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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Seventy Two"

weight="139826"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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At eight o'clock in the morning, the hotel waiter brought the dining car into the room. Lina made coffee for everyone and sent it to the study.

Old Joseph just woke up, leaning on the sofa and yawning listlessly. Su Fei was not so lucky, he was assigned a task by Zhuo Huan as soon as he woke up. The punk boy stayed for five whole nights, with his messy hair like a bird's nest and two dark circles under his eyes, he put his eyelids together and contacted Professor Tsuna on the other side of the earth.

Half an hour later, he finally received the latest experimental data from Emperor Tsunai.

Su Fei's eyes lit up, and he looked up: "RIP, I have sent you the data!"

Zhuo Huan made a humming sound from his nose, his face was full of irritability, and his whole body was filled with terrifying low air pressure. However, looking at the latest experimental data, slowly, his face improved. Finally, among the countless disgusting and boring news, there was a good thing. As if breaking through the dark clouds and shed golden light, Zhuo Huan chuckled softly: "The maximum lift coefficient of the wing profile and the lift curve deviate from the linearly changing angle of attack...Cool, in a way, Thor Reiner is also a genius. ."

After having been busy for so long, I finally got the results. Old Joseph was very pleased and offered his opinion very sincerely: "Mr. Reid has always been a genius, Reid, this is a fact."

Zhuo Huan didn't bother to return to him.

Su Fei looked at the information sent by Emperor Tsunai. After reading it for a long time, he said to himself: "I suddenly felt that designing an airplane seemed interesting."

Lina looked at her companion. Although she could not give professional advice, she could do other things well.

Lina: "There is news from Mai Fei that the new landing gear has been installed on the plane. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the official test flight. Everyone will go. Hurry up and have breakfast. The car will be picked up downstairs in two hours. We are here." After speaking, she looked around again and said: "Yes, Fu, I haven't seen him early in the morning."

Su Fei rolled the pasta with a fork, and gulped: "Brother Fu, go to bed. He needs to replenish his energy. He will have a test flight in the afternoon."

Lina frowned, "But I didn't see him in the next bedroom. Reid, do you know where he went."

Zhuo Huan looked at the computer screen without raising his head.

Lina: "Reid?"

Uncle Zhuo lazily looked up at her: "How do I know, go back to my room and sleep."

Lina asked strangely: "Go back to your room? You have three bedrooms here. Does he need to go back to sleep specifically."

Zhuo Huan retracted his gaze and fixed his gaze quietly on a certain data in the email paper. After a few seconds, he said lightly: "He likes it."

Lina was slightly startled.

If you want to say that the most reliable person in UAAG, everyone will vote for Lina, there is no objection. After this, the second most reliable person, after a few seconds of struggle and hesitation, everyone will still vote for Fucheng.

At ten o'clock, when everyone went downstairs, no accident, they saw Fucheng in the lobby on the first floor.

Wearing a white T-shirt, Fucheng stood by the window at the door, looking up at an exquisite metal sculpture illuminated by lights in the window. The young man wore a pair of sunglasses. When he looked up, his neck line fell gracefully into the neckline. He was tall and had extremely long legs. When he got out of the elevator, everyone saw him at first sight.

Lina walked over and asked, "Why do you remember wearing sunglasses today, Fu?"

Fucheng took off his sunglasses and said with a smile: "I have stayed up late these few days and haven't had a good rest."

The eyes under the sunglasses are full of red blood, and the eye sockets are also a little red.

Lina glanced at him and asked, "Does it affect the test flight? I need to contact McFly to postpone the test flight time or change to a test pilot?"

Fucheng: "Don't worry, it won't affect the test flight. I ensured enough sleep last night, but I stayed up a few days before and got dark circles."

Su Fei poked Fucheng's arm: "Brother Fu, when have you become so caring about your appearance. Look at us, which one doesn't have dark circles."

Everyone talked and walked towards the door of the hotel.

Fucheng was the third to bend into the car, and he walked over to Su Fei and sat down. Zhuo Huan came in behind him, he glanced at the empty space beside Fucheng, his gaze stayed on his face for a second. Then he walked over to Lina and sat down.

In the carriage, there was the voice of Fucheng and Su Fei chatting. Before long, everyone was too tired, and they stopped chatting, and closed their eyes to rest. Fucheng put his sunglasses back on, pursing his dry lips. Under the sunglasses, he did not close his eyes, but looked up at the starry sky of Rolls Royce.

In the quiet carriage, my own heartbeat sounded loudly.

