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Chapter Seventy-Eight
The hoarse voice sounded softly, Fucheng turned around and slowly raised his head to look at this person.
"Where are you going back?"
Zhuo Huan was speechless, he looked at the young man's beautiful eyes, bowed his head and kissed his eyelashes. The voice is unusually soft, it should be difficult to speak, so I can only kiss the brows and eyes of the person in my arms, while whispering in a low voice: "Okay, go back to my house. You can do that too."
Fucheng turned his head to avoid his kiss.
Zhuo Huan stopped his movements.
After a long silence, Zhuo Huan asked, "Do you really want to be with that woman outside?"
Fucheng raised his eyes: "No."
Zhuo Huan slowly smiled, "What are you trying to do, Fucheng."
He lowered his head and didn't know what to say. After a long time, the young man turned and pressed the doorknob. The moment he opened the door, there was just a crisp clicking sound, and Zhuo Huan pushed the palm of his hand and closed the door again with a bang. One hand pressed firmly against the door, and the other held Fucheng's wrist, pulling him back.
"Don't you fucking do this!"
Fucheng: "Are you stalking every gun friend so hard!"
All the words choked in his throat at once.
"No." Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and looked at him, "You are the only one."
The world was silent for a moment, and Fucheng slowly raised his head to look at him, but when he saw the man's face clearly, some resurged heart was silently crushed.
Zhuo Huan's eyes are still so self and arrogant. He seemed to just say it casually, or even if it was a stalker, he added a noun at the end. friends with benefits.
If there had ever been the courage to fight against the starlight moths, then at this moment, Fucheng really felt tired.
He really doesn't have the strength to ask this person actively again, to understand this person, even if it's just a little bit.
In the quiet and narrow space, the body is close to each other, and the warm breath is also tightly entangled. The breath merged into one, as if they had returned to half a year ago. They were in that apartment, separated by a thin door panel, just like now, and they involuntarily kissed the person in front of them.
In a similar situation, Zhuo Huan's eyes were entangled, and Zhuo Huan's lips moved, and he involuntarily lowered his head, just as before.
Fucheng opened his lips, almost abandoning himself, and greeted him.
The lips touched, the extremely familiar fiery heat and exhalation, ambiguously entangled. Tongues suck and bite each other and occupy, Zhuo Huan is holding Fucheng's face, his nose is full of sweet and sour verbena scent. It was too familiar, and the heart that had been restless for a long time also calmed down. He closed his eyes, gradually strengthened his strength, and kissed the man in front of him earnestly.
However, the next moment, a powerful force pushed him away.
Zhuo Huan was caught off guard and was pushed against the wall. Before he could see what was going on, Yu Guangzhong saw Fucheng quickly run to the pool. Then, there was an abrupt and harsh retching sound.
In the dimly lit bathroom, Fucheng put his hands on both sides of the sink, and he almost vomited all his internal organs, constantly vomiting. After a minute, the sound finally stopped. Fucheng didn't vomit anything. When he retched, Zhuo Huan stood by and watched silently.
Until Fucheng wiped his lips with a tissue, as if to wipe off all the dirt on his lips, he wiped his lips red.
"Fucheng..."
Fucheng raised his head.
"Are you fucking sick!"
The man stood in the corner, in the shadow of the light. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, word by word popped out between his teeth: "What the fuck do you mean?"
There was not a trace of ups and downs in the cold heart, the person looking at the mirror in Fucheng had calm eyes, but did not speak.
"Hold!"
"are you crazy?"
Reaching out his hand to stroke the hair scattered in front of his forehead, Zhuo Huan strode in the bathroom. He was very irritable, and the spirit of not sleeping for almost two months finally reached the point of collapse at this moment, the moment when they vomited in the second after they kissed. Breathing more and more quickly, his teeth clenched, he stopped and looked at the young man.
The sharp words all reached the lips, but just when they were about to blurt out.
Zhuo Huan took a deep breath. He glanced at Fucheng and slammed the door out.
The door frame slammed and shook.
Five minutes later, Fucheng returned to his seat. Su quietly looked at him in surprise and smiled: "Why have been to Fucheng for so long, Fucheng, I went to the toilet to look for you, but I didn't find it. By the way, how about Mr. Zhuo?"
Fucheng sat down: "I went out and talked with him for a while, and he left a bit beforehand."
Su Quietly asked, "Then what did he buy?"
Fucheng opened the plastic bag and looked at it, only some chocolate and yogurt. "It's okay, it shouldn't matter."
Su quietly nodded.
By coincidence, neither of them mentioned Zhuo Huan again. After eating a meal, when the bill was settled, Zhuo Huan had already settled the bill in advance.
Fucheng: "I feel a little sick. I may not be able to move with you this afternoon."
