There are not many vehicles on the road, and the dense and lush camphor trees cover the sky and the sun, and the dim street lamps fall on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng went back for a walk.
The two walked side by side, and when they reached the gate of the community, they saw a white ticket stuck abruptly on the window of the Ferrari parked by the side of the road. After approaching, Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue lightly and tore off the ticket.
After getting in the car, Zhuo Huan pressed the window and looked up at the young man outside the car.
Fu Cheng stood beside the car, looking down at him. His elegant eyebrows against the warm light behind him outlined his handsome face, he looked at Zhuo Huan quietly, his eyes were calm and peaceful.
Zhuo Huan: "Shall I continue to ask for leave tomorrow?"
Fu Cheng: "My sister wants me to stay at home for a few more days."
"Oh." Zhuo Huan paused, "I know some good doctors in America."
"It's okay, it's not serious."
Zhuo Huan glanced at his thin wrist, the fingers seemed to still have the touch of the high bulging wrist bone when he pulled this wrist just now. "Fucheng." He stretched out his hand.
Fu Cheng was slightly taken aback.
In the carriage, the man leaned against the window, looked up at him seriously, and stretched out his hand towards him.
Fu Cheng stretched out his hand to hold his.
Zhuohuan: "Low your head a little."
Fu Cheng lowered his head, as if he had foreseen it long ago, when the man raised his head to kiss him, Fu Cheng opened his lips and kissed back gently. This kiss is ambiguous and entangled, but it is also very short. After parting his lips, Zhuo Huan held his hand, looking down at the slightly open neckline of the T-shirt, but Fu Cheng had already stood up straight and let go of his hand.
"Go to COMAC the day after tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Fu Cheng nodded, he didn't want to ask for three days off in a row, "I'll go the day after tomorrow."
The two spoke a few more words, Zhuo Huan closed the car window, stepped on the gas pedal and left. When he left, Fucheng saw him lighting a cigarette in the car. Without turning around and leaving immediately, Fu Cheng stood where he was, watching the car gradually drive away. The street lights and neon signs on both sides of the road dazzled his eyes a little bit.
He couldn't distinguish the feeling in his heart, hesitant and at a loss, he walked all the way home.
When I got home, as soon as I opened the door, I heard the sound of splashing water from the bathroom. I didn't expect Fu Xiao to be taking a bath.
Fu Cheng returned to his room, he buried his face deeply in his palm. Suddenly, I heard the phone ticking, and I took it over to have a look.
[Zhuo Huan: Did you ever say you like me?]
Time stopped suddenly.
The next moment, the word "Zhuohuan" flashed on the phone screen, and Fu Cheng subconsciously pressed the answer button. The man's deep voice came through the current, and he was a little surprised at first: "So fast?"
Answer the phone so quickly
Fu Cheng: "I just picked up the phone."
Zhuo Huan said flatly: "Oh." Just by hearing the voice, one could imagine him smoking a cigarette, with a calm expression on his face, "Have you seen my news?"
"..."
"Since when did you start liking me?"
Fucheng didn't react immediately: "Did I say I like you?"
Zhuohuan: "Do you think I'm blind?"
"..."
After a few seconds, just as Zhuo Huan was about to speak again, Fu Cheng's voice sounded: "Mr. Zhuo, I remember that you seem to be nearsighted."
"what?"
"You wear glasses, you often see them at work."
"Yes, what?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I'm not nearsighted."
Civil aviation pilots can be short-sighted, but air force pilots are definitely not short-sighted, and all of them have excellent eyesight.
Zhuohuan: "What?"
Fucheng's voice was calm: "So if you have to say it, your eyes may really not be very good."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Hold.
Zhuo Huan asked him: "Tsk, you dare to make fun of me?"
Only after being reminded did he realize that he seemed to be in a much happier mood, Fu Cheng slowly suppressed the smile on his face, and said calmly, "No."
Zhuo Huan gave a meaningful oh, and was about to speak when Fu Cheng suddenly said quickly: "My sister is here, hang up first."
"...?"
The next second, there was a beeping busy tone on the phone. Uncle Zhuo, who had just returned home, glanced at the darkened phone screen, and after a while, he said "Huh?" in disbelief.