After arriving at the Mai airport, it took three hours to do the final test before the test flight.

Fucheng changed into a pilot's uniform. Instead of rejoining his companion, he went straight through the boarding gangway and entered the plane. Before entering the cabin, he stood at the top of the gangway, turned and waved in the direction of the tower, smiling.

Although Su Fei and the others knew he couldn't see, they waved their hands excitedly.

Zhuo Huan stood aside with his hands in his pockets, looking at the young man standing by the plane with an uncertain expression. For a long time, he sneered and did not speak.

Half an hour later, the staff of Maifei gave the order to let Fucheng taxi to the runway and prepare to take off.

Ten minutes later, a calm voice came from the sound of the town: "Test the F475neo, ready to take off."

Zhuo Huan pressed the call button: "Allow to take off."

After a few seconds, there was no ups and downs in Fucheng from the speaker: "Received."

The silver-white plane was on the runway and began to accelerate. Its speed is getting faster and faster, faster and faster, just like a silver lightning, flying to the end of the runway, and then suddenly pulling up the nose, flying into the blue sky.

Zhuo Huan raised his head and watched the plane disappear among the white clouds.

This test flight is the final experiment. No need to do any specific actions, only simulated landing.

Thirty minutes later, the aircraft experienced acceleration, deceleration, climb, and approach. The silver-white plane once again returned to the eyes of everyone from the distant horizon.

In the sky tower, Mai Fei’s staff, Thor Rainer, Johnny Burbank...

The people of UAAG, Su Fei, old Joseph, Lina...

Everyone stared at the plane solemnly.

Zhuo Huan did the same, looking up at the plane that was getting closer and closer to the ground. He slowly withdrew his hand in his pocket and stared at it seriously. Watching its height become 300, 200, 100...

Under the scorching sun, at the end of the long runway, a touching sound of touching the ground resounded in everyone's hearts.

Hum.

There was no turbulence or shaking, the plane landed smoothly on the ground, and then taxied forward.

After two seconds, cheers rang out from the tower.

Mai Fei’s designers embraced each other excitedly and cheered, and even smiled on Mr. Reiner’s stern face. However, he immediately smiled, the solemn chief designer of McFly snorted heavily, and instructed the designers around him: "Wait, stop, go and recover the landing gear. What are you happy about, I have to check again in the laboratory when I go back. !"

"Yes!"

While everyone was excited, no one noticed, and the former chief designer of Mai Fei also let out a sigh of relief.

On the runway, the plane taxied to the designated position. After Fucheng turned off all the switches of the plane, confirmed the landing procedure, then opened the door and left the plane.

This time he didn't wave to his companion again.

The people on the tower have all gone downstairs long ago. The experimenters waited to recover the landing gear before experimenting. As soon as Fucheng came out, they immediately surrounded him and asked him for some basic inquiries and flight test confirmations.

In the bright sun, Fucheng took off his hat, bowed his head slightly, and spoke softly to the experimenter. The golden color jumped on the tip of his hair. After he bowed his head and said a few words, he saw his companion in the corner of the light. He raised his head, smiled at them, and then talked to the McFly staff.

Su Fei was stunned for a moment: "...Why did Brother Fu retired? He is only twenty-seven years old. Isn't this age a pilot's golden age?" He looked at the old Joseph.

Old Joseph raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Didn't we ask this question before."

Su Fei: "Huh?! Have you ever asked? Why don't I have any impression of it."

Old Joseph: "Yes, of course I asked. I remember Fu's answer at the time was... he was not training well? There was something wrong at home?"

Lina heard this and said in surprise: "Fu said he was not training well?"

"right."

"Why, I remember he is the best pilot in China." Lina turned to ask her friend, "Reid, do you know anything about this? You decided to invite Fu to join UAAG, not because he is from China. The best pilot."

"This..." Zhuo Huan looked at the young man in the sun, his tone of voice was casual: "Oh, it seems like this."

The test flight is over. Regardless of whether McFei will adjust the F475neo's landing gear again, the commission they gave to UAAG is considered complete.

She didn't mean to stay longer in Los Angeles. This time, Lina directly booked a flight back to Shanghai that night.

Los Angeles International Airport, VIP lounge.

Su Fei: "I'm sleepy to death after being so anxious and tired for so many days."

Old Joseph: "Yes, Lina, why are you walking in such a hurry this time?"

Lina quietly glanced at her friend not far away, and said, "I think, Reid doesn't want to stay here."

Su Fei and Old Joseph: "?"

Have melons?

