Chen Shanhe sobbed.
The master's wife's eyes shifted from Yangyang to Chen Shanhe, who was covering his face with his hands. "Ever since Old Ma left and you didn't come to see me, I guessed you were overthinking it and blaming yourself for Old Ma's death. Shanhe, the people in your team told me everything about what happened that day.
I can tell you with certainty that your master won't blame you."
Lao Ma is Chen Shanhe’s master Ma Dali.
"Master's wife..." Chen Shanhe choked.
Jiang Shiyue knew that she shouldn't speak at this time, so she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and put it into Chen Shanhe's hand.
The master's wife sighed softly, supported her knees with her hands and slowly stood up.
Jiang Shiyue saw that the corners of Master's wife's eyes were also wet.
She walked back to the bedroom and came out again after a while, holding a letter in her hand. She stopped in front of Chen Shanhe and touched Chen Shanhe's head with her empty hand before handing him the envelope. "This is a letter from your master...it counts as a letter, right?!"
Chen Shanhe let go of his hand and wiped his face roughly with the handkerchief given by Jiang Shiyue. Then he raised his face, his expression was normal, but his eyes were red.
He took the letter from his wife and opened it.
The corners of my eyes slowly began to moisten again.
No one can predict the future, not even the master.
But all pilots, especially test pilots, know that once they go up, they may not be able to come down.
A suicide note is a daily necessity.
This letter from Master's wife to Chen Shanhe can also be said to be a suicide note.
The men would not say anything about being reluctant to let go, but they kept telling Chen Shanhe that if he was gone, they hoped Chen Shanhe would continue flying and designing.
Design the world's most powerful aircraft, test the most advanced fighter jets, protect our airspace, and repel all invaders.
The master's wife waited for Chen Shanhe to finish reading before she said softly, "Shanhe, I don't blame you for your master's death, and neither does Old Ma. But, it's been three years, and you still can't return to the flight squadron. Old Ma would be unhappy if he knew."
The teacher's wife's tone was very calm, not even blaming.
However, Jiang Shiyue felt that this sentence was very important to Chen Shanhe.
"Master's wife!" Chen Shanhe knelt down in front of Master's wife, "I was wrong!"
"I told you, you don't have to apologize. Your master's death has nothing to do with you. If every accident is blamed, who would be willing to test fly? Who would be willing to design airplanes again? I know you've blamed yourself for the past three years, but I never knew it was because of Lao Ma that you couldn't return to the flight squadron. I thought..."
The master's wife glanced at Jiang Shiyue and changed the subject, "It was not until the day before yesterday when Xiaolu came to see me that I realized that your worry was not because of the test flight accident but because of Lao Ma.
I was thinking that I would talk to you again when you came back from your hometown, but I didn’t expect you to come here today.”
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
She guessed that the unfinished words of the master's wife must be related to her.
For example, "I thought you couldn't join the flying squadron because you married a troublesome wife." Or "I thought you didn't want to fly anymore for the sake of your family."
…
Jiang Shiyue and his family of three stayed at the master's wife's house for a total of two hours.
During these two hours, the master's wife cooked a meal that included both Lao Ma's and Chen Shanhe's favorite dishes.
While eating, the master's wife talked about many things.
These are all funny stories about how the master and apprentice had "birds of a feather flock together" in the past.
Until the three of them left, the master's wife never mentioned flying again.
Jiang Shiyue walked out of the unit door and raised her head, imitating Chen Shanhe.
Look at that window.
I feel very complicated.
******
The train station in Yincheng, built in 1978, is actually not old or dilapidated.
But in Jiang Shiyue's eyes, the train station was small and outdated.
Without online tickets, everyone can only queue up to buy tickets.
In 1978, the migrant worker boom had not yet started, and there were not so many migrant workers leaving or returning to their hometowns, so the train station was not crowded.
Jiang Shiyue looked around and compared curiously.
Wu Xiu'e and Zhao Caifeng were also curious.
For Wu Xiu'e, the farthest door she had ever gone out of was the gate of her own home. She had bound feet and had difficulty moving around.
Zhao Caifeng was better off. She would buy things for festivals and holidays and occasionally go to the county town.
The two calmest people are Chen Shanhe and Yangyang.
Chen Shanhe went to find a phone to call Lu Zheng. Yangyang was sitting on a stone by the roadside, completely absorbed in reading "The Art of War".
Yangyang has finished reading the Xinhua Dictionary. He has a photographic memory, and with Jiang Shiyue teaching him pinyin, it can be said that he is the person who knows the most words in the entire train station.
The Art of War was given to him by Yangyang in Chen Shanhe.
Jiang Shiyue shook her head. The extracurricular reading material for a three-year-old child was actually "The Art of War".
After a while, Chen Shanhe came back and asked everyone to enter the station.
Jiang Shiyue: “???”
"Lu Zheng hasn't come yet."
Her material.
"It's hot outside and there's nowhere to sit. Let's go inside and wait for him."
"Can he enter the station without buying a ticket?" Jiang Shiyue raised his eyebrows.
Chen Shanhe nodded and said, "Just buy a platform ticket."
Jiang Shiyue then remembered that in 1978, when you wanted to take your friends and relatives on the train, you could buy a platform ticket and accompany them all the way to the train door.
When Lu Zheng arrived breathlessly, there were less than fifteen minutes left before the train departed.
He was followed by two people, each carrying a large sack.
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. It took some time to go through the examination. Fortunately, there was no delay." Lu Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Jiang Shiyue shook her head, "Thank you for your help."
"Serve my sister-in-law!" Lu Zheng straightened his back.
This caused Chen Shanhe to look at him sideways.
Lu Zheng chuckled twice, rubbed his hands, and said shyly: "Sister-in-law, if you can really make what you said, can you show it to me?"
Jiang Shiyue shook his head.
Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head, and felt a little embarrassed.
"It's a bit troublesome to carry it all the way here and there." Jiang Shiyue said, "If I really make it, I'll have to trouble you to prepare another set of materials. I can come back and do it again!"
"Okay! Okay! Sure!" Lu Zheng made an OK gesture, very excited.
Chen Shanhe lightly touched his upper gums with the tip of his tongue, and his puzzled eyes fell on Jiang Shiyue's face.
These days he has been very sure that Jiang Shiyue is still the real Jiang Shiyue, without any disguise or pretending.
Having completely different personalities can be said to be a split personality.
But what about the extra knowledge and experience that comes out of thin air?
He is very willing to get along with Jiang Shiyue now, and he must get along with her.
Although he was very reluctant, his professional instinct made him wary of Jiang Shiyue.
I feel very conflicted.
Jiang Shiyue didn't notice Chen Shanhe's expression, and waved goodbye to Lu Zheng with a smile.
Three nationalities.
How convenient is it to do business?
Jiang Shiyue thought that his batch of work clothes should have found a buyer.
Chen Shanhe and Lu Zheng carried the sacks onto the train.
As soon as Lu Zheng jumped off the train, it started moving.
A family of five almost filled up a small sleeper car.
At this moment, no one knew that this was a death train.
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