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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Eighty Four"

weight="139887"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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Under the scorching sun, the black Ferrari drove extremely fast, passing through the long and narrow coastline.

After arriving at the parking lot of the commercial airport, Fucheng got out of the car. Today is the most important flight test. Both have their own missions. After getting off the car, looking at each other, Fucheng walked towards the pilot waiting room, and Zhuo Huan walked towards the airport tower.

The blazing sun hung high above your head, and a blue and white plane was quietly parked at the gate. Dozens of ground crews and experimenters were conducting final inspections on it. They were sweaty, but they were still working hard and did not dare to relax.

In the towering airport tower, Zhuo Huan came to the command room, where many people were already waiting.

After completing the final data transfer and confirmation with everyone, Zhuo Huan walked to the 360° panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. He leaned down and looked down, and saw a young pilot in a black uniform walking slowly out of the channel building. As if he had a strong heart, Fucheng raised his head and looked at the tower.

In this long distance of 500 meters, the two silently looked at each other for a few seconds.

Fucheng retracted his gaze, walked to the fuel tank, and began to check the plane.

Time passed by every minute.

After a long time, the ground crew evacuated the boarding ladder placed next to the exit of the cabin, and the door of the plane was slowly closed. In the dimly lit cockpit, in the boundless darkness, all the lighted switches became stars in the sky. In this Milky Way, Fucheng bowed his head slightly, holding the safety inspection manual in one hand, and inspecting meticulously at the same time.

After finishing all the advance inspection work, Fucheng put down the safety manual and turned on the radio communication system.

"COMAC CR939, confirm that the work is complete, and request to take off."

The youth's voice was steady and calm, and when it sounded on the airport tower broadcast, all the nervous people involuntarily calmed down.

Zhuo Huan looked at the plane in the distance and pressed the call button: "Allow to take off."

The white plane is like a vigorous seagull flying in the waves, accelerating and accelerating continuously on the runway, and finally jumped up, let out a brisk moan, and flew into the blue sky.

On the other side, Fucheng flew the plane and started the formal test flight; on this side, the work of the COMAC experimenters really began.

"Confirm the wing load data."

"Wto/S, 163.9."

"Takeoff thrust load."

"Fto/Wg, 0.279. Confirm real-time dimensionless acceleration..."

Countless data is gathered into a blue data stream, which is calculated and operated in a frenzy on more than a dozen computers.

At an altitude of 20,000 feet, Fucheng first made a smooth flight. After he stabilized the normal form of the plane, Zhuo Huan's cold and calm voice came from the earphones: "COMAC CR939, do you need real-time follow-up data and flight maneuver guidance for you?"

Listening to the familiar voice, the hand holding the rudder tightened slightly.

Fucheng's lips curled up, and among the blue sky and white clouds, he showed a confident smile: "COMAC CR939, no need."

The next moment, it was a beautiful side fly turn.

In the airport tower, Zhuo Huan looked at the small light spot on the radar map that symbolized the position of the plane, raised his brow slightly, and smiled softly.

All the actions are simple and neat, there is no second time, and there is no need for a second time.

After circling over the East China Sea for an hour, the plane returned.

Seeing the airport runway from a distance, Fucheng pointed the nose at the center of the runway. The altitude is getting lower and lower, and after an inaudible buzzing sound, the aviation tires rubbed violently with the runway ground. Slowly, its speed slowed down, and then, it stabilized its posture, and slowly drove to the direction of the fairway building.

At this moment, hundreds of experimenters cheered enthusiastically in the airport tower.

The chief designer Wu took off his glasses, and he rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit sour in his heart, but more emotionally.

At this moment, Fucheng didn’t know if the tower got the data they wanted, but there was no doubt that Zhuo Huan never asked him to repeat the action a second time from beginning to end, which meant that his flight was There was nothing wrong, and the data he got after the flight was not wrong.

After checking all the lists, open the hatch.

The ground crew rushed forward. After Fucheng filled in the information, he took off his hat and clamped it between his arms. Suddenly, a deep and powerful male voice came from behind: "Fucheng!"

Fucheng turned his head to look, and saw Commander Nie, he immediately put his legs together and gave a military salute: "Commander!"

Commander Nie strode forward and looked at him steadily. For a long time, he smiled and hugged the young and excellent pilot.

"Very well done!" Without hesitating his own encouragement and praise, Head Nie patted Fucheng's back and said from the bottom of his heart: "You are my best soldier!"

After the flight test mission, everyone was busy all day.

