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

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

The two walked side by side. When they reached the entrance of the community, they saw a white ticket sticking out on the window of the Ferrari parked on the side of the road. After approaching, Zhuo Huan tskated gently and tore off the ticket.

After getting on the car, Zhuo Huan pressed the window and raised his head to look at the young man outside the car.

Fucheng stood by the car and looked down at him. Qingya's eyebrows and eyes turned against the warm light behind him, outlining his beautiful and handsome 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, and there seemed to be a feeling of being scattered by the high raised wrist bones when he was pulling this wrist just now. "Fucheng." He stretched out his hand.

Fucheng was slightly stunned.

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

Fucheng reached out and held his hand.

Zhuo Huan: "Low your head a little."

Fucheng lowered his head, as if he had predicted it. When the man raised his head and kissed him, Fucheng opened his lips and kissed him gently. The kiss was entangled in ambiguously, but it was very short. After the lips separated, Zhuo Huan held his hand and looked down along the slightly open collar of the T-shirt. But Fucheng had already stood up straight and let go of his hand.

"Go to COMAC the day after tomorrow?"

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

The two of them said a few more words, Zhuo Huan closed the car window and left on the accelerator. When he left, Fucheng saw him lit a cigarette in the car. He didn't turn around and leave at the first time. Fucheng stood in place and watched the car gradually move away. The street lights and neon lights on both sides of the road made his eyes a little confused.

He couldn't tell the difference between his feelings, and he was confused and confused, so he walked home.

When I got home, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom as soon as I opened the door. I didn’t expect that Fu Xiao was taking a shower.

Fu Cheng returned to his room and buried his face deeply in his palm. Suddenly, he heard the phone ticking and took it over and took it to take a look.

[Zhuo Huan: Have you ever said you like me?]

Time suddenly stopped.

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

Answer the phone so quickly?

Fucheng: "Just picking up your phone."

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "Oh." Just listening to this voice, you can imagine that he was smoking a cigarette, looking calm and owing a beating, "Did you see my news?"

“…”

"When did you start to 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 sounded: "Teacher Zhuo, I remember you seem to be myopia."

"ha?"

"You wear glasses, and you often see them when you work."

"Yes, what."

Fu Xiao: "Why didn't it? Every time I was sad and painful, you would comfort me and say that there was a very powerful person who was investigating the air crash of my parents. If it were him, it would be possible to find it out. But after that 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 through his heart.

Finally, he sat down: "Yes, I was really disappointed with him at that time. Actually, I knew it was not his problem. He decided not to give up salvage alone. This was a decision made by the US official, airline, and aircraft manufacturers. In fact, rationally speaking, it was really difficult to salvage the Roger 318."

After so long, people always have to continue living, and Fu Xiao has also seen it out. Unlike five years ago, she could hardly mention the air crash. Although she was uncomfortable now, she could say it: "Well, but knowing and understanding are the same thing. I really don't want to give up like that and never care about it."

Looking at his sister's sad and helpless expression, Fu Cheng said, "Sister, maybe there is still a chance."

"What?"

"Teacher Zhuo...is Zhuo Huan, he is still trying to get Roger 318."

Fu Xiao opened his eyes wide in surprise and his lips slightly opened.

Fu Cheng tightened his fingers: "Actually, he has never ignored it. He has always cared about the air crash. So, he has been spending money privately to salvage it."

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

Only then did she realize that in addition to the families of the victims, there was no one who had given up on Rogue 318.

She heard Fucheng whisper and said softly that she was transferred to UAAG a year ago, and joined forces with Zhuo Huan and others to investigate various air crashes. Then she knew that Zhuo Huan had never given up on Roger 318, and even went bankrupt in order to salvage the plane.

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

Fu Xiao: "Acheng, I think you have always hated Zhuo Huan."

The voice stopped, and after a long time, Fu Cheng replied: "Well. Because I had too much expectation and trust in him, when Teacher Zhuo suddenly announced that he would not salvage Roger 318, I was a little sad. Reason told me that this matter had nothing to do with him, but I just couldn't help but blame him. But later I knew that I misunderstood Teacher Zhuo, and he was more respectable than I thought."

He looked at Fucheng steadily. After a while, Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Acheng, you seem to like him very much."

Fu Cheng was stunned. After a few seconds, he stood up and said, "Sister, I'll go wash the dishes."

"good."

While washing dishes, Fucheng closed his eyes and two years ago appeared in front of him.

He stood at the end of the crowd with the admission permits of the victims' families.

The camera clattered, and the flash illuminated the conference hall as daylight. His heart was hanging in his throat, his heart was beating, and his chest was shaking.

Every family of the victim who came to the press conference realized that three years later, what would definitely happen at this press conference at NTSB.

What is destined to happen.

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

"I announce that on June 13, 2019, all investigations will be suspended."

The breathing ended at that moment.

There were crying and shouting sounds in the venue.

The blood was crunched, the biting cold disappointment and disbelief made Fucheng feel like he fell into an ice cellar. No sound could be heard in his mind anymore. He tried his best to break open the crowd, wanting to see the person with his own eyes, and wanting to verify that it was not what the person said to give up the investigation. However, when he used all his strength and finally saw the man's first glance through the crowded crowd, he stopped.

This was the first time he was so close to him, looking at Zhuo Huan.

The cold and indifferent eyes glanced at him casually without stopping for a second. Zhuo Huan's eyes were full of irritability and impatientness. The noisy environment and the reporters' problems made his slender eyebrows frown tightly. His fingers were inserted into his short hair. Finally, Zhuo Huan stood up slapped the table, pulled off the investigation team's ID hanging around his neck, smashed it on the table, and left with great strides.

When he left, he happened to pass by Fucheng.

Fucheng slowly raised his head, watching the man endured the irritability and hostility in his eyes, approached step by step, and then walked away step by step.

Then, the spokesperson for ntsb stood up and said: "The investigation has been terminated and all investigators have withdrawn from Roger 318's investigation team from this moment, including Mr. Patrick, the head of the investigation team. If you have any questions, please ask me."

Just like he knew he shouldn't have doubted the teacher, but he couldn't help it. He was a disgusting and dark person. He had suspected more than once that the teacher kidnapped the plane and committed suicide.

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

But that was Zhuo Huan.

Why, it is Zhuo Huan?

He once supported all hope on this person. Every time he collapsed in despair over the past three years, he would think of the name of this person in his heart, and then live with courage. He piled up endless hopes into towers, and the broken ruins in his heart were the cornerstones of the towers that supported him to survive these 1,095 days.

At that moment, hope was poured into a sharp and cold sword that pierced his heart, piercing him from blood and blood, and crushed to pieces.

Faith collapsed completely.

Closed his eyes, Fucheng took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, he turned off the faucet.

Dr. Zhao said that he would go to a psychologist. Heart disease requires heart medicine. Only by completely getting out of that air crash can he recover. But in fact, there is no need to find a psychologist. He always knew what he was guilty and what he was escaping.

"Acheng."

Fu Cheng turned around and saw Fu Xiao standing by the kitchen door and asked him, "Why did the net at home be broken? Will you repair it?"

Fucheng wiped his hands clean: "The net is broken? I'll go and take a look."

Life always has to continue, and he has more reasons to live.

***

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

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

During lunch, Fucheng brought his own lunch box. He was seen by a familiar experimenter and asked him in surprise: "Major Fu, what are you cooking by yourself?"

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

Experimenter: "Wow, your sister is so awesome, so rich."
To be continued...