Under the scorching sun, the black Ferrari drove at an extremely fast speed along the long and narrow coastline.
After arriving at the parking lot of the commercial airport, Fu Cheng got out of the car. Today is the most important flight test, and both have their own tasks. After getting off the car, they looked at each other, Fu Cheng walked towards the pilot waiting room, and Zhuo Huan walked towards the airport control tower.
The scorching hot sun hangs high overhead, a blue and white plane parked quietly at the gate, and dozens of ground crews and experimenters are making final checks on it. They were covered in sweat, but they were still conscientious and did not dare to relax.
In the towering tower of the airport, Zhuo Huan came to the command room, where many people were already waiting.
After the final data handover and confirmation with everyone, Zhuo Huan walked to the 360° panoramic French windows. He leaned down to look, and saw a young pilot in black uniform walking out of the airway building slowly. As if there was a tacit understanding, Fucheng raised his head and looked towards the tower.
During the long distance of 500 meters, the two stared at each other silently for a few seconds.
Fu Cheng retracted his gaze, he walked towards the fuel tank and began to check the plane.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
After a long time, the ground crew withdrew from the boarding ladder placed next to the exit of the cabin, and the door of the plane closed slowly. In the dimly lit cockpit, in the boundless darkness, all the switches that were lit turned into stars all over the sky. And in this galaxy, Fucheng lowered his head slightly, holding the safety inspection manual in one hand, while inspecting it meticulously.
After finishing all the pre-check work, Fu Cheng put down the safety manual and turned on the radio communication system.
"Commercial Aircraft CR939, confirm that the work is completed, and request to take off."
The young man's voice was steady and calm. When it sounded on the radio at the airport tower, all the nervous people involuntarily calmed down.
Zhuo Huan looked at the plane in the distance, and pressed the call button: "Allowed to take off."
Like a vigorous seagull flying in the waves, the white plane kept accelerating and accelerating on the runway, and finally jumped up, uttering a brisk groan, and flew into the blue sky.
On the other side, Fucheng piloted the plane and started the formal test flight; on this side, the work of the commercial aircraft experimenters really started.
"Confirm takeoff wing load data."
"Wto/S, 163.9."
"Takeoff thrust load."
"Fto/Wg, 0.279. Confirm real-time dimensionless acceleration..."
Countless data converged into a blue data flow, which was calculated and operated crazily in more than a dozen computers.
At an altitude of 20,000 feet, Fucheng made a smooth flight first. After he stabilized the normal state of the plane, Zhuo Huan's cold and calm voice came from the earphone: "COMAC CR939, do you need real-time follow-up data and flight action guidance for you?"
Listening to the familiar voice, the hand holding the rudder tightened slightly.
Fucheng raised the corners of his lips, and in the blue sky and white clouds, he showed a confident smile: "Commac CR939, no need."
The next moment, it was a beautiful side flight turn.
In the airport control tower, Zhuo Huan looked at the small light spot on the radar map that symbolized the position of the plane, raised his brows slightly, and smiled softly.
All the movements are crisp and neat, there is no second time, and there is no need for a second time.
After an hour of circling over the East China Sea, the plane returned.
Seeing the airport runway from a distance, Fucheng aimed the nose at the center of the runway. The altitude was getting lower and lower, and after a barely audible hum, the aviation tires rubbed violently against the runway ground. Slowly, its speed decreased, and then, it stabilized its posture and slowly drove towards the direction of the channel building.
At this moment, hundreds of experimenters cheered enthusiastically in the airport control tower.
Chief designer Wu took off his glasses, and he rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly, feeling a little sour in his heart, but moreover, he was full of emotion.
At this moment, Fucheng still doesn't know whether the control tower has obtained the data they want, but there is no doubt that Zhuo Huan never asked him to repeat the action a second time, which means that his flight is There was nothing wrong, and the data he got after the flight was also correct.
After checking all checklists, open the hatch.