Before today, the designers of COMAC had already added two weeks of classes. When eating and resting, these young aviation people have said countless times that as long as the test flight is successful, they must go home and rest. However, when they got the data they needed, no one mentioned the holiday.

It was as if he had been beaten up with infinite power. They are madly devoted to the cause they love.

The jewel that had been reborn in blood from countless failures had already exuded a gleam of brilliance. They couldn't wait, they couldn't wait to dig it out, hold it in the palm of their hand, and take care of it carefully.

However, Zhuo Huan and Fucheng's work ends here.

After all, UAAG just took over the tasks commissioned by COMAC and helped them design and develop new models. Now that the core step has been successful, the next step is huge data calculations and improvements and refinements time and time again.

Wu Hui and Head Nie personally sent Zhuo Huan and Fucheng away.

The two looked at Zhuo Huan as if they were wanting to talk. In the end, a thousand words were reduced to one sentence: "I am extremely proud and proud of a talent like you in the State of China! Thank you!"

Zhuo Huan looked up at Wu Hui and Head Nie, stretched out his hand and shook their hands.

The black Ferrari faced the sunset and headed west.

It didn't take long for the two to leave before Fucheng received a text message from Lina.

[Lina: Back to the city? 】

Fucheng was a little surprised, and replied: [Yes, how did you know, Lina? 】

[Lina: Because I just received a fee from COMAC, which is a huge number. Fu, although you suddenly ended this secret mission, I was caught off guard, but I successfully booked a restaurant as a celebration. Also as congratulations on your birthday yesterday, late party. 】

[Lina: I will send you the address. 】

Soon, Fucheng received the restaurant address from Lina. That place is near Zhuo Huan's house, a French restaurant on the Bund.

Fucheng: "Lina let us go here."

Zhuo Huan turned his head and glanced at the phone in Fucheng's hand. He frowned, "What are you doing?"

Fucheng: "Said it is to celebrate our completion of the task, and at the same time make up for my birthday yesterday."

"When did they return to Shencheng?"

"yesterday."

Zhuo Huan let out a soft "Oh": "You open the navigation."

Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo, I have lived in Shencheng for 27 years."

"So?"

"Do I still need to open the navigation."

Under the guidance of Fucheng, an hour later, the two came to the French restaurant.

The waiter led them to the box that Lina had booked in advance. When they came to the door of the box, the waiter stopped, turned slightly, and opened the door for them.

Fucheng didn't think too much, and walked forward without noticing the uncle Zhuo who sneered, and took a half step back calmly.

The next second, just listen to a "bang" sound.

"Happy birthday!"

Ribbons and salutes fell from the sky and landed all over Fucheng. Su Fei, Joseph Sr. and Lina cheered and fired a salute, watching Fucheng be covered with colorful bands. However, Su Fei soon discovered that something was wrong: "What about RIP, why is RIP missing?"

A contemptuous snort sounded, Uncle Zhuo with his hands in his pockets and chewing gum in his mouth, he casually walked into the box, pulled a chair and sat down.

Zhuo Huan: "When I am stupid."

Su Fei: "..."

Lina blinked helplessly: "Reid, can't you cooperate and feel our passionate salute."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, no."

Lina spread out her hands and explained to her companions: "He has been like this since he was a child. No matter how mischievous he is, he can always know in advance and avoid it. Even if it is a kind joke, such as celebrating his birthday, he will not be fooled."

Old Joseph shook his head: "Reid, a child who is too smart can't have a good childhood."

Zhuo Huan let out a groan, and didn't bother to talk to them at all.

Fucheng pulled away the ribbon that was falling on his body and threw it into the trash can. He was looking for a seat to sit down. While reading the menu, Zhuo Huan pulled the chair beside him without looking up. Fucheng paused, walked over and sat down.

Soon, the dishes were on the table.

Old Joseph was holding the wine menu and asked with a smile, "Lina, is this meal tonight under the account of UAAG."

Lina smiled and said, "Yes."

Old Joseph cheered, and then looked at Zhuo Huan cautiously: "Dear Reid, can I order a bottle of Patus."

Zhuo Huan asked lazily: "Do you want Patus?"

Old Joseph didn't react for a while: "Can't it? Rafi is fine too."

Zhuo Huan took out a room card from his pocket and handed it to Lina. Lina was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at him: "Reid?"

Zhuo Huan: "I still have a bottle of Romani Conti in my house. Find someone to get it."

Old Joseph: "..."

Lina: "..."