Su quietly stunned: "Ah, okay. What's wrong with you, Fucheng, do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"
"no need."
"Really not necessary?"
"It's just a small problem."
"Well, then you pay attention to your body. See you another day."
"goodbye."
Sending Su quietly into the community, Fucheng drove a car. He calmly got out of the car, took the elevator, and took out the key to open the door.
The door clicked shut behind him.
The thin young man leaned against the door, and he stretched out his hand to cover his face. His palm was soaked with cold water stains, tears overflowed from his fingers, and he slowly squatted down.
When Fucheng stood up again, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
He first went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then the familiar nausea surged from the depths of his body. He vomited vigorously, worse than every time in the past two months, and he vomited all the things he had just eaten at noon. But this is not enough. In the end, it is a mechanical physiological response.
No one knows how long it took, and all this finally ended and returned to peace.
...
The next day was Monday. When Fucheng arrived at the COMAC laboratory, he heard a laboratory assistant say: "Ms. Zhuo doesn't seem to be coming today."
Another person asked: "What's the situation?"
The experimenter replied: "I went to Wu Gong's office this morning to hear. Mr. Zhuo had been busy with CR939 project for two months, and hadn't slept well and was very tired every day. Today he directly took leave and rested. One day. Wu Gong has long felt that he should rest."
"Teacher Zhuo is really hard. I've seen it before. He looks very haggard."
As if not hearing anything, Fucheng continued to follow up the flight simulation experiment.
When the next day came, Zhuo Huan came.
When the chief designer Wu saw him, he couldn't help but said: "Would you like to take two more days off? I think you are not enough for one day off, so let's take a rest."
Zhuo Huan said lightly: "No need. How was the wind tunnel test data yesterday?"
Fucheng just walked in, as if he hadn't seen him, Zhuo Huan continued to dock the final experimental data with Wu Hui.
Zhuo Huan: "For the test flight next Thursday, Fucheng, we will simulate three times on the computer. Remember all the data inflection points and the essentials of the action."
Fucheng: "Okay."
In the process of manufacturing an airplane, the designer is undoubtedly the most tiring. And the person in charge of everything and piloting for everyone has no time to rest.
It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when Fucheng left the Maifei factory, but he knew that these designers had to work overtime until late at least.
After taking a taxi back to the city, Fucheng entered the community. He took out the key, opened the door, bent over to change shoes. Suddenly he caught a pair of red high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack, and Fu Cheng was slightly stunned. In the next second, he didn't need to think too much, a shadow directly blocked his light.
Fucheng raised his head: "...Sister?"
A short-haired woman in overalls has arms around her chest, pursing her lips, and staring at Fucheng.
Fucheng looked at her blankly: "Why are you back?"
Fu Xiao looked at his younger brother. The loose T-shirt in summer made her almost unable to see whether this person was thinner or fatter, but she knew that her brother was thinner and a lot thinner.
Biting her lip, Fu Xiao was angry and sad. She pressed her anger: "Why are you hiding it from me."
Fucheng was stunned.
Fu Xiao: "I'm asking you something! Fucheng, why did it relapse and still hide it from me?"
Understanding what the other party meant, Fucheng lowered his head and responded in silence.
Fu Xiao was very angry: "If it weren't for Dr. Zhao to find me and tell me you will go and get medicine from him again, Fucheng, how long will you keep hiding from me? Look up at me! Fucheng, I'm asking you something!"
Fucheng still lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
Fu Xiao: "You’ve been like this since you were a kid, and you don’t say anything! I have always regarded you as your own brother, and your parents have always regarded you as your own son. Fucheng, what are you doing? Why do you have to carry everything by yourself? !" She cried out of anger and stretched out her hand to wipe the tears.
Hearing her crying, Fucheng hurriedly took the paper and handed it over.
Fu Xiao said while wiping tears, "Why, what's unhappy, you promised, you must tell my sister. What are you doing without me, I am your relative."
Fucheng dumbly said, "I'm sorry..."
Fu Xiao looked at him like this, sad and angry, but more, still distressed.
"Acheng." Fu Xiao's tears couldn't stop after reaching out and hugging his younger brother.
Fucheng hugged her silently: "...I'm sorry, there is no next time."
Although I always feel that I am strong, I am a strong woman to the outside world and don't like crying. But this time when he learned that Fucheng was ill again, Fu Xiao couldn't help it. When Dr. Zhao called her, she had no time to go home, so she booked the nearest flight and flew home.
Seeing how Fucheng was cleaning up the room with him, Fu Xiao wiped the wetness from the corner of his eyes and remembered many things.
Fucheng is actually not her own brother, not even her cousin, they are just relatives with the same surname far away.
That year, she was only nine years old. Suddenly her parents took a seven-year-old boy home and told her, "Xiaoxiao, this is your brother. His name is Fucheng."
