I took a leave in the morning and went to the airport to see Fu Xiao. In the afternoon, Fucheng returned to COMAC factory and continued to work.

The design of COMAC cr939 has reached the most critical stage. In the past week, everyone has been busy in the laboratory. It is said that Chief Designer Wu has not been home for five days. After Fucheng returned to COMAC, he went directly to the test pilot lounge, with Du Sen and Zhou Jin both here.

When Dusen saw him, he said in surprise: "Senior Brother, don't you take a long rest for a long time, just take a half day off?"

Fu Cheng shook his head: "I've been too busy recently. I'll be in the test flight in three days. I have to hurry up." After a pause, he glanced around and asked Dusen: "Where is the leader?"

Du Sen: "The leader went out just now, and he had something to say to Chief Designer Wu. 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 kept going upwards, and Fucheng's face reflected on the glass. After arriving at the third floor, as soon as he walked out of the elevator, Fucheng saw Commander Nie and Designer Wu from afar. The two stood outside the balcony, and there was a roaring ocean in the distance. They stood side by side, with a serious expression, as if they were discussing something in a low voice.

A few minutes later, Wu Hui left first.

Nie Xiang frowned and looked at the sea surface for a long time. He turned his head and saw Fucheng, and waved to him.

Fucheng walked over.

Captain Nie: "Two days ago, that boy Zhao Jiuchen became a flight instructor and taught a group of new recruits."

Fu Cheng was stunned, and a dark-skinned and smiling face suddenly appeared in his mind. He asked: "Why did Team Zhao suddenly become an instructor? He is only twenty-nine."

Commander Nie glanced at him and said calmly: "He was injured in a little while on mission three months ago. It was not a serious injury, but it had an impact on his vision. He couldn't stay on the aircraft carrier anymore, so he went to teach those recruits."

Fucheng was speechless.

Commander Nie: "The life is getting better and better. In the first few years, there were few soldiers, few planes, and fewer anything. Now we have more and more, but good pilots are always the ones that are most lacking." He looked at Fucheng meaningfully, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Fucheng suddenly didn't know what to say.

Captain Nie changed the topic: "Old Wu just told me that cr939 should be able to do this time."

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

"How is your relationship with Zhuo Huan?"

"Teacher Zhuo?" Fu Cheng turned around in surprise and looked at Captain Nie.

Captain Nie frowned, perhaps because he had liked to frown for many years, and there was a trace as deep as a crack between his eyebrows: "Well, it's been a year since you went to uaag, how about your relationship with him."

Fucheng: "...not bad."

Captain Nie: "Commercedes want him."

Fucheng looked up at him.

Captain Nie said firmly: "Not only COMAC, the country also wants him. Lao Wu mentioned it several times with indirect comments, but he still didn't make sure of it and said that he would do things. The country wanted to do something on the civil aviation passenger plane. We were almost a hundred years behind the West. If we didn't do it, it would be too late. Moreover, Shen Fei and Cheng Fei were both short of talents." He looked at Fucheng and said word by word: "It's very short, very short."

Fucheng: "Why did Teacher Zhuo refuse?"

Captain Nie was angry when he mentioned this: "It would be fine if he refused! He just doesn't refuse now, and he doesn't agree!"

Fucheng: "..."

Captain Nie: "What are these problems? If you have anything to say, why don't he be satisfied? It's because our country's aircraft manufacturing level is not as good as the West. Yes, that's not as good as it is, but if it is better, why do we want him to do it? But we are going to build planes with all our hearts! This time COMAC also showed him our sincerity. What else do he want? If you eat too much Western burgers, you will look down on our rice?"

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

Captain Nie: "You go and help me find out what he wants!"

"……good."

Fucheng did not expect that Captain Nie took the time to come to Commercial Aircraft again this time, and he actually talked about this matter to him. However, Fucheng was completely unsure of this matter.

He remembered that half a year ago, UAAG had just solved the case of Perfect Airlines 4012 in Boston. When they returned to China, they were riding Lina's father's private plane. Mr. Te directly pointed out that he hoped that Zhuo Huan would return to Mai Fei. At that time, Zhuo Huan refused directly.

Or maybe four months ago, they were in Los Angeles, Mr. Thor Reiner, the chief designer of Mai Fei and Zhuo Huan's teacher, also talked about this, but Zhuo Huan still had no intention of going back.

It was like a Mercedes-Benz train, Zhuo Huan suddenly stopped for no reason or reason.

He left the aircraft design industry, he investigated the air crash, and he accepted the commission from Mai Fei and COMAC, but he never built the plane himself again.