Fucheng hung up his phone!
For the first time in his life, someone hung up on the phone!
It stands to reason that this time should call back. It doesn't matter if he is a sister or not. But Zhuohuan looked at the phone, snorted coldly, threw the phone on the sofa, changed his clothes, and went into the bathroom.
On the other side, when Fu Cheng heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, he immediately hung up Zhuo Huan's phone. Not long after, Fu Xiao knocked on the door.
After opening the door, Fu Xiao wiped his hair: "Ah Cheng, the meal is in the kitchen, do you want to eat?"
Fu Cheng nodded: "Well, I'll eat later."
Fu Cheng put the dishes in the kitchen into the Weibo stove to heat up. When he sat at the dining table and started eating, Fu Xiao also finished blowing his hair. She walked to the dining table and pulled up a chair to sit down. She seemed to lower her head and play with her mobile phone, but she was actually supervising Fucheng's meal.
Fu Xiao: "After eating, don't forget to take your medicine."
Fu Cheng: "...Okay."
After finishing a bowl of porridge and taking the medicine, Fu Cheng cleaned up the dishes on the table, only to see Fu Xiao suddenly said without raising his eyes while looking at his mobile phone: "That friend of yours just now seems familiar. "
The hands that cleaned up the chopsticks paused, Fu Cheng looked up at her.
As if just saying it casually, Fu Xiao raised his eyes from the phone: "Have I seen him?"
After a moment of silence, Fu Cheng: "Well, he is Zhuo Huan. Sister, do you still remember?"
"The investigation leader of Rogge 318?"
"right."
"It really is him."
Immediately after the Rogge 318 air crash happened five years ago, Zhuo Huan joined the investigation team. At that time, he was not the person in charge of the investigation team. At that time, the families of the victims were still immersed in grief and had no mood to take care of the accident investigation. But later, slowly, they paid close attention to the follow-up of the air crash every minute and every second, and got to know Zhuo Huan who was in charge of the accident investigation.
Fu Xiao still remembers that NTSB held a press conference two years ago. At that time, she was on a business trip in Australia, and she couldn't spare time, so she let Fucheng go to the scene alone.
No one knew at the time that this press conference was to announce that Rogge 318 would no longer be salvaged and the investigation would be stopped.
Knowing this incident afterwards, Fu Xiao was shocked and painful, and before he had time to be more sad, he received news from the army that Fucheng had fallen ill.
Fu Xiao: "Two years ago, the NTSB announced that it would no longer salvage the wreckage of the plane. He was the spokesperson."
Fu Cheng asked in surprise: "Do you still remember?"
Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Why don't you remember. Don't you hate him very much, Ah Cheng."
After a long silence, Fucheng asked back: "Is there?"
Fu Xiao: "Why not. In the past, every time I was sad and suffering, you would comfort me and say that there was a very powerful person who was investigating the air crash of my parents. If it was him, I would definitely be able to find out. But that time After the press conference, you never mentioned that person's name to me again. Isn't that person Zhuo Huan."
Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Fucheng looked at his sister, countless images flashed in his mind.
Finally, he sat down: "Yes, I was really disappointed with him at that time. In fact, I know it was not his problem. The abandonment of salvage was definitely not decided by him alone. It was the decision of the US government, airlines, and aircraft manufacturers It was a decision that was made together with Shang, and in fact, intellectually speaking, it was really too difficult to salvage Rogue 318."
Things have been going on for so long, people always have to continue to live, Fu Xiao also looked away. Unlike the air crash that was almost impossible to mention five years ago, although she is uncomfortable now, she can say: "Well, but knowing and understanding are the same thing, I really don't want to just give up like that, and don't care about it anymore."
Seeing her sister's sad and helpless expression, Fu Cheng said: "Sister, there may still be a chance."
"what?"
"Teacher Zhuo...it's Zhuo Huan, he's still fishing for Rogge 318."
Fu Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment, and his lips parted slightly.
Fu Cheng clenched his fingers: "Actually, he has never ignored it, he has always cared about the air crash. Therefore, he has been spending money in private to salvage it."
One night, Fu Xiao listened to his younger brother talking about what happened in the past year.
