sometimes

"Now everyone agrees that those three 'guys' are in the same set, and how to 'cooperate' is still being studied." As the elevator was going up, Jun Yang slurred his words and gave a lazy wink, "Because For reasons you can think of, my 'phone' was also taken down."

The classified incident must not be stated in public, and Yan Mingxin guessed that he was referring to the three drones.As for "telephone", it probably refers to the avionics or radio module on 1151.

It is not difficult to imagine that, as the only aircraft that accidentally received ground instructions, the technicians must form a circle to catch 1151, a lucky fish that slipped through the net, to find out.

Not only did Yan Mingxin understand, but for a moment he even suspected that even if Jun Yang said something more cryptic, he would still understand.

I don't know where this blind self-confidence comes from, but he often picks up bits and pieces of coincidences and sympathies that are beyond ordinary people from this stranger.

Perhaps they were trained in the same system and worked in the same job.

The module on 1151 was dismantled and submitted for inspection, which meant that it would not be able to fly back to the Kutao for a while—it turned out that the two were brothers and sisters.

"How long has it been since you went back?" After reaching the floor and stepping out of the elevator, Yan Mingxin still didn't dare to take it lightly, "When will it be safe? Is there any news?"

Jun Yang shook his head: "I don't know. I mentioned it to them. It doesn't have to be a 'telephone' problem, but my problem."

As he walked, he unbuttoned his uniform, put his coat on his arm, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, heaving a sigh of relief: "In some cases, I will not be able to hear noises in a certain frequency range, maybe It’s related to concentration. It’s not difficult to understand, right? They checked me and said that my hearing is fine, so they didn’t quite believe my words. come out."

The shirt slipped down smoothly along Jun Yang's side, neither tight nor empty, and the waist was tied with an unusual uniform belt, but if you pay a little attention, you will find that the belt buckle in the middle is engraved with What I want is the Kutao ship and its hull number-it is often heard that there are people on the black market who want to buy it with a lot of money.

Blindly pursuing the pleasing figure is a flashy show, but the skill also needs enough strength as a support.As an ocean-going fighter pilot, the ejection seat can only help people leave the cockpit to save their lives under special circumstances. If you want to avoid falling into the enemy's hands and become a prisoner, or even break out of the enemy's area, you must have the witty means of making a living by yourself, and similar Yang has such an extraordinary physique that can overcome obstacles.

This is the "weapon of the country".

At this moment, the "heavy weapon of the country" is savoring the bitterness of being separated from the flesh and blood. After all, who knows whether the fighter planes they carefully cared for were treated with care when they were disassembled by outsiders?

Yan Mingxin could understand this kind of anxiety all too well.

"I do," he said.

"What do you believe?" Jun Yang skipped this paragraph long ago, and was looking for Yan Mingxin's rooms one by one.

Yan Mingxin said in a low voice: "There is nothing wrong with your 'phone', and there is nothing wrong with you, but you just heard it. No matter whether others understand it or not, I believe you."

Jun Yang stopped and asked, "Why?"

Yan Mingxin blinked: "Maybe it's intuition?"

"You haven't even seen the evidence," Jun Yang repeated the same words, seeming to have a deeper meaning, "You believe me based on your intuition?"

Yan Mingxin: "..."

if not?

Could it be that he was allowed to whisper "I dreamed about you" in Jun Yang's ear in this dark night, in this deserted corridor?

Besides, no one is a fool, they also understand what the world understands, and the reason why they are still standing here facing the wind and waves is because hot money is not worthy to be compared with faith.

Jun Yang has already stood at the top of the pyramid of aviation people, so there is no need for him to lie.

"Thank you for your trust, and I have some good news for you." Jun Yang stopped in front of a door, hooked his finger at Yan Mingxin, motioned him to enter the room, and locked the door behind his back, saying with burning eyes, "322 It's fixed, you know?"

Regarding the structure of the J-100, Yan Mingxin knows everything about it, the engine is next to the main fuel tank - no one's missiles are vegetarian, they are all designed and manufactured according to the combat use of one shot kill, there is no "hit you to scare you" It is said that if a bullet is shot, it will be scrap copper and rotten iron. It is not easy to salvage the whole thing. The original factory's willingness to accept maintenance is often to take care of the pilot's mood or consider whether the aircraft has any special value.

When Liang Sansheng mentioned this matter to him, he was dubious because of certain secret rules and regulations, but it was inconvenient to argue with reason. Now that Jun Yang mentioned it again, he had to believe it.

For Yan Mingxin, 322 can be repaired, which is tantamount to bringing the dead back to life.

His mind went blank for a while, and he asked dully, "The engine is blown up, can it still be repaired?"

"It's really not 'repaired', but the engine has been replaced. I heard that Fengfei only produces dozens of engines specially for the J-100 a year. This time there are still a batch of new machines waiting to be installed. 322 jumped in the queue first, and completed the test flight probably two or three days ago." Yan Mingxin's reaction to such exciting news was not quite right, and Jun Yang wondered, "Why are you so calm? You know?"

