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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty One"

weight="139866"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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In the morning, took a leave of absence and went to the airport to see Fuxiao off. In the afternoon, Fucheng returned to the COMAC factory and continued to work.

The design of COMAC CR939 has reached the most critical stage. In the last week, everyone has been busy in the laboratory. It is said that Chief Designer Wu has not returned home for five days. After Fucheng returned to COMAC, he went directly to the test pilot lounge, where Du Sen and Zhou Jin were both.

Du Sen saw him and said in surprise: "Brother, don't you take a long rest, just ask for half a day off?"

Fucheng shook his head: "It's been too busy these days. I will test flight in three days. Hurry up." After a pause, he looked around and asked Du Sen: "Where is the captain?"

Du Sen: "The head of the team just went out. He and Chief Designer Wu have something to say. He said that if you come, you can go to the rest area on the third floor to find him."

"good."

Fucheng quickly took the elevator to the third floor.

The transparent panoramic elevator keeps going up, and Fucheng's face is reflected on the glass. After arriving on the third floor, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Fucheng saw Head Nie and Chief Designer Wu from a distance. The two stood outside the balcony, and there was a roaring ocean in the distance. They stood side by side with serious expressions, as if they were discussing something in a low voice.

After a few minutes, Wu Hui left first.

Nie Xiang frowned and looked at the sea in place for a long time. He looked back, saw Fucheng and waved at him.

Fucheng walked over.

Head Nie: "Two days ago, that kid Zhao Jiuchen became a flight instructor and taught a group of recruits to go."

Fucheng was taken aback for a moment, and a dark, young and smiling face appeared in his mind for a moment. He asked: "Why did Team Zhao suddenly become an instructor? He is only twenty-nine."

Head Nie glanced at him and said calmly: "Three months ago, he suffered a little injury, not a serious injury, but it has an impact on his eyesight. He can't stay on the aircraft carrier, so he went to teach the new recruits."

Fucheng was speechless.

Head Nie: "The days have passed the better. In the first few years, there were fewer soldiers, fewer aircraft, and fewer everything. Now we have more and more, but good pilots are always the most in short supply." He said. Looking at Fucheng deeply, the meaning in his eyes is self-evident.

Suddenly Fucheng didn't know what to say.

Head Nie changed the subject: "Old Wu told me just now that CR939 should work this time."

Fucheng: "The laboratory has been very busy recently, and the laboratory data obtained this time are all very good."

"How is your relationship with Zhuo Huan?"

"Teacher Zhuo?" Fucheng turned his head to look at Head Nie in surprise.

Head Nie twisted his eyebrows, perhaps he has been frowning for many years. There was a deep crack between his eyebrows: "Well, you have been to UAAG for a year, how is your relationship with him."

Fucheng: "...not bad."

Head Nie: "Shang Fei wants him."

Fucheng looked up at him.

Head Nie said firmly: "It's not just COMAC, but the country wants him. Old Wu and him mentioned it several times, but he was still not sure about coming down and doing things. The country wants to do something on the civil aviation aircraft. In fact, we have been behind the West for almost a hundred years. If we don’t do it, it will be too late. Moreover, Shen Fei and Cheng Fei are short of talents." He looked at Fucheng and said word by word: "It is very scarce. Very scarce."

Fucheng: "Why would Teacher Zhuo refuse."

Head Nie got angry when he mentioned this: "If he refuses, it will be fine! He just doesn't refuse or agree with it now!"

Fucheng: "..."

Head Nie: "What's wrong with this? If you have anything to say, why is he dissatisfied? The level of aircraft manufacturing in our country is not as good as that in the West. Yes, it is really not as good as that, but it is better. What do you want him to do. But we are going to build airplanes wholeheartedly! This time COMAC also showed him our sincerity. What else does he want? Western hamburgers are too much to look down on our rice? "

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo is not such a person."

Head Nie: "Go and ask for help, what does he want!"

"……good."

Fucheng didn't expect that Head Nie deliberately took the time to come to COMAC this time, and actually asked him specifically about this matter. However, Fucheng was completely unconscious about this matter.

He remembered that half a year ago, UAAG had just settled the Perfect Airline 4012 case in Boston. When they returned to China, they took Lina's father's private jet. On the plane, Mr. Comte directly pointed out that he hoped Zhuo Huan would return to Mai Fei. At that time Zhuo Huan directly refused.

Or four months ago, when they were in Los Angeles, Mr. Tol Reiner, the chief designer of McFly and Zhuo Huan's teacher, also said about it. However, Zhuo Huan still has no plans to go back.

It was like a non-stop train of Mercedes-Benz, Zhuo Huan stopped suddenly, without any reason, without any reason.

He left the aircraft design industry. He investigated the air crash. He accepted the commissions of Maifei and COMAC, but he never built his own aircraft anymore.

Sending off Captain Nie, looking at Captain Nie's back, Fucheng's lips moved, but he didn't tell him Mai Fei's invitation to Zhuo Huan.

