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Chapter Seventy Five
The night is deep, and the street lights on both sides of the road are on, illuminating the pedestrians rushing on and off the sidewalk.
After Fucheng originally wanted to leave the company, he quietly said goodbye to Su. He didn't really want to get involved with the other party, but he didn't even say anything, Su Ji smiled and looked at him, with a small pear whirlpool at the corner of his mouth: "I heard that there is a delicious restaurant across the road. , I have always wanted to eat, but when I first arrived at the new company, I didn’t know any colleagues. Fucheng, are you going there?"
Slightly was startled, Fucheng was about to speak, and Su Quiet said again: "Of course you don't have to entertain you, let's AA."
After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "It's okay."
Crossing the road and walking no more than a hundred meters, we arrived at a newly opened French restaurant.
Fucheng rarely eats French food, but the woman in front of him is very familiar. Su quietly told the waiter a few dishes, and then ordered a bottle of red wine expertly. Fucheng glanced at her, and in the vague memory, he suddenly remembered that he and the girl had a steak ten years ago. The other party put his hand on the white dress sternly, at a loss and didn't dare to move.
But now, this girl is very dear to French cuisine.
Everyone has changed, including him.
Soon, the appetizer was served. While the two of them were eating, Su Qiao introduced Fucheng to the classmate gathering next month.
Su Wei: "The study committee member in our class was named Zheng Weiqi, do you still remember. It was him. He used to be a single-parent family. His father died when he was very young, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other. As a result, half a year ago He was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia..."
Holding a silver fork in one hand, the beautiful woman said softly. Speaking of the tragic experience of her old classmate, her slender brows were frowned a little, revealing a look of sadness and concern.
Fucheng recalled: "Sorry, I don't remember much."
Su quietly smiled: "Well, you didn't like talking to people in your class before. If it weren't for me to pull you, you might not know a few people until the end of the college entrance examination."
Fucheng was silent, unable to refute.
Since he was a child, he is not talkative, but he is not an introvert. He doesn't take the initiative to communicate with people, but he will also participate in class activities if necessary. This situation improved a lot when joined the ar later.
Exquisite dishes were brought to the table by the waiter, and the mellow red wine was gently knocked apart on the transparent glass wall. Su quietly said: "By the way, I am divorced."
Fucheng was a little surprised, and was stunned before saying: "...Is it okay?"
Su quietly smiled and shook his head: "Peaceful divorce means I can't live on, nothing is wrong." As if just accidentally mentioned this topic casually, Su Quiet quickly said something else: "Thinking about it, we have been really long. No, it will take two or three months? I remember the last time I met you, I was still talking about divorce, and now I have left."
Fucheng: "Well, it's been about three months."
After a meal, Fucheng quietly escorted Su into a taxi. After watching the other party leave, he took out his mobile phone and started to take a taxi.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the mottled scenery outside the window through the dark car window, for a long time, Fucheng picked up the phone and sent a message.
[Fucheng: I will go to the class reunion next month. 】
As soon as it was sent, the other party returned the message in the next second.
It is a very cute cartoon expression. The little white dumpling-shaped person is holding a small flashing light card with two colorful letters flashing on it: OK.
[Su Wei: Thank you for the treat today. You have eaten so little today, almost all of you are eating. I will invite you next time. 】
Fucheng was about to refuse, but the other party sent another message: [Don't refuse, if I owe favors, I will not sleep at night. 】
Fucheng: "..."
[Fucheng: Good. 】
As usual, wash and sleep.
The next morning, Fucheng turned on the phone subconsciously, but after pressing the dark screen, he suddenly didn't know what to do.
Look at the phone screen silently until it automatically locks the screen.
Fucheng got up, changed his clothes, and took out a sandwich from the refrigerator.
