She rose from his arms and took him by the hand to the oiled cardboard in the corner, which had been brought in by her guard.

She peeled off the oiled paper and cloth that covered it layer by layer, but it turned out to be a picture frame, and his gaze, at that moment, was firmly fixed and could not be taken away.

"This is a re-painting of me, the previous one, which didn't survive during the air raid.

She said softly, and he looked at the frame, the little 'girl' in his arms, with a face as delicate as a rose 'flower' as beautiful as her mother.

"When I painted a picture, Jingjing was still so young, but now, she is seven years old. ”

There was some trance and guilt in her voice, and his heart was also sour.

Like her, he missed the growth of his 'daughter', leaving her alone in a distant land, and owed her so much.

He kept looking at the painting, his Jingjing, the 'girl' he had been looking forward to for so long but had not been able to meet, at this moment, in his arms, smiling sweetly, and she was beside him, smiling and holding his hand.

She understands his guilt and regret, so she painted such a picture, painting all expectations and fulfillment.

"Mrs. Chanlton said that Jing Jing is very smart, she likes to play the piano, she likes to ride horses, she likes to eat chocolate......" she said softly beside him, smiling slightly.

He reached out and hugged her into his arms, 'kissed' her forehead again, and smiled, just like you.

He paused, his eyes slowly brought a little memory and yearning, hugged her to see the delicate little face of the 'girl' in the painting, and his voice smiled and sighed, "I just don't know, our 'girl' will be like you, and use chocolate to cheat other people's hearts at a young age." ”

She chuckled in his arms, "It turns out that a piece of chocolate bought you, how delicious should it be?"

He also laughed, did not speak, but with a little force, he hugged her tightly.

He didn't tell her, in fact, that he didn't want to eat the chocolate, and put it on his body until one day he took it out, only to find that it had melted.

She raised her eyes to look at him and smiled and asked, "But when did you know it was mine?"

He smiled slightly, "Your sister's name is written on that handkerchief, but later I found out that she is not at all like the former Xiao girl, and later, I knew that it was you, it would only be you." ”

Therefore, when he heard his father-in-law say that he had been lost when he had taken effect, and even alarmed the patrol, he just smiled and was not surprised.

She tilted her head, "If you didn't know it was me, would you marry my sister?"

"What are you thinking in your little head?" he smiled and rubbed her hair, but his voice was as gentle as his eyes, "Yisheng, I married you not because of when I was a child, but because you are you."

Little by little, her heart warmed up, and a hint of sweetness quietly rose, like melted chocolate.

couldn't help but curl the corners of his 'lips', and said to him, also to himself-

"Dad always said that the 'girl' who loves to laugh will not have too bad luck in the future, and it turns out that this is really the case. ”

He looked down at her, and she smiled like that, raised her eyes, and looked at him, with deep tenderness and unrepentant affection in her voice, word by word—

"Meeting you was my best luck in these bad years. ”

Under his eyes, there was an unconcealable shock and tenderness, and he couldn't help himself, and he held her hand tightly, and he 'kissed' it deeply.

Warm, intoxicated, tossing, lingering.

Yes, yes, how unfortunate they were born in such a bad time, with wars raging everywhere, rivers and mountains devastated and displaced, and people's livelihood in many difficulties.

However, how lucky is it that he met her, she met him, and they belong to each other, how many lifetimes will it take for such good luck to be cultivated?

His 'kiss' deepened, from her jaw to her neck.

In her eyes, she could only see Sisi's affection, and under his palm, it softened little by little, and warmed up little by little.

But suddenly, the hurried voice of the herald came from outside the 'door'—

"Report to Jun Zuo, there is an urgent telegram ahead, Commander Fang asks Jun Zuo to come to the military headquarters for a meeting as soon as possible!"

He paused for a moment, paused for a moment, and responded, "Got it." ”

As a trail of footsteps walked away, the outside of the 'door' fell silent again.

There was no one in the room to speak, he hugged her, buried his head in her neck socket, and calmed his unsubsided love 'tide'.

When he let go of her, he saw that her sideburns were slightly loose, her face was still red, like a 'jade' dyed rouge, her eyes were also rippling, and her lips were delicate and lustful.

He took a deep breath, restrained himself, and tidied up her clothes, "You go to sleep first, don't wait for me, if I can't come back in time, let Xiaosun take you to the airport early tomorrow morning."

With her head down, she went to the hanger to get his coat, took him on board, and then drove him out of the house.

The night was starless and moonless, and the yellowish light peeked out behind them, and the headlights of the cars beneath the steps were nothing else.

On the streets, there are empty 'swings' and 'swings', it is pitch black, every house is locked, there is no figure, only the sound of the night wind blowing.

A few days ago, Hengyang, which was still full of people and bright lights, has become an empty city at this moment.

Another gust of wind passed, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He stopped and looked at her, "Go inside." ”

She slowly let go of his hand, and he looked at her again, but without saying anything, he went down the steps.

She looked at his back, but she still couldn't hold back, caught up with the first two steps, and gently called "Shaozhi", her voice choked slightly.

He paused, turned around, and reached out to take her hand, which she leaned gently into his arms.

There was reluctance and attachment in her eyes, and her hand was in his hand, so cold.

In the dark, she couldn't see him clearly, but his arms were still as warm and generous as in her memory, and they were inclusive of the world.

"Jeta ime" she said in a low voice, her lips trying to put a smile on her lips that wanted to reassure him, but she remembered that it was so dark that he couldn't see, "I'll tell you what that means when you get back, okay?"

He hugged her arm so tightly that he said, "Okay." ”

She watched him leave, walking steadily and with a resolute back.

She looked at the horizon, and little by little it lit up, and he finally couldn't make it back.

She was on the plane, watching through the hanging window as the land he was guarding grew away and smaller.

Goodbye, Hengyang, goodbye.

She said to herself.

May you be safe, may you never fall, may you shelter those soldiers who fought for you safe and sound, and may you always belong to the land of China.