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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Seventy Six"

weight="139842"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Five years ago, Qi Zhifeng, the former instructor instructor of the Air Force Training Camp of the Jinling Military Region, had no choice but to retire early due to a stock investment failure and took office at Rogue Aviation.

Air force pilots have very good benefits. However, compared with the captain positions of large airlines, they are too busy and have no time to do other side jobs or take care of the family. When Qi Zhifeng retired, Du Sen had not graduated from the training camp. At that time, no one thought that what life gave to people was never to survive from desperation, but to make things worse.

After retiring, Qi Zhifeng's life gradually improved, and everything seemed to be hopeful.

However, at this moment, suddenly, his wife and son were involved in a car accident. The son died on the spot and his wife became a vegetable. Such a blow is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for a husband and a father.

Head Nie thought of the situation at that time, and said with emotion: "Although Old Qi has been discharged from the army, but when something like this happened at the time, the army also offered help and sent his family members to the Air Force General Hospital for treatment. Alas, who I can think of Old Qi's air crash two months later, and even his family members are no longer there."

Fucheng's lips moved, but he couldn't even say a word.

When he first entered the training camp eight years ago, he met his wife. At that time, the teacher was taking a group of recruits to a theory class. In the class, the teacher was serious, upright, and had a loud voice. He always liked to just click a person's name and ask him to stand up and answer questions. If you can't answer, you have to run fifty laps on the playground.

Everyone was terribly scared. They were all young boys in their teens and twenties. In the past, they were not afraid of fear. Every time they came to this time, they lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes for fear of being seen by Qi Zhifeng.

At that time, Fucheng was called up to answer the question.

It was a rare gas dynamics problem. Boltzmann's equation was clearly printed in my mind, and everything was familiar as if it happened yesterday. Fucheng was a little nervous, but he still answered the question smoothly. Then he saw an officer knock on the door, and instructor Qi walked over and said a few words to him. Suddenly, as if to hear something, instructor Qi's stern and solemn face showed a surprised smile. Such a smile appeared on the face of a person who was always stubborn. It was inexplicably funny and out of place.

Instructor Qi looked up at the corridor, and Fucheng could see a little because he was standing. He saw a middle-aged woman with long hair. Instructor Qi saw her and laughed. Then he made a straight face again, walked to her and whispered a few words quickly, and then returned to the classroom: "What are you doing, the class is not over yet, where are you going to rebel? Okay, Fucheng, good answer, sit down! "

There was almost no doubt. When he sat down, Fucheng realized inexplicably that it must be his mother.

The home was broken and the people died.

These four words never appeared in front of Fucheng nakedly for a moment.

Knowing that the teacher's son had passed away in a car accident, and his mother was in a coma again, Fucheng and other old classmates immediately asked for leave and went to the hospital to visit the teacher. The energetic and vigorous lieutenant colonel in my memory turned his head all night and sat in the hospital ward in despair.

That day a few students invited the instructor to eat together. After getting drunk, instructor Qi took Fucheng's hand and asked him with red eyes, "You said, why did God treat me like this? Fucheng, I don’t understand, Fucheng... …"

That was the first and only time that Fucheng saw the teacher cry.

He was overwhelmed and crushed by life.

But life will continue. One month after his wife's car accident, Qi Zhifeng returned to Rogue Aviation to continue working. He wants to earn money to pay off debts, and to pay for his wife's high medical expenses.

But five years later, his wife still left.

For a long time, Fu Cheng said quietly: "This is also a reunion."

Nie Tuan let out a long sigh: "Old Qi is really suffering!"

After a few more words, Head Nie patted Fucheng on the shoulder: "I have something to do in the laboratory. Let me leave first. Fucheng, I will always welcome you back. If your body is well, it's almost done. Don't give me time to waste outside, give me back! You know?"

Fucheng nodded, he stood up and wanted to send the captain away.

The two of them walked to the door of the meeting room. Head Nie suddenly stopped and said, "By the way, you are at UAAG, how do you feel about Zhuo Huan."

Fucheng was stunned. In silence, he said, "Ms. Zhuo is very powerful and very good."