In the empty room, only one person has lived for many years. For so many years, never felt that the house was too big or too spacious, because there was only one person from the beginning to the end, so didn't feel sad. Putting the sandwich into the microwave oven, watching it turning and heating inside, Fucheng watched it quietly for a long time.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
The microwave clinked, and the slender young man stood up for a long time, opened the lid, and took out the sandwiches inside. In the quiet dining room, the sound of the plastic food bag being torn open clearly came to my ears. Tear its plastic wrap, take a bite, chew seven times, swallow it, and eat slowly.
Suddenly, a huge nausea surged from the root of the esophagus.
The young man quickly ran to the pool, and the next moment, a tearful vomit resounded fiercely in the kitchen. The sandwiches had just eaten, and the western food hadn't digested the night before, seemed to vomit every organ in the body, and all vomited clean.
Finally, the horrible vomiting gradually became lighter and disappeared.
Fucheng lowered his head and quietly watched the water column flowing out of the faucet. After a long time, he turned around and walked to the storage room and took out a glucose.
The sun rises from the east, and he bucks the traffic flow to work all the way to the COMAC factory on the east coast.
When Fucheng arrived at the COMAC factory, it was only nine o'clock in the morning. But the designers of the CR939 aircraft, and the pilots of the flight test team such as Duson, have also arrived. After half an hour, Zhuo Huan also came.
He was wearing a white T-shirt, took off his sunglasses, and said a few words to Wu Hui.
Soon, everyone moved to the test airfield not far away.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Fucheng put on his uniform and walked into the cockpit.
This time the flight test is different from the flight test of the McFly F475, it is absolutely safe. COMAC has used several experiments to prove that the plane can take off smoothly, but they want to make improvements to reduce flight costs, so they need test pilots to cooperate with a series of operations accurate to the second to obtain flight data.
Fucheng turned on the engine, and after all preparations were made, he pressed the radio communication button.
"The CR939 test plane is ready."
The next second, Zhuo Huan's indifferent voice came from the headset: "Allow to take off."
Fucheng lowered his eyes: "Yes."
For Fucheng, such an operation is definitely an overkill.
It is very easy for any good air force pilot to fly a civil aircraft. Military aircraft test the pilot's personal level and flying ability. In the boundless vast sky, fighter jets are like the incarnation of pilots. Whether the pilots are skilled or not can be distinguished by the naked eye. When a pilot with a poor level is flying, it is publicly executed.
But unlike civil airliners, computers not only provide passengers with more safety guarantees, but also give pilots a highly intelligent flight assistant. The most advanced civil aviation aircraft, such as the McFly F485, can even fly fully automatically. In theory, the pilot only needs to sit in the driving seat and watch, and the McFly F485 can send passengers where they want to go.
In the quiet cockpit, Zhuo Huan made some movement requests from time to time, Fucheng responded softly, and then completed it without any problems.
After the plane landed safely, the ground crew immediately surrounded it and continued to collect data.
After Fucheng explained some of his flight conditions to them, he raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu standing under the left wing of the plane. They didn't know what they were talking about.
After watching quietly for a few seconds, Fucheng retracted his gaze.
"Brother!"
Fucheng turned his head: "Huh?"
The flat-headed youth surrounded him, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes: "You were so fast when you completed the flight command. When you landed just now, the rudder was also very stable!"
Fucheng: "..."
"This is just a civil airliner."
Du Sen: "Yes, it's a pity. I have never seen a senior man fly a plane. This is the first time. When I came out of the training camp, the senior man had already gone to fly a carrier-based plane on an aircraft carrier. When I had a chance to be transferred. Fly the carrier-based aircraft and you are retired again."
Fucheng smiled, he looked around: "Where is Zhou Jin?"
As if suddenly remembering something, Du Sen let out an ah, and then he smiled: "Brother, guess who is here."
Fucheng was taken aback: "Who?"
Before Du Sen spoke, Fucheng heard a dull hum from behind him. He took a halt, turned his head to look, his eyes widened suddenly: "Head?!"
...