Only then did she know that apart from them, the families of the victims, there were still people who had never given up on Rogge 318.
She listened to Fu Cheng whispering that she was transferred to UAAG a year ago, and worked with Zhuo Huan and others to investigate various air crashes, and then she knew that Zhuo Huan had never given up on Rogge 318, and even in order to salvage the plane, he Almost broke.
Looking at his younger brother's gentle and calm face, Fu Xiao's heart skipped a beat, as if she realized something.
Fu Xiao: "Ah Cheng, I thought you hated this Zhuo Huan very much."
The voice stopped, and after a long time, Fucheng replied: "Yes. Because I had too much expectation and trust in him, I was a little sad when Mr. Zhuo suddenly announced that he would no longer salvage Rogge 318. Reason told me this It had nothing to do with him, but I just couldn't help blaming him. But then I realized that I misunderstood Mr. Zhuo, and he is more respectable than I imagined."
Looking at Fu Cheng fixedly, after a while, Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Ah Cheng, you seem to like him very much."
Fu Cheng was stunned, and after a few seconds, he stood up: "Sister, I'm going to wash the dishes."
"it is good."
While washing the dishes, Fucheng closed his eyes, and two years ago appeared in front of his eyes.
Holding the admission card of the families of the victims, he stood at the end of the crowd.
The camera clicked, and the flash illuminated the conference hall like daylight. His heart was hanging in his throat, his heart was beating thumping, and his chest was shaking with panic.
Every family member of the victims who came to the press conference realized that three years later, what must happen at the NTSB press conference.
It is also doomed what will happen.
Then, the man's icy, almost cruel voice was transmitted through the speakers to the ears of everyone present.
"I declare that on June 13, 2019, the accident of Log Air Flight 318 will stop all investigations."
Breathing stopped at that moment.
There were cries and shouts in the venue.
The blood froze, and the bitterly cold disappointment and disbelief made Fucheng fall into an ice cellar. He couldn't hear any voice in his mind anymore, he tried his best to break through the crowd, wanted to see that person with his own eyes, and wanted to verify that it wasn't that person who said he would give up the investigation. However, when he exhausted all his strength and finally passed through the crowd to see the man for the first time, he stopped.
This was the first time he was so close, looking at Zhuo Huan.
The cold and indifferent eyes glanced at him casually, without stopping for a second. Zhuo Huan's eyes were full of irritability and impatience. The noisy environment and the reporters' barrage of questions made his slender eyebrows frown into a tight ball. Inserting his fingers into his short hair, Zhuo Huan finally patted the table and stood up. He tore off the ID of the investigation team hanging around his neck, smashed it on the table, and strode away.
When he left, he happened to pass by Fucheng.
Fu Cheng raised his head slowly, watching the man enduring the irritability and hostility in his eyes, approaching step by step, and then walking away step by step.
Then, the NTSB spokesperson stood up and said: "The investigation has been terminated. From this moment on, all investigators have withdrawn from the Rogge 318 investigation team, including Mr. Patrick, the head of the investigation team. You can ask me any questions."
It's like knowing that you shouldn't doubt the teacher, but he can't help it. He is a disgusting and dark person. He has viciously suspected more than once that the teacher kidnapped the plane and committed suicide.
Just like knowing that Zhuo Huan should not be responsible for this air crash, he was not the cause of the air crash.
But, that was Zhuo Huan.
Why, Zhuo Huan
I once propped up all my hopes on this person, and every time I broke down in despair for the past three years, I would think of this person's name in my heart, and then live with courage. He piled endless hope into a tower, and the broken ruins in his heart were the cornerstones of the tower, supporting him to survive these 1095 days.
At that moment, hope was poured into a sharp and cold sword, piercing his heart, leaving him bloody and shattered.
Faith completely collapsed.
Closing his eyes, Fucheng took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he turned off the faucet.
Dr. Zhao told him to go to a psychiatrist. He needed medicine for his heart disease. Only when he got out of the air crash completely could he be cured. But in fact, there is no need to find a psychiatrist. He always knows what he is guilty of and what he is avoiding.
"Acheng."