Su Fei, who doesn't know anything about red wine: "What, what Romani Conti? Is this wine expensive?"

Old Joseph excitedly said: "I'll take it, I'll take it personally! Oh dear Reid, what happened to you today, how did you become so handsome, no, it's more handsome."

Zhuo Huan glanced lightly at the calm-looking young man beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc: "Isn't he talking about celebrating his birthday."

Old Joseph: "Huh?"

Zhuo Huan: "Romane Conti, it's almost a celebration."

Old Joseph was stunned, and finally reacted. He asked twitchingly: "Reid, what do you think my birthday goes with to celebrate. It doesn't have to be Romani Conti. I prefer whiskey to red wine, such as Macallan..."

Zhuo Huan: "Huh? Why should I celebrate for you."

Old Joseph was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Why don't you celebrate, aren't we friends?"

Zhuo Huan sneered and said, "You are not my boyfriend."

As soon as these words fell, everyone did not react, and even Fucheng and Lina were stunned.

When they reacted, Lina slowly laughed. The beautiful blonde looked at her friend with great joy in her heart and was happy for him.

Fucheng was red in his ears. He raised one hand to cover his face, gnashing his teeth and lowering his head, holding the phone in the other hand, typing and sending messages.

But after a while, Zhuo Huan's cell phone rang. Uncle Zhuo opened the gum while chewing.

[Fucheng: What are you doing. 】

[Zhuo Huan: Celebrate your birthday? 】

After sending this message, Zhuo Huan raised his chin at the bewildered old Joseph: "Aren't you going to get Romani Kandi."

Old Joseph woke up like a dream: "Oh, oh, yes, I'm going, I'll go." After taking the room card, the old Joseph ran to the door of the box, he turned around again, and cast an eyebrow at Zhuo Huan: " Reid, if you don’t mind, I can actually be your boyfriend."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Hold.

Nauseous and vomiting.

Zhuo Huan said word by word: "I, no, blind."

Old Joseph regretted: "Oh, that's a shame."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Uncle Zhuo has lived for thirty years. For the first time in his life, he was choked and couldn't say a word.

After the old Joseph left, it took a long time for the punk boy to wake up. He opened his eyes in shock, his eyes turned back and forth on Zhuo Huan and Fucheng, first pointing at Zhuo Huan, then at Fucheng, and finally at Zhuo Huan: "You, you, are you actually in love?!"

Fucheng was speechless, so he could only bury his face deeper into his palm.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the back of his chair: "Amazing?"

Su Fei: "AMAZING!!!"

Zhuo Huan: "You went back to Shencheng last night. Didn't you see the giant LED screen advertisement for that building?"

"Huh?" Su Fei thought for a while, "Fucheng, I love your one? Damn it, it's really you! I know, I know, I sent a message to Brother Fu this morning, he actually Ignoring me, he still broke the subject. Fuck!!! You are actually in love, ah ah ah ah..."

Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at Lina: "You have checked his Harvard diploma, is it true?"

Lina nodded seriously, smiled and said, "Really."

Su Fei: "..."

Su Fei: "You personally invited me to Harvard, shit, can I be fake!"

Zhuo Huan sneered: "Oh."

Throughout the dinner, Su Fei's incredulous question and old Joseph's sigh of the fine wine echoed.

This restaurant is located in the middle point between Zhuo Huan's home and UAAG staff dormitory. It is not far to walk back to either side from here. It only takes about half an hour. Everyone didn't mean to take a taxi back, and the cool evening breeze came on the Huangpu River.

Once you get out of the restaurant, it's time to part.

Su Fei: "Hey, Brother Fu, won't you go all the way with us."

Old Joseph had a short mouth and pulled Su Fei away. He smiled: "No, leave him alone, I will take him away, you continue."

Su Fei also reacted, and his muttering voice was drowned in the evening breeze: "Isn't it just being in love? It's like someone has never talked about, dating, who can't."

After they left, Lina stood at the door of the restaurant carrying her bag, smiling at her friend and looking at Fucheng. She stretched out her hand to pull the wind-blown hair behind her ears, and smiled softly: "I'm so happy, Reid, Fu, bless you."

Zhuo Huan nodded casually.

Fucheng smiled and said, "Thank you, Lina."

Lina took out an exquisite Graff gift box from her bag, and handed it over: "You have already received the gift from Old Joseph and Su Fei just now. I picked it for you. Originally, I was still thinking about whether to give it. It was a bit abrupt. But when I got off the plane yesterday and saw the words on the building on the other side of the river, I knew that there was nothing wrong with my gift."