The ground crew rushed forward, and after Fucheng finished filling in the information, he took off his hat and put it between his arms. Suddenly, a deep and powerful male voice came from behind: "Fucheng!"
Fucheng turned his head and saw Commander Nie, he immediately put his legs together and gave a military salute: "Commander!"
Captain Nie stepped forward and looked at him steadily. After a long time, he smiled and hugged this young and outstanding pilot.
"Very well done!" Without hesitation in his encouragement and praise, Commander Nie patted Fucheng on the back and said from the bottom of his heart: "You are my best soldier!"
***
After the flight test mission, everyone was busy all day.
Before today, the designers of COMAC had worked overtime for two weeks. During meals and breaks, these young aviation people have said countless times that as long as the test flight is successful, they must go home and rest. However, when they got the data they needed, no one mentioned the holiday.
As if he had been injected with chicken blood, he had infinite motivation. They are madly devoted to the cause they love.
The gem reborn from countless failures has already emitted a gleam of brilliance. They can't wait, they can't wait to dig it out, hold it in the palm of their hand, and take good care of it.
However, the work of Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng came to an end.
After all, UAAG just took over the tasks entrusted by COMAC to help them design and develop new models. Now the most core step has been successful, and the next step is huge data calculation and improvement and refinement again and again.
Wu Hui and Captain Nie personally sent Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng away.
The two looked at Zhuo Huan, hesitant to speak, and in the end, thousands of words were reduced to one sentence: "I am extremely proud and proud that Hua has a talent like you! Thank you!"
Zhuo Huan looked up at Wu Hui and Captain Nie, reached out and shook hands with them.
Facing the sunset, the black Ferrari headed west.
Not long after the two left, Fucheng received a text message from Lina.
[Lina: Are you back in the city?]
Fu Cheng was a little surprised, and replied: [Yes, how did you know, Lina?]
[Lina: Because I just received a call from COMAC, which is a huge amount. Fu, although I was a little caught off guard when you suddenly ended this secret mission, I managed to book a restaurant as a celebration. Also as congratulations on yesterday's birthday, belated party.]
[Lina: I will send you the address.]
Soon, Fucheng received the restaurant address from Lina. That place was near Zhuo Huan's house, it was a French restaurant by the Bund.
Fucheng: "Lina asked us to go here."
Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at the cell phone in Fu Cheng's hand, he frowned: "Why?"
Fu Cheng: "It's to celebrate our completion of the task, and at the same time make up for my birthday yesterday."
"When did they return to Shencheng?"
"yesterday."
Zhuo Huan gave a soft "Oh": "You start the navigation."
Fucheng: "Mr. Zhuo, I have lived in Shanghai for twenty-seven years."
"So?"
"Do I still need to turn on the navigation?"
Under Fu Cheng's guidance, the two came to the French restaurant an hour later.
The waiter led them to the box that Lina had booked in advance. When they came to the door of the box, the waiter stopped, turned slightly sideways, and opened the door for them.
Fucheng didn't think too much, and walked forward, not noticing that Uncle Zhuo sneered, and took half a step back calmly.
In the next second, there was only a "bang".
"Happy birthday!"
Ribbons and salutes fell from the sky and landed on Fucheng. Su Fei, old Joseph and Lina cheered and fired the salute together, watching Fucheng being covered in colorful tapes. But soon, Su Fei realized something was wrong: "Where is RIP, why is RIP missing?"
A contemptuous snort sounded, Uncle Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, chewing gum in his mouth, casually walked into the box, pulled a chair and sat down.
Zhuohuan: "Think of me as stupid."
Su Fei: "..."
Lina blinked helplessly: "Reid, can't you cooperate and feel our enthusiastic salute?"
Zhuohuan: "Oh, no."
Lina spread her hands and explained to her companion: "He has been like this since he was a child. No matter how pranks are played on him, he can always know in advance and avoid them. Even if it is a good joke, such as celebrating his birthday, he will not be fooled."
