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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Seventy Nine"

weight="139854"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Just before dawn, the phone rang on the bedside table. Subconsciously, he quickly turned off the alarm and continued to sleep. After two seconds, Fu Xiao reacted. She opened her eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling, and realized that she was no longer in England.

she's back.

I just returned home yesterday, and have to wake up early today. My brain is dizzy, but Fu Xiao's spirit is very clear. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, but as soon as she opened the door, she smelled a faint fragrance of rice.

She walked to the restaurant in surprise and happened to have two bowls of porridge in Fucheng and brought them out.

Fu Xiao: "When did you get up?"

Fucheng: "It's half an hour early. Sister, do you have porridge?"

The two siblings sat at the table together to have breakfast.

Watching Fucheng drank the porridge spoon by spoon, Fu Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed not as serious as she thought.

She will never forget the appearance of Fucheng when she first fell ill two years ago. He was so thin that he was almost a bone. When Fu Xiao received the news to pick him up from the army, her brother was as thin as a wood, and his face was almost pale, but he still smiled at her when he saw her, so she didn't have to worry. .

How can you not worry about it!

She took Fucheng and went to many hospitals, including the United States and the United Kingdom. After the situation finally stabilized, she returned to Shencheng and continued to take care of her body.

After eating and changing clothes, Fucheng still hesitated. "Sister, I went to see Dr. Zhao last week and I have already taken the medicine."

Fu Xiao glared at him: "No, come with me to check it out again!"

"……Um."

When arrived at the private hospital, did a CT, an NMR, and then some blood tests. In the afternoon, Fu Xiao took her brother and found Doctor Zhao.

Dr. Zhao is a young doctor in his thirties. Although he is young, he is quite famous in the treatment of anorexia. After carefully reading the film and the laboratory test sheet, he prescribed some medicine and several bottles of nutrient solution. The two brothers and sisters are also acquaintances. Dr. Zhao looked at Fu Xiao, then at Fucheng, and said helplessly: "The recurrence rate of AN is actually not very high, probably only 0.5%-3.7%. Men relapse. The rate is lower. Most of the AN patients I have seen are caused by excessive dieting, so even after a temporary cure, as long as there is an opportunity, there is a possibility of relapse. But Fucheng, you are not, you are because of sudden family members Anorexia caused by death caused extreme depression."

Putting the test sheet aside, Dr. Zhao said: "I have communicated with your sister. My advice is to find a psychiatrist and give some advice. Of course, I mentioned this advice two years ago. I hope you can adopt it this time."

After leaving the hospital, Fu Xiao was still thinking about the doctor's words: "Acheng, why not find a psychiatrist."

Fucheng smiled helplessly when he heard the words: "Sister, you know what I really need is."

Fu Xiao stopped, and after a while, she said: "What if you can never catch Roger 318?"

Fucheng was silent for a moment: "It's okay."

Fu Xiao looked at him, wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

After a busy day at the hospital, seeing a doctor and getting an infusion, it was already evening when the two left.

After taking a taxi back to the community, the two got out of the car at the intersection.

Fucheng carried a black plastic bag with the hospital logo in his hand. Fu Xiao told him to eat well, and opened the mobile phone takeaway software: "Forget it tonight. If it’s too late, just have some takeaway. I’ll wait until tomorrow. I'll cook for you, you know."

Fucheng: "Sister, how long have you been on leave."

Fu Xiao: "Why, one week. But you don't want to run away. If your body still doesn't get better this week, and you still have to vomit, I will take another week off and watch you!"

Fucheng: "..."

Fu Xiao complained: "Hey, I knew I would not use up the annual leave in advance this year. This year, when I spent a few more days on my honeymoon with your brother-in-law, I used up the annual leave together. It's okay now, I originally had seven days of annual leave. , I want to wait for your birthday next month to return home to accompany you. Don’t talk about your birthday now, maybe the holidays are not enough.”

"It's okay, I'm fine, sister, you can go back in two days."

"How about that, I have to look at you, I can't let you continue like this."

Fucheng smiled and bends his eyes with a gentle voice: "I'm not doing anything. You saw it with your own eyes when you came back this time, and you heard from Dr. Zhao today. It's all okay, not that serious. And you never go back, just It’s not good to let my brother-in-law stay in the UK alone. I’m fine. I’ll wait two days..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and the smile on Fucheng's face froze. He looked at the man standing under the street lamp not far away. After two seconds, he turned his head and laughed again and said to Fu Xiao: "Wait for two days. You go back to England."

Fu Xiao also saw the man standing at the gate of the community.

