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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty"

weight="139865"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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There are not many vehicles on the road, the dense and lush camphor trees cover the sky, and the dimly yellow street lights fall through the gaps in the leaves to the ground, forming a mottled light and shadow.

When Zhuo Huan and Fucheng walked back, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The two walked side by side, and when they reached the gate of the community, they saw that the Ferrari parked on the side of the road had a white ticket posted abruptly on the window. After approaching, Zhuo Huan gave a soft tut and tore off the ticket.

After getting in the car, Zhuo Huan pressed the window and looked up at the young man outside the car.

Fucheng stood by the car, looking down at him. The elegant brows turned against the warm light behind him, and outlined Jiao Hao Junya's face. He looked at Zhuo Huan quietly, his eyes calm and peaceful.

Zhuo Huan: "Will you continue to ask for leave tomorrow."

Fucheng: "My sister wants me to stay at home for a few more days."

"Oh." Zhuo Huan paused, "I know a few better doctors in the United States."

"It's okay, it's not very serious."

Zhuo Huan glanced at his thin wrist, as if there still remained between his fingers the touch that was felt by the high raised wrist bone when he pulled the wrist just now. "Fucheng." He stretched out his hand.

Fu Cheng was slightly stunned.

In the carriage, the man leaned against the window, looked up at him seriously, and reached out his hand.

Fucheng stretched out his hand to hold him.

Zhuo Huan: "Keep your head down a little bit."

Fucheng lowered his head, as if he had foreseen it a long time ago, when the man raised his head and kissed him, Fucheng opened his lips and kissed back gently. The kiss was ambiguous and entangled, but it was also very short. After separating his lips, Zhuo Huan held his hand and looked down at the slightly open T-shirt collar, but Fucheng had already stood up straight and let go of his hand.

"Go to COMAC the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Fucheng nodded. He didn't want to take three consecutive days off, "I will go the day after tomorrow."

The two said a few more words, and Zhuo Huan closed the window and stepped on the accelerator to leave. As he left, Fucheng saw him lighting a cigarette in the car. Without turning around and leaving at the first moment, Fucheng stood in place, watching the car gradually drive away. The street lights and neon shops on both sides of the road made his eyes a little confused.

He couldn't tell the feeling in his heart, hesitated and at a loss, he walked home all the way home.

When returned home, heard the sound of splashing water in the bathroom as soon as opened the door. didn't expect Fu Xiao to be taking a shower.

Fucheng returned to his room and buried his face deeply in his palm. Suddenly, I heard the phone ticking, took it over and took a look.

[Zhuo Huan: Have you ever said that you like me? 】

Time stopped suddenly.

The next moment, the word "Zuo Huan" flashed on the phone screen, and Fucheng subconsciously pressed the answer button. The man's low voice came through the electric current, and at first he was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Answer the phone so quickly?

Fucheng: "Just picked up the phone."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh." Just listening to this voice can imagine him smoking a cigarette, his face calm and dying, "Have you seen any news from me."

"..."

"Since when did you like me?"

Fucheng didn't react at once: "Have I said I like you?"

Zhuo Huan: "Do you think I'm blind."

"..."

After a few seconds, just as Zhuo Huan was about to speak again, Fucheng's voice rang: "Teacher Zhuo, I remember you seem to be short-sighted."

"what?"

"You wear glasses, you often see them at work."

"Yes, how."

"Oh, nothing, but I am not short-sighted."

Civil aviation pilots can be nearsighted, but air force pilots will never be nearsighted, and they have excellent vision.

Zhuo Huan: "What?"

Fucheng's voice was calm: "So if you have to say it, your eyes may not be very good."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Hold.

Zhuo Huan asked him: "Tsk, dare you to make fun of me?"

After being reminded, I realized that he seemed to be in a much happier mood. Fucheng slowly reduced the smile on his face and said calmly, "No."

Zhuo Huan said meaningfully, just about to speak, Fucheng suddenly said quickly: "My sister is here, let's hang up first."

"...?"

The next second, a beeping busy tone came from the phone. Uncle Zhuo, who had just returned home, glanced at the darkened mobile phone screen, and after a while, he said in disbelief.