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Although the scene in the dream has no impact on the real world, and does not contain any ominous revelations, but this one after another confirms that no matter how materialistic Yan Mingxin is, he will not be able to strengthen his ideology and beliefs.

So it was, he had to admit: "I already knew."

The engine information of the J-100 is definitely an important national defense secret. Jun Yang's face changed, and he asked, "You just woke up, how did you know?"

"This..." Yan Mingxin didn't know how to explain it, he licked his lips in vain, and tried to organize his words, "Is it strange... Didn't I have been in a coma for the past few days? I have only seen you before." Once, right, you know that too...Of course, I've seen 1151 many times, but back then you were wearing a helmet, you couldn't see your face at all, and I didn't hear you much...But I..."

Yan Mingxin once dreamed that the brigade commander was yelling in his ear, and he slept until midnight when he dreamed of the whistle and was awakened, but it was all because of being frightened. It was the first time that he dreamed of someone like this for no reason.

"Meeting you for the first time is like returning home with an old friend" is a very subjective thing. Consensus is a good story. If only one party thinks this way, and the person happens to be under the eaves, it will appear to be deliberate.

Yan Mingxin opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, could not speak, and blinked his eyelashes.

This matter can be big or small, and Jun Yang dare not neglect it.

The two are about the same height, they are almost at eye level, and their eyes are facing each other in the silence of the night.

The dilemma in Yan Mingxin's eyes and the inquisitiveness in Jun Yang's eyes are clear to each other.

"But you..." After a while, Jun Yang raised his eyebrows and said it for him, "Did you dream of me?"

"..." Yan Mingxin's face became hot, and he wished he could hide in a crevice of a rock. He waved his hands weakly, and found a sofa to lie on when he entered the room, "It's about the same."

Jun Yang stood there in a daze for a moment, reacting for a few seconds, then his fatigue disappeared, and he strode up to follow, and asked with great interest: "Yan Mingxin? What did you dream about me?"

Yan Mingxin tried to fish in troubled waters: "Tell me 322 has been repaired, forget about the others."

"'Others are forgotten', it means there are 'others'." Jun Yang leaned against the wall with arms folded, and said in detail, "Where did I tell you, and how did I say it? What else did I probably say?"

"..." Yan Mingxin couldn't believe it. It was three or four o'clock in the morning, and the sky in the east was almost dawn, and the chickens were about to get up and crow. He even heard the whistle blowing. How could this person be so logical?

"It's just a dream, I forget it before I wake up." He yawned to see off the guests, and said inarticulately, "Maybe I didn't want 322 to retire like this, so I had this dream."

Yan Mingxin believed that this yawn was real because he felt it. He really mobilized his limbs and bones, making him burst into tears.

In the dim eyes of tears, he saw Jun Yang's slender limbs still leaning against the wall, and he was still asking playfully: "It's normal not to want 322 to retire, but why did I tell you? Why did Meng 'wake up and forget? ’, but you haven’t forgotten that you dreamed of me?”

Yan Mingxin was speechless.

He originally remembered that incredible dream very clearly, but now those scenes seem to be getting farther and farther away.

Instead, the person in front of him took its place again, and couldn't stop laughing lowly.

The volume wasn't too loud, but it came in waves in the air—at midnight, Yan Mingxin was really worried that the neighbors would break into the house.

He asked with concern: "Are you crazy?"

Whether Jun Yang was crazy, he didn't ask the result, he only knew that he was not far away - that morning after dawn, someone knocked on the door.

Yan Mingxin still remembers the unhurried rhythm and strength that he didn't care about whether anyone heard it. Just when he thought that there would be an earth-shattering "report" soon, the door was opened directly.

"Morning." Jun Yang stood at the door leisurely, with a meticulous military look and full of vigor, "Oh, it's getting late, I'm afraid there is no breakfast left."

Yan Mingxin was sleepy, rubbed his face dryly, couldn't help but lower his head to check the door lock, and even twisted it twice to try, asking: "Is this door unlocked?"

"How is it?" Jun Yang condescended to enter the room sideways, bringing a hint of mint smell when passing Yan Mingxin, "did you dream about me again yesterday?"

"No, was the door unlocked last night?" Yan Mingxin was still struggling, "Isn't the fingerprint lock secure?"

As the name suggests, Shanhaiguan is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and the April wind is blowing, making the corridors with wide windows humming.

Yan Mingxin, who had just been discharged from the hospital, had not yet embraced the moon for nine days or caught a turtle in five oceans, he already felt a chill on his bare arms, and his fine hairs stood up vigilantly.

Jun Yang's eyes wandered around him, and he said in hindsight: "Isn't it cold? Close the door."

Yan Mingxin: "This door..."

"The door is not broken. You have just been discharged from the hospital. I will take care of you on behalf of the organization. If you are afraid that you will faint in the room, I will tell the front desk that I must be able to enter your room." Jun Yang casually opened a small room. Putting the tea bag into the cup, I don't know what to think of, I seem to be enjoying it, and the corners of my mouth are raised proudly, "Did you dream last night?"