Head Nie smiled: "Who asked you about this? Can I know if Zhuo Huan is capable? At the beginning, I and Old Li made a request to the chief with a shy face and asked him to come to our army to give a speech. Forgot?" After that, Head Nie looked straight again. He lowered his voice and said solemnly: "I'm asking you, how is this person's political consciousness."

Fucheng looked at Head Nie in surprise.

Head Nie explained: "The country has always wanted to invite Zhuo Huan back. He is a Chinese. What is it to build planes for other countries? Why not go back to the motherland to build planes? Let alone COMAC, the country still has many fighter developments. Projects require talents! After Zhuo Huan resigned from Mai Fei two years ago, we sent someone to contact him and wanted to invite him back. But he never agreed or refused. You have been in contact with him for a long time, Tell me, is there any other reason for him? For example, he grew up in the West and was affected by some influences and didn't want to come back?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo is not such a person, otherwise he would not set up the headquarters of UAAG in Shencheng."

Head Nie thought for a while: "What you said is reasonable." After thinking about it for a long time, he asked again: "So is Zhuo Huan privately, there is something wrong with his personality? I heard that he doesn't seem to get along well."

Fucheng blurted out, with a firm tone: "No, Teacher Zhuo has no personal moral problems!"

He spoke too quickly, almost without hesitation, Head Nie was stunned.

Head Nie nodded: "Oh, okay, don't tell anyone about this."

Realizing his fierce tone just now, Fucheng's lips moved, and he said softly: "...Hmm."

The two walked out of the meeting room together.

Sending off Commander Nie, Fucheng and Du Sen went to the COMAC factory to perform some data confirmation and flight test simulations on the new airfoil.

Time passed day by day.

In the second week after Zhuo Huan and Fucheng took over the task of designing a new wide-body aircraft by COMAC, the three of Lina left Shanghai. UAAG was commissioned by Air France, and a cargo plane crashed at Frankfurt International Airport three months ago. Fortunately, no one was killed, and both pilots suffered minor injuries. Now that the accident investigation is drawing to a close, and several more difficult issues have emerged, Air France has entrusted UAAG with their assistance in the investigation.

When Lina told Zhuo Huan about this matter, Zhuo Huan answered directly on the phone: "You three go."

Lina smiled and said, "Okay."

Air France had no opinion on this, so two days ago, Lina, Su Fei, and Joseph Sr. boarded the plane to France and arrived in the distant romantic capital of Paris.

And here, the Shanghai Commercial Aircraft Laboratory.

Normally, although the pilots of the test flight team have to keep in close contact with the design and planning of the aircraft, they are after all pilots, not designers, and most of the time it is relatively easy. Just like Duson, he also took into account the air force's practice instructions, and sometimes disappeared for a few days to perform secret missions.

Fucheng is also similar.

After the first flight test mission, he ushered in a long vacation. Only need to go to the COMAC lab twice a week.

Among the three people in the flight test team, only Zhou Jin really stayed at the COMAC's aircraft manufacturing plant to record the records of each experiment. Among the three, Duson belonged to the elite air force pilots, and entering the flight test team was the command from above, and he was here to help. Fucheng is similar, he was appointed by Zhuo Huan alone, because he is more familiar with the new wing shape and has relevant experience.

Zhou Jin is now a real test pilot, and he needs to pay close attention to the progress of aircraft manufacturing.

In mid-August, Fucheng took a taxi to the COMAC factory. He first went to the test pilot lounge to say hello to Zhou Jin, and then came to the laboratory.

The sensor glass door automatically opened to both sides when the youth walked one meter in front of the door. The cool air conditioner dissipated the heat of the scorching heat from the outside world, and the refreshing coolness was refreshing. Fucheng walked to the T4 laboratory. After getting along for a month, several familiar experimenters smiled and greeted him when they saw him. Someone came over to introduce him to the latest changes.

Experimenter: "The new test flight is temporarily scheduled for next Tuesday."

Fucheng: "Okay, I see."

The two parties exchanged a few more words, and Fucheng left the laboratory with a thick stack of materials.

The dazzling sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the glass corridor. Because of the air-conditioning, it was a bit less toxic and hot. It just felt brilliant and no longer hot. Fucheng walked forward while flipping through the information. Halfway through, as if he had sensed something in his heart, he raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan walking over from the other side of the corridor.

