The night was dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road were lit up, illuminating the pedestrians coming and going on the sidewalk.

Fucheng originally wanted to leave the company, so he said goodbye to Su Qiao. He didn't really want to have anything to do with the other party. However, before he could speak, Su Qiao looked at him with a smile, and a small dimples rippled out of the corner of his mouth: "I heard that there is a delicious restaurant across the street. I always wanted to go to eat, but I just arrived at the new company and didn't know any colleagues. Fucheng, are you there?"

He was slightly stunned. Fucheng was about to speak, but Su Qiao said again: "Of course you don't need to treat him, let's alas."

After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "It's okay."

After crossing the road and walking for more than a hundred meters, we arrived at a newly opened French restaurant.

Fucheng rarely eats French food, but the woman in front of him is very familiar with it. Su Qiao told the waiter a few dishes, and then skillfully ordered a bottle of red wine. Fucheng glanced at her, and suddenly remembered in the depths of his vague memory that he went to eat steak with this girl ten years ago. The other party put his hands tightly on his white dress, at a loss and did not dare to move.

However, now, this girl knows French food well.

Everyone has changed, including him.

Soon, the appetizer was served. While the two of them were eating, Su Qiao introduced Fucheng to the class reunion next month.

Su Qiao: "The study committee member in our class used to be named Zheng Weiqi. Do you still remember it? It was him. He used to be a single-parent family. His father died when he was very young, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other. As a result, he suddenly found out that he had leukemia half a year ago..."

Holding a silver fork in one hand, the beautiful woman whispered softly. When talking about the miserable experience of the old classmate, her slender brows were a little tightened, revealing a sad and concerned look.

Fucheng recalled: "Sorry, I don't remember much."

Su Qiao smiled: "Well, you didn't like talking to people in your class before. If I hadn't pulled you, you might not have known a few people until the end of the college entrance examination."

Fucheng was silent and could not refute.

He has been a person who is not talkative since he was a child, but is not introverted. He will not actively communicate with others, but if he needs to, he will also participate in class activities. This situation will improve a lot when he later joined the army.

The exquisite dishes were served on the dining table by the waiter, and the mellow red wine gently knocked away on the clear glass wall. Su Qiao suddenly said, "By the way, I'm divorced."

Fucheng was a little surprised and stunned, before saying, "...Isn't it okay?"

Su Qiao smiled and shook her head: "A peaceful divorce is just not going to last, nothing happened." As if she just mentioned this topic accidentally, Su Qiao quickly talked about another thing: "When I think about it, we really haven't seen each other for a long time, it's going to take two or three months? I remember the last time I met you, and I was still talking about the divorce, and I'm already divorced now."

Fucheng: "Well, it's been about three months."

After a meal, Fucheng took Su Qiao into the taxi. After watching the other party leave, he took out his cell phone and started taking a taxi.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the mottled scene outside the window through the dark window. After a long time, Fucheng picked up his phone and sent a message.

[Fucheng: I will go to the class reunion next month.]

As soon as it was sent out, the next second, the other party replied.

It is a very cute cartoon expression. The little man in white ball-shaped looks holds a flashing light card with two colorful letters on it: OK.

[Su Qiao: Thank you for treating you today. You have eaten so little today, almost all of me are eating. I will treat you next time.]

Fucheng was about to refuse, but the other party sent another message: [Don't refuse, if I owe someone a favor, I will not be able to sleep at night.]

Fucheng: "..."

【Fucheng: Good.】

As usual, wash and sleep.

The next morning, Fucheng subconsciously turned on his phone first, but after illuminating the dark screen, he suddenly didn't know what to do.

Look at the phone screen silently until it automatically locks the screen.

Fucheng got up, changed into clothes, and took out a sandwich from the refrigerator.

There was only one person living in the empty room for many years. For so many years, I never felt that the house was too big or too empty. Because there was only one person from beginning to end, I would not feel sad. Put the sandwich in the microwave and watch it rotate and heat it inside, Fucheng looked quietly for a long time.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The microwave jingled, and the thin young man stood up for a long time before he stood up, opened the lid, and took out the sandwich inside. In the quiet restaurant, the sound of the plastic bag of food being torn open clearly into his ears. He tore his plastic wrap, took a bite, chewed it seven times, then swallowed it, and ate it slowly.

Suddenly, a huge nausea sensation surged upward from the root of the esophagus.

The young man quickly ran to the pool, and the next moment, the sound of torn vomiting echoed fiercely in the kitchen. The sandwich I just ate and the Western food that I had not digested the night before seemed to vomit out every organ in my body, and vomited them all.

Finally, the terrifying vomiting sound gradually became lighter and disappeared.

Fucheng lowered his head and quietly looked at the water column flowing out of the faucet. After a long time, he turned around and walked to the storage room and took out a stick of glucose.

