A Floating Life in Jincheng

.I knew in my heart that I would give her whatever she wanted. Firstly, my mother sent her a message so I couldn’t blame her, and secondly, I was raised anyway, so I wasn’t afraid of being poor. "

Ye Wenfang was laughed at by him, got up and went to the study without saying a word.Xie Mingchuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he didn't worry about washing the dishes and just waited for him.After a while, Ye Wenfang came out with an old file bag, opened it and took out a passbook and several bank cards.He opened the passbook and looked at it carefully, saying: "This should be salary, but I don't know how much it is. It seems that I haven't touched it since [-]..." Ye Wenfang pointed to the transaction records on the passbook and thought it was funny , "You gave me the money I usually use?"

Xie Mingchuan felt that he raised a white-eyed wolf.

White Eyed Wolf picked up a green card and said excitedly: "There is a lot of money on this card, and all the rewards are in it." Xie Wan stretched out two fingers to pinch the ordinary bank card. Baiyanlang thought for a while and said, "This card has at least 100 million, no, it needs to be more..."

Xie Wanwan pinched the card tightly in an instant, raising his eyebrows very high.Baiyanlang was still counting with his fingers, but Xie Wanwan couldn't understand what he was saying.Xie Wanwan interrupted him and said, "Ye Wen let you go to me?"

"Take it, Boss Xie, don't be too disgusted, you can always buy vegetables, right?" Ye Wenfang said to Xie Mingchuan with a smile while identifying other bank cards.

Xie Mingchuan pulled Ye Wenfang onto his lap and sat down, and said with a smile, "You don't mind, let me tell you the password."

"Your birthday." Ye Wenfang stuffed them all into an old folder, put them in Xie Mingchuan's hands, and said, "Just say I can afford you."

Xie Mingchuan hugged Ye Wenfang tightly and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you have a lot of small money, fat sheep, you can't let it go, you definitely can't let it go."

Ye Wenfang put his arms around Xie Mingchuan's neck, kissed him on the forehead and smiled "giggle".

On the first day of the first lunar month, the two of them spent a day at home. After a few days off, they went to temple fairs and watched lantern shows. Xie Mingchuan even brought Ye Wenfang to worship Buddha and pray to gods to engage in feudal superstition activities.Xie Mingchuan didn't realize that the new year had arrived until he got Ye Wenfang up on the morning of the seventh day of the first lunar month, waited on him for dinner, and then sent him to work.The matter of divorce started silently according to the previous agreement.

Spring has not officially arrived yet, but it does not prevent the bright sun from showing its face occasionally.After closing the car door, Xie Mingchuan stood beside the car and looked at the parking lot. He didn't see Qian Xiaoxue's car, and he didn't stop there. He went upstairs to Yinshan Law Firm alone.

The divorce agreement has been negotiated for more than ten days. Xie Mingchuan received feedback that Qian Xiaoxue agreed to all property division conditions in the agreed divorce.That is to say, Xie Mingchuan divorced this marriage and completely handed over the entire Chris underwear business to Qian Xiaoxue, and also split half of the real estate and deposits. Xie Wan's net worth was basically halved.

Regarding the divorce, Xie Mingchuan has been preparing for a long time.After confronting Qian Xiaoxue, Qian Xiaoxue did not respond for a while. It may be that after Ye Wenfang met her, Qian Xiaoxue let the lawyer contact Ye Wenfang.In Xie Mingchuan's view, as long as Qian Xiaoxue starts to respond to divorce matters, it means that she has given up entanglement.Then, if the infinite mutual harm can be terminated by this act, divorce is worthwhile no matter what.In the matter of marriage, no matter whether Qian Xiaoxue has her own plans or not, Xie Mingchuan and Ye Wenfang are the ones at the wrong end.In terms of divorce, as Comrade Chen Huifang said, Qian Xiaoxue has no choice but to divorce.

As a result of such heartache, Xie Mingchuan was very calm. Money is such a thing, there are not many times when it can do good things. Looking at Xie Mingchuan and Ye Wenfang, this time they did a good thing, and there is no regret or reluctance.

Xie Mingchuan entered the office, and the girl who received him took Xie Mingchuan to the conference room.All the lawyers Xie Mingchuan hired have arrived.After greeting each other in turn, we talked about some related issues.Then Qian Xiaoxue and her lawyers arrived.