Old Joseph shook his head: "Reid, a child who is too smart cannot have a good childhood."
Zhuo Huan snorted, not bothering to talk to them at all.
Fucheng pulled away the colored ribbon that was falling on his body, and threw it into the trash can. He was about to find a seat to sit down, Zhuo Huan opened the chair beside him without looking up while looking at the menu. Fu Cheng paused, walked over and sat down.
Soon, the dishes were served on the table.
Holding the drink menu in his hand, Old Joseph asked with a smile, "Lina, is this meal at UAAG's account tonight?"
Lina smiled and said, "Yes."
Old Joseph cheered, then looked carefully at Zhuo Huan: "Dear Reid, can I order a bottle of Petus."
Zhuo Huan asked lazily: "Do you want Betus?"
Old Joseph didn't realize it for a moment: "Isn't it possible? Then Lafite can do it too."
Zhuohuan took out a room card from his pocket and handed it to Lina. Lina was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at him and said, "Reid?"
Zhuo Huan: "I still have a bottle of Romanee-Conti at home, find someone to bring it over."
Old Joseph: "..."
Lina: "..."
Su Fei, who knew nothing about red wine: "Why, what Romanee-Conti, is this wine expensive?"
Old Joseph said excitedly: "I'll get it, I'll get it myself! Oh dear Reid, what happened to you today, how did you become so handsome, no, more handsome."
Zhuo Huan glanced at the calm-looking young man beside him, and the corner of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc: "Didn't you say to celebrate his birthday?"
Old Joseph: "Huh?"
Zhuo Huan: "Romanee-Conti, it's almost a celebration."
Old Joseph froze for a moment, and finally came to his senses. He coyly asked: "Reid, what do you think my birthday should be celebrated with. It doesn't have to be Romanee-Conti. Compared with red wine, I prefer whiskey, such as Macallan..."
Zhuohuan: "Huh? Why should I celebrate for you?"
Old Joseph was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Why don't you celebrate for me, aren't we friends?"
Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "You're not my boyfriend."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, everyone didn't react, even Fu Cheng and Lina were stunned in place.
After they reacted, Lina smiled slowly. The beautiful blonde looked at her friend with joy in her heart, and was happy for him.
Fu Cheng's ears were so red, he raised one hand to cover his face, gnashed his teeth and lowered his head, holding the phone with the other hand, typing and sending messages.
After a while, Zhuo Huan's cell phone rang. Uncle Zhuo opened it while chewing gum.
[Fucheng: What are you doing.]
[Zhuo Huan: Celebrating your birthday?]
After sending this message, Zhuo Huan raised his chin to the bewildered old Joseph: "Aren't you going to get Romanee-Conti?"
Old Joseph woke up like a dream: "Oh, oh, yes, I'll go, I'll go right away." After taking the room card, Old Joseph ran to the door of the box, he turned around again, and raised eyebrows at Zhuo Huan: " Reid, if you don't mind, I can actually be your boyfriend."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Hold.
Nausea.
Zhuo Huan said word by word: "I, no, blind."
Old Joseph regretted: "Oh, that's such a pity."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Uncle Zhuo lived for thirty years, and for the first time in his life, he was choked so hard that he couldn't speak a word.
After the old Joseph left, it took a long time for the punk boy to wake up. He opened his eyes in shock, his eyes turned back and forth between Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng, first pointing at Zhuo Huan, then at Fu Cheng, and finally pointing at Zhuo Huan: "You, you, you are actually in a relationship?!"
Fu Cheng was speechless, he could only bury his face deeper into his palm.
Zhuohuan put his hands in his pockets, leaned back against the back of the chair: "Amazing?"
Su Fei: "AMAZING!!!"
Zhuo Huan: "You went back to Shanghai last night, didn't you see the LED giant screen advertisement in that building?"