The sun rose from the east, and he also went against the traffic flow of work to the COMAC factory located on the east coast.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning when Fucheng arrived at the COMAC factory. However, the designers of the cr939 aircraft and the pilots of the test flight team such as Dusen had already arrived. Half an hour later, Zhuo Huan also came.

He wore a white T-shirt, took off his sunglasses, and said a few words to Wu Hui.

Soon, everyone turned to the test airport not far away.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Fucheng changed into his uniform and walked into the cockpit.

This test flight is different from the test flight of Maifei F475, it is absolutely safe. COMAC has used several experiments to prove that this aircraft can take off smoothly, but they want to make improvements to this and reduce flight costs, so they need the test pilot to cooperate to make a series of precise operations to obtain flight data.

Fucheng turned on the engine, made all preparations, and pressed the radio communication button.

"The cr939 test aircraft is ready."

The next second, Zhuo Huan's calm voice came from his headphones: "Please take off."

Fucheng lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Such an operation is definitely a waste of money for Fucheng.

It is very easy for any excellent air force pilot to fly a civil aviation aircraft. Military aircraft tests the pilot's personal level and flying ability. In the endless vast sky, fighter jets seem to be the embodiment of a pilot. Whether the pilot's skills are superb can be distinguished by the naked eye. Pilots with poorer levels are publicly executed when flying.

However, civil aviation passenger planes are different. While computers provide passengers with more safety guarantees, they also allow pilots to have an extremely intelligent flight assistant. The most advanced civil aviation passenger planes, such as the Maifei F485, can even fly fully automatically throughout the journey. Theoretically, pilots only need to sit in the pilot seat to watch, and the Maifei F485 can send passengers to where they want to go.

In the quiet cockpit, Zhuo Huan made some action requests from time to time, Fucheng responded gently, and then completed it without any mistakes.

After the plane landed safely, the ground crew immediately surrounded it and continued to collect data.

After Fucheng explained some of his flight situation to them, he looked up and saw Zhuo Huan and Chief Designer Wu standing under the left wing of the plane, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

After watching quietly for a few seconds, Fucheng withdrew his gaze.

"Senior Brother!"

Fucheng turned his head: "Hmm?"

The flat-headed young man surrounded him, unable to hide his respect in his eyes: "You were so fast when you completed the flight command. When you landed just now, the rudder was also very stable!"

Fucheng: "..."

"This is just a civil aviation passenger plane."

Dusen: "That's right, it's a pity. I've never seen my senior brother fly a plane. This is the first time. When I came out of the training camp, my senior brother had already gone to the aircraft carrier to drive a carrier-based aircraft. When I had the opportunity to be transferred to the carrier-based aircraft, you will retire again."

Fucheng smiled, and he looked around: "Where is Zhou Jin?"

As if he suddenly remembered something, Dusen yelled and then smiled: "Senior Brother, guess who is here."

Fucheng was stunned: "Who?"

Before Dusen could speak, Fucheng heard a dull hum sounding from behind him. He paused, turned his head to look, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Captain?!"

...

The solemn and majestic middle-aged man was walking in front of him in a white military uniform. Behind him, Fucheng, Dusen and Zhou Jin followed one after another. However, halfway through the three, Captain Nie turned around and his eyes sterned: "What are you two doing with you?"

Du Sen and Zhou Jin were stunned.

Captain Nie: "I have something to say to Fucheng."

Dusen: "Oh oh oh, I'll go see how the lab is going."

Zhou Jin: "I'll go too."

Although the test airport was simple, with only an ordinary bus station-sized waterway building and a runway, a small catering bar was also set up inside. However, Captain Nie did not mean to have tea and rest in this place. He walked through this small bar and came to a conference room.

Fucheng followed in silently.

The door of the conference room was closed, and Chief Nie said: "Sit."

Fucheng sat down.

Captain Nie: "How long hasn't seen you, huh?"

Fucheng looked up at the other party.

Captain Nie glared at the brilliance: "Let's watch, what are you looking at? Reply."

Fucheng straightened his back: "Report to the leader of the group, two years and three months."

The serious-looking Air Force Colonel looked at the young man in front of him with a cold look. Fucheng looked firmly at the front without dodging at all. After a minute, Commander Nie laughed first: "Okay, I've retired, I'll report to the commander. Are you my soldier?"

Fu Cheng glanced at him and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Captain Nie: "Hmm? Don't you recognize me?"

The stiff body gradually relaxed. For so many days, the heart in the chest seemed to warm up again for the first time. Fu Cheng also laughed, his voice gentle: "Captain."

Captain Nie: "How is the family situation recently? I remember you have a sister."

Fucheng: "She just got married half a year ago and they are all very good."

Captain Nie: "Then how are you in good health."

Fucheng: "It's pretty good too."
To be continued...