Fu Cheng turned around and saw Fu Xiao standing by the kitchen door, asking him: "Why is the network at home broken, can you fix it?"
Fucheng wiped his hands clean: "The internet is down? I'll go and have a look."
Life has to go on, and he has more reasons to live.
***
After recuperating at home for two days, Fucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after getting permission from his sister, and took a taxi to the COMAC factory.
There are only three days left before the sixth test flight. After returning to COMAC, Fucheng immediately kept up with the progress of the laboratory and learned about the latest data changes of aircraft parts.
When eating at noon, Fucheng brought his own lunch box. The familiar experimenter saw him and asked him in surprise, "Major Fu, did you cook the food yourself?"
Fu Cheng glanced at the bento on the table and said with a smile, "No, my sister made it."
Experimenter: "Wow, your sister is amazing, so rich."
After saying a few more words, a few experimenters went to cook food. Fucheng lowered his head and ate the nutritionally balanced meals in the lunch box. Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of him. He was slightly stunned. Picked up a chicken nugget from his lunchbox.
Zhuo Huan chewed it twice, raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks good, but it doesn't taste very good."
Fucheng: "..."
When Zhuo Huan was about to reach out to steal the food again, Fu Cheng took the lunch box aside, making Zhuo Huan's hand freeze in mid-air.
Zhuo Huan: "Why, I will only eat two bites, and you are not allowed to eat?"
Fu Cheng looked up at him, and said word by word: "No."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Laughing from his nasal cavity, Zhuo Huan: "I am in your heart, not as important as your sister's cooking?"
Fucheng was really angry this time, so he ignored him, bowed his head and continued to eat.
Zhuohuan: "Are you really angry?"
Fucheng still lowered his head.
Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, it's really not very good. I cook much better than this."
Fu Cheng raised his head: "...?"
"You do not believe?"
"Do not believe."
Zhuo Huan sneered: "Wow, you come to my house on weekends, and let you see if your sister's cooking is not delicious." Then, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand to get the vegetables in Fucheng's lunch box, and Fucheng again Avoid with a lunch box.
Zhuohuan: "..."
"Fuck, all of you are mine, what's wrong with me eating your food?"
Fucheng looked at him, and said lightly: "People can be yours, but food is still not allowed."
Zhuo Huan was laughed angrily at him, got up and was about to leave, but suddenly realized what Fu Cheng's words meant, he sat back down again. With his chin propped on one hand, he looked at the young man across the table, and asked casually, "Since when did you start liking me, Fucheng?"
Fucheng ignored him.
Seeing his appearance, Zhuo Huan smiled lightly, and didn't bother to tease him anymore, he opened his mouth directly: "I'm hungry."
Fu Cheng looked up at him, and gave him a piece of shredded potato.
Zhuohuan: "...fuck."
Uncle Zhuo really slapped the table and left.
But this time he left not only because of Qi Fucheng, but also because something happened in the laboratory, and he needed to go back and have a look. When returning to the laboratory, Fucheng thought about it, and went to the dining bar to buy a sandwich.
The automatic sensor door opened before his eyes, and after returning to the laboratory, Fu Cheng saw Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu standing in front of a whiteboard from a distance, and the two loudly refuted each other's views as if they were arguing. In the middle of speaking, Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, directly picked up the marker pen from the table, quickly drew a model of the upper surface of the wing on the whiteboard, and then filled it with formulas smoothly.
Fu Cheng walked over and put the hot sandwich on the table.
Zhuo Huan glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to discuss the improvement of the new airfoil with Wu Hui.
"If you want to change it like this, the ultimate load factor of the aircraft is definitely not enough. The design dive equivalent airspeed Vd must be equal to or greater than 130% of the design cruising equivalent airspeed Vc..."
Time passed day by day, and soon entered September.
The sixth test flight of COMAC was very successful, but the flight data that satisfied the designer team was still not obtained.
A few days later, Fu Xiao was going back to England.
At Shencheng Airport, Fu Xiao looked at his younger brother and sighed helplessly: "Your birthday will be in a few days. I originally wanted to stay in China to accompany you after your birthday, but there is something wrong with the company. Ah Cheng, we After you leave, you have to eat well, you know, you can eat well when I am not allowed, and you will make trouble again as soon as I leave."