When the two saw each other, they both stopped.

Eyes met, Fucheng silently looked at the man standing not far away, and Zhuo Huan also looked at him.

After a few seconds, the two approached.

Fucheng greeted first: "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan glanced down at the information in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and said in a loose voice: "Test flight information?"

"Um."

"So many."

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him, and a few seconds later, he said, "Yes."

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, chewing gum casually, staring at him fixedly for a few seconds, and let out a chuckle from his nose. He walked around Fucheng and continued forward. After two steps, he seemed to think of something again. He turned around and said, "Oh, yes, have you eaten?"

Fucheng turned around: "I have eaten it."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him up and down, "Are you losing weight, Fucheng."

In an instant, the gently flowing river in the bottom of my heart suddenly set off a huge wave, hitting the fragile dam, and hit his heart with inexplicable pain.

Fucheng looked at the person in front of him deeply, without blinking, and then smiled and said, "Is there, Teacher Zhuo, are you wrong?"

Zhuo Huan glanced at him: "Oh, maybe. See you next week."

"Okay, see you next week."

Saying goodbye lightly, the two turned and left.

In the quiet and unmanned corridor, the sunlight shone on the marble floor, glowing with undulating brilliance. When he reached the end of the corridor, Fucheng stopped. He stood still, his fingers trembling violently. He looked up at the ceiling and lowered his head again. After a long time, he moved away.

On the other side, he did not see that the person who was supposed to go to the restaurant turned a corner and walked into the smoking room.

Zhuo Huan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, smoking a cigarette, watching Fucheng go downstairs and walk towards the door. He was smoking a cigarette indifferently, white smoke rising in front of him. With the cigarette in his fingers, he leaned slightly against the window until the figure watching the young man disappeared in the corner of the building and was no longer visible. Zhuo Huan gave a light tusk, pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and crushed it forcefully.

After Fucheng returned home, he kept the flight test documents, and it didn't take long before he received a call from Su quietly.

This evening is a reunion of classmates.

This time the class gathering was to help the old classmate raise money. Fucheng was not easy to refuse. Before the party started, he made an anonymous payment to the old classmate’s Alipay account.

In the evening, it was dinner in a five-star hotel.

Not many people came, only two tables. However, everyone was wearing a famous watch and carrying a brand-name leather bag. Fucheng entered the hotel wearing only a normal T-shirt. When he saw these bright and unfamiliar classmates, he suddenly understood something. Throughout the whole party, he always sat quietly on the side, eating by himself with his head down.

There were also old classmates who saw him, talked to him happily, and asked if he remembered himself.

However, Fucheng's attitude was polite and estranged. After speaking a few times, no old classmates would chat with him anymore.

Su Quiet is a socialite in the box. She is very surprised. She drinks very well. She can drink wine with her male classmates and talk about luxury goods with her female classmates.

After a dinner, everyone was blushing, as if everyone was a close friend who hadn't seen him in years.

After the party, everyone called on behalf of the driver.

Fucheng wanted to take a taxi home with his mobile phone, and a soft female voice rang from behind him: "Fucheng..."

Fucheng turned around: "Su Qui?"

The pretty woman had reddened cheeks and was not completely drunk, but she was obviously also slightly drunk. She frowned and said, "Can you take me home."

Fucheng was silent: "I don't have a car."

An old classmate heard the words and said loudly: "Su Ji, I'll take you home, I came by car, Mercedes-Benz."

Su quietly turned around and smiled at him: "No, I just want Fucheng to send me back."

As soon as the words landed, there was an ambiguous roar in the box.

In this noisy environment, Fucheng looked at Su Wei with calm eyes, Su quietly turned her head, her eyes fell into Fucheng's indifferent eyes, and she was suffocated for a moment. After a few seconds, she smiled and blinked: "Fucheng, you won't give me this face, I'm drunk, don't you have the heart to let me go back in the middle of the night by myself."

Fucheng glanced at her silently, then whispered: "Okay."

The classmates laughed loudly.