Xie Mingchuan greeted Qian Xiaoxue generously, but Qian Xiaoxue didn't respond, and Xie Mingchuan was not embarrassed either.Lawyers on both sides quickly got to the point.It took about an hour and a half to confirm the details, sign the agreement, and then both parties drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.Everything went smoothly, as expected, and at 11:30 am, got the little notebook that would end everything.

Qian Xiaoxue never looked at Xie Mingchuan from the very beginning, nor did she say a word to Xie Mingchuan.When the little book was delivered to the two of them respectively, Qian Xiaoxue finally agreed to exchange a glance with Xie Mingchuan.The meaning in her eyes was full of resentment, Xie Mingchuan didn't dodge to bear the resentment, and stretched out his hand as generously as when we met this morning, and said, "I wish you a happy future." Qian Xiaoxue stretched out her hand, but in the end she didn't shake it. She lived in Xie Mingchuan, she took half a step forward, stared at Xie Mingchuan for a long time and said: "I will not bless you, never will."

Xie Mingchuan nodded with a smile, took a step back and stood aside, watching Qian Xiaoxue leave the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau with her head held high.Xie Mingchuan put the small notebook in his pocket, and walked towards the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The young men and women queuing up to get the certificates all have happy smiles on their faces, there are also divorced spouses who are scolding and accusing, the photo of the certificate to attract business, the little brother is holding a beautiful guest photo in his hand, and the cold-faced eugenics propaganda The eldest sister handed out the fertility guidebook... Xie Mingchuan was a little bit emotional, but that's it, this place has nothing to do with it from now on.

After stepping down the last step, Xie Mingchuan's phone rang, seeing that it was Ye Wenfang's phone number, Xie Mingchuan felt a burst of joy in his heart. "Brother..." He called out while answering the phone, but he didn't get an answer, but he heard the person on the other end of the phone say: "I see you, look up."

Xie Mingchuan wanted to ask "what's the matter", but there was no chance, Ye Wenfang had already hung up the phone.Xie Mingchuan raised his head as he said, and he saw a familiar figure.Ye Wenfang, who just came out of a black car and stood still, was waving at himself.

How could he be here?Obviously, he was sent to Office 677 early in the morning, and Chief Designer Ye was going on a business trip today.

Xie Mingchuan couldn't help laughing, but saw him jogging towards him, and walked two steps towards him, stopped once, and joked: "Are you here to supervise the battle or do you want to see the divorce certificate?"

Ye Wenfang ignored him, and took out a pair of men's rings from his pocket.From Xie Mingchuan's point of view, the design of these two rings and the people who chose them seemed to be hasty and careless.

"Don't raise your eyebrows, I know it's not good-looking, but I don't have time to go to two more jewelry stores to choose slowly, and I'll just set it up and change it to the one you like when I'm free." Ye Wenfang picked up one of them and looked at it with a smile. Looking at Xie Mingchuan, he said, "Which finger does the contract cover?"

"Sign a contract?" Xie Mingchuan was amused by Ye Wenfang's statement, and that's right, he just canceled a contract, and signing a new contract is just right, thinking about it, he moved his ring finger.

Ye Wenfang suddenly became serious, took Xie Mingchuan's hand, and carefully put the ring on for Xie Mingchuan.

Xie Mingchuan felt that the chief designer Ye should be a little nervous at the moment, and he didn't even notice that the ring was crooked.Ye Wenfang seemed to hold his breath and put the ring on Xie Mingchuan, Xie Mingchuan heard him exhale softly.Just when he was about to laugh, Ye Wenfang handed another ring to Xie Mingchuan's palm, looked at Xie Mingchuan and said with a smile, "It's your turn."

Xie Mingchuan picked up the ring and asked Ye Wenfang, "Are you in a hurry?"

Ye Wenfang nodded, "Just five minutes, hurry up."

Xie Mingchuan couldn't help laughing. He didn't know whether to praise Ye Wenfang for his intentions or criticize him for being too casual. After thinking about it, he, a busy man, was able to come here. He smiled and pretended: "No matter whether you are born, old, sick or dead, rich or poor..."

