If only she had the right to sit beside him and take his arm!

If only she could touch his sleeve every few minutes to make sure he was there, or take his hand and use his handkerchief to try away the happy tears on her face!

Because you are weak, you are not shy to do this!

You see that she is so happy, there is no shyness or subtlety, and she hangs openly on her husband's shoulder, and shows with her eyes, smiles, and tears how much she loves him, but she herself is too happy and happy, and she does not feel angry or jealous of such a scene. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mengjiao is finally home!

From time to time she touched her cheek with her hand and smiled at him, for he had kissed it, and still had the feeling of his lips trembling.

Of course, he didn't kiss her first.

Weak was desperately burrowing into his arms.

While crying intermittently, she hugged him tightly, as if she would never let him go.

Later, Rourou and Sisi also stepped forward and hugged him tightly, pulling him out of his weak arms.

Then he kissed his father, and at the same time hugged him respectfully and affectionately, showing the deep and strong affection between them.

Then there was Aunt Salted Fish, who was so excited that she jumped and jumped on her little feet to accept his kisses and hugs.

At last, when he came to her, and all the boys around him gathered around him to ask for a kiss, he first said to her, "Well, stupid, you are so beautiful, so beautiful!"

Then he kissed her on the cheek.

With his kiss, all the words of welcome she had wanted to say were gone.

It wasn't until hours later that she didn't think of kissing him on the lips, and she foolishly imagined that if he had met her alone, he would have kissed like that.

He would bend down and gently cupped her cheeks, making her tiptoe, kissing each other, and hugging tightly for a long time. But there is still time.

After a week's rectification, everything can be done.

She must have figured out a way to keep him alone with her, and said to him, "Do you remember how we used to ride unicorns together on our secret path?"

"Do you remember what the moon looked like on the night you read that opera as we sat on the steps of Eros Kiss Sacred Valley Field?"

"Do you remember the afternoon when I sprained my foot and neck and you carried me home in the twilight?"

Now, how many things she can use "you remember" to bring other memories, how many precious memories can bring him back to those lovely days.

At that time, they were like carefree children wandering around in the blessed land of Linglu, and how many things could remind them of the years before the weakness came out!

Moreover, she may be able to detect signs of emotional revival in his eyes as they talk. Or get some kind of hint.

It shows that there is still some attachment behind his love for his weak husband, like the passionate attachment when he suddenly told the truth on the day of the feast.

She didn't imagine what they would do if Mengjiao clearly declared that she loved her.

It was enough to know that he was still loving her—yes, she could wait, she could tolerate weakness to enjoy the happiness of grabbing his arm and crying.

Her chance will definitely come.

After all, a girl like Weak, what love does she know?

"Honey, you're like a flower child," said Weak, as the excitement of arriving home had faded away. "Who gave you the clothes, and why did you use blue cloth?"

"I thought I was fashionable," Meng Jiao said, looking at the clothes on his body. "If you compare me to the people over there in rags, you'll be satisfied.

This dress was made up by the water spider, and I think it is very well repaired, you know, he never used a needle and thread before the war.

As for the blue cloth, that's the case, you either wear torn pants or get a rag from a captured Southerner uniform to mend it, there's no other choice.

As for being like Hanako, you have to be glad you have a good fortune, your husband didn't come back barefoot, my old boots were completely broken last week, and if we hadn't been lucky enough to kill two Southerner scouts, I'd have come home with a pair of straw sandals strapped to my feet.

These boots fit my feet perfectly. ”

With that, he stretched out his two long legs and let them admire the scarred boots.