Fucheng and Su quietly walked out of the box side by side, and when they got downstairs, the express driver who had been called had been waiting for a long time. Fucheng quietly opened the door for Su, and after she entered, he opened the door from the other side and entered.

The car started moving slowly.

The silent carriage was in sharp contrast with the noisy and chaotic boxes just now, and Fucheng looked out the window.

No one knew how long it had passed, when a hoarse female voice sounded: "Fucheng."

Fucheng turned his head to look at her.

In the dim light, the beautiful woman's eyes were slightly red, and she gave him a weak and helpless smile: "Do you hate me very much."

After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "No."

Su quietly laughed at himself: "I was sorry for you at the beginning. I know that in your heart I am a very disgusting woman."

"No, you think too much."

"I'm really sorry for you, I have always regretted what happened back then. But these years..." The voice suddenly rose up, but for some reason, it gradually fell down. Su quietly smiled and said: "All these years, I have been very Miss you. I have never liked a person that much. The day before I got married, I was still wondering if you would suddenly show up and tell me not to get married and take me away."

Seeing the woman smiling, but as if crying, Fucheng opened her lips, but she really didn't know what to say.

Su quietly looked at him: "But when I was getting a divorce, I suddenly saw you on the street again. Do you think this is fate?"

In the dimly lit car, the woman looked at him hopefully.

For a long time, Fucheng avoided her sight: "Sorry."

Su quietly opened her eyes wide, and she turned her head. In the quiet car, the woman's whispering sobbing sounded faintly.

Sending Su quietly to her residential area, Fucheng didn't want to get off the car, but Su Quiet had already wiped away his tears, stood outside the car window, bent down and said with a smile: "Fucheng, walk with me again. I drank too much today, and I feel unsteady."

Fucheng had to get out of the car.

In the cool evening breeze, the two of them were walking in the garden of the community, while Fucheng listened to Su whispering about high school.

"Fucheng, you are really the hardest person I have ever chased! What kind of woman would you like? I am so good-looking and so good to you. I chased you for a semester, a semester! You just agreed. I To tell you secretly, I wanted to give up..."

"Do you remember the hairpin you gave me when we just fell in love for a month? I have been collecting it, and now it's still in the dressing table, and I haven't thrown it away..."

"There are also tickets for the remake of "Titanic" we went to see together, I also keep..."

p Basically, Su Qui was talking alone, and Fucheng listened quietly. Just like ten years ago, when they were students, it was the same.

After talking a lot, Su Wei slowly stopped her voice. After a long time, she asked gently: "Have you ever talked about a girlfriend these years?"

Fucheng glanced at her: "No."

"Then why can't you look at me?"

"..."

"Because I have been married?"

"Feel sorry."

Su quietly stretched out his hand to cover his face, but secretly leaked a gap and looked at Fucheng. A woman, especially a beautiful woman, looks at you with such sad eyes, even the hard-hearted people will feel softhearted.

Su Wei: "Are we really impossible."

Fucheng: "...I'm sorry."

Su quietly laughed. She seemed to be holding back her tears and raising her head: "Then can you kiss me. This is my regret. I never kissed you before, only kissed you on the cheek. You don’t have a girlfriend now, and my long-term relationship shouldn’t be a disadvantage for you. Can you satisfy the simple little wish of your first girlfriend?"

Fucheng was speechless.

Su Qui pretended to be surprised: "Could it be that this is still your first kiss?"

Fucheng was suddenly stunned. Suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, in the cramped room, the man pressed him between his chest and the door panel. Zhuo Huan lowered his head, he raised his head involuntarily, and then they started kissing, kissing frantically. Enthusiasm and love are entangled to death, the kiss is so hot that he suddenly thought of it now, and his lips are also slightly hot.

Su Qui: "Fucheng?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng stretched out his hand and gently hugged the girl in front of him.

"Sorry, I am not suitable for you, you have a better one."

The smile on Su Qi's face froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, she also stretched out her hand to hug the young man. Burying his face on his chest and taking a few deep breaths, Su quietly said in a dumb voice: "Okay."

Sending the girl in memory into the building, Su Ji kept turning around, smiling and waving goodbye to Fucheng. The sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes, everything is exactly the same as in the memory. When she disappeared in the elevator, Fucheng looked down at his palm.