"I would." Ye Wenfang, who didn't have time, didn't cherish the romance at all. He took the initiative to put his finger forward and put on the ring. A black car in the car took a look, turned around and said to Xie Mingchuan: "I have to go for a few days..."

"Go." Xie Mingchuan decided to return to the "right way", no longer teasing the chief designer Ye who rushed over, he played with the ring that Ye Wenfang didn't wear, put his fingers together in front of Ye Wenfang to show him, "Everyone puts you on it, so go away at ease."

Ye Wenfang smiled and pushed his glasses, then walked towards the black car without worry.

Xie Mingchuan said that Ye Wenfang was going to get promoted and make a fortune, so he was right.Song Laotie was determined to rush to the research and development of stealth machines, and sang a big show about the old man wanting the sunset to be red. He lost all his administrative work, and these tasks finally fell on Ye Wenfang's head.As soon as the summer arrived, Ye Wenfang was appointed as the chief designer and the executive deputy director of the 677 Institute.

Xie Mingchuan came to pick him up at the celebration dinner before, and Ye Wen's "too bad" after putting him in the car was thinking of this result.It is the Chinese tradition that Ye Wenfang dislikes the most, but it cannot be changed.Song Lao's sunset red is all thanks to Ye Wenfang, for this stubborn and legendary old man, Ye Wenfang's respect and love for him is higher than the sky.Silently took on the work, and complied with what Xie Mingchuan said, "Get promoted and get rich".

The word "executive" made Ye Wen so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground. This was more than that. A foreign trade aircraft project was finally restarted after going through all kinds of hardships. 677 Institute was one of the three parties involved in the leading design, and Ye Wen was named at the top. put in command.

Ye Wenfang wished that a day would turn into 48 hours, the original 24 hours of work, and the extra 24 hours would be spent with Xie Mingchuan.

Xie Mingchuan's car stopped on the curb next to Building 677 for almost an hour. He began to count how many lights were still on in Building 677, and guessed which one was Mr. Ye's light. The bright one or the tallest one?After thinking about all these boring things, he still hasn't waited for Mr. Ye to get off work... Xie Mingchuan sighed deeply.

Looking at the gate of Institute 677 again, Xie Mingchuan suddenly remembered that many years ago he came to deliver heaters to Ye Wen, and was kicked out by soldiers.The big trees are still those few big trees, but the house is not the same as before, and there are no soldiers standing guard at the door.Suddenly the phone rang, and Xie Mingchuan felt relieved that Mr. Ye finally remembered him.

"I'm sorry, I'll be down right away, haven't you been waiting for a long time?" Ye Wenfang spoke super fast, and he could still hear him packing his things.

"Brother, don't worry, come here slowly, I'm at the old place." Xie Mingchuan heard Ye Wenfang speak quickly, so he deliberately slowed down the pace of speaking, telling him not to panic.

"Okay." Ye Wenfang was woken up by the rhythm of his slow speech, and his words finally slowed down, "What dinner did you have with Ye Wenzhao today?"

"Well, his company's shareholders' dividend meeting was too grand, which made me suspect that the money he earned would be lost in such a way." Xie Mingchuan didn't want to go at first, so he just paid the dividends, so he went to have a meal It's better to cook for Ye Wenfang at home, but Ye Wenfang worked overtime, and the food was tasteless for him alone, so he went and asked a few questions about the situation of his godfather.

"You started doing ideological work from my brother again?" Ye Wenfang said with a smile: "My brother called me just now to criticize me, saying that it was all up to you to deal with the family, and scolded me for not paying attention to this matter and ignoring it. Yes. Oh, Comrade Ye Wenzhao praises you for your heart..."

"But there is no turning point, Mr. Ye." Xie Mingchuan was very discouraged, his godfather's attitude was no different from half a year ago, he didn't beat him or pay him any attention, as if he was kicked out of the house and he was done.Xie's family also went back twice, but was beaten out by Comrade Chen Huifang.Ye Wenfang wanted to go back, but he didn't have time at all.There was no progress at all, which made Xie Mingchuan a little anxious.