"Ah?" Su Fei thought for a while, "I love you in Fucheng? Damn it, it's really you! I knew it, I knew it, I sent a message to Brother Fu this morning, and he actually He ignored me, and he changed the subject. Damn!!! You guys are actually in a relationship, ahhh... "
Zhuo Huan turned to look at Lina: "You checked his Harvard diploma, is it true?"
Lina nodded seriously and said with a smile, "Really."
Su Fei: "..."
Su Fei: "You personally went to Harvard to invite me, shit, can I still be a fake!"
Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."
Throughout the dinner, Su Fei's unbelievable inquiries and old Joseph's sighs about the fine wine echoed.
This restaurant is located in the middle of Zhuo Huan's home and the UAAG staff dormitory. It is not far to walk from here to either side, and it only takes about half an hour. Everyone didn't intend to take a taxi back. By the Huangpu River, the cool evening breeze was blowing.
After leaving the door of the restaurant, it's time to say goodbye.
Su Fei: "Hey, Brother Fu, aren't you coming with us?"
Old Joseph was short-mouthed and pulled Su Fei away. He chuckled: "No, leave him alone. I'll take him away. You guys continue."
Su Fei also came to his senses, his muttering voice was drowned in the evening wind: "Isn't it just dating, as if no one has dated, dating, who can't."
After they left, Lina stood at the door of the restaurant with her bag in her hand, looked at her friend with a smile, and then looked at Fucheng. She stretched out her hands to pull her wind-blown hair behind her ears, and smiled softly: "I'm so happy, Reid, I wish you all the best."
Zhuo Huan nodded casually.
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Thank you, Lina."
Lina took out an exquisite Graff gift box from her bag, and handed it over: "You have received the gifts from Old Joseph and Su Fei just now, and I picked them for you. Originally, I was still thinking, would it be okay to give this?" It was a bit too abrupt. But after getting off the plane yesterday and seeing the writing on the building on the other side of the river, I knew that there was nothing wrong with my present."
Fu Cheng was stunned: "What is it?"
Lina blinked: "Take it apart and have a look?"
Fucheng opened the box, and saw two bracelets interlaced in the middle of the suede of the gift box under the bright lights of the Bund. The diamonds are overlapped and inlaid, and the light and shadow are bright and gorgeous. Appearing to be custom made, one bracelet has an R faintly reflected in fine diamonds on the outside, and an F on the other.
Fu Cheng raised his head and looked at Lina.
Lina smiled slightly: "It's a bracelet for two people."
Fu Cheng lowered his head and watched quietly for a while, then he raised his head and said, "Thank you."
After the gift was delivered, Lina and the two talked for a while, and the driver came from the parking lot. The two sides said goodbye, she waved and got into the car.
Facing the evening wind, Zhuo Huan and Fu Cheng walked along the river, with rushing traffic on one side and the mighty Huangpu River on the other.
The bracelet was already on his wrist, Fu Cheng raised his head, and saw the Aurora Building head-on.
The LED advertisement on that skyscraper has already become "I love Shanghai", which is a government public service advertisement for city promotion. In a trance, it seems to be back to yesterday, and the words on that building have become that sentence again.
Involuntarily, Fucheng stared at the words on the Zhendan building for a long time, until a man's faint voice came from the night wind beside him: "I still want to buy it again."
Fu Cheng turned his head: "No."
Zhuohuan raised his eyebrows: "Fucheng, it wasn't you who said yesterday that Rogge 318 hasn't been caught yet. You actually want me to buy it again, tsk."
Fucheng: "..."
"I didn't say buy it again."
"Oh, then you didn't say it."
"..."
This man really has a problem!
The two continued to walk forward.
Zhuo Huan: "Actually, you just want to watch it again."
Fu Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, he was silent, his lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word.
Zhuo Huan: "You are really troublesome, either you are, or you are not, and if you don't say it, you are acquiescing?"
"Yes."
Zhuo Huan was stunned for a while without reacting, and after a few seconds he came back to his senses and turned to look at Fucheng.
Fucheng looked at him with calm eyes: "I said yes. So... Mr. Zhuo, do you really want to buy it again?"
