A hoarse voice sounded softly, Fu Cheng turned around, slowly raised his head, and looked at this person.
"Where are you going?"
Zhuo Huan was speechless, he looked at the young man's beautiful eyes, bowed his head and kissed his eyelashes. The voice is rare and soft, it should be difficult to say, so I can only kiss the brows and eyes of the person in my arms, and whisper in a low voice: "Okay, go back to my house. Your house is also fine."
Fu Cheng turned his head to avoid his kiss.
Zhuohuan stopped his movements.
After a long silence, Zhuo Huan asked: "Do you really want to be with that woman outside?"
Fu Cheng raised his eyes: "No."
Zhuo Huan smiled slowly: "What on earth do you want to do, Fu Cheng."
With his head down, he didn't know what to say. After a long time, the young man turned around and pressed the doorknob. The moment he opened the door, there was a crisp clicking sound, Zhuo Huan pushed with his palm, and closed the door again with a bang. One hand firmly pressed against the door, and the other hand grabbed Fu Cheng's wrist, pulling him back.
"Don't you fucking do that!"
Fu Cheng: "Are you stalking every friend in a relationship like this!"
All the words were choked in his throat at once.
"No." Zhuo Huan looked down at him, "You are the only one."
The world was silent for a moment, Fu Cheng slowly raised his head to look at him, but when he saw the man's face clearly, his resurgent heart was silently crushed out.
Zhuo Huan's eyes were still so selfish and arrogant. He seemed to just say that casually, or, even if he was stalking, he added a noun at the end. friends with benefits.
If he had ever had the courage to fly to a flame against the starlight, then at this moment, Fucheng was really tired.
He really didn't have the strength to ask this person proactively, to understand this person, even if it was just a little bit.
In the quiet and narrow space, the bodies are tightly pressed together, and the warm breath is tightly entwined. The breath merged into one, as if they had returned to half a year ago, in that apartment, separated by a thin door panel, just like now, they couldn't help kissing the person in front of them.
The scene was too similar, eyes were entangled, Zhuo Huan's lips moved, he lowered his head involuntarily, as before.
Fu Cheng parted the corners of his lips, almost giving up on himself, and went up to meet him.
Lips touching, the extremely familiar heat and exhalation, ambiguously entangled. Tongues sucked and bit each other, Zhuo Huan held Fu Cheng's face, his nose was filled with the sweet and sour scent of verbena. It was too familiar, and his heart, which had been restless for a long time, also calmed down. He closed his eyes, gradually deepened his strength, and kissed the person in front of him earnestly.
However, the next moment, a powerful force pushed him away.
Zhuo Huan was caught off guard and was pushed against the wall. Before he saw what was going on, he saw Fu Cheng quickly running to the pool from the corner of his eyes. Then, there was a sudden and piercing retching sound.
In the dim yellow bathroom, Fu Cheng propped his hands on both sides of the sink, he almost vomited out all his internal organs, and kept vomiting. After a minute, the sound finally stopped. Fu Cheng didn't vomit anything, when he was retching, Zhuo Huan just stood by and watched silently.
Until Fucheng wiped his lips with a tissue, as if to wipe off all the dirt on this lip that he had touched, his lips turned red.
"Fucheng..."
Fucheng raised his head.
"Are you fucking sick!"
The man stood in the corner, in the shadow of the light. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, word by word popped out between his teeth: "What the hell do you mean?"
There was no ups and downs in his cold heart, Fucheng looked at the person in the mirror with calm eyes, but he didn't speak.
"Hold!"
"are you crazy?"
Stretching out his hand to stroke the loose hair on his forehead, Zhuo Huan walked in the bathroom with big strides. He was extremely irritable, and he hadn't slept well for almost two months, and finally at this moment, at this moment when Fucheng vomited just a second after they kissed, he reached the breaking point. Breathing more and more quickly, teeth clenched, he stopped and looked at the young man.
All the sharp words came to the lips, but just when they were about to blurt out.
Zhuo Huan took a deep breath, he glanced at Fu Cheng, and slammed the door out.
There was a bang on the door frame, and it vibrated when it was smashed.
Five minutes later, Fucheng returned to his seat. Su Qiao looked at him in surprise, and smiled, "Why have you been here for so long, Fucheng, I went to the toilet to look for you, but I couldn't find it. By the way, where is Mr. Zhuo?"
Fu Cheng sat down: "I went out to talk with him for a while, and he left a little earlier."
Su Qiao asked in surprise, "Then what did he buy?"
Fucheng opened the plastic bag and took a look, it was just some chocolate and yogurt. "It's okay, it shouldn't matter."
Su quietly nodded.
Coincidentally, neither of them mentioned Zhuo Huan again. After eating a meal, when paying the bill, Zhuo Huan had already paid the bill in advance.
Fu Cheng: "I'm not feeling well, and I may not be able to move with you in the afternoon."