"I'm out of the gate... Let's meet and talk." Ye Wenfang laughed twice and said that we don't need to waste the phone bill, and Xie Mingchuan hung up.Looking at the gate of Institute 677 in the rearview mirror, Ye Wenfang came out.The elite appearance in suits and leather shoes on a hot day is quite different from the casual designer image before.Xie Mingchuan can’t say which one is good and which one is bad. Anyway, Xie Mingchuan likes the appearance of Ye Wenfang wearing a vest and shorts, eating watermelon with bare feet; wearing a tailor-made suit, even if he speaks softly, he can’t hide his arrogance. Xie Mingchuan also likes it very much.As long as it is Ye Wenfang, Xie Mingchuan likes it regardless of his appearance or identity.

Ye Wenfang was so familiar with driving that he opened the back door of the car to put his bag and computer. He was about to close the car door, but he remembered something and took out a document from his bag.

Xie Mingchuan couldn't help talking badly, "I said Mr. Ye, the journey home will take up to 10 minutes, and you still need to read the documents, so let yourself go?"

"For you to see." Ye Wenfang smiled and sat in the passenger seat, opened the unlabeled file bag, and handed the contents to Xie Mingchuan, "Which painting do you think looks better?"

Xie Mingchuan took those few pages of documents, read them one by one, pretended to frown and said, "Are you leaking secrets?"

"I'm just asking for the opinions of the general public." Ye Wen said with a smile as he loosened his tie.

Xie Mingchuan picked up the third painting scheme, handed it to Ye Wenfang and said, "It's better to be simple."

"Yeah." Ye Wenfang took it over and looked at it and said, "I think this is good too."

"Is it going to be deployed in the army?" Xie Mingchuan asked and immediately said: "Oh, this question is considered a leak, so don't ask. Report to Mr. Ye, the masses think that the No. [-] painting plan is good."

Ye Wenfang smiled and put the things in, and just after that, Xie Mingchuan started the car.Ye Wenfang turned around and put the file bag in the back row. When he turned around, Xie Mingchuan put his arms around his neck.Xie Mingchuan was driving the car, Ye Wenfang didn't move, and leaned on his shoulder obediently.Xie Mingchuan took an inch, broke Ye Wenfang's face and kissed his forehead, and said, "Can you take a good rest for a while?"

Ye Wenfang thought about the work at hand seriously, shook his head honestly, and said, "It's hard to just catch up with him, and I dare not stop or rest."

Xie Mingchuan expected such an answer, Ye Wen never told lies in front of Xie Mingchuan.Xie Mingchuan touched Ye Wenfang's face and said softly, "Then take a good rest now."

"Yeah. Just let me lean on your shoulder." Ye Wenfang grabbed Xie Mingchuan's hand and put it back on the steering wheel for him, "Driving safely, thank you boss."

Xie Mingchuan laughed softly after hearing this, "Brother, let's go home and show our faces, right? If we always envy mandarin ducks but not immortals, it won't solve the problem."

Ye Wenfang thought for a while and said, "I'll tell you when the date is fixed."

"You set a date?" Xie Mingchuan thought the words were interesting.Generally speaking, isn't this kind of situation resolved when the elders in the family celebrate their birthdays?Seeing that Ganpa Ye is about to celebrate his birthday, if such a good day is not used, should it be arranged separately?Well, another day, what good day is more suitable?Xie Mingchuan's mind suddenly flashed the paint design pattern that Ye Wenfang showed him, and he burst out laughing accidentally.

Ye Wenfang heard Xie Mingchuan's laughter, sat upright and looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Are you planning to find your godfather after your motorcycle officially enlists?"

Ye Wenfang smiled and turned his head to look out of the car window, without speaking.Xie Mingchuan glanced at him, and he became more and more sure that this was his idea.

"Ye Wenfang, why do you have so many eyes? Go home and solve the problem of acceptance with your parents. You have to take care of his old man's heart disease. Here is a big piece of good news, and then we will talk about the two of us. Son, all of a sudden, our business is not so important, and it will be over in a blink of an eye. Oh, Ye Wenfang, Ye Wenfang, tsk tsk tsk, amazing."

"Hehehe..." Ye Wenfang was speechless, Xie Mingchuan's sloppy look was really annoying, after scolding him in his heart for hating him, he liked his mean-spirited look.Forget it, he can say whatever he likes... Generally speaking, Xie Mingchuan understands it well.

