In the morning, I asked for leave to see off Fu Xiao at the airport. In the afternoon, Fu Cheng returned to the COMAC factory and continued to work.
The design of COMAC CR939 has reached the most critical stage. In the past week, everyone has been busy in the laboratory. It is said that Chief Designer Wu has not been home for five days. After returning to COMAC, Fucheng went directly to the test pilot lounge, where both Du Sen and Zhou Jin were there.
When Du Sen saw him, he was surprised and said: "Brother, why don't you rest for half a day, just ask for half a day off?"
Fu Cheng shook his head: "I've been too busy recently, and I'm going to test the flight in three days, so hurry up." After a pause, he looked around and asked Du Sen: "Where is the leader?"
Du Sen: "The team leader went out just now, and he has something to talk to Chief Designer Wu. He said that if you come, you can go to the rest area on the third floor to find him."
"it is good."
Fucheng quickly took the elevator to the third floor.
The transparent panoramic elevator kept going up, and Fucheng's face was reflected on the glass. After reaching the third floor, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Fucheng saw Captain Nie and Chief Designer Wu from a distance. The two stood outside the balcony, facing the roaring ocean in the distance. They stood side by side with serious expressions, as if they were discussing something in a low voice.
A few minutes later, Wu Hui left first.
Nie Xiang frowned and looked at the sea surface for a long time. He turned his head, saw Fu Cheng, and waved to him.
Fucheng walked over.
Commander Nie: "Two days ago, that kid Zhao Jiuchen became a flight instructor and taught a group of recruits."
Fu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and a dark-skinned, young and smiling face instantly appeared in his mind. He asked, "Why did Captain Zhao suddenly become an instructor? He's only twenty-nine."
Captain Nie glanced at him and said calmly: "Three months ago, he was injured on a mission. It wasn't a serious injury, but it affected his eyesight. He couldn't stay on the aircraft carrier anymore, so he went to teach those recruits."
Fucheng was speechless.
Commander Nie: "The days are getting better and better. In the first few years, there were fewer soldiers, fewer aircraft, and less everything. Now we have more and more, but good pilots will always be the most lacking." He said Looking at Fucheng deeply, the meaning in his eyes is self-evident.
Fu Cheng suddenly didn't know what to say.
Captain Nie changed the subject: "Old Wu told me just now that CR939 should work this time."
Fu Cheng: "The laboratory has been very busy recently, and the several laboratory data obtained this time are all very good."
"How is your relationship with Zhuohuan?"
"Teacher Zhuo?" Fu Cheng turned to Captain Nie in surprise.
Captain Nie frowned, perhaps because he has liked to frown for many years, and there was a deep crack between his brows: "Well, you have been at UAAG for a year, how is your relationship with him?"
Fu Cheng: "...not bad."
Captain Nie: "Commacco wants him."
Fucheng looked up at him.
Head Nie said firmly: "It's not just COMAC, the country also wants him. Lao Wu mentioned it to him a few times, but he still wasn't sure, so he came back to do things. The country wants to do something on civil aviation airliners. We have already lagged behind the West by almost a hundred years, and if we don’t do it, it will be too late. Besides, there is a shortage of talents in Shenfei and Chengfei.” He looked at Fucheng and said word by word: “Very scarce, Very short."
Fu Cheng: "Why did Teacher Zhuo refuse?"
When Captain Nie mentioned this, he became angry: "It's fine if he refuses! He just doesn't refuse now, and he doesn't agree!"
Fucheng: "..."
Head Nie: "What's wrong with this? If you have something to say, you can't just say it. Why is he dissatisfied? It's because our country's aircraft manufacturing level is not as good as that of the West. Yes, it's really not as good as it is, but this is better. Why do we need him? But we are wholeheartedly going to build airplanes! This time COMAC also showed him our sincerity, what else does he want, eat too many Western hamburgers, and don’t like our rice? "
Fu Cheng: "Teacher Zhuo is not this kind of person."
Captain Nie: "Go help and find out what he wants!"
"… it is good."
Fucheng didn't expect that Captain Nie took the time to come to COMAC again this time, and actually asked him to talk about this matter. However, Fucheng was completely clueless about this matter.
He remembered that half a year ago, UAAG had just settled the Perfect Air 4012 case in Boston, and when they returned home, they took Lina's father's private jet. On the plane, Mr. Comte directly stated that he hoped that Zhuohuan would return to Maifei. At that time, Zhuo Huan directly refused.
In other words, they were in Los Angeles four months ago, and Mr. Tor Reina, the chief designer of Mai Fei and Zhuo Huan's teacher, also talked about it, but Zhuo Huan still had no plans to go back.
It was like a train running non-stop, Zhuo Huan stopped suddenly, without any reason, without any reason.
He left the world of aircraft design, he investigated air crashes, he accepted commissions from McFly and COMAC, but he never made planes by himself.
Sending off Captain Nie, looking at the back of Captain Nie, Fu Cheng's lips moved, and he didn't tell the other party about Mai Fei's invitation to Zhuo Huan.