Su Qiao was taken aback: "Ah, okay. What's wrong with you, Fucheng, do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"
"no need."
"Really don't need it?"
"Just a little problem."
"Okay, then you pay attention to your body. See you another day."
"goodbye."
Sending Su Qiao into the community, Fucheng took a taxi. He calmly got out of the car, took the elevator, and took out the key to open the door.
The door clicked shut behind him.
The thin and frail young man leaned against the door, and he stretched out his hands to cover his face. His palms were soaked in cold water, tears overflowed from his fingers, and he squatted down slowly.
By the time Fu Cheng stood up again, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
He first went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then the familiar nausea surged up from the depths of his body. He vomited more violently than ever in the past two months, throwing up everything he had just eaten at noon. But this was not enough, in the end it was already a mechanical physiological response.
No one knows how long it took before all this finally came to an end and returned to peace.
…
The next day was Monday, when Fucheng arrived at the COMAC laboratory, he heard an experimenter say: "Mr. Zhuo doesn't seem to be coming today."
Another asked, "What's going on?"
The experimenter replied: "I went to Mr. Wu's office this morning to hear about it. Mr. Zhuo had been busy with the CR939 project for two months before, and he didn't sleep well. He was very tired every day. Today he directly asked for leave and rested. One day. Gong Wu felt that it was time for him to rest."
"Teacher Zhuo is really hardworking. I've seen it before. He looks haggard."
As if he didn't hear anything, Fucheng continued to follow up the simulated flight experiment.
The next day, Zhuo Huan came.
When Chief Designer Wu saw him, he couldn't help but said, "Do you want to rest for two more days? I don't think one day's rest is enough for you. You'd better take a rest."
Zhuo Huan said indifferently: "No need. How about yesterday's wind tunnel test data?"
Fu Cheng just walked in, as if he didn't see him, Zhuo Huan continued to communicate with Wu Hui about the final experimental data.
Zhuo Huan: "Next Thursday's test flight, Fucheng, first simulate three times on the computer. Memorize all the data inflection points and action essentials."
Fu Cheng: "Okay."
In the process of manufacturing an aircraft, the designer is undoubtedly the most tiring. And the one who commands everything and guides everyone has no rest time.
It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when Fucheng left Maifei's factory, but he knew that these designers would have to work overtime until late at least.
After taking a taxi back to the urban area, Fucheng entered the community. He took out his key, opened the door, and bent over to change his shoes. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a pair of red high heels on the shoe rack beside him, and Fu Cheng was slightly stunned. In the next second, without him having to think about it, a shadow directly blocked his light.
Fu Cheng raised his head: "... sister?"
The short-haired woman in work clothes folded her arms around her chest, pursed her lips, and stared at Fucheng.
Fu Cheng stared at her blankly: "Why are you back?"
Fu Xiao looked at his brother in front of him. Summer's loose T-shirt made it almost impossible for her to tell whether this person was thin or fat, but she knew that her brother had lost weight, and lost a lot of weight.
Biting her lip, Fu Xiao was angry and sad, she suppressed her anger: "Why did you keep it from me?"
Fucheng was stunned.
Fu Xiao: "I'm asking you something! Fucheng, why did you relapse and still hide it from me?"
Understanding what the other party meant, Fu Cheng lowered his head and responded with silence.
Fu Xiao was very angry: "If Doctor Zhao hadn't found me and told me that you went to get medicine from him again, Fucheng, how long will you keep it from me? Look up at me! Fucheng, I'm asking you something!"
Fu Cheng still lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
Fu Xiao: "You have been like this since you were a child. You don't say anything! I have always regarded you as my own brother, and my parents have always regarded you as their own son. Fucheng, what are you doing? Why do you have to carry everything by yourself? !” She cried out in anger, reaching out to wipe her tears.
Hearing her crying, Fucheng hurried to get the paper and handed it over.
Fu Xiao wiped his tears and said, "Why, if there is something unhappy, you have promised to tell my sister. What are you doing without telling me, I am your relative."
With a hoarse voice, Fucheng said silently: "I'm sorry..."
Seeing him like this, Fu Xiao felt sad and angry, but more, he still felt distressed.
"Ah Cheng." He reached out and hugged his younger brother, Fu Xiao couldn't stop crying.
Fucheng hugged her silently: "...I'm sorry, there will be no next time."
Although I have always felt that I am very strong, I am a strong woman to the outside world, and I don't like to cry. But this time when he learned that Fucheng was ill again, Fu Xiao really couldn't help it. When Dr. Zhao called her, she had no time to go home, so she booked the nearest flight and flew back to China.
Seeing Fu Cheng tidying up the room with him, Fu Xiao wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, thinking of many things.
Fucheng is actually not her real brother, not even her cousin, they are just distant relatives with the same surname.
That year, she was only nine years old, and one day her parents brought a seven-year-old boy home and told her, "Xiaoxiao, this is your younger brother, and his name is Fucheng."