"..." Fucheng said dumbfoundedly, "I didn't make trouble."
Fu Xiao blamed him: "You just don't know how to make trouble. From childhood to adulthood, when can you learn from others and make more trouble. Also, if you encounter any unhappy things in the future, you are not allowed to hold back by yourself. You must tell me, you know?"
Fu Cheng: "Understood."
"real?"
"real."
"I don't believe you." Fu Xiao sneered, "It's just you, from childhood to adulthood, you never told me or your parents about anything, even if you had to pay tuition fees in high school, you still went to work by yourself instead of asking your family for money. You said you couldn't do anything."
Fucheng said speechlessly: "Sister, why do you still remember this kind of thing!"
Fu Xiao: "How can I not remember. Let me tell you, if you don't tell me next time you get sick again, Fucheng, you will be finished. I will sever the sibling relationship with you."
Fu Cheng: "No, there will definitely not be a next time."
"I'm serious."
Slightly taken aback, Fucheng looked down at his sister.
Under the bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, a woman with short hair stared at him seriously, and said word by word: "If you dare to do this again, Fucheng, I won't be your younger brother."
After a long time, Fucheng: "Okay."
Accompanied Fu Xiao to go through the check-in procedures and check in the luggage.
She was about to be sent to the security check, after the siblings said goodbye, Fu Xiao turned and walked towards the security check.
"sister."
Fu Xiao stopped and looked back at his younger brother.
Fu Cheng looked at her quietly, for a long time, he said: "Actually, my parents didn't want to take flight 318 at first, they heard that my teacher was the captain of that plane, so they decided to change the flight."
Fu Xiao was stunned when she heard this, and then she showed a strange expression: "Huh? You have a terrible expression on your face, I thought you were going to tell me why you got sick this time, but you just said this?"
Fucheng looked at her in astonishment.
Fu Xiao: "I've known it for a long time. My parents told me after changing the flight. You don't think I don't know, do you?"
All the nervousness and guilt disappeared, and Fu Cheng stared blankly at his sister.
Fu Xiao thought for a while: "No, you don't think I don't know, and then hide it from me, dare not tell me, blame yourself alone?"
Fucheng: "..."
Fu Xiao: "When will you be able to correct this problem, you are really going to piss me off..."
"sister."
A warm hug made Fu Xiao choke in her throat when she complained and blamed, she stretched out her hand and patted Fu Cheng's back.
Fu Cheng: "Thank you."
***
After sending Fu Xiao away, Fu Cheng returned home.
After changing his shoes, he was about to go back to the bedroom to charge his phone. When he walked through the restaurant, he suddenly stopped and turned to look.
I saw a small and exquisite gift box in the center of the clean dining table. There is a card under the gift box. After opening it, there are Fu Xiao's words.
"Happy birthday to my dearest brother the day after tomorrow in advance.
Eat more!
If you come back next time, if you don't have 140 pounds, you will be finished!
Fu Xiao. 9.5. 』
Fucheng: "..."
He has never reached 140 catties, not even when he was the fattest!
Unpacking the gift, it was a Montblanc pen from the “Little Prince & Pilot” series in the gift box. Taking out this pen, Fucheng looked at it, and remembered that when the school held calligraphy practice classes in elementary school, the teacher asked everyone to buy pens. He asked Fu Xiao if he had any old pens that he had used. Fu Xiao didn't think too much about it, so he gave him an old pen.
At that time, his parents were not in business yet, and the family was not very rich, so he really didn't want to spend money recklessly. Later, when his parents found out about this, they bought him a new pen and blamed Fu Xiao, who had been angry with him for a long time. She didn't calm down until Fucheng secretly gave her his snacks for two weeks.
He took out his phone, took a photo with the pen, and sent it.
[Fucheng: I like it very much, thank you sister. [picture]]
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng first liked me!
Fu Chengcheng: ... I don't think so.
[Looking at my mother together]
Fuwa: To be honest, it's hard to separate the two of you. Fu Chengcheng must have admired Anxi early in the morning, but admiration is not love, Mr. Zhuo! As for who you fall in love with first, it's hard to say~