Fucheng hangs up his phone!

He was hung up by someone else for the first time in his life!

It stands to reason that you should call back at this time. No matter what his sister is not his sister. But Zhuo Huan looked at the phone, snorted coldly, threw the phone on the sofa, changed his clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

On the other side, after hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Fucheng immediately hung up Zhuo Huan's phone. It didn't take long for Fu Xiao to knock on the door.

After opening the door, Fu Xiao wiped her hair: "Acheng, the food is in the kitchen, do you want to eat?"

Fucheng nodded: "Well, I will eat later."

Fu Cheng puts the dishes in the kitchen into the Weibo stove to heat up. When he sat at the table and started eating, Fu Xiao also blew out his hair. She went to the dining table and pulled a chair to sit down, seemingly bowing her head and playing with her mobile phone, but in fact she was supervising the meal in Fucheng.

Fu Xiao: "After eating, don't forget to take medicine."

Fucheng: "...good."

After drinking all the porridge and taking the medicine, Fucheng cleaned up the dishes on the table, and saw Fu Xiao suddenly said while looking at the phone without raising his eyes: "Your friend seemed a bit familiar just now. "

There was a pause in the hands of clearing the chopsticks, and Fucheng looked up at her.

As if just casually speaking, Fu Xiao raised his eyes from the phone: "Did I meet him?"

There was silence, Fucheng: "Well, he is Zhuo Huan. Sister, do you still remember."

"The investigator of Roger 318?"

"right."

"It really is him."

Just after the Roger 318 air crash five years ago, Zhuo Huan joined the investigation team. At that time, he was not the person in charge of the investigation team, and the families of the victims were still in grief and were not in the mood to take care of the accident investigation. But afterwards, slowly, they were paying attention to the follow-up of the air crash every minute and every second, and they also met Zhuo Huan, who was in charge of the accident investigation.

Fu Xiao still remembers that the NTSB held a press conference two years ago. At that time, she was on a business trip in Australia and couldn't spare any time, so Fucheng went to the scene alone.

No one knew at the time that the press conference this time was announcing that Roger 318 would no longer be salvaged and the investigation would be stopped.

Knowing this afterwards, Fu Xiao was shocked and anguished. Before he could feel more sad, he received news from the army that Fucheng was ill.

Fu Xiao: "Two years ago, the NTSB announced that it would no longer salvage the wreckage of the aircraft. He was the spokesperson."

Fucheng asked in surprise: "Do you remember?"

Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Why don't you remember. Don't you hate him very much, Acheng."

After a long silence, Fucheng asked, "Is there any?"

Fu Xiao: "Why not. Every time I was sad and painful before, you comforted me and said that there was a particularly powerful person who was investigating the plane crash of my parents. If it was him, he would definitely be able to find out. But that time After the press conference, you never mentioned that person's name to me again. Isn't that person Zhuo Huan."

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Fucheng looked at his sister, and countless pictures flashed in his heart.

Finally, he sat down and said, "Yes, I was really disappointed in him at that time. In fact, I knew it was not his problem. He certainly did not decide to give up the salvage alone. This is the US government, airlines, and aircraft manufacturers. The decision made by the business together, and in fact, intellectually speaking, it is really too difficult to salvage Roger 318."

After things have been so long, people always have to continue to live, Fu Xiao also looked away. Unlike five years ago, it was almost impossible to mention the air crash. Now although she is uncomfortable, she can say: "Well, but knowing and understanding are the same thing. I really don't want to just give up like that and never leave it."

Looking at the sad and helpless expression of her sister, Fucheng said, "Sister, there may actually be a chance."

"what?"

"Teacher Zhuo...it is Zhuo Huan, he is still looking for Roger 318."

Fu Xiao widened his eyes in surprise, and opened his lips slightly.

Fucheng squeezed his fingers: "Actually, he has never cared about it. He has always cared about the plane crash. Therefore, he has also been spending money privately to salvage it."

One night, Fu Xiao listened to his brother talking about what had happened in the past year.