Fucheng was taken aback: "What is it."

Lina blinked: "Take it apart and take a look?"

Fucheng opened the box and saw two bracelets staggered in the middle of the suede of the gift box under the bright light of the Bund. The overlapping diamonds are inlaid, and the light and shadow are brilliant. It seems to be an exclusive customization. On the outside of one bracelet, an R is faintly reflected with fine diamonds, and an F is reflected on the other bracelet.

Fucheng raised his head and looked at Lina.

Lina smiled slightly: "It's a bracelet for two people."

Fucheng lowered his head and looked at it quietly for a while. He raised his head and said, "Thank you."

After delivering the gift, Lina talked with the two for a while, and the driver drove up from the parking lot. Both parties said goodbye, she waved and got into the car.

Facing the evening breeze, Zhuo Huan and Fucheng walked by the river, with a rush of traffic on one side and the endless Huangpu River on the other.

The bracelet was already on his wrist, Fucheng raised his head and saw the Aurora Building facing him.

The LED advertisement on that skyscraper has long been turned into "I love Shencheng", which is a public service advertisement of the government and is used for city publicity. In a trance, it seemed to have returned to yesterday, and the words on that building became those sentences again.

Involuntarily, Fucheng stared at the words on the Aurora Building for a long time, until the night breeze next to him heard a faint voice from a man: "I want to buy more."

Fucheng turned his head: "No."

Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows: "Fucheng, didn't you say yesterday that Roger 318 hasn't caught it yet. You want me to buy it again, tusk."

Fucheng: "..."

"I didn't say to buy it again."

"Oh, then you didn't say it."

"..."

This person really has a problem!

The two continued to walk forward.

Zhuo Huan: "In fact, you just want to watch it again."

Fucheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, he was silent, his lips pursed, and there was no sound.

Zhuo Huan: "You are really troublesome. Either you are or you are not. If you don't say it, it is the default?"

"Yes."

Suddenly there was no reaction, Zhuo Huan was stunned. After a few seconds, he recovered and turned his eyes to Fucheng.

Fucheng looked at him with quiet eyes: "I said yes. So... Teacher Zhuo, do you really want to buy it again?"

Zhuo Huan smiled: "No."

Fucheng: "I feel that you actually seem to enjoy it."

Zhuo Huan: "...Fuck, you are really annoying."

Fucheng glanced at him calmly, stepped forward, and suddenly his hand was pulled from behind. He turned around and saw Zhuo Huan holding his hand and humming softly from his nose. "Look at what, don't go?"

Fucheng looked at him silently, and slowly smiled: "Well, let's go."

The two held hands and walked on the road along the river.

The quiet night wind blew through the tightly entangled hands, the platinum bracelet on the wrist lightly touched, and the crisp and faint sound was hidden in the surging river.

Originally, Fucheng had never thought of moving to Zhuo Huan's apartment so quickly. But Su Fei got up early for two consecutive days, ran to his house curiously, and secretly looked in the door on the excuse of "running together", as if he wanted to find Zhuo Huan...

In desperation, Fucheng moved to Zhuo Huan's house.

After Uncle Zhuo helped him move his luggage to his house, there were not many things in Fucheng. He bowed his head to tidy up. Zhuo Huan was wearing a thin gray sweater and watching while drinking ice water.

Zhuo Huan: "Tsk, I will let you over two days ago."

Fucheng stood up straight blankly: "I didn't want to come."

Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow lightly: "Huh? Don't you want to live with me?"

Fucheng glanced at him, bowed his head and continued to pack his luggage, ignoring him.

With a click, the glass was placed on the marble counter. The man walked over, put his hand around Fucheng's waist, and gently rubbed his knees against his thighs. "Why, why don't you want to live with me?"

Fucheng closed his eyes and broke away his hand: "No."

Zhuo Huan hugged him again: "Tell me, the reason."

Fucheng: "No."

Zhuo Huan: "Yes, if you don't tell me, I'll guess."

Zhuo Huan: "What's the matter in your house, it's not convenient to leave?" Before Fucheng could answer, he asked and replied directly: "No, your sister is not in the country. It's the same where you live. You don't like living with me. Don't like to live in bigger houses? No, you don't like this kind of weird habit. Why is that?"

Uncle Zhuo held Fucheng and pulled him to the sofa to sit down. He touched his lips: "Wow, you hate the rich, Fucheng?"

Fucheng: "..."

What's all this?