Fucheng looked very good when he was a child, and he liked it at first glance. Fu Xiao does not reject this younger brother, but this younger brother always likes to be alone. After doing homework every day, help family with housework, and never want to be idle. Obedient and sensible, with good grades, so parents often compare Fucheng with her, asking her to study hard.
It stands to reason that she should be angry, and suddenly a stranger popped up to share her parents with her. But she couldn't get angry, because Fucheng was so kind to her. No matter what is delicious, give it to her first. Someone bullied her, Fucheng was obviously shorter than her, but he wanted to stand in front of her.
Sometimes she felt that she was not her sister, but Fucheng's sister.
Later, when I waited a little bit, I heard about Fucheng from my parents. Only then did Fu Xiao understand why this younger brother never likes to talk about himself, and keeps everything hidden in his heart every time.
"Xiaoxiao, Xiaocheng has a hard life. His parents died early, and his grandparents were gone for a long time. He didn't have any close relatives, just a cousin, a cousin, and he refused to ask him. You treat him better, he has been wronged a lot, don't always bully him."
Later, Fu Xiao thought that the reason why Fucheng had been refusing to tell them something was probably because he didn't want to trouble them.
Just like five years ago, after parents had an accident. She was the saddest one who cried. She cried so much that her tears were dry. Almost all the affairs of her parents were done by Fucheng alone. At that time, relatives said from behind that Fucheng was indeed not his biological, and his parents didn't see much sadness after they left.
Even she did it for that.
Until two years ago, when the investigation team suddenly announced that it would no longer investigate the Roger 318 air crash, Fucheng suddenly became ill.
Anorexia, can't eat anything, even vomits when drinking water. He really couldn't hold it, he was getting thinner, and he was too thin to hide, only to be discovered by Fu Xiao. Only then did she know that her younger brother was very sad, but he didn't say anything, and carried him silently. Even after three years, even she walked out, Fucheng still stayed there, never came out.
So she immediately helped Fucheng go through the retirement procedures and took him to find several doctors. After half a year of treatment, he was cured.
In the evening, after finishing the house, Fu Xiao cooked porridge.
At the table, the siblings drank porridge together.
Watching Fucheng carefully and taking two sips of porridge, Fu Xiao was relieved: "At what stage is it about now, can I have a meal? How often do I vomit?"
Fucheng was silent and put down the bowl: "Take it out once a day or two."
Fu Xiao's eyes widened: "It's already like this? Did you chew seven times at a time and remember to swallow, as Dr. Zhao said?"
"Have."
The anger that had already disappeared rolled into his heart again. But looking at his handsome and well-behaved brother in front of him, Fu Xiao could only say, "Okay, it's not the most serious time yet. I have already made an appointment with Dr. Zhao, and I will go to see the doctor tomorrow."
"Um……"
After a while, Fu Xiao asked softly: "Why did you get sick this time, Acheng, can you tell my sister?"
After a long silence, Fucheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't want to say, it should be a little sad."
"Yeah." I had guessed that my brother wouldn't say it, and Fu Xiao didn't force it. "
At night, after chatting with his brother for a while, Fu Xiao went back to the room to sleep.
She did not fall asleep. She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with her eyes open for a while. Fu Xiao took out her mobile phone, found a name in the address book, and made a call.
"Hello, head Nie? Hello, hello, I am Fu Xiao, do you remember me, I am Fucheng's sister, we met two years ago..."
"Well, that's the case, I want to ask if you know if something happened to Roger 318, such as something that has been found, but it has not been disclosed to the public."
"No? Oh yes, thank you."
"It's okay, it's just that Acheng is sick again. I will ask him to ask for leave tomorrow and take him to see."
"Ah, it's all right, don't worry, I'm back, I will take him to the doctor."
"You are going to the place where he currently works tomorrow, just to help him take a leave? How embarrassed, thank you. Thank you for your care over the years, thank you very much..."
The next day, when Head Nie came to the COMAC factory, he first went to the test pilot lounge. Talked to the two little guys for a while and gave a spur. Then, Head Nie came to the laboratory. Zhuo Huan was not there when he came. Although he only had to talk to Wu Hui or someone casually, he still wanted to talk to Zhuo Huan.
After waiting for a few minutes, Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu entered the laboratory together.
Head Nie walked over immediately: "You can count it. Mr. Zhuo Huan, your subordinate, Fucheng has something to do today. If you want to ask for a leave, I will tell you."
Chief designer Wu held up the frame and said in surprise: "We have known about this, Old Nie, Xiao Fu called in the morning to ask for leave."
Head Nie was taken aback: "Ah, did he say it all by himself? Hey, I thought he didn't say he was going to take time off to see a doctor."
Zhuo Huan paused slightly and raised his eyes from the experimental data in his hand.