Yang Luo's visit to relatives was only two days, so early in the morning of the third day, Yang Luo packed up and set off again.

At the specified time, Yang Luo took a civil flight at the civil airport and arrived at the first-class international airport in Chengdu.

Yang Luo took a special passage because the Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium sent someone to pick him up.

A commuter bus pulled Yang Luo directly to the Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium.

Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium is located in Jiangyan City, at the mouth of the Minjiang River on the northwest edge of the Rongcheng Plain, and is the only Air Force Sanatorium in the southwest region

When the sanatorium was first built, what was important was the beautiful mountains and rivers and the shady trees in Jiangyan City, which was a "natural oxygen bar".

It is responsible for the recuperation, physical examination, and disease correction of air force pilots and retired cadres, and is one of the 10 pilot health appraisal centers of the air force in the whole army.

The Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium, once very mysterious, has now gradually faded its veil of mystery and is open to ordinary people.

The commuter bus entered through the main gate of the nursing home and stopped before reaching the nursing center, where a nurse had been waiting for a long time.

I have long heard other pilots say that the environment for the Air Force to recuperate far away is very good, and along the way, Yang Luo found that this is indeed the case.

The building style of Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium is elegant, with green trees, sparkling lakes and flying water birds, which makes people feel like they have entered the water town in the south of the Yangtze River in a trance.

With sunglasses and a bag on his back, Yang Luo got out of the car and looked up at the tall building of the recuperation center, and Yang Luo walked into the recuperation center accompanied by a nurse.

At this time, on the first floor of the recuperation center, a game was being played, and the participants were pilots from other units who arrived first.

In the center of the field, two pilots in training uniforms were playing, and the other pilots on the side were shouting and cheering.

After Yang Luo stopped and watched for a while, he followed the nurse to fill in the information and complete the check-in procedures, followed by a series of various physical examinations by the nurse.

During the conversation with the nurses, Yang Luo also learned about some rules and regulations and precautions of the nursing home.

For example, if you need to ask for leave when you go out, you must return before 10 o'clock in the evening, and it is forbidden to stay overnight; And after the roll call at 10 o'clock in the evening, you must rest, and it is forbidden to walk around and go out.

For example, you need to participate in aviation physiological training every day, cooperate with the doctor's examination, and so on.

Yang Luo took everything the nurse said to heart.

When you get to a place, you have to obey the management of the other party, and Yang Luo still has this awareness.

Yang Luo's heart is not in the sanatorium at all, and his heart has flown to the 611 schools in Rongcheng City.

After lunch at noon, Yang Luo went to ask for leave, walked out of the gate of the Jiangyan Air Force Sanatorium, waited outside the gate for a while, took a taxi, and went straight to the 611 Institute 50 kilometers away.

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man, with traces of the Mediterranean Sea already visible on his head, but he was very talkative, and his mouth never stopped since Yang Luo got into the car.

There are many vehicles on the expressway to Rongcheng City, taxis, private cars, buses, trucks and other vehicles shuttle among them, and they are often busy coming and going.

The driver's driving skills are very good, he sees the seams in the traffic, overtakes all kinds of vehicles, and keeps asking, "Comrade, you should be a pilot, right?" ”

"Master, good eyesight." Yang Luo gave a thumbs up and praised, "How do you see that I am a pilot, so I can't be another branch of the Air Force?" -->>

There are many branches of the Air Force. ”

"Your rank is exposed." The driver said with a smile.

"How?" Hearing this, Yang Luo asked, he was now wearing a regular uniform, and his rank was still on his shoulders, but the decorations that could indicate the troops and occupations were removed.

"The car you got in the sanatorium was wearing the uniform of the Air Force, and the soldiers who were recuperating in the sanatorium, except for the pilot, were all senior officers, and your rank was so low, you could only be a pilot." The driver smiled, "I'm familiar with the nursing home, and my home is in that area." ”

"Master, you are a local, you must know a lot about Rongcheng, tell me what is interesting in Rongcheng?"

"You are asking the right person, a radius of 100 kilometers from Rongcheng, there is no place I am not familiar with, the first choice is the giant panda breeding research base, come to Rongcheng and do not go to see the giant panda, it is equivalent to coming in vain."

Yang Luo nodded and continued to ask, "What else?" ”

"Jiangyan Scenic Area, Kuanzhai Alley, Jinli Ancient Street, Wuhou Temple, Qingcheng Mountain, Du Fu Thatched Cottage, etc., these places can be visited, and the tickets are not expensive, only a few dozen yuan." The driver said very sincerely, "You just need to remember one thing, you should never go to a place with more than 100 tickets, it is a place where the dead do not pay for their lives." ”

Yang Luo sat in the co-pilot and chatted happily with the driver all the way, looking at this strange city, with high-rise buildings and overpasses everywhere, looking forward to meeting Zhang Qingyao half a year later.

Time passed imperceptibly in the chat, and the taxi suddenly stopped with a "squeak" of brakes.

"Comrade, there is 611 in front, it belongs to the no-parking area, you need to walk a few steps." After the driver stopped, he pulled the handbrake and reminded Yang Luo on the co-pilot.

"Master, thank you."

Yang Luo paid for the car, thanked him, picked up his backpack and opened the door and got out of the car.

Standing on the sidewalk, Yang Luo was a little apprehensive and a little excited.

The distance is near, but the heart is confused.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Luo calmed down and walked towards the magnificent gate of 611.

Walking to the gate of the 611 Institute and seeing the soldiers standing guard, Yang Luo remembered that it seemed that he couldn't get in.

The 611 Institute belongs to the national defense scientific research unit, which has a level of secrecy, and not just a random person can enter it, and it is necessary to have a certificate to enter and exit.

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A figure dressed in the summer uniform of the Air Force strolled along the road leading to the gate of 611, and her short and neat hair fluttered gently in the wind.

Just now, Zhang Qingyao received a call from Yang Luo, saying that there was a surprise for her and asked her to hurry to the gate, but she hung up the phone without explaining what the specific surprise was.

In the 611 Institute, Zhang Qingyao, who likes to wear military uniforms all day long, is definitely an outlier, because the soldiers he saw in the 611 Institute are either here to do errands, or they are elderly, and then they are guards.

It is almost invisible that Zhang Qingyao is so young, an officer, and a student.

Zhang Qingyao has not yet faded from the military, and perhaps after she graduates with a master's degree, she may not be able to fade from the military after joining Chengfei.

"Surprise? What surprises? Could it be ......," Zhang Qingyao muttered.

The breeze stroked a trace of scattered hair, Zhang Qingyao thought as she walked, suddenly froze, her eyes fell in the direction of the gate, and then she quickened her pace and trotted along the main road leading to the gate.

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