Seeing Captain Nie away, Fucheng's lips moved, and did not tell the other party about Mai Fei's invitation to Zhuo Huan.

Perhaps Captain Nie also knew that Mai Fei must have continued to invite Zhuo Huan, hoping that he would go back. But no one in this world knows why Zhuo Huan left. Two years ago, what caused him to suddenly resign as chief designer of Mai Fei and leave this giant in the aircraft manufacturing industry. What made him set up UAag a year later and start investigating the air crash.

Fucheng walked back to the lounge.

He looked down at his phone and clicked on the chat page with Zhuo Huan. His fingers stopped on the input key for a long time, but he didn't know what to say, so he kept watching quietly.

The empty corridor echoed with the sound of footsteps.

His eyes were stuck on the flashing cursor of the input box. Fucheng pondered for a long time and was about to type, when someone suddenly pulled his hair gently. He was stunned and turned around and saw that the glass door of the smoking room was opened. Zhuo Huan leaned against the door, biting a cigarette in his mouth, raising his chin slightly, and looking down at him. His hand was still in the air, without any concealing the fact that he had pulled Fucheng's hair just now.

Zhuo Huan: "I didn't see me even if I look so seriously."

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

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

The glass door was closed automatically.

Fucheng: "Is there any smoke?"

Zhuo Huan looked at him, chuckled softly, took out the silver cigarette box from his pocket and handed it over. Fu Cheng bit the cigarette with his mouth. He searched around and found a lighter on the table in the room. After lighting the cigarette, the two leaned against the metal railing beside the window.

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

Fucheng: "Send it to 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: "Rogue 318 air crash, she is the family of the victims, so she knows you."

"……oh."

"I told her that you have been salvaging the plane at your own expense since then."

"Um?"

"She is grateful to you, too."

Zhuo Huan's hand holding cigarette trembled on the glass ashtray. He let out a breath of smoke and turned to look at Fucheng: "Or?"

After a moment of silence, Fucheng said: "I am grateful to you too."

Zhuo Huan smiled: "What do you like?"

Fucheng paused, and he raised his head to look at the man in front of him. He looked at the man in front of him. Zhuo Huan took the cigarette smoked in Fucheng's mouth with one hand, then lowered his head and kissed him. After the bitter and rich smell of smoke was doubled, it rushed back from his mouth to his nose, making people's eyes wet. They closed their eyes, leaned against the metal railing, and kissed the person in front of them wholeheartedly.

After the kiss, Zhuo Huan looked down at him, took a sip of cigarette, and smiled faintly, "Don't you tell me?"

Fucheng gasped slightly, but said nothing.

Zhuo Huan: "Oh, I know if I don't say it. You have liked me for a long time..."

"I like you."

The voice came to an abrupt end. Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes and saw the young man tilted his head. His lips were filled with ambiguous water wet with saliva. He looked at himself calmly and said quietly and gently: "I like you."

A brief few seconds of silence.

"Hold."

He lowered his head and sealed the young man's lips. Fucheng reached out to hug his waist. Zhuo Huan pressed him on the edge of the metal railing and kissed him hard. The whole world was filled with the smell of this person between his lips, tongue, mouth and nose. In the spacious and empty smoking room, there was only the dull and dull twilight of the sunset and the ambiguous water sounds.

He had the urge to hold the person in his arms here and fuck the person in his arms, but Zhuo Huan gritted his teeth and held back.

Zhuo Huan was so angry that the evil man complained first: "How did you learn it? It's so seductive."

Fucheng had long been used to this person's character. He wiped the saliva from his lips and asked calmly: "I am a straight man, don't you know Teacher Zhuo."

"ha?"

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

“…”

Zhuo Huan pinched his chin and said viciously: "Fucheng, have you noticed that you are very good at pushing 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 see the light-colored iris patterns in the man's eyes. He looked at himself badly, and his tone was very unhappy, but Fucheng's heart was very quiet. Something invisible bloomed in his heart. He heard himself say this: "Now he will not only push you, but also kiss your mouth."

Zhuo Huan was stunned.

The next moment, Fucheng raised his head and kissed him.

...

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

Zhuo Huan was in a bad mood. He worked overtime for the past week and had no rest, which made him feel all over his body filled with low pressure. Now he was in a much better mood, and his eyebrows that had been frowning tightly stretched. Before entering the laboratory, he shouted Fucheng: "Your birthday the day after tomorrow?"

Fucheng stopped and looked at him: "Yes."

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

Fucheng: "…Hmm?"

"I wish you a birthday."

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