Unexpectedly, Chen Jiayu heard from his father that the cause of the accident where the elevator of Cargo Airlines 1025 was jammed was initially found out. He actually guessed it. It was because the machines transporting large-scale fuel extraction were not fixed in the correct way. Compliance caused several straps to break when being pulled up, triggering a domino effect. All three machines behind the cargo hold were moved to the rear of the aircraft. This not only caused the center of gravity to shift backwards, but also directly pierced the cargo hold. , it was lucky to land without any casualties. Another thing that made him realize his prophecy was that the black box was knocked over five seconds after the plane took off, and all the data was not recovered. However, the fuselage was not overheated and the damage was not serious. It is said that experts basically opened the cover and looked at the degree of damage to the cargo wall and tail slider, and then they roughly knew what happened.
Fang Hao and him had an unfortunate schedule these two days. When Fang Hao was resting, he was flying, and when he was flying, Fang Hao was taking turns to rest. Fang Hao was originally the kind of person who didn't want to stay at the airport for a second once he got off work or had a shift, but now that the two of them hadn't met each other for several days, Fang Hao said that he was willing to wait for him at the airport for a while after getting off the night shift. Let’s have breakfast with Chen Jiayu before he holds a pre-departure meeting.
The cause of the accident also spread among the control and the few captains who were in the airspace that day. Fang Hao's first words when he saw him were: "Cargo Airlines 1025, have you heard about it? I'm really impressed by you." That’s right.”
"I heard about it," Chen Jiayu asked when he saw him. He also realized that it was related to the situation on the day he was on duty. He thought that he had left early and returned late these two days. He had failed to make several appointments. It was still early in the morning when he barely made up the time. , so his heart also twitched - "This time, it didn't affect you, right? I think you have been in the past two days..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Hao shook his head and interrupted him: "Not this time. But I heard that the crew and the transportation team were all punished." He really couldn't let go because of this incident in the past two days. The leader was picky when the secondary radar failed. He really couldn't guarantee that they would find any mistakes this time. However, a week passed, and Deputy Director Yan Xiong did not come to him. Guo Zhifang also called him from home to reassure him, so he felt that it was indeed none of his fault.
Chen Jiayu didn't listen to what Chen Zheng said about this matter, "The crew was punished? He brought the plane with the jammed elevator to the ground at a speed of more than 200 per hour without any casualties. He has done a good job." He was a bit on behalf of the old captain of No. 1025. Fight against injustice. I heard from his father that the captain was originally from civil aviation and was about to retire, so he caught up with this.
Fang Hao only made a preliminary guess: "The machines imported from abroad... may be quite expensive, including an airplane, all of which were scrapped."
Chen Jiayu didn't buy it and said, "Those are all passenger-converted aircraft that have been converted into cargo by Hainan Airlines. They will all be retired in two years. As for the machines... no matter how expensive the machines are, how can a person's life be valuable?" Because the person sitting across from him is precious. It was Fang Hao who was in charge, so he spoke without reservation, "The carrier should be punished. I have no objection to this. I don't think the crew should take the blame."
Fang Hao didn't agree with his last sentence: "The captain of the shipping company can't tell you how hard it is. In their regulations, it's not clear at all how to secure such an unconventional large machine. It is said that the military transports weapons, armored vehicles and the like. My own set of rules are passed down from experience and have not been written into the rules." In the final analysis, it is because the rules have not followed up. Fang Hao knows this very well, he has suffered this loss himself.
Chen Jiayu didn't know about this. He nodded, and finally changed the topic and said, "It's good that it didn't affect you. You've been so busy these past two days, I'm shocked."
Fang Hao said again: "No, I'm just busy. Sister Guo is not still on maternity leave, just get through this month." He shouldn't have worked so many night shifts, even working night shifts is very taxing on the body. Especially after a long night shift, his eyes became red and bloodshot. "But the good news is that my apprentice is about to start his apprenticeship. From now on, you may catch up with Zhan Bo to get the microphone eight times out of ten." He added.
But Chen Jiayu smacked his lips with a look of regret on his face: "I can't hear your voice anymore. This is not good news."
He spoke intimately without losing his voice at all. Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people at the airport in the morning, he moved his chair a little closer to him.
Fang Hao was not the kind of person who liked to show affection in public, so he was a little embarrassed by what he said, so he lowered his head and sipped his coffee without moving, and allowed Chen Jiayu to touch him lightly with his knee under the table. own knees.