Ye Wenfang really made up his mind.Before the impact of the Cultural Revolution, the old man was researching aircraft engines. After the Cultural Revolution, it was not used again. In addition, there has been no breakthrough in the development of engines. This heart disease has been in the old man's heart for 30 years, and no one has a panacea to cure it.Ye Wenfang has always been clear that even if the No. [-] army serves, it can't cure the old man's heart disease, but it can always make the old man happy, right?It was a coincidence that he and Xie Mingchuan went back to Breaking Bingchun, and it was not bad after thinking about it, so it was a small plan.Originally, he planned to report to Boss Xie, but who knew that Boss Xie was a roundworm in Ye Wen's stomach and knew everything, so there is no need to say more.

The car turned onto Binhe Road and will soon arrive at the gate of Jincheng Xinyuan.Ye Wenfang didn't know what was going on, and suddenly reached out and touched Xie Mingchuan's hand holding the steering wheel.Xie Mingchuan didn't speak, he gently raised his hand to hold Ye Wen's little finger, and squeezed it gently.Ye Wenfang looked at the side of Xie Mingchuan driving seriously, and a warm flame burned in his heart.

No.14 Notes. A new red candle at the beginning of the cloud [Middle]

It has been almost two months since Ye Wenzhao moved the company to the top office building in the south of the city, and it is the first time for Xie Mingchuan to come as one of the shareholders.As soon as he got out of the elevator, Xie Mingchuan saw Ye Wenzhao.

Ye Wenzhao's eyes fell on the gift box in Xie Mingchuan's hand, "You came to your company and brought a gift? How polite... Show me what it is." He consciously reached out to take it.

Xie Mingchuan put the gift box in his hand with both hands, and said with a smile: "I'm really not that polite, this is godfather's birthday present. Isn't it a birthday tomorrow? Ye Wenfang asked me to tell you to send it back."

"Are you two coming back?" Ye Wenzhao said, ready to open it to have a look, "What is it? Heh, a box carved from nanmu wood, it looks precious."

"The purple clay pot carefully selected by Mr. Ye." Xie Mingchuan stretched out his hand to help hold the box, fearing that Ye Wenzhao's hands and feet would fall, Ye Wen was very concerned, "Is it okay to go to your office to see?"

"Okay. Hehehe, our youngest is getting more and more expensive after being raised by you." Ye Wenzhao teased Xie Mingchuan, raised his finger in the direction, and the two walked over one after the other.

Sitting down in the office, Ye Wenzhao remembered that Xie Mingchuan hadn't answered the question just now, so he asked again, "I'll deliver it today, you two don't plan to come back?"

"I was planning to go back, but Mr. Ye said let it go, I'd better listen to him."

"You two have been married for so many years, and your divorce is over. I won't go back and talk about this wonderful day. When will it be delayed?" Ye Wenzhao carefully opened the nanmu box, and after seeing the simple and simple pot, Tsk tsk exclaimed: "It's over, maybe the old man likes it so much? Ye Wenfang understands our dad too well."

"Brother Zhao, I think so. When you gave the pot to your godfather, you dare not say that it was broadcast by Ye Wen. You might have dropped it as soon as you heard it." Xie Mingchuan thinks this possibility is relatively high.

"I won't drop it." Ye Wenzhao smiled and pointed to the box and said, "My father, an old revolutionary, cherishes things very much in his bones. This box and this pot are so good that Ye Wen put them on purpose. He knows that the old man knows the goods. Definitely not going to fall."

Xie Mingchuan laughed when he heard Ye Wenzhao say that, and Ye Wenfang said the same thing when picking out the pot.Ye Wenfang also said that on the day of tomorrow, the old man and the old lady are waiting for us to go back. If we don’t go back, we must wait until our little abacus is clanging before going back, and then come to him Unprepared, active and passive at a glance.

"Mr. Ye said that this matter should not be sung in a bitter drama, and it will still be the tune of a bitter drama when I go back tomorrow. It doesn't matter if I don't sing it. This is one of them." Xie Mingchuan folded his legs and continued: "The second is that it is a small choke. Go back to the old comrades, give them a psychological weight, it is these two little bastards who will never repent and make them feel discouraged..."