Only then did she know that in addition to the families of the victims, there are still people who have not given up on Roger 318.

She listened to Fucheng softly saying that she was transferred to UAAG a year ago, and joined Zhuo Huan and others to investigate various air crashes. Then she knew that Zhuo Huan had never given up on the Roger 318, and even in order to salvage the plane, he Nearly bankrupt.

Looking at her younger brother's gentle and calm face, Fu Xiao's heart moved, she seemed to realize something.

Fu Xiao: "Acheng, I thought you always hated this Zhuo Huan."

The voice stopped. After a long time, Fucheng replied: "Well. Because there is too much expectation and trust in him, so Dang Zhuo suddenly announced that he will no longer salvage Roger 318. I am a little sad. Reason tells me this. It had nothing to do with him, but I just couldn't help but blame him. But then I learned that I had misunderstood Teacher Zhuo, and he was more respectable than I thought."

Looking at Fucheng steadily, after a long while, Fu Xiao smiled and said: "Acheng, you seem to like him very much."

Fucheng was stunned. After a few seconds, he stood up: "Sister, I'm going to wash the dishes."

"good."

While washing the dishes, Fucheng closed his eyes, and two years ago appeared before his eyes.

He was standing at the end of the crowd holding the admission card of the victim's family.

The camera clicked and the flash light illuminated the conference hall like daylight. His heart hung in his throat, his heart thumped, and his chest panicked.

Every family member of the victims who came to the press conference realized that, three years later, today, what will happen to the NTSB press conference.

Also doomed what will happen.

Then, the man's cold to almost cruel voice, through the sound, reached the ears of everyone present.

"I announce that on June 13, 2019, the Rogue Airlines Flight 318 accident will stop all investigations."

The breathing stopped at that moment.

There were crying and crying in the venue.

Blood coagulation, bitterly cold disappointment and unbelief make Fucheng like an ice cellar. He couldn't hear any more in his mind, he tried his best to break apart the crowd, wanted to see that person with his own eyes, and wanted to verify that it was not the person who gave up the investigation. However, when he exhausted all his strength and finally saw the man's first glance through the crowd, he stopped.

This is the first time he has been so close, looking at Zhuo Huan.

The cold and indifferent eyes glanced at him casually, and did not stay for a second. Zhuo Huan's eyes were full of irritability and impatience. This noisy environment and the continual problems of reporters made his slender eyebrows frown. Fingers inserted into the short hair. Finally, Zhuo Huan patted the table and stood up. He tore off the investigation team's ID hanging on his neck, smashed it on the table, and walked away.

When he left, he happened to pass by Fucheng.

Fucheng slowly raised his head, watching the man endure the irritability and hostility in his eyes, step by step, and then step by step and then go away.

Then, the NTSB spokesperson stood up and said: "The investigation has been terminated, and all investigators have withdrawn from the Roger 318 investigation team from this moment, including the head of the investigation team Mr. Patrick. Any questions you can ask me."

It was like knowing that he shouldn't doubt the teacher, but he couldn't help it. He was a disgusting and gloomy person. He had viciously suspected more than once that it was the teacher who kidnapped the plane and committed suicide.

Just like knowing that Zhuo Huan should not be responsible for the crash, he was not the cause of the crash.

However, that was Zhuo Huan.

Why is Zhuo Huan?

I once supported all the hopes on this person, and every time collapsed in despair over the past three years, would remember this person's name in heart, and then live with courage. He piled up endless hope into a tower, and the ruins in his heart were the cornerstones paved into tall towers, supporting him to survive the 1095 days.

At that moment, hope was poured into a sharp and cold sword, which pierced his heart, stabbing him to bloody flesh and torn to pieces.

Faith completely collapsed.

Closing his eyes, Fucheng took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he closed the faucet.

Dr. Zhao said that he should go to a psychiatrist. He still needs medicine for his heart disease. He can only recover from the crash. But in fact, he didn't need to find a psychiatrist at all. He always knew what he was guilty of and what he was avoiding.

"Acheng."

Fucheng turned around and saw Fu Xiao standing by the kitchen door and asking him: "Why is the internet at home broken, can you fix it?"