Chen Jiayu watched him drinking coffee and suddenly remembered something. He took out a thermos cup from the flight case and gave it back to Fang Hao: "Your cup." The last time they met for lunch at T1, Fang Hao happened to come over. During the night shift, and Chen Jiayu was about to leave after completing a day's flight, Fang Hao tried to make a decaf oatmeal latte with a semi-automatic coffee machine at home, and put it into a thermos cup and brought it to the airport for him to take away. Chen Jiayu was moved and joked that his birthday gift was a great value investment. It was obviously bought for Fang Hao and he had already bought it several times in a row. Of course, if he slept at Fang Hao's house for two more days, he might be back to his original self, but he was embarrassed to say this, and it seemed that he wanted too much.
"Where are you flying today? Are you also flying on the weekend?" Fang Hao saw the silence at the table, so he started talking about work in his usual way.
"It's Shenzhen Bao'an and Guangzhou Baiyun. We also fly on Saturday and have Sunday off. But I have to go home on Sunday." Pilots don't have holidays or weekends, and Chen Jiayu is no exception. He looked apologetic. Sunday was originally a day off for both of them, but he had agreed in advance that he would accompany his parents to eat and go to the park, and he would probably need to stay out all day.
Fang Hao didn't mind too much. He nodded and said, "It's okay. What about Monday?" When he saw Chen Jiayu taking out his mobile phone and starting to look through his schedule, he added in a low voice: "Anyway, my home is close to the airport, you...it's okay." If it’s my son, I’ll come over as soon as I get off the flight. You don’t have to decide on a specific day, just call in advance. As long as I’m not on duty in the middle of the week, I should be at home.”
Chen Jiayu hummed in agreement. After that night and day, he hadn't seen Fang Hao for a long time, and he hadn't touched him for a long time. I've seen it twice at T1, including this time today, and it was always a rush. They sent text messages very frequently, and they often chatted on and off each other. Every time he turned on the mobile data on his phone after turning off the car, there were always new messages coming in. The crew chief who was familiar with him made fun of him. Before they figured it out, the chat history between them was less than ten pages, but now they can chat for ten pages in two days. Chen Jiayu was stuck in traffic on the way back to Lijing yesterday, so he asked Fang Hao to send him a photo to see, but Fang Hao refused. He could only turn back the record to the photo of the hickey that Hao sent to him a week ago. See more After a few glances, he almost reacted. After being beeped by the car behind him for a long time, he could only turn off the screen and extinguish the small fire in his heart.
That night, Fang Hao received a text message from Fang Shengjie, which was a link to Weibo. Fang Hao clicked on it and saw a Weibo post from Chen Jiayu's real-name certified account. It was a very familiar photo. The sunset at Daxing Airport was captured through the cockpit glass. The sunset reflected the empty runway in the center of the screen. It seems that Chen Jiayu has not posted on Weibo for a long time, and he suddenly posted this post after half a year. Someone in the civil aviation circle also recognized the airport and runway, and commented below whether it was related to the special situation of Cargo Airlines 1025. It was probably Jia Ge who was praying for a safe flight.
But only Fang Hao knew that this was not the photo he had just taken, but the photo of runway 17 left that he sent to him a few weeks ago. He had a special inference in his mind - maybe Chen Jiayu didn't care about the people that much, wasn't so wary of danger in times of peace, and his motive was 100% selfish. Maybe, he thought, he was also recalling that that was the starting point of their acquaintance. At that time, everything had not started yet, and everything turned upside down in just a few weeks.
"Speaking of which, I have something to tell you..." Fang Hao picked up his phone and started typing to Fang Shengjie.
It was also a busy T1 terminal, but Zhou Qichen and Lang Feng had a smooth appointment. It had been a full week since Fang Hao's birthday party, and they appeared in the parking lot according to the agreed time. Zhou Qichen saw Lang Feng's dark blue Tesla at a glance. When he walked over, he did not forget to tease him: "This meeting will be stopped."
"Good evening." Lang Feng responded to him naturally. He was so upright that Zhou Qichen was in a daze - Lang Feng drank a lot that day, and Margarita who gave him twice the tequila out of selfishness, for Margarita who was there that night He wouldn't... not remember anything about what happened in the guest bedroom, would he? Zhou Qichen thought again, if he really couldn't remember anything, he couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
It was also rare that both of them had just gotten off the plane. Zhou Qichen had been on duty for thirteen consecutive hours and was jet-lagged. Lang Feng had also just gotten off the flight from Berlin to Beijing. The two of them had a tacit understanding and were both starving, so Lang Feng took the initiative to take Zhou Qichen. Go eat what is known as the best Italian food in Beijing.