Perhaps Captain Nie also knew that Mai Fei must have continued to invite Zhuo Huan, hoping that he would go back again. But in this world, no one knows why Zhuo Huan left. Two years ago, what made him suddenly resign from the position of the chief designer of Maifei and leave this giant in the aircraft manufacturing industry. And what made him set up UAAG a year later to investigate air crashes.
Fu Cheng walked back to the lounge.
He looked down at the phone, and clicked on the chat page with Zhuo Huan. His finger stayed on the input key for a long time, but he didn't know what to say, so he just kept watching quietly.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
Focusing on the flickering cursor in the input box, Fu Cheng pondered for a long time, and was about to type, when someone pulled his hair lightly. He was slightly startled, turned around, and saw the glass door of the smoking room opened, Zhuo Huan was leaning against the door, with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him. His hands were still raised in the air, making no secret of the fact that he had just pulled Fu Cheng's hair.
Zhuo Huan: "You look so seriously, you don't even see me."
The smoking room is a fully transparent glass room, but Fu Cheng didn't notice Zhuo Huan all the way.
Fu Cheng: "No." He put the phone back in his pocket and walked into the smoking room.
The glass door was unobstructed and closed automatically.
Fu Cheng: "Is there any smoke?"
Zhuohuan looked at him, smiled softly, took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and handed it over. Fu Cheng bit his cigarette with his mouth, he searched around, and found a lighter on the table in the room. After lighting their cigarettes, the two leaned against the metal railing next to the window.
Zhuo Huan: "Abstain from work in the morning?"
Fu Cheng: "Send it to my sister."
"Oh, your sister is gone."
After thinking about it, Fucheng looked up at him: "Mr. Zhuo, my sister knows you."
Zhuo Huan didn't react: "What?"
Fucheng: "Rogge 318 crash, she is a family member of the victims, so she knows you."
"… Oh."
"I told her that you have been salvaging the plane at your own expense since then."
"Um?"
"She appreciates you too."
Zhuo Huan's hand holding the cigarette trembled on the glass ashtray, he exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and turned to look at Fu Cheng: "Yeah?"
After a moment of silence, Fucheng said, "I am also very grateful to you."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "Then I like it."
Fu Cheng paused, and he looked up at the man in front of him. Looking at each other, Zhuo Huan took away the cigarette that Fu Cheng was smoking with one hand, then lowered his head and kissed him. After the bitter and strong smell of smoke is doubled, it recoils from the mouth to the nasal cavity, making people's eyes moist and hot. They closed their eyes, leaned against the metal railing, and kissed the person in front of them wholeheartedly.
After the kiss was over, Zhuo Huan looked down at him, took a puff of cigarette, and said with a faint smile, "Don't tell me?"
Fucheng panted slightly, but didn't make a sound.
Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I know without telling you, you have liked me for a long time..."
"like you."
The voice stopped abruptly, Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes, and saw the young man raised his head, his lips were wet with saliva, he looked at himself calmly, and said again quietly and gently: "I like it." you."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Hold."
Lowering his head to seal the young man's lips, Fu Cheng stretched out his arms to hug his waist, Zhuo Huan pressed him against the edge of the metal railing, and kissed him vigorously. Between lips, tongue, nose and mouth, the whole world smells like this person. In the spacious and empty smoking room, only the deep and yellow twilight of the setting sun and the sound of ambiguous water clicks sounded.
Immediately, he had the urge to hold the person in his arms and fuck him, but Zhuohuan gritted his teeth and held back.
Zhuo Huan was furious, and the villain first complained: "How did you learn to seduce people like this?"
Fucheng has long been used to this person's behavior, he wiped the saliva from his lips, and asked calmly, "I'm a straight man, don't you know, Mr. Zhuo?"
"what?"
"It's you who just want to go to bed all day, does it have anything to do with me?"
"..."
Zhuohuan pinched his chin, and said viciously: "Fucheng, have you noticed that you are very good at talking back to me now. You were not like this before, you were so obedient before. Tsk, you were just pretending before?"
The extremely close distance allowed Fucheng to see the light-colored, loose iris lines in the man's eyes clearly. He looked at himself viciously, and his tone was very displeased, but Fucheng's heart was very peaceful. Something invisible bloomed in his heart, and he heard himself say: "Now I will not only talk back to you, but also kiss your mouth."
Zhuo Huan froze for a moment.
The next moment, Fu Cheng raised his head and kissed her.
…
After smoking, the two walked out of the smoking room together.
It was rare for Zhuo Huan to be in a good mood. He had been working overtime and without rest for a week, which made his whole body filled with low air pressure. Now he is in a much better mood, and the eyebrows that have been frowning are also relaxed. Before entering the laboratory, he called to Fucheng: "Your birthday is the day after tomorrow?"
Fucheng stopped and looked at him: "Yes."
Zhuohuan: "Oh, go to my house."
Fu Cheng: "...huh?"
"Happy birthday to you."
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Zhuo Anxi: ... Fucheng is getting more and more fucking good, day!