Zhuo Huan: "Then you are afraid that someone will come to my house and find that you are living with me? Not really, Zhuo Jing will not come again. The people who know that I live here are Su Fei, the old Joseph and Lina. They have known me for a long time. It's your boyfriend."

"Oh, it was because of this..." He deliberately stretched the tone.

Fucheng asked subconsciously: "What?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes to look at him, his clear and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and laughed, he bowed his head and kissed, sealing Fucheng's breath.

"Because... you want to sleep with me."

In the fierce kiss, the man's chuckle slowly turned into a heavy gasp for the two of them. The moment Zhuo Huan uttered these words, Fucheng's eyes tightened, but the kiss followed. He closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue to kiss back. After trying it once, it seemed as customary that did it directly on the sofa without going to the bedroom to get a condom.

After venting, Zhuo Huan pressed the young man on the sofa, pinched his chin with one hand, and asked with a low smile: "Fucheng, do you especially want to sleep with me?"

Hearing these words, the thick eyelashes of the youth trembled slightly. Fucheng panted low, he raised his eyes, and Zhuo Huan's smile was reflected in his beautiful eyes. For a long time, Fucheng tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Don't you want to sleep with me, Teacher Zhuo."

"……Hold!"

The hot kiss leaned over, Zhuo Huan put his finger into Fucheng's sweat-drenched hair, clasped him tightly, and kissed closely.

On the first day of cohabitation, the two of them almost never got out of bed.

The next day, only ate one meal, and the rest were full in bed.

At the beginning of a real relationship, they encountered another holiday. The two young men could no longer suppress their sex. The sky thundered and the ground fired and stayed directly in bed for four or five days.

Fucheng had a hunch for a long time that he did not move over to live with Zhuo Huan for this reason. It's okay not to live together. Once he lives together, he loves this person, so he wants to have sex with this person. All this is taken for granted, and he is also immersed in it. After living together, he may not want to get out of bed for several days.

The same is true for Zhuo Huan.

However, no matter how good the physical strength is, after a few days of such casual indulgence, it will be exhausted.

After a few days of messing around, Zhuo Huan panted heavily, and he leaned on the bed to smoke.

Fucheng blocked his eyes with one hand. After breathing, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Is there still smoke?"

Zhuo Huan's hand holding the cigarette paused, and Fucheng was also stunned.

This sentence seems a bit familiar, it seems that half a year ago in Dubai, they had such a conversation after their first sexual intercourse. Zhuo Huan lowered his head and looked at the young man on the bed. Under the bright light, the young man's white skin was almost transparent. Those lips are swollen, red and soft by his kiss, and there will inevitably be a strong and attractive color in his eyes. After being fucked for a few days, Fucheng never thought about what he would look like in Zhuo Huan's eyes now——

All over his body, even a strand of hair exuded the scent of seduce a man.

Zhuo Huan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stuffed the smoke into Fucheng's mouth.

He confessed his fate, and a few words popped out between his teeth: "...you, him, mom, won."

Fucheng was startled slightly, and saw Zhuo Huan get up from the bed and put on his clothes indiscriminately.

After a few minutes, Fucheng put on his clothes, walked to the balcony, and stood beside Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan glanced back at him, then withdrew his gaze. Looking far away at the turbulent Huangpu River, he said lightly: "Who made the call this morning."

Fucheng: "Did you hear that?"

As soon as the call came, he immediately went out to answer it.

Zhuo Huan tweeted softly: "It's as noisy as a rocket ignition, can I fucking fall asleep?"

Fucheng was silent. He thought that Zhuo Huan's neurasthenia was better these days. Every time at least two people finished sleeping, Zhuo Huan was no longer the same as before, always suddenly awakened from his dreams. However, cell phone ringtones are still a burden for him.

Fucheng: "Commander Nie is calling."

This answer was beyond Zhuo Huan's expectation. After a long time, he hummed.

Fucheng: "Don't you ask him why he is calling."

Zhuo Huan smiled casually and asked, "Oh, what are you doing."

Fucheng looked at him seriously: "Ask me, do you want to go to COMAC." He paused and added: "Not only COMAC, but also Chengfei, Shenfei...Hua Guo's military fighter jets. , We also need an excellent aircraft designer. The head of the delegation said, China trusts you very much, and China needs you very much."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "This trust is based on their needs far greater than their doubts."

Fucheng was silent: "No, the head is serious, everyone is serious."