The solemn and dignified middle-aged man wore a white military uniform and walked forward. Behind him, Fucheng, Du Sen and Zhou Jin followed. But when the three of them were halfway through, Head Nie turned around, his eyes drenched: "What are you two doing with you."
Du Sen and Zhou Jin were stunned.
Head Nie: "I have something to talk to Fucheng."
Duson: "Oh oh oh, I'm going to see how the lab is going."
Zhou Jin: "I will go too."
Although the test airport is rudimentary, with only a fairway building the size of an ordinary bus station and a runway, there is also a small dining bar in it. However, Head Nie did not intend to take a break with tea in this place. He walked through this small bar and came to a meeting room.
Fucheng followed silently.
The door of the meeting room closed, and Head Nie: "Sit down."
Fucheng just sat down.
Head Nie: "How long hasn't seen you, eh?"
Fucheng raised his eyes and looked at the opponent.
Head Nie glared: "Look, what are you looking at! Reply."
Fucheng straightened his back: "Reporting team leader, two years and three months."
The serious-looking Air Force colonel looked at the young man in front of him with a stern look. After a minute, Commander Nie first laughed: "Okay, all retired, and report to the Commander. Are you my soldier?"
Fucheng glanced at him, and suddenly didn't know what to say.
Head Nie: "Huh? Don't you know him?"
The stiff body gradually relaxed. For the first time in so many days, the heart in the chest seemed to warm up again. Fucheng also laughed, with a gentle voice: "Head of the group."
Head Nie: "How is the situation at home recently, I remember you have a sister."
Fucheng: "She just got married six months ago, and they are all fine."
Head Nie: "Then how is your health."
Fucheng: "It's also pretty good."
Head Nie snorted: "I thought it was a long time since you retired, and your flight level should be degraded. I just looked at it, it seems to be okay, I can barely make it."
Fucheng smiled and said nothing.
The two said a few more words.
Commander Nie was the chief who directly managed them after Fucheng transferred to be a carrier-based pilot. Both Fucheng and Du Sen had served as pilots of carrier-based aircraft, so in a sense, they were both soldiers of Captain Nie. When Fucheng retired two years ago, it was the decommissioning permit approved by the head of Nie.
When first contacted, everyone would think that the old head was difficult to get along with, stiff and serious. But after getting along for a long time, he knew that he was an extremely short-term person and loved the soldiers under his hands extremely. When Fucheng was in service, the old regimental leader was also very kind to him.
"Just be in good health. Eat more food. Seeing that you are thin now, you are almost the same as when you retired two years ago." Head Nie frowned and said straightforwardly.
Fucheng reminded him: "I am much heavier than then, at least ten kilograms heavier."
Head Nie stared at him: "Can a normal person compare to a skeleton frame! If you could be like this then, I will allow you to retire?"
Fucheng stopped talking.
Thinking of what happened two years ago, Head Nie looked at Fucheng's face and sighed softly. After a while, he slowed down his voice: "Now it’s okay to have a good time. Old Qi’s things have nothing to do with you, don’t think too much about your family’s affairs, for so many years, those who are alive have to live well. To miss them."
Looking at the ground, after a few seconds, Fucheng said softly: "Yeah."
Head Nie: "Oh, this time I am here, in addition to receiving the above instructions to see the situation of the flight test team, I also come to see you and Du Sen. There is another thing, let me tell you."
Fucheng raised his head: "Say."
Head Nie: "Do you know Lao Qi's family?"
Fucheng was stunned: "Mother?"
Head Nie: "Yeah."
Fucheng: "Isn't my teacher having a car accident five years ago, and she has been lying in the hospital without waking up?"
Commander Nie: "Yes, I've been in the General Hospital of the Air Force before. After the air crash, Old Qi continued to take care of him." After a pause, Commander Nie continued: "I just happened to see you. I’ll just tell you. Last month, my condition deteriorated and I went to the ICU twice. In the end, I didn’t get through and left last week.”