Lina smiled slightly, and didn't intend to say more: "Sleep on the plane, open your eyes, and you are back home. Then, you can get a week-long vacation." The blonde girl smiled with her finger on her lips: "Originally. There are only three days, but recently everyone has been staying up late to work. This is a vacation I specially applied to Reid."

Su Fei: "Lina long live!"

Knowing that will be on holiday for a week, all the fatigue is gone. Su Fei and Old Joseph were chatting excitedly about where they were going to play, while Lina laughed and listened to them. Fucheng sat beside them, looking down at the phone, not knowing who he was chatting with.

Not far away, Zhuo Huan lay alone on the sofa in the corner, taking a magazine and covering his face to sleep.

Lina looked up and saw Johnny. She stood up, smiled and walked over: "Are you here to see you off, Johnny."

Johnny Burbank, Mai Fei’s public relations director, came over. He first glanced at Zhuo Huan who was sleeping, and then smiled at Lina: "Yes. Thank you for your help this time, Miss Comte. I have already notified the finance. The people in the Ministry have credited the money to UAAG’s account."

Lina: "Thank you, I will check it."

Johnny hesitated for a moment: "I still want to say a few words to Mr. Patrick."

Lina turned to his side, looked back at Zhuo Huan, and said helplessly: "I think you saw it too. He is sleeping."

"this……"

"Is there anything you want to say, maybe I can convey it for you."

Johnny thought for a moment: "In fact, Mr. Reiner asked me to come. He wanted me to tell Mr. Patrick... He gave Mr. Patrick another month to think carefully."

Lina was stunned: "Okay, I will convey it to you."

Johnny had to turn away, and while walking, he looked at Zhuo Huan's direction, obviously not giving up.

Two hours before the plane took off, Lina, a guest like Johnny, could ask him to leave directly, but when she saw the man who appeared at the door of the VIP lounge, she stood up helplessly, smiled bitterly and went to the other party. A veneer ceremony.

"Uncle Patrick."

The person here is Zhuo Huan's father.

Zhuo Jing smiled gently at Lina: "Dear Lina, it looks like you are going back to China."

Lina: "Yes, Uncle Patrick, as you can see. I don't know what will happen to you at the airport today. Do you want to leave Los Angeles?"

"Yes, I plan to go to the Maldives on holiday."

"Are you alone?"

Mr. Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "Do I look like I have a companion?"

Lina smiled.

Mr. Zhuo looked around and found his son. He smiled softly: "Lina, I'll go see Reid first. It will be a long time away. We father and son have a lot to say."

Lina didn't laugh, but moved away from her side and returned to her original seat.

Su Fei leaned over: "RIP and their father and son have a lot to say?"

Old Joseph: "I don't believe it very much."

Su Fei: "Brother Fu, do you believe it."

Fucheng raised his head from the screen of the phone, and thought for a while: "I don't know." Then he looked down at the phone again, without looking in Zhuo Huan's direction.

After all, he was his father. As soon as Mr. Zhuo walked over, he took away the magazine on Zhuo Huan's face. He glanced with interest, and when he saw the above content, he suddenly lost interest: "I thought you would read a fashion magazine."

The cover of the magazine is not a beautiful model with a protruding back and a slender figure, but a terrestrial planet that was just discovered by humans last week.

Zhuo Huan said without a good air: "What's the matter?"

Mr. Zhuo smiled: "Can't you come to my dear son if you have nothing to do."

Zhuo Huan gave a sneer and withdrew the magazine from his hand.

Mr. Zhuo spread his hands helplessly and said, "I will be on the plane in an hour."

"Oh."

"Hey Reid, haven't seen Dad for so long, don't you have anything to say to Dad."

"No."

From a distance, Su Fei and others could not hear what the father and son were saying.

Su Fei: "What do you say they are talking about?"

Old Joseph: "How do I know."

I saw Mr. Zhuo standing up suddenly, as if he was about to turn around and leave. However, after not taking two steps, Zhuo Huan suddenly stood up. He seemed to remember something and called his father. Mr. Zhuo turned his head to look at him in surprise, and the father and son said a few more words.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Jing walked back and said to Lina: "I am ready to board the plane, dear Lina, I am so glad to see you here again."

Lina smiled and said, "I'm glad to see you here too, Uncle Patrick."

Mr. Zhuo smiled. He stretched out his arms and saw that the next moment, a beautiful woman sitting on the sofa not far away came over and took his arm. Everyone was stunned. This beauty in her early twenties was obviously not the one she had seen in the hotel before. She leaned on Zhuo Jing and smiled sweetly at everyone.

