Five years ago, Qi Zhifeng, the former instructor of the Jinling Military Region Air Force Training Camp, had no choice but to retire early due to failure in stock investment and took office as a Rogue Airlines.

The welfare benefits of air force pilots are very generous, but compared with the captain position of large airlines, they are too busy, and they have no time to do other side jobs and cannot take care of their family. When Qi Zhifeng retired, Dusen had not graduated from the training camp. At that time, no one expected that life never gave people a desperate situation, but to make things worse.

After retiring, Qi Zhifeng's life gradually improved, and everything seemed to have hope.

However, at this moment, his wife and son suddenly encountered a car accident together. The son died on the spot and his wife became a vegetable. Such a blow was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for a husband and a father.

Commander Nie recalled the situation at that time and sighed: "Although Lao Qi has been discharged from the army, such a thing happened at that time, and the army also provided help to take his family to the Air Force General Hospital for treatment. Alas, who would have thought that Lao Qi would encounter an air crash two months later, and even his family is no longer there."

Fucheng's lips twitched, but he couldn't even say a word.

Eight years ago, he met his teacher's wife when he first entered the training camp. At that time, the teacher was taking a group of recruits to the theory class. In the class, the teacher was serious, upright, and loud. He always liked to suddenly click someone's name and ask him to stand up and answer the questions. If he couldn't answer, he had to go to the playground to run fifty laps.

Everyone was very scared. They were all big boys in their teens and twenty years old. In the past, they were not afraid of the world. Every time they were at this time, they would lower their eyebrows, fearing that they would be seen by Qi Zhifeng.

At that time, Fucheng was called to answer questions.

It was a thin gas dynamics problem. Boltzmann's equation was clearly printed in his mind. Everything was so familiar that it seemed to have happened yesterday. Fucheng was a little nervous, but he still answered the question smoothly. Then he saw an officer knocking on the door. Instructor Qi walked over and said a few words to him. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something. Instructor Qi's grim and cold face showed a surprised smile. Such a smile appeared on the face of a person who always looked straight, inexplicably a little funny and out of place.

Instructor Qi looked up at the corridor. Because Fucheng was standing, he could see a little. He saw a middle-aged woman with long hair. Instructor Qi smiled when he saw her. Then he turned stern again, walked to her side and whispered a few quick words, and then returned to the classroom: "What are you doing? The class is not over yet. What are you going to rebel? Okay, Fucheng, answered well, sit down!"

There was almost no doubt. When Fucheng sat down, he realized inexplicably that it must be his master's wife.

Family is destroyed and people are killed.

These four words never appeared naked in front of Fucheng at any moment.

When he learned that the teacher's son died in a car accident and his wife was unconscious again, Fucheng and several old classmates immediately took leave and went to the hospital to visit the teacher. The energetic and energetic lieutenant colonel officer in his memory turned white overnight and sat in the hospital ward in a daze.

That day, several students invited the instructor to have dinner together. After getting drunk, Instructor Qi took Fucheng's hand and asked him with red eyes: "You said, why did God treat me like this? Fucheng, I don't understand, Fucheng..."

That was the first time Fucheng saw the teacher crying, and it was also the only time.

He was destroyed and shattered by life.

But life still has to continue. A month after his wife's car accident, Qi Zhifeng returned to Roger Airways to continue working. He had to earn money to pay off his debts and also earn money to pay his wife high medical expenses.

But five years later, his wife left.

After a long time, Fucheng said quietly: "This is a reunion."

Captain Nie sighed: "Old Qi is really suffering from his life!"

After saying a few more words, Captain Nie patted Fucheng on the shoulder: "I have something to do in the laboratory, so I'll leave first. Fucheng, I always welcome you back. If you have good health and are almost done, don't waste time outside, come back for me! Do you know?"

Fucheng nodded, he stood up and wanted to see the group leader go away.

The two walked to the door of the conference room together. Captain Nie suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "By the way, you are in uaag, how do you feel like Zhuo Huan?"

Fucheng was stunned and silent, and he said, "Teacher Zhuo is very awesome and very outstanding."