Fucheng wiped his hands: "The internet is down? I'll go and see."

Life always has to go on, and he has more reasons to live.

After two days of recuperation at home, after getting permission from her sister, Fucheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a taxi to the COMAC factory.

There were only three days left before the sixth test flight. After returning to COMAC, Fucheng immediately followed the laboratory's progress to learn about the latest changes in aircraft parts data.

During lunch, Fucheng brought his own lunch box. When he was seen by a familiar experimenter, he was surprised and asked, "Major Fu, did you cook your own meal?"

Fucheng glanced at the bento on the table and smiled: "No, my sister did it."

Experimenter: "Wow, your sister is so amazing, so rich."

After a few more words, a few experimenters went to have a meal, Fucheng lowered his head and ate the balanced nutrition in the lunch box, suddenly a shadow fell in front of his eyes, he was slightly stunned, and before he raised his eyes, a thin hand directly squeezed it. Pick up a chicken nugget from his lunch box.

Zhuo Huan chewed twice and raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks good, but it tastes not good."

Fucheng: "..."

When Zhuo Huan was about to reach out to steal the vegetables, Fu Cheng took the lunch box aside, making Zhuo Huan's hand froze in midair.

Zhuo Huan: "What are you doing, I'll just take two bites, and I'm not allowed to take it?"

Fucheng raised his eyes to look at him, and said word by word: "No."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Laughter from his nose, Zhuo Huan: "I am in your heart. Isn't it important than your sister's cooking?"

Fucheng was really angry this time, so he ignored him, bowed his head and continued to eat.

Zhuo Huan: "Really angry?"

Fucheng still lowered his head.

Zhuo Huan: "Hey, it's really not very good. I did much better than this."

Fucheng raised his head: "......?"

"You do not believe?"

"Do not believe."

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Wow, you come to my house on weekends and let you see if your sister's cooking is not delicious." After that, Zhuo Huan reached out and took the food in the Fucheng lunch box again. Avoid it with a lunch box.

Zhuo Huan: "..."

"Fuck, you are all mine, what happened to me eating your food?"

Fucheng looked at him and said indifferently: "People can be yours, but you still can't eat."

Zhuo Huan laughed angrily at him, got up to leave, and suddenly realized what Fucheng said, he sat back again. With one hand on his chin, he looked at the young man across the table and asked casually: "Since when did you like me, Fucheng."

Fucheng ignored him.

Seeing his appearance, Zhuo Huan smiled lightly, and didn't bother to tease him anymore, and opened his mouth directly: "I'm hungry."

Fucheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and gave him a potato shred.

Zhuo Huan: "...Fuck."

Uncle Zhuo really patted the table and left.

However, this time he was leaving not only because of Qifu City, but also because something went wrong in the laboratory, which required him to go back and have a look. When returning to the laboratory, Fucheng thought for a while and went to the dining bar to buy a sandwich.

The automatic sensor door opened in front of him. After returning to the laboratory, Fucheng saw Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu standing in front of a white board from a distance, and the two loudly refuted each other's views as if arguing. Halfway through, Zhuo Huan cursed in a low voice, picked up the marker directly from the table, quickly drew a model of the upper surface of the wing on the whiteboard, and then filled the formula smoothly.

Fucheng walked over and put the hot sandwiches on the table.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him, then turned to discuss the improvement of the new airfoil with Wu Hui.

"If you want to change this way, the ultimate load factor of the aircraft is definitely not enough. The design dive equivalent airspeed Vd must be equal to or greater than 130% of the design cruise equivalent airspeed Vc..."

Time passed day by day, and soon entered September.

COMAC's sixth test flight was very successful, but it still did not get flight data that satisfies the designer team.

A few days later, Fu Xiao was going back to England.

At the airport in Shencheng, Fu Xiao looked at her brother and sighed helplessly: "It will be your birthday in a few days. I originally wanted to stay in the country to accompany you before leaving, but there is something going on at the company. Acheng, I You have to eat well after you leave, don’t you know, you can eat well when I am not allowed, you will make trouble again as soon as I leave."