"I didn't wear the other Scout's boots properly," the cuttlefish said. "The boots were two sizes smaller than my foot, and they still hurt me, but I came back dressed and dressed like that. ”

"But this selfish ghost is too stingy to give us both," the ghost said. "Actually, it is very suitable for the aristocratic little feet of our ghost family. ****** annoyed, I had to be cheeky and wear these boots to see my mother. When there was no war, she wouldn't even be allowed to wear this kind of thing by the Night Servant. ”

"Don't worry," Niu said, glancing at the boots on the cuttlefish's feet. "When we got home, we stripped off his boots on the Huojiao steam car. I'm not afraid to see my mother. But I- I don't want Sakura Ugly to see my toes exposed. ”

"Why, these are my boots, and I'm the first one to ask for it. Ah Ghost said, glaring at his brother, and then he was so frightened that he panicked, for fear of a famous Ah Ghost family-style quarrel, so he intervened to mediate.

"I had a full beard to show you girls," Meng Jiao said as he rubbed his face vigorously, the scars left by the razor on his face were not yet healed.

"It's a beautiful beard, and I think even Daydream and Vulture's beard are no more than that. But as soon as we got to Ruthless Bay, those two rascals. “

He pointed to the ghost brothers, "Just say that since they are shaving, mine must be shaved off as well." They sat me down and shaved me open, strangely enough, without shaving my head with me.

At that time, thanks to the cuttlefish blocking, my two mustaches were saved. ”

"Madam Kamen, don't listen to his nonsense, you have to thank me. Otherwise, you wouldn't know him at all, and you wouldn't let him in," Niu said. "We did this as a token of gratitude, because he persuaded the gendarmes not to lock us up.

If you say that again, we'll shave off your mustache at once. ”

"Now, no, thank you! I think it's very good," said weakly and hurriedly, grabbing Mengjiao in a panic, for the two glow-in-the-dark little ones were obviously capable of any prank.

"That's what it's called love," the ghost brothers looked at each other seriously and nodded.

When Mengjiao went out to send a few young men to the station in Aunt Salted Fish's unicorn car, he weakly grabbed his stupid arm and nagged.

"Don't you think his uniform is too ugly, and he'll be surprised when I take out that shirt, if only I had enough material to make him a pair of pants!"

The blouse made for Mengjiao was stupid and gave her a headache when she mentioned it, because how eager she was to give Mengjiao a Christmas gift from her instead of weakly!

The cyan wool used to make military uniforms is now more precious than rubies.

Almost priceless, Mengjiao wears ordinary home weaving. Now even the white walnut-like homespun cloth was hard to buy, and many of the soldiers wore the garbs of Southern captives, but dyed dark blue with walnut shells.

But by rare luck, he managed to get enough blue muslin to make a blouse—a shorter one, of course, but it was still a blouse.

It turned out that she had cared for a young man in the hospital, and when he died, she cut off a lock of his gold and silver hair, along with a small bag of relics and a consolation note about his situation before his death, and sent it to his mother.

In this way, a correspondence was established between them, and when the other heard that her weak husband was at the front, she sent her the purple muslin she had bought for her son, and a pair of brass buttons.

It was a beautiful piece of clothing, thick and warm, with a faint sheen, undoubtedly from the blockade, and undoubtedly very expensive.

The material was now in the tailor's hand, and weakly urged him to hurry up and get it ready by Christmas morning.

Of course, Ben Ben wanted to help make a complete set of military uniforms, but unfortunately, she couldn't find the materials she needed in Fengyun Valley.

She had a Christmas gift for Mengjiao, but it paled in comparison to the purple blouse that she made weakly.

It was a velvet "sewing kit" containing a pack of needles and three handkerchiefs that Zhou Bo had brought from Jiaoxue Bay, as well as two rolls of thread and a pair of small scissors.

But she also wanted to give him something more intimate, like the things that a wife gave to her husband, such as shirts, gloves, hats, and so on.

Well, yes, you have to get a hat anyway, and the flat infantry hat on Mengjiao's head now is really unseemly.

Clumsy has always hated this kind of hat. What if the Flying Bear would rather wear such a hat than a soft-brimmed felt hat?

That doesn't make it look angry, but in Fengyun Valley, you can only buy shoddy spirit wool hats, which are even more sloppy than cavalry hats.

When she thought of the hat, she thought of Zhou Bo.