Commander Nie smiled and said, "Who asked you this? Can I not know if Zhuo Huan has the ability? Lao Li and I asked the leader with a shy face to ask him to give a speech to our army. Have you forgotten?" After saying that, Commander Nie looked again, he lowered his voice and said solemnly: "I'm asking you, how is this person's political awareness?"

Fucheng looked at Captain Nie in surprise.

Captain Nie explained: "The country has always wanted to invite Zhuo Huan back. He is a Chinese. What is it about building aircraft for other countries? Why don't you go back to your motherland to build aircraft? Not to mention COMAC, the country has many fighter jet R&D projects, all of which require talents! Two years ago, after Zhuo Huan resigned from Mai Fei, we sent someone to contact him and wanted to invite him back. But he never agreed or refused. After you have been in contact with him for a long time, tell me, is there any other reason for him? For example, he grew up in the West and was affected by some influence and didn't want to come back?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng: "Teacher Zhuo is not such a person, otherwise he would not have set up the headquarters of uaag in Shencheng."

Captain Nie thought for a while: "What you said is reasonable." After thinking for a long time, he asked again: "Did Zhuo Huan have some personal character problems in private? I heard that he doesn't seem to be easy to get along with."

Fu Cheng blurted out, his tone firm: "No, Teacher Zhuo has no personal moral problems!"

He spoke too quickly and had almost no hesitation. Captain Nie was stunned.

Captain Nie nodded: "Oh, okay, don't tell others about this."

Realizing the intense tone just now, Fu Cheng moved his lips and said softly: "...well."

The two walked out of the conference room together.

After seeing off Commander Nie, Fucheng and Du Sen went to COMAC factory again to conduct some data confirmation and test flight simulation of the new wing shape.

Time passes day by day.

Zhuo Huan and Fucheng took over the second week after COMAC's mission to design a new wide-body aircraft, Lina and the other two left Shencheng. Uaag was commissioned by Air France. Three months ago, a cargo plane crashed at Frankfurt International Airport. Fortunately, no one was killed, and both pilots were only slightly injured. Now the accident investigation is about to come to an end, and several more difficult problems have emerged. Air France commissioned Uaag to ask them to assist in the investigation.

When lina talked about this matter to Zhuo Huan, Zhuo Huan directly replied on the phone: "You three go."

lina smiled and said, "Okay."

Air France had no objection to this, so two days ago, Lina, Su Fei and Joseph, the old, boarded a plane to France and arrived in the distant romantic capital of Paris.

And here, Shanghai Commercial Aircraft Laboratory.

Normally, although the pilots of the test flight team must always keep close contact with the aircraft's design and planning, they are pilots after all, not designers, and are usually relatively relaxed. Just like Dusen, he also takes into account the Air Force's practice instructions, and sometimes disappears for a few days to perform secret missions.

Fucheng is similar to it.

After the first test flight mission, he ushered in a long vacation. He only needed to go to COMAC Laboratory twice a week.

Among the three people in the test flight team, only Zhou Jin was really staying at COMAC's aircraft manufacturing factory and recording every experiment record. Among these three people, Dusen is an elite pilot of the air force. He is the commander of the superior to join the test flight team. He is here to help. Fucheng is similar. He was appointed by Zhuo Huan alone because he is more familiar with the new wing shape and has relevant experience.

Zhou Jin is the real test pilot, and he needs to pay close attention to the progress of the aircraft's manufacturing.

In mid-August, Fucheng took a taxi to COMAC factory. He first went to the test pilot lounge and greeted Zhou Jin, and then came to the laboratory.

The induction glass door automatically opened to both sides when the young man walked to the door one meter. The cool air conditioning and air conditioning dispelled the heat of the scorching heat outside, and the coolness of the bones and the refreshing coolness was refreshing. Fucheng walked to the T4 laboratory. After a month of getting along, several familiar experimenters smiled and greeted him. Someone came over to introduce the latest changes to him.

Experimenter: "The new test flight is temporarily scheduled for next Tuesday."

Fucheng: "Okay, I understand."

The two sides exchanged a few more words, and Fucheng left the laboratory with a thick stack of materials.