Mr. Zhuo blinked: "Neither did I say, I have no companions. If you travel to the Maldives alone, that would be really pitiful."

Everyone: "..."

Until boarding the plane, Su Fei still sighed: "Life is winner, this is the winner of life! I will also want to do this in the future. I will never get married for the rest of my life, play everywhere in the world, and change my lover wherever I go!"

Everyone laughed.

After boarding, have dinner first.

Old Joseph was the first to finish eating. He got up and planned to go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed. When he walked to the seat in Fucheng, he stopped and asked in surprise: "Fu, why do you eat so much?"

I saw only one corner of a whole steak on the dining table in Fucheng, and most of the rest were placed there waiting for the stewardess to take it away. Fucheng was stunned when he heard the words. He looked up and said with a smile: "I ate too much appetizer just now. That French pastry is delicious."

Su Fei happened to be passing by, and he wondered: "Is it delicious? Why do I feel sour."

Old Joseph smiled: "I think too."

The stewardess withdrew the dinner plate in front of everyone, Fucheng propped his chin and looked at the endless night outside the window. He watched quietly, and he didn't know how long it had passed, only the buzzing noise of the engine remained in the first class cabin of the plane. Everyone fell asleep.

At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, the plane stopped at Shanghai International Airport.

Su Fei and the others were already ready to take a taxi home. But seeing Lina smile mysteriously, she took everyone to the underground parking lot of the airport, a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle had been waiting there for a long time.

Lina: "When I came back from Dubai last time, I said that I planned to buy a car."

Su Fei: "I really want to marry Lina!"

Old Joseph couldn't help but said, "Lina, do you like men older than you, much older ones?"

Lina was amused by them.

Four of UAAG's five people live in the same place. Lina sent the four people from Fucheng to their community first, and then went home by herself. She didn't even ask Zhuo Huan when he moved to Fucheng's house, even if no one had ever told her about it, but she just knew it.

Lina: "Good night, see you next week."

Everyone: "Good night."

The community where Fucheng and Zhuo Huan lived was just across the road from the community where Su Fei and Old Joseph lived. After the two parties said goodbye, Su Fei and Old Joseph crossed the road together and walked into the community. The neighborhood is all high-end communities, very quiet, and it's night again, even if they enter the gate of the community, Su Fei's voice faintly passes through the evening breeze, and some can be heard.

They are very excited to discuss the activities of the coming week.

However, a road away, after Fucheng said goodbye to them, he closed his smile and looked at Zhuo Huan.

The man stood under the street lamp, looking up at the sky.

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, do you move again tomorrow."

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, hearing the words, looked down at him. His eyes met, after a few seconds, Zhuo Huan calmly said: "I don't seem to have much stuff."

Fucheng quietly returned him: "Yeah."

"Then tonight. Didn't you mean to help me move."

At the end of June in Shencheng, the night breeze was gentle and warm, blowing into the cold and empty chest of Fucheng, making him seem to have been touched too, showing a gentle smile with a smile in his voice: "Okay."

The two walked home together.

Enter the elevator and go upstairs.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was silent and dead.

After returning home, Zhuo Huan began to collect things, and Fucheng also helped him by putting things in his suitcase.

Clothes, essential daily necessities, computers...

Put all the suitcases in the same place.

In the quiet and spacious house, only the sound of two people packing their luggage was heard, and there was no other sound.

Almost everything was packed, and three boxes were closed, leaning against the wall of the hallway. Fucheng walked into the kitchen to pour water, he put down the glass, and when he turned around, he saw the man leaning against the door frame, watching him quietly.

His eyes were intertwined and entangled. At that moment, there seemed to be a lot of words on the lips, and there seemed to be nothing to say.

Fucheng stepped forward and asked in a flat voice: "Are you packed up, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan called him: "Fucheng."

Fucheng turned around: "Huh?"

Moonlight passed through the window, reflected in the cold and merciless eyes of the young man, clear and moving. He looked at Zhuo Huan indifferently, as if feeling impatient, and asked coldly: "What else is going on, Teacher Zhuo."

After a long period of silence, Zhuo Huan took out two unopened condoms from his pocket, and looked at him with a smile but a smile: "Oh, I found two when I was packing up. You see, I bought too much last time. It's not used up."

For a moment, the body froze. Fucheng raised his head, looking at the man's casually light gaze, he heard himself ask softly: "What do you mean."

