Feng Yuxing regained his memory, and the family was extremely happy. The mother even cooked a large table of dishes and asked her husband Feng Mingzhou and son Feng Guoguo to have a few drinks.

Feng and Xing felt mixed emotions, joy and pain intertwined.

He was excited about being able to fly the JH-20 again, but he was also excited about marrying his ex-girlfriend, but the groom was someone else. Every time he recalled the little things he had with his ex-girlfriend, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a needle.

Perhaps soaring above the blue sky, he feels the freedom and grandeur, letting the vast blue sky and his own insignificance and loneliness dispel the sorrow in his heart.

In any case, the feeling of joy finally prevailed. I looked forward to returning to the army tomorrow to continue to perform my duties and mission, and fell into a sweet dream.

That night, he slept exceptionally soundly and peacefully, as if all his worries had dissipated in his dreams.

With the first rays of morning sun shining on his face, he woke up from his sleep, refreshed and ready to greet the new day.

For him, today is an important day - the day of returning to the army! When he thought about putting on the familiar military uniform again and flying his JH-20 in the endless blue sky, he was filled with an indescribable excitement.

At this moment, he is full of confidence and courage, and can't wait to return to the place that makes him proud. There, he will fight side by side with his comrades and jointly protect the motherland's airspace.

Feng Yuxing finished his breakfast early and drove his jeep to the army to report back with great enthusiasm.

Commander Meng Haotian and Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an were of course happy.

After recovery, he received a comprehensive physical examination at the military hospital, which is routine, especially for high-difficulty fighter pilots like Feng Yuxing.

There is no problem with wind and other parts of the body, the focus is on examining the brain.

After completing the examination, the doctor asked Feng Yuxing to return to the unit and wait for the results.

Before the results came out, Feng and Xing could only carry out some routine intensive training on the ground.

Five days had passed and there was still no test result, which made Feng Yuxing anxious; after all, the brain was not like other parts of the body, and if there was even a small problem, his flying career would be over.

Ten days later.

"Political Commissar, what do you think we should do? Falcon Eagle is the best pilot at H Base, and you're going to transfer him?" Commander Meng Haotian said gloomily to Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an.

"Commander Meng, do you think I want to? There's nothing I can do! Everyone knows that it's not easy for a base to train a pilot.

The time, training, and resources involved are enormous! But we have to trust science! If Falcon really suffers amnesia while on a mission, as the doctor said, and he doesn't even know where the plane is headed, how can we possibly control that?

Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an said to Commander Meng Haotian with a bitter face.

He knew what Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an had said, but after finally regaining his Falcon's memory, the doctor had unexpectedly concluded that it was best not to fly a plane from now on. How could he not be depressed!

Commander Meng Haotian didn't know how to refute Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an, so he could only smoke dejectedly.

"We've arranged for Falcon Ying's transfer to the local area!" Commander Meng Haotian said this after smoking several cigarettes.

"We found an old acquaintance and got this done," Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an said gloomily, "If he hadn't saved the life of a passenger on an airliner ten days ago, which was considered a first-class merit, it would have been difficult for him to get off the job, let alone be placed as a deputy division-level cadre!"

"It'll be fine if we can get it done! What a pity, what a pity!" Commander Meng Haotian said, patting his chest.

"That can't be helped. Besides the wartime safety of the troops, we also have to consider the safety of the falcon, right?" the political commissar said to Commander Meng Haotian with a wry smile.

"You said so! Falcon Eagle regards fighting as his life!" Commander Meng Haotian sighed and said, "When Falcon Eagle comes, you are the political commissar, you tell him, I can't say it!"

One of the core tasks of the political commissar is to shape the soldiers' thoughts. Even if Commander Meng Haotian doesn't say it, he knows that this "important task" must be done by him.

The political commissar looked at Commander Meng Haotian, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a wry smile.

Feng Yuxing received a call from Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an, asking him to come to the commander's office. Without thinking, he ran over directly, thinking that he should be able to show his heroic spirit again.

"Report! Feng Yuxing, come and accept the mission!" Feng Yuxing arrived at Meng Haotian's door, saluted, and shouted loudly.

"Go ahead!" Commander Meng Haotian said weakly, pointing at the sofa, "Sit down! No need to shout "report" to answer questions!"

"Yuxing! How are you feeling now?"

Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an knew that it was useless to ask this question, but he had to express his concern.

"Reply to Political Commissar, very good! Stronger than before!"

Feng Yuxing answered in a very clear voice.

However, he began to wonder, because the political commissar of Commander Meng Haotian didn't even show the slightest bit of happiness on his face;

This made him wonder in his heart: "I have recovered my memory, shouldn't this be a joyous thing? Why does even the political commissar seem so calm? Is there some hidden secret?"

"That's good!" Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an smiled, "Let me tell you something. Don't get excited after hearing it!"

What is coming will come, and what is to be said will be said. Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an used his gentle language to pave the way.

"Political Commissar, you said, as long as it doesn't prevent me from flying a fighter plane, nothing else matters!" Feng Yuxing's voice was loud and clear, and he held his chest high, as if declaring his determination to the world.

Political Commissar Zhan Nong'an and Commander Meng Haotian looked at each other, and both of them showed an expression of unbearable pain on their faces.

They were well aware of Feng Yuxing's love for flying. Now that Feng Yuxing spoke again, it was like silencing them, making them feel even more embarrassed and awkward.

Zhan Nong'an sighed softly. He knew that Feng Yuxing was an excellent pilot, but this amnesia was too dangerous. If he lost his memory during flying or combat, the loss would be immeasurable.