Ye Wenzhao put the pot back with a smile, closed the box and said, "Boss Ye is very powerful. Although it's not filial to do so, I think it's okay, hahahaha..."

"Our Mr. Ye probably never knew what filial piety is. Do you think he has let his godfather live smoothly since he was a child?" Xie Mingchuan thought of Ye Wenfang's beatings in those years, and felt sorry for him.

"You are wrong. In some respects, Xiaoyao is the most filial, and Dad likes him the most." Ye Wenzhao sat down opposite Xie Mingchuan, "Yingying and I are like my mother, and Xiaoyao is like my father. The virtues of the two are simply They are exactly the same, where there are thorns, there are thorns, how do you get along with each other? You can only fight hard. The mouth is definitely not soft, here..." Ye Wenzhao poked his heart, "I love each other more than anyone else."

Xie Mingchuan nodded, and said, "All of a sudden, I feel that this matter has a bright future..."

Ye Wenzhao said: "It's always bright. Comrade Ye Wenfang has never done anything since he was a child. Including being with you..."

"I did it voluntarily. I jumped up and bit the hook myself." Xie Mingchuan laughed himself after he finished speaking.

Ye Wenzhao also laughed, and then the two talked about some business matters.Back then, Ye Wenzhao's company was struggling to survive, and Xie Mingchuan spent several times to help. It was originally just a matter of borrowing money, but after the company's turnaround, Ye Wenzhao came to Xie Mingchuan directly with the contract, and asked his brother, do you want money or shares?Xie Mingchuan hadn't replied yet, Ye Wenfang made a decision to ask for shares.What Ye Wenfang meant was that Xie Mingchuan got involved in the internet business as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no money to be made if it was too late.

Xie Mingchuan divorced, although the financial loss was huge, but it didn't hurt his bones, he was still the same Xie Wan.Xie Mingchuan wanted to stay with Ye Wenfang, and now that Ye Wenfang has gone from the 677 to the "front stage" of the Hanggong Group step by step, Xie Mingchuan naturally has to step back from the business field to work "behind the scenes", Xie Mingchuan did The business of these years is both work and hobby, so even if they want to quit, they don't plan to stop doing it. The various investments in their hands are basically inconspicuous, and the investment in Ye Wenzhao's company is considered one.The advantage of this is that Xie Mingchuan is relatively "leisure", and Xie Mingchuan spends all of these leisure time "staying together" with Ye Wenfang.

At about five o'clock, Xie Mingchuan said that he was going to pick up Mr. Ye from get off work.Ye Wenzhao laughed that he was about to become Xiaoyao's exclusive driver, Xie Mingchuan said that he was not only a driver, but also an errand, a nanny and a cook.The self-deprecating words were full of happiness and contentment, which made Ye Wenzhao feel particularly sour.

Ye Wenfang's secretary handed over the itinerary for the installation on the [-]th. Ye Wenfang read it carefully, and then quickly adjusted some things before the installation date.After finishing the work, Ye Wenfang smiled and told the secretary brother to pack up and get off work together. I'm afraid there are only the two of them left on this floor.

Xie Mingchuan looked at his watch. Mr. Ye had worked overtime for another hour today, and was thinking about when to come out when he saw someone coming out of the gate.When Ye Wenfang sat down, Xie Mingchuan pulled out a hot egg cake from the alley opposite and put it in Ye Wenfang's hand.

Ye Wenfang laughed loudly, "That's great, how do you know I'm hungry?"

"Because I'm hungry." Xie Mingchuan took out another one, and took a bite first after speaking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ye Wenfang took a bite and said, "It's too sinful to cause you to starve with me."

"Yes, you have to make it up to me." Xie Mingchuan ate the cake in two or three mouthfuls, raised his eyebrows at Ye Wenfang with a smile, and even removed the residue of the cake from the corner of Ye Wenfang's mouth.

Ye Wenfang bit the egg cake and thought about it, "I'll do the dishes."

Xie Mingchuan grabbed his tie, pulled him over, touched him on the mouth, and drove away quickly after finishing the job.Ye Wenfang, who was confused a little bit, couldn't recover, and said with a smirk after eating the cake and cake, "Okay, I'll make it up."

Xie Mingchuan refrained from calling him stingy, and Ye Wen laughed back.