The dazzling sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the glass corridor. The air conditioning was less vicious and thick heat due to the air conditioning. I felt brilliant and no longer hot. Fucheng was flipping through the information while walking forward. Halfway through, he seemed to sense something in his heart. He raised his head and saw Zhuo Huan walking from the other end of the corridor.

Both of them stopped when they saw each other.

With four eyes connected, Fucheng silently looked at the man standing not far away, and Zhuo Huan also looked at him.

A few seconds later, the two approached.

Fucheng said hello first: "Teacher Zhuo."

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and glanced at the information in his hand, raised his eyebrows lightly, and his voice was dissipated: "Test flight information?"

"Um."

"So many."

Fu Cheng looked up at him, and after a few seconds, he said, "Yes."

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets, chewing gum carelessly, looked at him calmly for a few seconds, and let out a chuckle from his nose. He walked around Fucheng and continued forward. After two steps, he seemed to remember something again, and turned around: "Oh yes, have you eaten?"

Fucheng turned around and said, "I've eaten."

Zhuo Huan glanced up and down at him: "Are you losing weight? Fucheng?"

In an instant, the smooth flowing river in his heart suddenly burst out huge waves, impacting the vulnerable embankment, causing his heart to inexplicably begin to feel deep pain.

Fu Cheng looked at the person in front of him deeply, without blinking, and then smiled and said, "Is there any, Teacher Zhuo, have you read it wrong?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him: "Oh, maybe. See you next week."

"Okay, see you next week."

They said goodbye lightly, and the two of them turned around and left.

In the quiet and uninhabited corridor, the sun shone on the marble ground, shining with undulating light. When he reached the end of the corridor, Fucheng stopped. He stood still, his fingers trembling violently. He looked up at the ceiling, lowered his head, and after a long time, he took a step away.

On the other hand, he did not see that the person who should have gone to the restaurant turned around and walked into the smoking room.

Zhuo Huan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking while watching Fucheng go downstairs and walking towards the door. He smoked indifferently, and the white smoke rose in front of him. He held the cigarette with his fingers and leaned slightly by the window until the figure watching the young man disappear at the corner of the building and could no longer be seen. Zhuo Huan tskated gently, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and crushed it hard.

***

After Fucheng returned home, he put the test flight information down, and not long after, he received a call from Su Qiao.

Tonight is a class reunion.

This class reunion was to raise charity funds for the old classmate. Fucheng was not easy to refuse. Before the party started, he anonymously sent the old classmate's Alipay account.

In the evening, I had supper in a five-star hotel.

There were not many people coming, only two tables. However, each of them wore a famous watch and a famous brand leather bag. Fucheng entered the hotel in an ordinary T-shirt. When he saw these bright and beautiful and extremely strange classmates, he suddenly understood something. During the whole party, he always sat quietly aside and lowered his head to eat alone.

When an old classmate saw him, he talked to him happily and asked him if he still remembered himself.

However, Fucheng's attitude was polite and distant. After saying a few times, no old classmate would chat with him again.

Su Qiao was a soccer girl in the private room. She was very surprised. She had a good alcohol tolerance and could drink with her male classmates, and talked about luxury goods with her female classmates.

After dinner, everyone's face was flushed, as if everyone was a close friend who had not seen him for many years.

After the party, everyone called the driver.

Fucheng wanted to take a taxi home with his cell phone, and a gentle female voice rang behind him: "Fucheng..."

Fucheng turned around and said, "Su Qiao?"

The pretty woman's cheeks were slightly red and she was not completely drunk, but she was obviously slightly drunk too. She frowned and said, "Can you send me home?"

Fu Cheng silently said: "I don't have a car."

An old classmate heard this and said loudly: "Su Qiao, I'll take you home. I drove here, Mercedes-Benz."

Su Qiao turned around and smiled at him: "No, I just want to send me back in Fucheng."

As soon as these words came to the ground, ambiguous cheers rang out in the private room.

In this noisy environment, Fucheng looked at Su Qiao calmly. Su Qiao turned her head and her eyes fell into Fucheng's calm eyes. She was suffocated for a moment. After a few seconds, she smiled and blinked: "Fucheng, you won't give me this face, I'm drunk, do you have the heart to let me go back alone in the middle of the night?"
To be continued...