Zhuo Huan smiled: "No."
Fu Cheng: "I feel that you actually seem to be enjoying it."
Zhuohuan: "... Fuck, you are really annoying."
Fu Cheng glanced at him indifferently and calmly, and stepped forward, when suddenly his hand was grabbed from behind. He turned around and saw Zhuo Huan holding his hand, humming softly from his nostrils. "What are you looking at, don't you go?"
Fu Cheng looked at him silently, and smiled slowly: "Well, let's go."
The two held hands and walked on the road by the river.
The quiet wind of the night blows over the tightly intertwined hands, and the platinum bracelet on the wrist touches gently, and the crisp and faint sound is hidden in the surging river.
Originally, Fu Cheng never thought of moving to Zhuo Huan's apartment so soon. But Su Fei got up early two days in a row, and ran to his house curiously, using the pretext of "running together", sneaked a look in the door, as if he wanted to find Zhuo Huan...
In desperation, Fucheng moved to Zhuo Huan's house.
After Uncle Zhuo helped him move his luggage home, there weren't many things in Fucheng, so he lowered his head to pack, while Zhuo Huan was wearing a thin gray sweater, drinking ice water and watching.
Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, I asked you to come over two days ago."
Fu Cheng stood up straight with no expression on his face: "I didn't want to come."
Zhuo Huan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Don't you want to live with me?"
Fucheng glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to pack his luggage, ignoring him.
With a click, the glass was placed on the marble bar. The man walked over, put his arms around Fu Cheng's waist, and gently rubbed his knee against his thigh. "Why, why don't you want to live with me?"
Fu Cheng closed his eyes and broke away his hand: "No."
Zhuohuan hugged him again: "Tell me, the reason."
Fu Cheng: "No."
Zhuo Huan: "Yes, if you don't tell me, then I will guess."
Zhuo Huan: "What's the matter at home, it's inconvenient to leave?" Without waiting for Fu Cheng to answer, he asked himself and answered: "No, your sister is not in the country, it doesn't matter where you live. You don't like living here, Don't like living in a bigger house? No, you don't look like you have such a strange habit. Why is that?"
Uncle Zhuo hugged Fucheng, pulled him to the sofa and sat down, he touched his lips: "Wow, so you hate the rich, Fucheng?"
Fucheng: "..."
What is this all about!
Zhuo Huan: "Then you are afraid that someone will come to my house and find you living with me? Not at all, Zhuo Jing will not come again, the only people who know that I live here are Su Fei, old Joseph and Lina, they already know me It's your boyfriend."
"Oh, so it's because of this..." He deliberately prolonged the tone.
Fu Cheng subconsciously asked: "What?"
Zhuo Huan looked down at him, narrowed his clear and indifferent eyes slightly, and laughed, he bowed his head and kissed, sealing Fu Cheng's breath.
"Because... you want to sleep with me."
The man's light laughter slowly turned into heavy panting between the two in the intense kiss. The moment Zhuo Huan said these words, Fu Cheng's eyes tightened, but the kiss followed, he closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue to kiss back. After trying it once, it seemed that it was a convention. Instead of going to the bedroom to get a condom, I did it once on the sofa.
After venting, Zhuo Huan pressed the young man on the sofa, squeezed his chin with one hand, and asked with a low smile: "Fucheng, do you really want to sleep with me?"
Hearing these words, the young man's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Fu Cheng gasped for breath, he raised his eyes, Zhuo Huan's expression that looked like a smile was reflected in his beautiful eyes. After a long time, Fu Cheng tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Don't you want to sleep with me, Mr. Zhuo?"
"… Hold!"
The hot kiss leaned down, Zhuo Huan inserted his fingers into Fu Cheng's sweat-wet hair, clasped him tightly, and kissed him tightly.
On the first day of living together, the two of them hardly ever got out of bed.
The next day, I only ate one meal, and the rest was full in bed.