The sky was getting dim, and the street lights on both sides of the street were on. The model-like man was standing on the side of the road, leaning on a Ferrari, with his hands in his pockets, smoking a cigarette and looking up at them. This area is all high-end communities with good greening. In the summer shade, the noisy cicadas rang out in the towering trees. The man put his sunglasses on the neckline of the T-shirt, and his long hair was tied behind his head. He bowed his head slightly, and the fine hair on his forehead fell along his neck, his eyes were silent.

He has been quietly looking at Fucheng.

Fu Xiao: "Are you a friend, Acheng."

After a long time, she heard her younger brother's soft reply: "Yeah."

"Sister, go up first."

Fu Xiao frowned to ask about the situation, but looking at her younger brother's soft eyes, she was silent and nodded: "Okay."

Fu Xiao took the plastic bag of medicine in Fucheng's hand and turned around and entered the community.

Fucheng walked over.

"Teacher Zhuo," his voice was calm, his expression was the same as usual, he asked: "Why are you here."

Zhuo Huan did not answer, but looked at Fu Xiao's back: "Who is that."

Fucheng: "My sister."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, and slowly stood up straight: "You asked for leave today."

Fucheng said indifferently: "Well, I remember I asked you for leave this morning."

"Ask for leave to see a doctor?"

"..."

"What disease?"

Fucheng looked up at him and asked, "Does it have anything to do with you."

Zhuo Huan's eyes moved, his fingers pinched the cigarette, fixedly looking at the young man in front of him. After a long while, he gave a light tusk, and he said: "Come with me." After he said, he threw the smashed cigarette butts into the trash can, and then walked away.

He walked under the street light, step by step away from the light, toward the dark place not illuminated by the street light. He didn't look back, just said that sentence, as if he knew that the people behind him would follow him. However, this time, Fucheng stood still, silently watching Zhuo Huan go further and further.

Zhuo Huan turned his head: "Fucheng."

Fucheng was stunned.

"Why, come here."

"..."

"Deduct your salary."

"……Um."

Fucheng followed.

Because it is surrounded by high-end residential areas, the floor area ratio is very low. Walking along the walking path, soon reached an artificial lake. On the night of August, the evening breeze was mixed with humid heat. It had just rained in the morning, and it was not too stuffy. The smell of mud in the nose was full.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets: "How are your preparations for the test flight next week."

Fucheng: "No problem, I have confirmed it three times."

"Your illness will affect the test flight?"

"will not."

There were dull and repetitive sounds of frogs in the artificial lake, no one spoke, and the air was silent for a moment.

After a while, Zhuo Huan asked: "What is your illness?"

Fucheng slowly raised his head, his gaze suddenly fell into a cold and clear eye. His throat seemed to be choked, and words were difficult to speak. For a long time, he quietly said: "It's not a serious illness, and it has nothing to do with you."

The two took a few more steps.

Zhuo Huan: "How did you get anorexia?"

His pupils shrank, Fucheng turned his head to look at him in surprise. The next moment, he squeezed his fingers, turned and left, Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, and then grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing, Fucheng!"

"Is there something to do with you?!"

Seeing the cold and angry gaze of the youth, Zhuo Huan suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, he irritably asked: "Am I the fucking caring about you?"

Fucheng: "When do I need your care?"

Zhuo Huan clenched Fucheng's wrist tightly and laughed angrily: "You fucking have..." Are you sick!

The next two words were not spoken, and he was drowned in the red eyes of the youth.

The heart paused silently, and the thousands of flavors that flooded down like a flood quickly spread in my heart. Irritability, helplessness, anger, regret, too many unfamiliar feelings that have never been felt before, all burst out, Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng's red eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Fucheng turned around and left.

He still held his wrist tightly.

"The last time you vomited in the bathroom, it wasn't because you felt disgusting to kiss me..." It should be an affirmative and confident tone, but in the end, Zhuo Huan was silent for a while and added two words: "Right?"

Fucheng didn't look back. For a long time, he replied in a dull voice: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan: "What the hell is going on, that illness."

Fucheng shook his hand vigorously, and walked away.

"……Hold!"

The man strode up and took his hand again: "Nie Xiang said that your illness is related to Roger 318. It is because of Roger 318? That victim named Fu?"

A huge anger suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart. Fucheng raised his head to look at him, and asked fiercely, "Don’t you know? You’ll remember everything you’ve seen three times. You’ve always known that my family is here. On that plane, you knew it from the beginning, now you come to ask me?"

Zhuo Huan pursed his lips slightly, still asking, "...is your father?"

Fucheng smiled, his eyes were red, and word by word squeezed out from his teeth: "Yes, you know everything. Yes, my father died in the plane crash and my mother was on it. I got anorexia. , You know all this. And I just slept with you and was fucked by you, so I am not qualified to point fingers at you, not qualified to control your life. What about you, Zhuo Huan? Are you sick! What do you care about me, does my business have anything to do with you?"

