan propped up the frame of the sunglasses with one hand, and the plastic bag from the convenience store with the other. He looked down at the woman sitting across from him, then lowered his head and said to Fu Cheng, "Fu Cheng, are you eating?" in a casual tone.
Raising his head slowly, Fucheng looked at the man in front of him calmly: "Yes. Teacher Zhuo, are you coming out for dinner too?"
Looking at him, Zhuo Huan smiled: "Yes, you don't mind adding me."
Before Fucheng could speak, Su Qiao said, "I don't mind, let's go together."
I have already said that I want to be together, and it would be too deliberate to refuse now. Fu Cheng sat on the inner side of the sofa, making room for Zhuo Huan.
The waiter came over quickly, Zhuo Huan finished ordering, closed the menu, and said to the waiter: "Have a bottle of Petus."
Hearing this, Su Qiao's expression changed.
The waiter didn't find anything unusual. He asked, "Sir, there is a bottle of Petus from 2009 in the store. Do you think it's okay?"
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows, begrudgingly: "All right."
After the waiter left, Su smiled and said, "Fucheng, you haven't introduced your friend to me yet, what's his name?"
Fu Cheng said indifferently: "His name is Zhuo Huan. Teacher Zhuo, this is my high school classmate, Su Qiao."
Su Qiao tilted her head and smiled, "So it's Mr. Zhuo. Does Mr. Zhuo have any research on red wine? I drank a bottle of Petus a long time ago. It was from 2002. It tasted really sweet and had a strong aftertaste. "
Zhuo Huan looked at her, and smiled lightly: "I have a little share in Potus."
Su Qiao: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "Last time I saw Miss Su downstairs in my house, Miss Su also lives in that building?"
Su Qiao: "I happened to move today, and I lived there all the time before."
Zhuo Huan took off the sunglasses and handed them to Fu Cheng, and said "oh" slowly: "Why do you want to move all of a sudden?"
Zhuo Huan's action of handing over the sunglasses was so natural that Su Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong, but Fu Cheng looked at the sunglasses with lowered eyes, and didn't reach out to pick them up for a long time. After hanging his hand in the air for a few seconds, Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at Fu Cheng.
The two eyes met.
After a long time, the smile on Zhuo Huan's face gradually disappeared, and he withdrew his hand.
Fu Cheng: "Let me treat you to this meal today."
Su Qiao looked at him in surprise: "Fucheng?"
Zhuo Huan turned his eyes around the two of them, and asked casually: "Oh, so it's Miss Su's treat?"
Su Qiao said helplessly: "Yes, Fucheng helped me move today, it happened that he invited me to a meal last time, this time I want to return the invitation."
Zhuohuan: "Oh, no, I will pay the bill myself."
Su Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon, the pre-dinner snacks were served first.
Fu Cheng didn't like to talk in the first place, but now that Zhuo Huan was suddenly added, Su Qiao also felt a little embarrassed. However, she is very sociable and finds a suitable topic quickly.
"Mr. Zhuo, are you and Fucheng colleagues?"
Fu Cheng: "He is my boss."
Su Qiao laughed lightly, two small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth: "Mr. Zhuo is really young and promising."
When the appetizers were served, the waiter also brought red wine.
After sobering up, the waiter poured red wine for each of the three. Zhuo Huan didn't say that he ordered the red wine by himself, and seeing that Fu Cheng was silent, Su Qiao didn't say anything about it. She accepted the other party's red wine.
Taking a sip, Su Qiao looked at the pure black rich red in the wine glass: "The aroma of truffles and slightly astringent tannins are still the taste in my memory."
Zhuo Huan: "Miss Su is very knowledgeable about red wine?"
Su Qiao smiled and said: "Occasionally I will taste some, and I have tasted a lot before, so I still know a little bit."
Zhuo Huan said with a half smile but not a smile: "This is an advanced hobby, it costs a lot of money, and it has to be cultivated from an early age."
The smile on Su Qiao's face froze a bit.
Zhuo Huan: "Among the four most famous wine regions in Bordeaux, I like Pomerol the most. Among the wineries in Pomerol, Petrus is the best. Has Miss Su ever been to France?"
Su Qiao faintly felt a strange hostility, but she didn't know the reason, so she could only smile: "I've been to Paris once."
Zhuo Huan: "Have you ever been to the Maldives?"
Su Qiao's body froze: "I've been there. Why did Mr. Zhuo ask this?"
Seeing her pretending to be calm, Zhuo Huan sneered, just as he was about to speak, Fu Cheng suddenly stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Zhuo Huan looked at him: "I'll go too."
Fucheng did not respond.
The two walked towards the bathroom one after the other. Su Qiao held the handle of the glass of red wine and watched their backs as they left. After they all left, the charming woman raised her chin slightly, looking at the convenience store plastic bag that Zhuo Huan casually put on the sofa. She narrowed her eyes and began to think.
After coming out of the bathroom, Fu Cheng immediately saw the man standing against the door. He paused, then walked to the sink intently, and began to wash his hands.
The sound of splashing water was the only sound.
The dim light shone from the carved wall lamp on the wall, and shone on Zhuo Huan's slightly long hair, reflecting a light golden layer. The bathroom was filled with a faint citrus fragrance, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the young man in the mirror.