Just started to really fall in love, and then came across another holiday, the two young people with full blood could no longer suppress their desires, and they stayed in bed for four or five days.
Fucheng had a hunch for a long time, and it was also for this reason that he didn't move here to live with Zhuo Huan. It's okay if you don't live together, once you live together, he loves this person, so he wants to have sex with this person. All this is taken for granted, and he is also immersed in it. After living together, he may not want to get out of bed for several days.
The same is true for Zhuo Huan.
However, even the best physical strength will be exhausted after such a few days of indulgence.
After a few days of messing around day and night, Zhuo Huan was panting heavily, leaning against the bedside to smoke a cigarette.
Fu Cheng covered his eyes with one hand, and after he took a breath, he looked up at Zhuo Huan: "Is there any more smoke?"
Zhuo Huan paused holding the cigarette in his hand, and Fu Cheng was also stunned.
This sentence seems familiar. It seems that half a year ago in Dubai, after they made love for the first time, they had such a conversation. Zhuo Huan lowered his head to look at the young man on the bed, under the bright light, the young man's already fair skin was almost transparent. Those lips were swollen, red and soft from his kiss, and there was inevitably a strong and seductive color in his eyes. After being fucked for a few days, Fu Cheng never thought about what he would look like in Zhuo Huan's eyes now—
From top to bottom, even a strand of hair exudes the smell of seducing men.
Zhuo Huan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stuffed the cigarette into Fu Cheng's mouth.
He resigned himself to his fate, and said a few words through his teeth: "...you, he, mom, won."
Fu Cheng was slightly stunned, seeing Zhuo Huan get up from the bed and put on clothes indiscriminately.
After a few minutes, Fu Cheng put on his clothes, went to the balcony, and stood beside Zhuo Huan.
Zhuo Huan glanced back at him, then looked away again. He looked at the turbulent Huangpu River from afar, and said calmly, "Who made that call this morning."
Fu Cheng: "Did you hear that?"
As soon as the call came, he immediately went out to answer it.
Zhuo Huan clicked his tongue lightly: "It's like a rocket ignites, can I fucking fall asleep?"
Fucheng remained silent. He thought that Zhuo Huan's neurasthenia had improved a bit these days, at least when the two of them finished sleeping, Zhuo Huan didn't always wake up suddenly from his dream like before. Still, ringtones are a burden for him.
Fucheng: "Commander Nie is calling."
This answer was beyond Zhuo Huan's expectation, after a long time, he hummed.
Fu Cheng: "Don't you ask him why he called here?"
Zhuo Huan asked with a casual smile, "Oh, what are you doing?"
Fucheng looked at him seriously: "Ask me, do you have the willingness to go to COMAC." He paused and added: "Not only COMAC, but also Chengfei, Shenfei... Huaguo's military fighter jets, An excellent aircraft designer is also needed. The team leader said, Huaguo trusts you very much, and Huaguo needs you very much."
Zhuo Huan smiled: "This trust is based on the fact that their needs are far greater than their doubts."
Fu Cheng was silent: "No, the leader is serious, and everyone is serious."
Zhuo Huan turned to look at him.
The eyes of the two met in the air, and neither of them spoke.
After a long time, Zhuo Huan put his arms around Fu Cheng's waist and kissed his lips. After a soft and lingering kiss, his lips were loosened, Fu Cheng hesitated for a few seconds, and hugged Zhuo Huan's body.
Above the upper floors, when the hustle and bustle of the city passed over, there were only a few sporadic noises left.
Zhuohuan hugged Fucheng in one hand, looked down at the magnificent night view of the city under his feet, his voice seemed to sound from the void: "Do you know the reason why I left Maifei?"
Fucheng: "Rogge 318?"
"Well, one of the reasons. Even if there is no Rogge 318, sooner or later I will resign from McFly."
Fu Cheng looked up at him: "Why."
Zhuo Huan laughed at himself: "Do you know what is Mai Fei's biggest aircraft market?"