Zhuo Huan was speechless for the first time and looked at him in a daze.

One finger after another, he broke the man's hand away from his wrist. Fucheng looked at him without blinking. He could humiliate him in the same way again, but he looked at this man’s face... …

Can't say it.

Fucheng was silent.

He lowered his head, his expression blocked by the hanging hair.

After a long time, he seemed to calm down.

The evening breeze blew by, Fucheng: "Well, my anorexia is due to the Roger 318 air crash. At first it was just a backlog of emotions. Later, when it was confirmed that the plane was no longer salvaged and the investigation was ended, it suddenly broke out." , He raised his head and asked: "...Is there anything else, Teacher Zhuo?"

The young man's eyes were quiet and calm, like a pool of stagnant water, looking at him without any fluctuations.

Zhuo Huan opened his lips and did not speak.

Fucheng glanced at him deeply, and stepped away.

He walked one meter or two meters, going further and further. Zhuo Huan just watched, and suddenly, he gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Fucheng!"

As if hearing nothing, Fucheng continued to move forward.

Zhuo Huan caught up and blocked his way: "Fucheng!"

Turning around the person in front of him, the youth looked calm, like a puppet holding money. When the heart is dead, there will be no more heartbeats, no more hurt, no more sad.

Zhuo Huan followed him: "Don't be like this."

What else?

Suddenly, he was thinking, what is going on with him, what is Zhuo Huan wanting him to do.

"Don't do this, okay." Holding the young man's arm, Zhuo Huan said dumbly.

Fucheng slowly raised his head and looked at the man with red eyes and a hoarse voice. For a long time, he said, "Actually, I have never told anyone. My parents shouldn't get on that flight. I suggested They changed the flight. They were going to be on the early morning flight of the next day. I told them that my teacher was on Roger 318, and he was the captain of Roger 318. My dad said, that's just right, he can Change the flight so that when I pick them up at the airport, I can meet and gather with the teacher."

Word by word, Fucheng spoke softly, as if only talking about a trivial matter.

Tears fell.

He cried quietly, thought about it, and asked Zhuo Huan: "I killed them?"

The heart stopped beating at this moment.

The rusty blunt knife grinds the flesh and blood of his heart at once. Never in a moment has he ever felt sorry for someone or loved someone like this. Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and hugged the thin and thin young man into his arms. In his ear, he said with a gentle voice, "It's not you."

Fucheng: "Do you think the Roger 318 crash has something to do with Captain Qi Zhifeng?"

Suddenly realizing who Qi Zhifeng is, Zhuo Huan: "No one is guilty before seeing the wreckage of the plane and finding the truth. I have never doubted the possibility of the captain committing suicide."

Fucheng: "Oh, I doubted it."

Zhuo Huan was startled, bowed his head to look at Fucheng. Young Junxiu’s beautiful face didn’t show any expression, he quietly raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Huan, and said, “Do you want to know why I got anorexia? I’ll tell you. Because, I killed my parents. .Because in the years after the air crash, I doubted more than once whether the captain, who had died of his son, his wife was seriously injured, and was in debt, could not stand the mental pressure, and chose to commit suicide by taking the plane. Even this People are my mentors, even if this person is the person I have most admired, he treats me so well... But I doubt him, I doubt him more than once."

"Zhuo Huan, I am disgusting, I am disgusting myself."

"So, I dare not go to see a psychologist, I dare not tell anyone."

"Don't you want to know, then I'll tell you." Pushing away from the person's arms, Fucheng looked at him and said: "You said, I pretend to look good on the surface, but what kind of look is it? People, I know it myself. Yes, you are right. I am disgusting. I am a disgusting person."

If he had finished saying these words casually, Fucheng looked calm and stepped away.

"Fucheng..."

The man's hoarse voice sounded on the quiet trail.

The wrist was pulled from behind, and the next moment, it was a tightly suffocated kiss.

When the tongue touched, the sour taste of the tears at the corner of the mouth rolled on the tongue.The bitter smell of smoke in the man's mouth eroded all the sense of touch. There was a moment of astonishment. Slowly, Fucheng closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue to kiss back.He breathed tangledly, his saliva made a tsk, and he kissed this person in the warm night breeze, until he was about to suffocate, then let go.

Opening his lips and panting, Fucheng was hugged into his arms before he recovered.

Zhuo Huan picked up his chin and forced him to look at himself.

Eyes meet, silence for a few seconds.

Zhuo Huan: "Come back."

Fucheng: "Where are you going back?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Together."

Fucheng moved his lips.

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and said softly: "...I love you."