"..." Fucheng said dumbly: "I didn't make trouble."

Fu Xiao blamed him: "You just don't make trouble. Since childhood, when will you be able to learn from others and make trouble more. Also, if you encounter something unhappy in the future, you are not allowed to hold it on your own. You must tell me, you know."

Fucheng: "I see."

"real?"

"real."

"I don't believe you." Fu Xiao sneered, "Just you, since childhood, you didn't tell me and your parents about anything. You have to pay a supplementary tuition fee in high school, and you still go to work by yourself instead of asking for money from your family. You said you can't do anything."

Fucheng said speechlessly: "Sister, why do you remember this kind of thing!"

Fu Xiao: "How can I not remember? Let me tell you, if you get sick again next time, you won't tell me, Fucheng, you will be over. I will cut off the relationship with you."

Fucheng: "No, definitely not next time."

"I am not kidding."

For a moment, Fucheng looked down at his sister.

I saw under the bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the airport, a woman with short hair stared at him earnestly, saying word by word: "If you dare to do this, Fucheng, I will not be your brother."

For a long time, Fucheng: "Okay."

Accompanied Fu Xiao to go through the registration procedures and checked luggage.

She was about to be sent to the security check. After the siblings said goodbye, Fu Xiao turned and walked towards the security checkpoint.

"sister."

Fu Xiao stopped and looked back at his brother.

Fucheng looked at her quietly. For a long time, he said, "Actually, my parents weren't going to take flight 318. They heard that my teacher was the captain of that plane, so they decided to change the flight."

When Fu Xiao heard this, she was stunned first, and then she showed a weird look: "Huh? You have a terrible expression. I thought you were going to tell me why you got sick this time, so you just said this?"

Fucheng looked at her in amazement.

Fu Xiao: "I knew it a long time ago. When my parents told me after changing the flight, you wouldn't think I didn't know?"

The nervousness and guilt disappeared all at once, and Fucheng looked at his sister in a daze.

Fu Xiao thought for a while: "No, don't you think I don't know, and then hide it from me, dare not tell me, do you blame yourself?"

Fucheng: "..."

Fu Xiao: "When can you correct this problem, you really want to piss me off..."

"sister."

A warm hug made Fu Xiao choke in her throat when she complained and blamed. She stretched out her hand and patted Fucheng on the back.

Fucheng: "Thank you."

Sending off Fuxiao, Fucheng returned home.

After changing his shoes, he was going to go back to the bedroom to charge the phone, and when he walked through the dining room, he suddenly stopped and looked around.

I saw a small and exquisite gift box in the center of the clean dining table. A card was pressed under the gift box, and when it was opened, it was written by Fu Xiao.

"I wish my dearest brother a happy birthday the day after tomorrow.

Eat more food!

Next time you come back, if you don't have 140 pounds, you will be done!

Fu Xiao.9.5. 』

Fucheng: "..."

He has never been 140 pounds, not when he was the fattest!

Unpacking the gift, placed in the gift box is a Montblanc "Little Prince & Pilot" series pen. Taking out this pen, Fucheng looked at it and remembered that in elementary school, the school had a calligraphy class, and the teacher asked everyone to buy pens. He asked Fu Xiao if he had used an old pen. Without thinking too much, Fu Xiao took an old pen to him.

At that time, his parents hadn't been in business yet, and the family was not very wealthy. He really didn't want to spend money indiscriminately. Later, when his parents learned about this, they bought him a new pen and blamed Fu Xiao Yitong. Fu Xiao had been angry with him for a long time. Afterwards, Fucheng secretly stuffed her his own snacks for two weeks before she calmed down.

I took out my phone, took a picture with the pen, and sent it.

[Fucheng: I like it very much, thank you sister. [picture]】

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng liked me first!

Fu Chengcheng: ...I don't think so.

[Look at my mother together]

Fuwa: To be honest, it's hard to tell the two of you. It must be Fu Chengcheng who admired peace in the morning, but admiration is not love, Teacher Zhuo! As for who you are in the first place, it’s hard to say~