If he hadn't entered UAAG, hadn't the Roger 318 crash five years ago, he thought, maybe he might really be with Su quietly.

If there is no such person as Zhuo Huan.

Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, Fucheng turned around and turned his head down to open the taxi-hailing app, ready to take a taxi home. However, the moment he bowed his head and turned around, his body froze suddenly. Slowly raising his head, he saw a tall, thin, handsome man with a cigarette in his mouth under the moonlight. Zhuo Huan put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand carried the plastic bag of the convenience store, looking at him with low eyes.

The breath was choked for a moment.

After a few seconds, Fucheng put down his cell phone and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhuo, it's such a coincidence."

Zhuo Huan opened the cigarette with his hand, spit out the smoke lightly, and said coldly: "Unfortunately, my house is behind you."

Fucheng: "I send my classmates home, and she also lives here."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I saw it, a very beautiful woman. Is she your first love?"

Fucheng: "Yeah."

Zhuo Huan slowly smiled: "Wow, plan to rekindle the old relationship?"

Fucheng did not answer.

"Living here, your ex-girlfriend is very rich at home. She also looks pretty."

Fucheng: "Are you going to go shopping?"

Zhuo Huan shook the plastic bag in his hand: "Well, do you want to see it."

This scene seemed familiar, and Fucheng slowly opened his mouth.

Zhuo Huan directly answered him: "The condom, I ran out."

a long time.

Fucheng: "Oh. I'm going home first, Teacher Zhuo."

The young man walked towards the gate of the community, and when he walked to the man, a muffled laughter passed into Fucheng's ears through the moist evening breeze.

"It's late."

Fucheng stopped and turned to look at him.

Zhuo Huan was smoking a cigarette, looking at him with low eyes: "It's so late, don't your girlfriend keep you overnight?"

Fucheng smiled softly: "It's not good to stay overnight, she is a girl."

Zhuo Huan: "Conservatism? No sex before marriage?"

As if aware of what he was going to say next, Fucheng didn't say a word and looked at him quietly.

Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "That's a pity, she hasn't seen you look like in bed, but it looks good." Before he said it, his eyes fell into the quiet eyes of the youth, and the mocking words he wanted to say suddenly choked in his throat. inside.

In the cool evening breeze, there was endless silence.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt very boring, he closed his eyes impatiently, and said, "Fucheng."

"Teacher Zhuo, is there anything else?"

Looking at him steadily, countless words piled up in his throat, some cursing, some ironic, some insignificant, some high-sounding. Like the wind, drilled in all directions from every gap. But thousands of words remembered the scene that saw just now, and the tender embrace of the young man was all pale and weak.

For a long time, Zhuo Huan looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed: "When you slept with me, it seemed that you never hugged me so tenderly."

Fingers were pinched into the palm of his palm one by one, Fucheng heard himself asking like this, and his tone was surprised and taken for granted: "I think that love requires gentleness. Teacher Zhuo, isn't it all about passion?"

In the quiet late night, Zhuo Huan took a cigarette slowly.

Zhuo Huan smiled: "Yes, you are very passionate in bed."

Fucheng slowly stopped his smile, his voice calm: "Teacher Zhuo, is there anything else?"

Zhuo Huan: "No."

Fucheng: "Goodbye, Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, goodbye."

Step by step out of this community, walk to the side of the road.

There was a pain in his stomach, and Fucheng slowly squatted down. He stared at the asphalt road with a pale face, silently. Ten minutes later, he stood up and should take a taxi home, but he looked up and saw the convenience store across the road.

The LOGO of the convenience store is the same as the one Zhuo Huan held just now.

Fucked by a ghost, Fucheng walked in. He stood in front of the cash register, looking down at the shelf with sex toys.

After a while, an employee of the convenience store came over: "Sir, what do you want to buy?"

Fucheng slowly raised his finger and pointed it there: "Are these few left."

The employee glanced at it: "Oh this, someone bought a lot before and hasn't restocked it yet. There are others in the warehouse, do you want me to bring it for you."

Fucheng smiled silently, and shook his head.

"no need."