After a few seconds, he smiled lightly and said, "You like that kind of woman, Fucheng."
Fu Cheng lowered his head and washed his hands, without saying a word.
Zhuo Huan: "Are you two dating?"
Fucheng still didn't speak.
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue softly, as if asking and answering himself: "It's not like, do you like to let women treat guests when you are in love? Are you chasing her, or is she chasing you?" After a pause, "Oh , she is chasing you."
Fucheng turned off the faucet and went to get a towel to wipe his hands.
Zhuo Huan: "She's pretty good-looking, so why do I have to chase after you? When I see her, I always feel familiar. This kind of woman looks familiar, do you know where I saw her?" Not thinking he could get an answer from the young man, Zhuo Huan replied directly: "My father's bed."
Fucheng raised his eyes abruptly, and said coldly: "Mr. Zhuo, you are going too far."
Zhuo Huan slowly suppressed his smile, and he asked indifferently: "Why did I go too far?"
Fu Cheng: "Speaking of a girl like that, don't you think this kind of behavior is very disgusting?"
As if hearing something ridiculous, Zhuo Huan laughed exaggeratedly twice in disbelief. Fu Cheng clenched his fingers, turned around and was about to leave, but Zhuo Huan grabbed his wrist.
"Where the hell am I sick?"
"Every word of yours makes me sick."
"Hold!"
Zhuo Huan grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the wall. He almost gritted his teeth, and slammed each word on the ground through the gap between his teeth: "I'm disgusted? The woman outside gave birth to a sixty-year-old man's son half a year ago, and took five million away. You fucking call me disgusting?"
"She went to the Maldives and worked as a prostitute. How many people's beds have she slept with? You fucking say I'm disgusting?"
"That house, the house you fucking moved and packed her, why did she move because it wasn't her house at all. Now she doesn't want to be a whore, she wants to marry. She found you , she wants to marry you, Fucheng, you fucking call me disgusting?"
Hearing these words, Fucheng had already changed from initial astonishment to deep numbness. He bowed his head in silence, not saying a word.
Zhuo Huan laughed angrily at him, reached out to lift his chin, but he dodged it.
The air froze suddenly.
After a long time, Fu Cheng lowered his head and asked hoarsely, "Why did you go to check on Su Qiao?"
His body froze slightly, Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "Don't you like women?"
Fucheng looked up at him.
Zhuo Huan laughed viciously, and satirized in a loose tone: "Oh, so you like this kind of woman."
Staring silently at the man's face, Fu Chengan watched quietly, he calmly broke away from the man's hand, turned and walked towards the door. Every step was extremely long, and my feet seemed to be filled with lead water. I was very sad, my throat was choked, but I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
Fu Cheng walked to the door and pressed the door handle.
The next moment, there was the sound of quick footsteps behind him, Fu Cheng turned around subconsciously, and a fiery kiss fell down abruptly, sealing his breath. His eyes widened suddenly, Zhuohuan's aura invaded overwhelmingly, and he remembered to struggle after a few seconds, but Zhuohuan held his face in both hands, pressed him between his body and the door panel, and kissed him vigorously.
Unable to bear it any longer, the man stuck his tongue into the young man's mouth, sucking and licking frantically.
Fu Cheng began to push him away, but Zhuo Huan said hoarsely, as if eagerly saying: "Don't."
It sounded like a hallucination.
Fucheng froze.
When he came back to his senses again, the man hugged his waist with one hand and clasped the back of his head with the other. He closed his eyes, bit his lips, and kissed him lingeringly. Fu Cheng also involuntarily closed his eyes, first he kissed the other party tentatively, the familiar smell named Zhuo Huan, and finally, he kissed back passionately.
There was a faint knock on the door behind a thin door.
Su Qiao asked outside the door: "Fucheng, are you alright?"
"Mr. Zhuo?"
The woman's voice didn't stop the kissing between the two, but intensified it instead. As if wanting to devour the young man in front of him, almost wanting to fuck him right here, Zhuo Huan kissed his nose, his eyes. In the end, he sealed the panting lips again, it was an ambiguous and painful kiss.
Su Qiao knocked on the door several times, but finally gave up.
Fucheng took a deep breath and calmed down. After a minute, he recovered, raised his hand to wipe the wet saliva from the corner of his mouth, and turned around to open the door before going out. Zhuo Huan hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Fucheng."
The man's voice is sexy and deep.
Fu Cheng closed his eyes, then opened his arms.
Zhuo Huan lowered his head, his long hair stroked Fu Cheng's cheek.
In the bathroom, the faucet was not turned off tightly, and water dripped on the marble slab. One sound, tick tock.
"... come back, okay?"
The author has something to say:
Regarding the question about the plot line of some readers, if you want to watch the plot of the previous unit drama, it is recommended to fatten up to the next volume. The next and final volume is titled "The Heart of the Sea".
Personally, I don’t think the plot can only be called a plot if it’s hard-core. This volume mainly introduces the past of the two protagonists. For example, Instructor Qi in the last chapter, the first time his name appeared was not in the last chapter, but before V. The plot line of this volume is mainly to introduce these past events and tell you what the two of you have experienced to become what you are now.