Zhuo Huan stepped forward, raised his chin, and asked with a casual smile: "Don't waste it... do it?" He leaned down, bit Fucheng's ear, and whispered to him in a hoarse voice: "Yes. The granular type... you can't stand this one before, and you like it."

The man's tongue bit his earlobe, licking and rubbing ambiguously.

Fucheng closed his eyes, and at that moment there was a strong emotion like a flood, which collapsed and hit him unbearably. Feeling sad about to collapse, in the quiet room, the man's kissing voice murmured. He stretched his hand into his clothes, humiliated, angry, helpless, and screaming despair, when this man unlocked his first button, it turned into strength that surged from nowhere.

Fucheng pushed him away.

Zhuo Huan took a step back unexpectedly and looked up at the young man in front of him.

Fucheng's expression was calm: "I think, Teacher Zhuo, you may have misunderstood. What I said in Los Angeles means that after a few months I feel like I like women...not men."

a long time.

Zhuo Huan: "Oh."

Fucheng: "I don't want to have sex with a man."

Zhuo Huan slowly smiled: "Well, I see."

After finishing everything up, the two of them took a taxi and went to Zhuohuan's high-end apartment by the Huangpu River.

Getting closer and closer to that place, entering the community, Fucheng got out of the car and helped him take down the suitcase. He stood downstairs and did not move any more.

Zhuo Huan looked back at him: "Come here."

"……Um."

Zhuo Huan took out his room card and swiped it.

Without being rejected, he smoothly swept the elevator open.

In the magnificent elevator, two people are reflected on the mirrored elevator door. Fucheng looked down at the ground, the elevator was rising, but his heart sank little by little.

Arrived at the top floor.

No accident happened, Zhuo Huan swiped his card to open the door.

Fucheng looked up at this house.

The furniture inside hasn't changed at all, exactly the same as three months ago. There is no trace of being inhabited by others, nor the appearance of being moved by others. Suddenly, Fucheng no longer had the courage to enter this door. The power that supported him all the way with the suitcase and followed this man came to an end.

He put the suitcase at the door and did not go in.

"Teacher Zhuo, I will send it here."

"Um?"

"It's too late, you can clean up the rest."

"Oh, that's okay."

As Zhuo Huan said, he took something out of his pocket and put it on the table next to the hallway.

A calm gaze accidentally saw the thing, and was suddenly startled. Fucheng stared at the thing on the hallway. After a while, as if he had noticed his gaze, Zhuo Huan glanced at the thing and said, "Oh, no waste, I really like this touch. After two God find a chance to use it again."

Fucheng stared at the two condoms, he laughed slowly, and nodded slightly: "Well, then I'll go first."

"goodbye."

"goodbye."

The door slammed shut in front of my eyes.

Fucheng turned and walked into the elevator, went downstairs and hit a car, and went home.

In the empty home, the lights were not turned on, and there was only one person left. Fucheng walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He was drinking water, holding the phone in one hand, and swiping the screen. After drinking a glass of water, I poured another glass. Then, pour another cup.

Immediately before the tears hit the screen of the phone, the familiar nausea flowed from deep in the throat. The youth quickly ran to the trash can and squatted down. In the quiet kitchen, only a sound of terrifying and harsh vomiting was heard.

I didn't eat much at first, except for water, what I vomit was more stomach acid.

However, as if to vomit out all the organs, he vomited out the food, and he couldn't even vomit the stomach acid. He was still retching. He pressed his hands on the plastic bag on the edge of the trash can, his fingertips turning white. His face was even paler without a trace of blood.

No one knew how long it had passed before Fucheng stood up. He turned on the faucet and washed his face.

The phone screen lights up, open it and take a look.

[Fu Xiao: It's almost your birthday, do you have any birthday gifts you want? 】

He paused for a long time on the line with his gaze dull, Fucheng held the phone in both hands and typed a line.

"Sister, I'm not happy. 』

The cursor in the input box is flashing, but it has not been sent out for a long time.

Three minutes later.

[Fucheng: No, I don’t lack anything, you know. 】

[Fu Xiao: Know that you don’t need anything, take care of yourself, don’t stay up late, go to bed early. 】

[Fucheng: Well, I got it. 】

The cousin asked a few more caringly, and then talked about her husband. She is a newlywed wife, and her love is as sweet and dazzling as the rising sun, stabbing Fucheng so hard to open her eyes. Knowing that he should bless and be happy for his cousin, but Fucheng really has no strength. He sent the sentence "I'm going to bed first".

Fu Xiao replied: [Okay, go to bed early, good night.】

[Good night^_^]

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