He had so many hats, a broad-brimmed Ba Na unicorn hat for the summer, a top hat for formal occasions, a hunting hat, a blue, glow-in-the-dark and blue floppy hat, and so on.

How could he need so many hats, and her precious Mengjiao had to let the rain drip from the infantryman's hat to the collar while walking in the rain on a unicorn?

"I want Zhou Bo to give me his new glow-in-the-dark felt hat," she decided. "I'm also going to put a cyan band on the brim of my hat and nail Mengjiao's wreath to it, and it will look good. “

She paused, thinking that it would take a lot of effort to get the hat.

But she couldn't tell Zhou Bo that she asked for it for Mengjiao. As soon as she mentioned Mengjiao's name, he raised his eyebrows in disgust and was likely to reject her.

Well, she made up a touching story about a wounded soldier in the hospital who needed a hat, so that Zhou Bo would not know the truth.

Stupid had been trying to get Mengjiao alone with her all afternoon, even for a few minutes.

But weakness was always by his side, and at the same time, Rourou Silk followed him around the room enthusiastically with her eyelashless eyes.

In this way, even Huang Quan, who was obviously proud of his son, could not find a chance to talk to him quietly.

It was still the same at dinner, and they bothered him with all sorts of questions about the Human-Demon Holy War.

Who cares about your man-demon holy war?

Stupid felt that Mengjiao didn't have much interest in the topic of human and demon holy wars.

She chatted with them for a long time, laughing incessantly, dominating the whole scene of the conversation, which was rare before, but he didn't seem to say much.

He told jokes and funny stories about his friends, talked with great interest about ways to alleviate hunger and marching in the rain, and detailed the awkward appearance of General Jiao riding a unicorn as he retreated from the castle of the beasts.

At that time, Jianjiao said, "Gentlemen, are you a demon spirit army? Well, if we don't have you, we won't be able to do anything!"

The reason why he spoke so vigorously was, according to Clumsy, to avoid asking questions that he was not happy to answer.

At one point, she found that he seemed a little hesitant and cowering under his father's long, bewildered gaze.

At this time, she couldn't help but wonder what was hidden in Mengjiao's heart, but this passed quickly, because at this time she had no heart to think about other things except the elated and desperate desire to be alone with him.

Her excitement lasted until everyone around the fire began to yawn, and Mr. Kamen said goodbye to the girls and went back to the hotel.

Then, when she followed Mengjiao, Weak, and Salted Fish, and Uncle Bluebeard carried the candle to light the way, she suddenly felt a sense of desolation.

It turned out that until this time, they were standing at the top of the stairs, and Mengjiao had always been hers, and only hers, although they had not whispered a word all afternoon.

But now, when she said goodnight, she suddenly noticed that her face was flushed, and she was trembling with excitement. She looked down at the carpet as if she were horrified by her passion, but at the same time she exuded a shy pleasure.

Then, Mengjiao pushed the bedroom door open, and the weak didn't even raise his head and hurriedly entered the house.

Mengjiao also hurriedly said goodnight, and followed in without even touching the stupid gaze.

They closed the door casually, leaving a stupid person standing there stunned, a chill suddenly hit her heart, and Mengjiao no longer belonged to her.

He is weak!

As long as the weak is still alive, she can go into the bedroom with Mengjiao and close the door - shut the whole world out of the door and don't want anything.

Now Mengjiao is leaving, to return to the Psychic Sanctuary, to the long march in the rain and snow, to the hungry camping in the snow, to the hardships and hardships, where his brilliant head and slender body, the whole glorious and beautiful life, may be vanished in an instant, like an ant trampled under its feet carelessly.

The flashing, dreamy, and happy moments of the past week have now disappeared.

The week flew by, like a dream, a dream filled with the scent of pine branches and Christmas trees, flickering with tiny candles and homemade gold ornaments, a dream in which time flew away like a vein.

During such a stressful week, there was often something in Clumsy's heart that drove her to pay attention to and remember the little things that happened every minute as a memory after he was gone. In the long years to come, whenever she had leisure for those things, she would go and take solace in them. )