Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Ding Yi put down his hand and looked at Zhang Hongwen eagerly, asking him to introduce.

Zhang Hongwen fled in panic under her gaze, but he still refused to admit it.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find out for you."

"it is good!"

As soon as the soft and sticky word "good" came out, Zhang Hongwen ran faster, staggered halfway and almost fell.

Ding Yi covered his mouth with his hands and laughed, then closed the door and packed up the blueprints and airplane parts on the floor.

The airplane model was just a model, made up of several large parts. Ding Yi put it together for her and sent it to Zhang Hongwen another day.

"I hope Zhang Hongwen can give more strength, and I also hope Uncle Zhang can give more strength."

The next day, while Zhang Hongwen was at home, Ding Yi delivered the wooden airplane to him.

Zhang Hongwen held the wooden plane that he had recovered, stroked it gently with his right hand, and reluctantly handed it to Ding Yi, "Sister Chaoxu, this is for you."

Ding Yi didn't answer, but asked curiously, "Brother Hongwen, don't you want it anymore? I've studied your wooden plane and I'm giving it back to you now."

Zhang Hongwen turned his head away and said unnaturally, "How can we get back what we have given away?"

With his hand stretched out, the wing of the wooden airplane touched the tip of Ding Yi's nose. Ding Yi took a step back and rolled his eyes unhappily.

"Thank you, Brother Hongwen. I'll go home first if I'm fine."

"Wait!" Zhang Hongwen blushed and hesitated to stop Ding Yi. "Sister Chaoxu, um, what you said yesterday, does it still count?"

Ding Yi frowned, recalling what he said last night.

Zhang Hongwen couldn't wait to blurt it out, "That's right...that's right, you said that if I gave you a wooden plane, you would give me a real plane in the future." Zhang Hongwen lowered his head almost to his chest, his face flushed, and he didn't dare to look at Ding Yi.

"Puchi - Haha~~~" Ding Yi couldn't help but teasing, "Brother Hongwen, you are so funny."

After saying that, he took the wooden plane, smiled, and left Zhang's house.

Zhang Hongwen chased out, but stopped at the door and watched Ding Yi's back as he turned into the next yard.

He paced in place, muttering to himself, "What does she mean? Will she agree or not? She won't go back on her word, will she?"

As a young boy, I felt melancholy for the first time, and that melancholy lasted for many years.

Until a helicopter named after him flew into the blue sky, and he was grinning like a fool.

Then he blamed himself, why didn't he apply for the Air Force exam? If he took a step back, he could learn how to fly an airplane. In this way, he could fly a helicopter with his name engraved on it and soar into the blue sky.

When he was in his fifties, Zhang Hongwen finally realized this dream.

Time passed quickly and it was mid-September. Ding Yi packed a small bag and followed Zhang Yishan to the front of the Yichang Municipal Government Building to meet up with others.

Wang Mei and Zhang Hongwen also went with them.

Ding Yi did not make a clear promise to Zhang Hongwen, which made Zhang Hongwen feel a little conflicted when he saw her. He wanted to ask something but didn't dare to. Ding Yi covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Zhang Hongwen's face turned even redder and he lowered his head even lower.

Ding Yi didn't know what Chaoxu's father and brother did, and could only guess from other people's attitudes.

For example, they went there in a military vehicle.

The highest leader who went with them, Xue Zhong, was said to be the commander of a certain army during the liberation of the north. When he saw Ding Yi, he was stunned for a moment and his eyes were slightly red.

Ding Yi and Zhang Hongwen were both quiet people. They did not disturb each other and just did their own things.

As the only three children on the road, the other child looked up with his nose in the air, and the two of them huddled together for warmth.

Ding Yi kept writing and drawing, and her hard work paid off. When she was sketching an immature airplane model on paper with a pen, Xue Zhong happened to see her.

The old man and the young talked for a long time. Facing Ding Yi's childish words, Xue Zhong was very gentle and patient. When he left, he kept praising Ding Yi.

"At such a young age, he knows how to serve his country. He is indeed a 19-year-old boy."

Ding Yi didn't ask who Nineteen was. She pursed her lips and tears fell down her face.

Xue Zhong's child Xue Junhe was a fat boy in his teens, tall and strong. He blocked Ding Yi with a unfriendly look on his face.

"It is said that my father praised you?"

"Yes," Ding Yi showed his little tiger teeth and smiled happily, "Brother, uncle also praised you and said you are a good child."

Xue Junhe blushed and asked expectantly, "Really?"

Ding Yi swore, "What you said is more real than pearls."

Xue Zhong said: "My Junhe is also a good boy, you two should get along well with each other." He felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and more of a headache and embarrassment.

Xue Junhe patted his chest, raised his head proudly, and said: "From now on, you are my sister, Xue Junhe. If someone bullies you, come to me. Sister, let's play together."

Children's friendship comes quickly, but hostility also disappears quickly.

Three people were in two factions, now they have become a threesome.

Along the way, Ding Yi demonstrated her strong hands-on ability. She could remember and assemble anything as long as she saw it once.

Xue Zhong called him a genius and wanted to adopt him as his godparent. Xue Junhe strongly agreed and urged Xue Zhong to complete the procedure quickly.

Zhang Yishan is happy to see this happen.

They walked slowly, followed by several trucks, and it was unknown what they were transporting.

One night, it was raining. Xue Zhong was instructing Xue Junhe in her studies in the house. He was so angry that his liver ached. He couldn't stand Xue Junhe's stupidity anymore, so he moved to Ding Yi's side and watched her flipping through the books she carried with her, the mechanical diagrams.

It was a thick book that had been flipped through by Ding Yi several times. Before Ding Yi, someone else had also flipped through it carefully, and the edges of the book had slight traces of curling.

"Do you understand?" Xue Zhong asked.

"It's quite simple." Ding Yi replied. Xue Zhong had another heart attack. He turned around and looked at Xue Junhe who was looking around and being lazy. He was furious.

Beating a child on a rainy day is just idle time.

Just as the palm-leaf fan-sized slap was about to fall on Xue Junhe, the voice of the guard came from outside. Xue Zhong glared at Xue Junhe fiercely and strode out.

Xue Junhe, who had escaped the disaster, came up to Ding Yi and asked, "Guess what happened outside?"

"You'll know if you go and see it."

"Walk."

The two of them sneaked out of the door without any destination, going wherever there was light.

Xue Zhong went out in the rain and came to the back of the convoy. At this time, a group of people were guarding the surroundings and patrolling in the rain.

"Commander, there is a problem with the machine being transported to Xindu. Fortunately, it was discovered early. If it was discovered after arriving in Xindu, Yichang City would be so embarrassed."

"Do you know what the problem is?" Xue Zhong climbed onto the carriage and watched several workers climbing up and down to check.

"Captain, it's a problem with the screws." A worker answered, and the others kept silent and continued checking.

"It's a problem with the screws. Can it be fixed?" Xue Zhong didn't want to know the process at the moment. He only wanted the result. They would go to Xindu later, and this would cause problems for him. He was also very angry, his eyes were cold, and his tone was stern.

The man who retreated from the battlefield made everyone present tremble with just a few words.