The restaurant looks very high-end, there isn't even a single Chinese character on the menu, and the waiters going back and forth are all foreign faces. Zhou Qichen had never been to a place like this. It seemed like a perfect place for a date. The tables on the left and right were filled with smartly dressed urban white-collar workers, chatting intimately under the ambiguous candlelight. He was beating a drum in his heart, but he, Lang Feng, a four-bar pilot and a three-bar pilot, at least in appearance, were definitely not inferior to anyone else.
Lang Feng knew that he had never been here before, so when he frowned at the menu, he began to introduce to him the dishes he had ordered. But after talking for a long time, Zhou Qichen finally let him take care of everything. Finally, the waiter who came to take the order knew Lang Feng. He was a handsome young man with brown hair. The two of them were speaking a foreign language. Whether it was Dutch or German, Zhou Qichen didn't know it. He just looked at Lang Feng. I ordered all the dishes for two people.
"Do you speak Dutch or German better?" He suddenly asked Lang Feng after the waiter walked away.
Lang Feng said: "I can use Dutch at work and when communicating with the crew. I can speak it better if I use it every day. German was even better when I was a kid, because my parents were working in Frankfurt at that time and were at school with my godfather and godmother. They or other German friends will also talk about it."
Zhou Qichen did not hide his admiration for this language skill: "How do you remember so many languages."
"You will become familiar with things only after you have used them, just like..." Lang Feng looked at him up and down, but couldn't find any suitable examples on the other party. He could only say in a very general way: "You must have a lot of things that I don't know. A skill is something you are particularly good at.”
...really not. Zhou Qichen thought about it for a while, could Te be willing to bear hardships?
He just smiled and took a sip of the wine Lang Feng ordered.
After a while, Zhou Qichen felt the need to speak frankly, so he took the initiative to mention it to Lang Feng: "So, you really wanted to pursue Fang Hao at the beginning."
Lang Feng didn't shy away, and nodded generously: "It's not a chase, I really wanted to ask him out for a meal and a drink. But he refused on the spot. He said he wouldn't talk to people in the circle. I asked him if there was anyone he liked. People, he said no. But..." Lang Feng looked at Zhou Qichen with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Zhou Qichen understood what he meant and answered smoothly: "You want to ask me about him and Chen Jiayu?"
Lang Feng hummed and whispered: "I have guessed, but I'm not sure. So...are they together?" That night at Fang Hao's house, he did not see Chen Jiayu and Fang Hao clinging to each other. On the contrary, they The total conversation time was not very long, but Rao Shilangfeng also observed the undercurrent between the two people, which seemed to be a little closer than ordinary friends. Among the people in the circle, Lang Feng brought celebratory champagne to the party, Zhou Qichen also brought wine, Chu Yirou gave him an eye protection lamp, Fang Shengjie gave him a running belt, and Chen Jiayu gave him the heaviest and most generous gift.
"Not yet, but we are developing in that direction," Zhou Qichen told him honestly, "I have known Chen Jiayu for a long time." After saying that, Zhou Qichen weighed it in his mind, and Lang Feng made an appointment with Fang Hao. Hao refused on the grounds that he didn't want to fall in love with people in the industry, and then turned around and got close to Chen Jiayu, who was in the industry. Lang Feng must have felt bad. He asked him tentatively: "Do you mind?"
Lang Feng smiled calmly and said, "It's useless for me to mind. Things that are not destined to happen will never be destined to happen no matter how you do it."
Zhou Qichen comforted him: "Fang Hao won't lie to you, maybe... he didn't even realize it at the time." After he finished speaking, he added: "The two of them have just started to show signs, let alone me. I’m telling you, Brother Jia will come to me to settle the score then.”
Indeed, Fang Hao was strict with his words, and Chen Jiayu had always been protective. Zhou Qichen estimated that if he hadn't specifically sent a text message to ask Fang Hao that day, he might not have known the truth for months. Even if he asked, Fang Hao didn't tell him clearly. Instead, he concluded with "It's a long story." It was Zhou Qichen who inferred it himself.