Fucheng thought for a while, and suddenly understood: "...a fighter jet."
Zhuo Huan: "Well, in the past fourteen years," he continued after a pause, "It should be said, from the time I entered Maifei at the age of sixteen to the time I resigned at the age of 28. I have never touched Maifei at all. I have never seen the design data of a military aircraft, even a basic data of the cabin. I don’t want to show it.”
There was a smile in Zhuo Huan's voice, but Fu Cheng remained silent. He didn't know what to say, he just hugged this person even tighter.
After a while, Zhuo Huan picked Fu Cheng's chin, making him look into his eyes.
"Fucheng, my hair seems a little long."
"Well, Mr. Zhuo, you didn't realize it until now?"
"Tsk, why are you talking so badly now?"
After a moment of silence, Fucheng asked back: "I learned from you? I heard that kissing can infect a cold, maybe it can also infect a poisonous tongue..."
After the fiery kiss was over, the foreheads of the two touched, and the sound of their heavy breathing seemed to merge into one.
Zhuohuan hoarsely said: "Hello, Fucheng."
"Um?"
"Help me cut my hair."
Fucheng paused, he looked up at the man in front of him, then nodded slightly.
"it is good."
Taking the scissors from the study, Zhuo Huan sat on the chair in the open-air restaurant, Fu Cheng stood behind him, holding the scissors in one hand and the long hair in the other. Fucheng stared at it for a long time, but did not make a move.
Zhuo Huan: "Are you a fool, you can't even cut your hair?"
Fucheng: "..."
After cutting his hair expressionlessly, Fu Cheng put the scissors aside: "Okay."
Zhuo Huan stood up, stroked his hair, and said: "..."
"Fuck, did you fucking cut it?"
Fu Cheng: "I cut it." He pointed to the broken hair all over the floor.
Zhuo Huan directly stroked a few strands of hair with his hands, and then pulled out a small tug at the back of his head: "Huh? This is your fucking haircut?"
Fucheng: "This is what I saw in Helsinki a year ago."
Zhuohuan: "..."
Zhuo Huan: "I mean, let you cut it to a normal shape, such as the length when I gave a speech at your air force training camp."
Fucheng: "..."
"Then I'll cut it again?"
Zhuo Huan said angrily, "Hmph, forget it."
Seeing Zhuo Huan's expression of "I'm holding back you, you'd better hurry up and coax me", there was joy in his heart beating briskly, Fu Cheng looked at him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised his head and kissed him.
Under the peaceful and quiet night, the two kissed heartily, facing the evening breeze and the sweet smell of verbena.
At the same time, at the bottom of the vast and calm Pacific Ocean, there is a submarine volcano.
No one knows that a terrible earthquake is happening here. In the center of the Pacific Ocean, a submarine volcano 2,100 meters above sea level is steaming and emitting billowing white smoke. The next moment, there was a shock wave that was almost condensed into a solid body, and with a buzzing sound, it cracked and spread in all directions.
In the entire seabed, countless creatures were directly shaken into powder by this terrible earthquake wave. Those who survived by chance were roasted to death by the volcanic eruption triggered by the earthquake.
And 1,500 nautical miles to the east of this submarine volcano, in a rocky tidal flat, powerful and terrifying earthquake waves spread here, and have been weakened thousands of times. After a barely detectable crisp sound, deep in the dark rock pile, a fragment of the tail fin split from the corroded fuselage and drifted into the sea water.
Slowly float up, float up, until you float to the surface of the sea.
On the fragments of the red and white tail fin, English words that have not been completely corroded by seawater can still be vaguely seen.
RO…
It is all the way to the east, along the North Pacific warm current, slowly drifting towards Alaska.
The author has something to say:
Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng is deeply impressed by my skills, and wants to sleep with me every day. Tsk, he's full of yellow crap.
Fu Chengcheng: ... ... If I didn't fucking like you, you would have been single all your life! ! !
Volume 7 Heart of the Ocean