The number ten lined up in a light blue-gray painting, the ground support began to work, and the pilots entered the field in line.It is not unusual for the military to have new equipment installed in the troops, but for the behind-the-scenes military workers Song Lao and Ye Wenfang, this moment is the most solemn celebration.From the first blueprint to the row of fighter planes neatly arranged in a stately manner, this long process cannot be described with a single word or sentence.

Ye Wenfang read the press release and used the word "difficulty". These two small words can't describe the hardships and hardships of decades. How many sleepless nights have the colleagues of Institute 677 spent?Unable to calculate.How much material and manpower was invested?Unable to calculate.How many difficulties have you overcome?Unable to calculate.It is impossible to count how much ridicule and indifference I received.How many times did you fail and try again?Unable to calculate.There are so many things that cannot be counted, how can the word "hardship" be summed up?But what words can I use?Ye Wenfang couldn't think of it, even if he was asked to express it in thousands of words, he couldn't say it...

Ye Wenfang buried his head and took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that were about to overflow.Tilting his head slightly, he saw Elder Song.The old man didn't care about his image at all, he cried like a child, with tears streaming down his face, and he could hear whining... Ye Wenfang wanted to say something, but the only thing he could think of was what Song Lao taught him. Yes, and finally embraced Song Lao's shoulders wordlessly.Elder Song, who took out his handkerchief to wipe his tears, turned his head to look at Ye Wenfang, but smiled again, and asked Ye Wenfang, "Is it like sending your son to join the army? Oh, he's grown up, useful... I can't help it, I'm too old to bear it."

Ye Wenfang said: "It is to send it to join the army. In the future, we will send more brothers and sisters to join it, so that it will not be alone or lonely."

Elder Song laughed briskly when he heard Ye Wenfang's words.Seeing that he had controlled his emotions, Ye Wenfang smiled and patted the old comrade on the shoulder and said, "I heard that you are worse than Ye Wen putting a finger when you scold others. Is it true? Don't be so hot-tempered when you are old." , prone to cerebral hemorrhage. Hehehe, you miss me, don’t you?”

"Hmph, Director, you have many eyes and ears." Elder Song said flatly, "Then do you know where I'm stuck?"

"Well, I know. I got a few people here for you, and they will report next month." Ye Wenfang said with a light smile, "I promise everyone is as capable as Ye Wenfang."

"Where's the money?" Elder Song is not good at fooling around. If you get stuck, you need to solve the problem, and you need money to solve the problem.

"Get ready, no one can lose you."

Hearing this, Elder Song smiled hehehe.Ye Wenfang looked at the row of Yuyu Shengguang No. [-] machines under the sun, smiled lightly and raised his chin slightly.

Two days ago, it rained heavily and knocked down many leaves.When the weather cleared up, Ye's father used a big broom to sweep the fallen leaves into a pile and piled them in the corner of the wall.Just as I was about to push a small cart to load it out and dump it, the door of the house was pushed open from the outside.

The Ye family's father held a big broom and stood upright watching who was going to come in. He never expected that it was Ye Wenfang and Xie Mingchuan who came in.These two didn't say hello and said they were coming back, and they didn't knock on the door, they just came back, which surprised Dad Ye a lot, and didn't even say the words to tell people to get out.

"Dad, do you want to put garbage after sweeping the floor?" Ye Wenfang asked Dad Ye with a smile.

Xie Mingchuan had work in his eyes, Ye Wen let him go and returned the cart.Put it on the side of the leaf pile, take the shovel and start to shovel the leaves into the car.

Father Ye looked at Ye Wenfang, who was smiling, and at Xie Mingchuan, who was working. He knew that he was "surprised" by the two of them, and suddenly lost the mood to speak.Throwing the broom on the ground, he turned around and headed into the house.

Ye Wenfang and Xie Mingchuan looked at each other and smiled.Xie Mingchuan raised his chin, Ye Wenfang nodded, and followed with a bag of things in his hand.

Ye's father threw the broom very loudly, and asked Ye's mother to come out of the house to see what happened, but she saw the old man rushing into the house, followed by the youngest son who hadn't been home for seven or eight months.I didn't know what to say for a while, I looked at the old man, but I only saw the back of the old man, and then looked at the younger son.The little bastard smiled, as if he was no different from going home in the past.