While they were talking, the waiter brought the appetizers and asked Lang Feng a few questions while serving the dishes. The two of them seemed to be talking to each other as if they were acquaintances. The other party asked a question, his voice rose, and then both of them turned their heads to look at Zhou Qichen at the same time. Lang Feng's gaze on him was particularly gentle and reserved. Then the two of them came closer to talk for a few more words. Finally, the handsome boy with brown hair said to He gave a thumbs up and left.
He really couldn't understand and couldn't help but be curious, so he could only ask again: "What did you... say?"
Lang Feng said: "He asked us if we were on a date, and I said yes," and then, as if not giving Zhou Qichen a chance to refute, he said: "I often come to this restaurant alone, and he visited it several times before I always come to eat alone.”
Come to such a romantic restaurant alone, order three dishes, and sip a glass of wine... Lang Feng's life is really comfortable and free. He may not even realize it himself, but in Zhou Qichen's eyes, this kind of comfort and freedom is a luxury. This kind of luxury is not in terms of monetary value. Although he does not have the annual salary of a foreign airline captain, with his hourly salary and working hours, this kind of place can still be afforded. It was more of a spiritual sense - Zhou Qichen could tell from the first contact that Lang Feng had a face that had never been bullied before. With a mortgage and car loan, he could fly wide-body airliners and be promoted to captain before he was thirty, and still have time to live a slow life. His ease and openness, his confidence and generosity are all dazzling and even dazzling.
When Zhou Qichen thought of this, his wine was a little over the top, and he asked Lang Feng: "So, are we? On a date?"
Lang Feng's answer was naturally expected: "If you ask me, of course I say yes." Then he smiled and asked Zhou Qichen: "What do you think?"
Zhou Qichen was stunned for a moment, and then agreed: "Just say so."
Lang Feng used a fork to put the appetizer - a dish of delicately presented Brussels sprouts - onto Zhou Qichen's plate so that he could eat more. Western utensils, Chinese habits. Zhou Qichen ate it. Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good.
The two of them got to know each other better and talked about their profession. Zhou Qichen asked him how many hours of flight time he had on the A330 before he was promoted to captain. Lang Feng said that he had been flying the A330 for five years before he had enough 2,500 hours and 400 takeoffs and landings - Kuan The single-body passenger aircraft has a long range and fewer takeoffs and landings in the same period of time. It is more difficult to ascend on the Airbus A330 than on other models such as the 320. Zhou Qichen started flying the A330 just after passing the simulator test at the beginning of the year. He has accumulated more than 500 hours so far. This is based on the fact that he often flies the A321, and he has also flown the A321 for 500 hours.
"How many hours do you have on duty in a year?" Lang Feng was a little surprised when he heard this.
Zhou Qichen thought for a while and told him the truth: "Last year, there were more than 1,100 hours in total. This year... I guess it's 1,200. Now it's more than 1,000, and November hasn't passed yet." Civil aviation regulations stipulate that pilots can be on duty at most in a year. 1,000 hours, but there are policies and countermeasures. As long as health permits, the company is naturally willing to use its existing manpower to do more work while hiring fewer people. Zhou Qichen often works five days and two days off, and often works 15 or 6 hours a day.
This was really the first time Lang Feng had heard of it, and he couldn't hide his surprise: "Is everyone like this? This is... too hard."
"There are choices. Those who are experienced pilots with a family or children don't work so hard. But I don't want to be promoted to captain as soon as possible. I just need to endure the pain and be tired," Zhou Qichen smiled and winked at him again. Eyes: "So, it's hard to make an appointment for me."
He meant something behind his words, and Lang Feng heard it. He originally wanted to say something more about his extremely heavy workload, but the two of them were not familiar with each other yet, and he didn't think it was appropriate. In the end, he could only say seriously: " Well, thank you for making time for me.”
Zhou Qichen was amused: "I was just joking, I didn't mean it that way. It's quite comfortable to chat with you."
After finishing the meal and paying the bill, Lang Feng insisted on inviting him, saying that he finally had a day off. Zhou Qichen followed suit and said he would invite him back next week, and also agreed to have Chinese food with him next week.
Before leaving, Zhou Qichen asked where Lang Feng lived, but he only asked once and there was no follow-up. It's not that he didn't have other thoughts, but Lang Feng's rejection last time made him feel that it was better to keep a distance. When it was time to take the initiative, he took the initiative, and now it was the other party's turn to play his cards.
Lang Feng looked hesitant for a moment, but in the end he remained a gentleman and watched Zhou Qichen take a taxi home, and then he also called for a driver. At most, he just touched Zhou Qichen's shoulder and touched his epaulette with his fingers.