Take Off My Aviation Era

　　 No. 1 Guest House is not far from the factory. It takes only ten minutes to walk out of the east gate.

　　 As the special reception for Soviet experts in aid to China, Guest House No. 1 has the same strong Soviet style as Building No. 9, with beige exterior walls and Gothic spires that look very grand.

　　 As for the workmanship and materials, there is nothing to say, they are all the best of the year.

　　The lobby on the first floor where you enter the door is all slick and shiny terrazzo floor, as delicate as marble. The large stairs, the dark red wooden handrails are polished and shiny, and the upstairs is a wooden floor. Although there is some peeling off the paint, the long boards in the market outlook are very strong and give people a special sense of weight.

Zhuang Jianye felt like a world away, as if he went back to the end of the 1950s. At the ball in the lobby, the girl wearing Bragi and the Soviet experts danced the waltz together, and the crystal chandeliers shot gorgeous colors. The young man holding the accordion had the emblem on his chest, his eyes chasing his beloved girl, and the sound of the accordion filled the whole guesthouse with a romantic atmosphere.

However, in the next moment, this feeling was overwhelmed by the cadres who came in and out of the brother factory on business trips, as well as the military representatives of the Air Force and the Navy. Zhuang Jianye was stunned and couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect it to be so. The stylish guest house, even this straight man of steel gave birth to a petty bourgeoisie, it can be seen that the prosperity of the year was by no means idle.

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　　 sighed over here. The rooms have been divided over there. There are a total of eight people, two of them have a room, and there are four rooms in total. He and Shi Jun did not know whether it was fate or deliberate, and even divided the two of them together.

　　 When passing by Building 9, Zhuang Jianye had already taken his luggage back. Of course, this process inevitably caused criticism from others again. For this, Zhuang Jianye had not heard of his luggage coming all the way.

　　 entered the room at this time, put the luggage on the bed, stretched out a big lazy waist, just caught a glimpse of a sketch on the opposite bed, and said softly: "F-15!"

If it’s a normal sketch, Zhuang Jianye wouldn’t be like that. For F-15, F-16, let alone sketches, I have touched the real machine in my previous life, but the one in front of me is different. It is not a work of art, but similar. There is no way to complete the engineering design. The above description is too detailed, and even the connecting devices on the ailerons are not badly scored. This can't help but surprise Zhuang Jianye.

　　 Also surprised was Shi Jun, who was sorting things out. At this time, there were not many introductions to Western fighters in China. Therefore, his F-15 sketch was mistaken for the Soviet MiG-25 by many people.

Just as Zhuang Jianye recognized few at a glance, but even so, Shi Jun didn’t let go of what he was holding. Few of them didn’t mean that none of them were not. It’s not surprising that Zhuang Jianye could tell, so Shi Jun was just sorting out When I wrote the book, I asked casually: "Do you recognize it?"

　　Zhuang Jianye said that if he can’t recognize this, he should find a piece of tofu and kill him. He nodded and said with certainty: "Of course."

　　 frowned again as he said, re-evaluated the sketch, and asked Shi Jun a little puzzled: "I just don't know how your F-15 is painted like a MiG 25?"

As soon as this statement came out, Shi Jun's hand shook unnaturally when finishing the book. He was a high-profile student of West Air, but he had no way of contacting the models of advanced western fighters. He could only rely on blurry black and white pictures and refer to similar aerodynamic shapes. To draw on the MiG-25, it will inevitably look a bit like the MiG-25.

　　 But the next moment Shi Jun smiled freely. He didn't know F-15, so he couldn't let others know. Without this reason, he put the book on the shelf on the table and continued to ask:

　　 "Do you know the characteristics of F-15?"

　　 "I can't talk about knowing, I can only say a little!"

Zhuang Jianye smiled and had a humble attitude. He could see that Shi Jun was a very proud person. He couldn't recognize a model or something, so he couldn't talk about a change of attitude, but he still pointed his finger at the picture. Wing position: "Here, there should be a transitional side wing. Although the Americans have done a little bit rough, it has greatly improved the mobility of the F-15, at least better than that on the MiG 25 wing. The wing knife is a lot smarter."

If Zhuang Jianye recognized that the F-15 painted on the picture surprised Shi Jun, then the next remarks surprised him a bit. He learned the structure of aircraft, and he knew that the aerodynamic shape of various fighters had an effect on the mobility of fighters. Impact.

Because of this, when he finished drawing the F-15 fighter, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it. There was no way. The original image of the F-15 in the library was too vague due to printing reasons. It was simple to rely on a few lines. The text basically depicts the complicated aerodynamic structure, and it can only be left out.

Now that Zhuang Jianye said that, Shi Jun immediately opened up. The reason why the F-15 can crush the aerodynamically-looking MiG 25 on the turning radius is the key to this side wing. .

But it is only limited to this. After all, F-15 is rare, and it is not impossible to see it. He can't see clear pictures, which does not mean that others can't see it. Therefore, Shi Jun is surprised and surprised by Zhuang Jianye's experience. As for knowledge and ability, he does not I don't think Zhuang Jianye can be stronger.

　　 But he stopped his work, took out a pen and paper from the small desk on the side and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "What? Can you draw a sketch for me?"

For aviation students, it’s a basic skill to read and make drawings. Of course, Zhuang Jianye didn’t have to worry about it. He leaned on the table and sketched it after he took a pen and paper. A pair of small but perfectly rounded wing structures appeared on the paper and then handed it back. Shi Jun: "It's almost like that. I can't do it no matter how precise it is. After all, I don't know the specific parameters."

　　 "That's it, thanks!"

　　 Looking at the side strip wing sketch on the paper, Shi Jun nodded suddenly, then simply thanked him, and then proceeded to organize his own things.

　　 I just smiled when I saw Zhuang Jianye, and just relied on this intellectual who wanted to make the proud of his heart to pay his respects. That really treated the intellectuals as Chinese cabbage, so I stopped talking and started to organize my own things.

　　 At this moment, Shi Jun suddenly asked: "You seem to have a deep research on the foreign aviation industry?"

　　 "It's OK." Zhuang Jianye answered cautiously, because he didn't know what Shi Jun meant.

　　 Shi Jun ignored Zhuang Jianye, but flipped through the compiled books, took out a sketch and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "Look at this."

　　 Zhuang Jianye took it, glanced at it, and replied: "The French Mirage F-1 is very good, and it's done well, what's wrong?"

　　 "What do you think of its thinking?" Shi Jun was no longer reserved this time, and the question was profound.