The eyes of the mother and son met, and Ye Wenfang said, "Mom, we brought some things back. Xiaochuan will bring them in from the car later, and you can store them." After speaking, he followed the old man regardless of how the old man digested it Went to the study.The old man's habit, whenever things go wrong in his heart, he must be bored in the study.

It is certain to shut yourself out, Ye Wenfang hurried up a few steps, and stuffed the bag in his hand, which happened to be sandwiched between the door and the door frame, Ye Wenfang let out an artificial low cry, and it really made Ye Papa change. His face turned pale, he quickly opened the door, and scolded Ye Wenfang anxiously, "What are you doing? What are you pretending, don't break it, it's my fault again."

Ye Wenfang didn't care about his cursing, and went into the study.After looking at Xin Qiji's Yong Yule, which he had not finished writing on the big desk, he stopped at the sentence "Fenghuo Yangzhou Road".

"It's worth looking back, under the Buddha Beaver Temple, there is a shrine drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" Ye Wenfang read out the old man's unfinished part in a soft voice, and suddenly remembered that he taught him when he was a child. The way I recite this poem by myself, I have mixed feelings and look around in confusion.Ye Wenfang didn't understand why his father was so emotional at that time, but now that he is older and has enough experience in life, he sorted out the old man's life and encounters one by one, and suddenly understood the depression and profoundness in the words and sentences.

"Dad, I'm very happy to see that you are still writing this poem." Ye Wenfang picked up the package and put it on the desk, pressing it on the unfinished rice paper.

Papa Ye didn't answer his words and said in a low voice, "What are you doing back here?"

"Xiao Chuan and I have been very busy in the first half of the year, and we haven't been able to come back to see you. Today is free, so I will come back and have a look." Ye Wenfang took out the things while talking. The newspapers were wrapped and wrapped, and all were removed. After that, it was just a box not much bigger than a water glass.Ye Wenfang disassembled like this, but his movements slowed down, deliberately to whet Ye's father's appetite.With a sly smile, he took a peek at the old man, although he stood far away reluctantly, but his eyes all fell on the box.

Ye Wenfang had enough of the old man's appetite, and said in a relaxed tone: "You must have seen the installation of No. 16.4 on the news. I made a small model for you. It's a bit rushed, and some places are a bit rough." I took the small model out of the box, put it on the base, and put it on the desk.Pointing to the No. 9.7 model, Ye Wenfang began to endorse the old man, "The length of the pilot is 5.3 meters, the wingspan is 39 meters, the height is 362 meters, the wing area is 0.57 square meters, the wing load is 0.89KG/square meter, and the thrust-to-weight ratio of the whole machine is 280. Afterburner is 9, rate of climb is 3 m/s, maneuvering overload is +5000~-1600, internal fuel is [-] liters, combat radius is [-] km..."

"Which engine do you use?" Father Ye interrupted Ye Wenfang, walked towards the small model, and fixed his eyes on it.

"Russian-made AL-31." Ye Wenfang's voice was softer than before.

"The canard wing layout is really nice." Father Ye stretched out his hand to touch the small model, from the nose to the wings, "The development of the engine still hasn't caught up. Without its own engine, the 'heart' of the plane is pinched by someone else. hand, alas..."

"I also want to wait, but I can't afford to wait after all. I can only use someone else's." Ye Wenfang said the truth. From the beginning of the design, No. 677 always wanted to use his own engine, but the engine failed. After gnawing it down, the [-] Institute had no choice but to switch to a Russian-made engine.

From the bottom of his heart, Ye Wen felt relieved when the old man said "the heart is in the hands of others".But, really, really, really, there's no way, I can't afford to wait.In terms of fighter jets, which have been behind for so many decades, we must first solve the problem of "yes" and "no", and then the problem of "good" and "fine".The most urgent need is to "have" such a fourth-generation aircraft. The fully independent design belongs to the "good" range, and there is still a long, long way to go before it can be "good".In the process of developing No. [-], Ye Wen knew how much unwillingness and helplessness there was, and knew it better than anyone else.

Father Ye couldn't put it down more or less for this small model. After Ye Wenfang said "I can't wait", he played with the small model for a long time and didn't speak again.Ye Wenfang didn't speak, and waited.