Fucheng was very good-looking when he was a child, and it was easy to like at first glance. Fu Xiao does not reject this younger brother, but this younger brother always likes to be alone. After finishing homework every day, I help the family with housework, and I never want to be idle. She is obedient and sensible, and her grades are good, so her parents often compare Fucheng with her and ask her to study hard.
It stands to reason that she should be angry that a stranger suddenly appeared to share her parents with her. But she really couldn't get angry, because Fucheng was too kind to her. Whatever is delicious, give it to her first. Someone bullied her, Fucheng was obviously shorter than her, but he wanted to stand in front of her.
Sometimes she felt that she was not her elder sister, but Fu Cheng's younger sister.
Later, when he was a little older, and heard about Fucheng from his parents, Fu Xiao finally understood why this younger brother never liked to talk about himself, and kept everything in his heart every time.
"Xiaoxiao, Xiaocheng's life is hard. His parents passed away early, and his grandparents are long gone. He doesn't have any particularly close relatives, only a cousin, a cousin, and he still refuses to have him. Be nice to him, he has been wronged a lot, don't bully him all the time."
Later, Fu Xiao thought that the reason why Fucheng kept refusing to tell them something was probably because he didn't want to bother them.
Just like five years ago, after my parents had an accident. She was the one who cried the saddest, she cried until her tears dried up, almost all the affairs behind her parents were handled by Fucheng alone. At that time, there were relatives who said behind their backs that Fucheng was indeed not his own, and that his parents were gone without being too sad.
Even she thought so.
Until two years ago, when the investigation team suddenly announced that it would no longer investigate the Rogge 318 crash, Fucheng suddenly fell ill.
Mental anorexia, can't eat anything, even vomits when drinking water. He couldn't bear it anymore, he became thinner day by day, so thin that he couldn't hide it no matter what, and was discovered by Fu Xiao. Only then did she know that her brother was very sad, but he didn't say anything, and carried it silently. Even after three years, even she came out, Fucheng still stayed there and never came out.
So she immediately helped Fucheng complete the retirement procedures, took him to find several doctors, and treated him for half a year before he was cured.
In the evening, after tidying up the house, Fu Xiao cooked porridge.
At the dining table, the siblings drank porridge together.
Carefully watching Fucheng take two sips of porridge, Fu Xiao was relieved: "What stage is it now, can I eat? How often do you vomit?"
Fu Cheng was silent, and put down the bowl: "Put it up once a day or two."
Fu Xiao's eyes widened: "It's already like this? Did you follow Dr. Zhao's instructions, chew seven times each time, and swallow by memory?"
"Have."
The anger that had already dissipated rolled up in my heart again. But looking at the handsome and well-behaved younger brother in front of him, Fu Xiao could only say: "Okay, it's not the worst time yet. I've already made an appointment with Dr. Zhao, and I'll see him tomorrow."
"Um… "
After a while, Fu Xiao asked softly: "Why did you get sick this time, Ah Cheng, can you tell my sister?"
After a long silence, Fucheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't want to say it, I should be a little sad."
"Yeah." I had already guessed that my younger brother would not speak, and Fu Xiao didn't force it. "
At night, Fu Xiao went back to his room to sleep after chatting with his younger brother for a while.
She didn't fall asleep, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling for a while, Fu Xiao took out her mobile phone, found a name from the address book, and made a call.
"Hey Captain Nie? Hello, hello, I'm Fu Xiao, do you remember me, I'm Fu Cheng's sister, we met two years ago..."
"Well, that's it. I want to ask if you know if there is something wrong with Rogge 318. For example, something has been found, but it has not been made public."
"No? Oh yes, thank you."
"It's nothing, but Ah Cheng is sick again. I'll ask him to ask for leave tomorrow and take him to have a look."
"Ah, it's all right, don't worry, I'm back, and I'll take him to see a doctor."
"You're going to the place where he works tomorrow, and you just drop by to ask for a leave of absence for him? How can you be so kind, thank you. Thank you for your care over the years, I really appreciate it..."
***
The next day, when Captain Nie came to the COMAC factory, he first went to the test pilot lounge. Talked to the two little guys for a while, and gave a spur. Then, Captain Nie came to the laboratory. Zhuo Huan was not there when he came, although it was enough to talk to Wu Hui or just find someone, but Captain Nie was more stubborn and still wanted to talk to Zhuo Huan.
After waiting for a few minutes, Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu entered the laboratory together.
Captain Nie walked over immediately: "You guys are here. Mr. Zhuohuan, your subordinate, Fucheng, has something to do today. I want to ask for a leave. Let me tell you."
Chief designer Wu helped the mirror frame, and said in surprise: "We already knew about this, Lao Nie, Xiao Fu called in the morning to ask for leave."
Captain Nie was taken aback: "Ah, he said it all by himself? Hey, I thought he didn't say that he would ask for leave to see a doctor."
Zhuo Huan paused slightly, and looked up from the experimental materials in his hand.