Perhaps Head Nie also knows that Mai Fei must continue to invite Zhuo Huan, hoping that he will return again. But in this world, no one knows why Zhuo Huan left. Two years ago, what made him suddenly resigned from the position of chief designer of McFly and left this giant in the aircraft manufacturing industry. What is it, let him set up UAAG a year later and start investigating the air crash.

Fucheng walked back to the lounge.

He looked down at the phone and clicked on to the chat page with Zhuo Huan. The finger paused on the input button for a long time, but he didn't know what to say, so he kept watching it quietly.

DaDa footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

His eyes stayed on the blinking cursor in the input box, Fu Cheng thought for a long time, and was about to type, when his hair was pulled lightly. He was startled slightly, turned his head, and saw that the glass door of the smoking room opened. Zhuo Huan leaned on the door, bit a cigarette in his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at him. His hands were still in the air, making no secret of the fact that he pulled Fucheng's hair just now.

Zhuo Huan: "I didn't see me when I looked so serious."

The smoking room is a fully transparent glass room, but Fucheng didn't notice Zhuo Huan all the way along.

Fucheng: "No." He put the phone back in his pocket and walked into the smoking room.

The glass door was no longer obstructed and closed automatically.

Fucheng: "Is there any smoke?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him, laughed softly, took out the silver cigarette case from his pocket and handed it over. Fucheng bit the cigarette with his mouth, he looked around and found a lighter on the table in the room. After lighting the smoke, the two leaned against the metal railing by the window.

Zhuo Huan: "Ask for leave in the morning?"

Fucheng: "Send my sister."

"Oh, your sister is gone."

After thinking about it, Fucheng looked up at him: "Teacher Zhuo, my sister knows you."

Zhuo Huan didn't react: "What?"

Fucheng: "Rogge 318 crashed. She is a family member of the victim, so she knows you."

"……Oh."

"I told her that you have been salvaging planes at your own expense."

"Um?"

"She is grateful to you too."

Zhuo Huan's hand holding the cigarette shook on the glass ashtray. He spit out a puff of smoke and turned his eyes to look at Fucheng: "Yes?"

There was a moment of silence, Fucheng: "I am very grateful to you too."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "I like it then."

Fucheng paused, he looked up at the man in front of him. With his eyes facing each other, Zhuo Huan took the cigarette from Fucheng's mouth with one hand, then lowered his head and kissed him. After the bitter and rich smoke is doubled, it recoils from the mouth to the nasal cavity, stinging hot and humid eyes. They closed their eyes, leaned against the metal railing, and kissed the man in front of them wholeheartedly.

As soon as the kiss ended, Zhuo Huan looked at him with low eyes, took a cigarette, and smiled lightly: "Don't tell me?"

Fucheng gasped slightly without saying a word.

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I know if you don't tell me, you have liked me a long time ago..."

"like you."

The voice stopped abruptly, Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes, and saw the young man tilt his head up, his lips were ambiguously moistened with saliva. He looked at himself calmly, and said quietly and gently: "I like it. you."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Hold."

He lowered his head to seal the youth's lips, Fucheng stretched out his hand to hug his waist, Zhuo Huan pressed him against the edge of the metal railing, and kissed hard. Between the lips and tongue, between the nose and mouth, the whole world is the taste of this person. In the spacious and empty smoking room, only the dusk of the setting sun and the sound of ambiguous water sounded.

There was a direct urge to squeeze the person in his arms here, but Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth and resisted it.

Zhuo Huan was furious, and the wicked complained first: "How did you learn to seduce people like this."

Fucheng has long been accustomed to this person's behavior. He wiped the saliva from his lips and asked calmly, "I'm a straight man, don't you know Mr. Zhuo."

"what?"

"It's you who just think about going to bed all day long. Does it have anything to do with me?"

"..."

Zhuo Huan squeezed his chin and said fiercely: "Fucheng, did you find out? You are very good at touching my mouth now. You were not like this before, you were so obedient before. Tsk, did you pretend before?"

The extremely close distance allowed Fucheng to almost see the light-colored, scattered iris lines in the man's eyes. He looked at himself harshly, with a very unpleasant tone, but Fucheng's heart was very peaceful. There was something invisible blooming in his heart, and he heard himself say this: "Now not only will he touch your mouth, but he will also kiss your mouth."

Zhuo Huan was stunned.

The next moment, Fucheng raised his head and kissed.

...

After smoking, the two walked out of the smoking room together.

It is rare for Zhuo Huan to be in a good mood. He has been working overtime and without rest this week, which caused him to be flooded with low air pressure. Now he is in a much better mood, and his frowning eyebrows are also stretched out. Before entering the laboratory, he shouted to Fucheng: "Your birthday the day after tomorrow?"

Fucheng stopped to look at him: "Yeah."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, go to my house."

Fucheng: "...Huh?"

"Birthday for you."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: ... Fucheng is getting fucking more and more, day!