Zhuo Huan turned his head to look at him.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand to embrace Fucheng's waist and kissed his lips. After a soft and silky kiss, his lips loosened, Fucheng hesitated for a few seconds, and hugged Zhuo Huan's body.

Above the upper floors, when the hustle and bustle of the city passed, only a little sporadic noise remained.

Zhuo Huan held Fucheng in one hand and looked down at the magnificent night view of the city at his feet. His voice seemed to sound from the void: "The reason why I left Mai Fei, do you know."

Fucheng: "Rogge 318?"

"Well, one of the reasons. Even without Roger 318, one day I will resign from Mai Fei."

Fucheng raised his head and looked at him: "Why?"

Zhuo Huan laughed self-deprecatingly: "What is the biggest aircraft market for McFly, do you know."

Fucheng thought for a while, and suddenly understood: "...fighter."

Zhuo Huan: "Well, the past fourteen years." After a pause, he continued: "It should be said that from when I was 16 years old when I entered Mai Fei, until I resigned at the age of 28. I have never touched Mai Fei a little bit about I have never seen the design data of military aircraft, even the basic data of a cabin. Don’t show it.”

There was a smile in Zhuo Huan's voice, but Fucheng was silent. He didn't know what to say, he just hugged this person even more tightly.

After a while, Zhuo Huan picked Fucheng's chin, making him look into his eyes.

"Fushi, my hair seems to be a bit longer."

"Well, Teacher Zhuo, don't you think it is until now?"

"Tsk, how come you talk so badly now."

After a moment of silence, Fucheng asked back: "I learned from you? I heard that kissing can infect a cold, maybe it can also infect poisonous tongue..."

After the hot kiss, the two foreheads touched each other, and the heavy breathing seemed to blend together.

Zhuo Huan said with a hoarse voice: "Hey, Fucheng."

"Um?"

"Help me cut my hair."

Fucheng paused, he raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and then gently nodded.

"good."

Taking the scissors from the study, Zhuo Huan sat on the chair of the open-air restaurant, Fucheng stood behind him, holding the scissors in one hand and the long hair in the other. Fucheng watched it for a long time, but didn't start.

Zhuo Huan: "Are you a fool? You can't even cut your hair?"

Fucheng: "..."

After cutting his hair without expression, Fucheng put the scissors aside: "Okay."

Zhuo Huan stood up, stroked his hair, then: "..."

"Fuck, did you fucking cut it?"

Fucheng: "I cut it." He pointed to the broken hair all over the floor.

Zhuo Huan directly stroked a few hairs with his hands, and then struck a little twitch in the back of his head: "Huh? Is this the fuck your cut?"

Fucheng: "That's what I saw in Helsinki a year ago."

Zhuo Huan: "..."

Zhuo Huan: "I mean, let you cut it to a normal look, such as the length when I went to your air force training camp to give a speech."

Fucheng: "..."

"Then I cut it again?"

Zhuo Huan said in a huff: "Huh, forget it."

Seeing Zhuo Huan's expression of "I'm bearing you, you better hurry up to coax me", his heart was jumping briskly, Fu Cheng looked at him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised, and he kissed him with his head up.

Under the peaceful and quiet night, the two kissed heartily, facing the evening breeze and the sweet smell of verbena.

At the same time, there is a submarine volcano at the bottom of the vast and calm Pacific Ocean.

No one knows that a terrible earthquake is happening here. In the center of the Pacific Ocean, the submarine volcano, 2,100 meters above sea level, is evaporating and emitting billowing white smoke. The next moment, there was a shock wave that almost condensed into a solid body.

Throughout the seabed, countless creatures were directly shaken into dust by this terrible seismic wave. The remaining ones who survived by chance were burned alive by the volcanic eruption triggered by the earthquake.

And in this submarine volcano 1,500 nautical miles east, in a rocky beach, powerful and terrifying seismic waves scattered here, which have been weakened thousands of times. After an imperceptible crisp sound, deep in the dark reef pile, a piece of tail wing fragment split from the corroded fuselage and drifted into the sea.

Slowly float up, float up, until it floats to the surface of the sea.

On the red and white tail fragments, English that was not completely corroded by sea water can still be vaguely seen.

RO...

It headed east, following the warm North Pacific current, slowly drifting towards Alaska.

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Anxi: Fucheng is deeply impressed by my skills and wants to sleep with me every day. Hey, his head is full of yellow waste.

Fu Chengcheng:..................If I the fuck hadn't liked you, you would have been single for a lifetime! ! !

Volume Seven Heart of the Sea