Before the words fell, the person had already pounced on Shen Yuehai's back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tarzan's posture of pressing the top, without scruples, is his sweetest burden.

Shen Yuehai's heart that was still surging with thoughts for a second was filled with the sweet little girl on his back, and he no longer had the heart to care about the demons dancing outside the window.

Raising his hand to pull the curtain, he didn't pull down the soft little hand on his eyes, but held her other hand and kissed it: "Will you feel bored?" I'll go down and walk around when I get to the station later. ”

Zhou Xiaoan rubbed his face against his uncle's face, and shook his head indifferently: "If you don't go down, there are monsters outside!" ”

Uncle must not be in a good mood when he sees them, and she can only stay in the space and look at it, there is no difference from looking through the car window.

The train finally drove out of the chaotic green sea, and began to slowly speed up, the uncle opened the window screen, held Zhou Xiaoan in his arms and let her look outside: "After Shijiazhuang, Xingtai and Handan, when the troops went south in 49, we used to follow the infantry vanguard regiment to pass here, and marched eighty kilometers a day, and walked for nearly three days before getting out of that mountain. ”

Zhou Xiaoan immediately quieted down, sat down honestly, his big eyes were shining, and he looked at his uncle expectantly, waiting for him to continue to tell the revolutionary story.

This trick is the most useful for her, she has been bored in the past two years, and she is bored at home and does not dare to let her go out, as long as the uncle starts to talk about this, she will immediately feel better.

"The mountains in Hebei are different from our Peizhou, most of them are rocky, there are few trees, and there are no roads in many places, so you can only rely on ropes to climb. The Northeast Field Army is good at woodland warfare, but it has a headache for those stone mountains.

At first, our reconnaissance platoon only fought together, but in the end we became guides and pioneers in the mountains, and we also developed deep revolutionary feelings with the soldiers from the northeast. ”

Zhou Xiaoan smiled and blinked: "They must have felt that carrying you was a burden at first, but then they were slapped in the face!" ”

The uncle kissed her little brain, smiled and didn't answer, but it was already a tacit acquiescence.

This little girl is too perceptive, and she can always point out the hidden meaning of his words: "The elite of the Northeast Field Army is a meritorious unit in the People's Liberation Army, with veteran qualifications and strong combat ability, and our reconnaissance platoon is good at surprise attacks and technical operations, and it is indeed deficient in rapid marching." ”

Zhou Xiaoan wrinkled his nose and disagreed, the uncle didn't dare to let her talk more, so he only chose to tell her easily: "I have been fighting side by side for more than a week, and I learned a few authentic Northeast dialects when I was separated." ”

Zhou Xiaoan immediately smiled: "Roll the calf!" Ga Ha (what are you doing)! "It was all taught to her by Shen Guodong.

The two looked at each other, hugged each other and laughed.

Guo Dong's Northeast dialect is full of temperament, coupled with his tall and sturdy figure and ruffian eyebrows and eyes, there is really no Northeast anymore!

After laughing, Zhou Xiaoan wondered: "Uncle Shen is also from the Northeast, and he doesn't have an accent at all." Shen Lao has become Uncle Shen, and Zhou Xiaoan has been completely accepted by Shen Lao and the people around him, and treats her as his own.

In this regard, Zhou Xiaoan would not take the initiative to say it without asking his uncle, but when she asked him, she would have no reservations: "Shen Lao said that he had forgotten his hometown dialect after being away from home for many years, but in fact, he forcibly changed it when he pursued his wife, and now he is unwilling to change it back." ”

Therefore, among the large wave of revolutionary veterans, Shen Lao, who was born in extreme poverty and was a farmer who had never officially read a book for almost a day, spoke standard Mandarin, and his old comrades-in-arms laughed at him for being vassally elegant, but he never changed his original intention.

But the people he really wanted to talk to and from his heart have long since disappeared.

These words are too sad for them to say now, the uncle laughed and teased: "I have been by Shen Lao's side for so many years, I have never heard a word of Northeast dialect, but I was influenced by him before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and I have a high acceptance of foreigners." Later, you taught me English again, and I can still understand a few sentences. "Of course you mean the sugar candy she doesn't remember.

Not only is the acceptance relatively high, but many of the habits and styles of the uncle's life are actually some Westernization, which shows how much influence Shen Lao has on him.

And the uncle's English level is not only able to understand a few sentences, but he can also understand half of her original English novels.

Zhou Xiaoan hugged his uncle's neck, his delicate and fragrant cheeks were softly pasted, and he whispered softly on his sideburns: "Then I'll listen to what you say." The heat slid through like nothing, making his ears instantly blood-red.

The arm on his waist suddenly tightened, Zhou Xiaoan was buckled into a hot and generous embrace, and the uncle's voice poured into his ears with heat and suppressed hoarseness: "I love you."

Zhou Xiaoan's soft little hands flexibly slid into his uncle's white shirt, and walked around his thin and powerful waist, his big half-open and half-closed eyes were shining: "kiss me."

Uncle's arm tightened fiercely, his breathing instantly became hot and heavy, and his heartbeat vibrated Zhou Xiao'an's eardrums like a drum, making her cheeks as bright as peach blossoms and her body as soft as spring water.

The swift and scorching lips fell urgently, and Zhou Xiaoan sighed, and his arms were gently wrapped around them like spring willow branches.

But the kiss fell to the essence but was as soft as the spring rain of catkins, and the hand was firmly clasped by a pair of rough and hot hands, Zhou Xiaoan snorted dissatisfied, but the uncle left her lips panting.

"An An, An An." Suppressed and restrained, he pecked and kissed her on the lips a few times, and she was hugged tightly into a fiery embrace, her cheeks were red with the restless heartbeat, and her heart trembled with it, and the dissatisfied little temper was only a soft hum.

The uncle pressed against her forehead and kissed her lightly on the face: "An An, An An, An An......" as he had read in her ear thousands of times when she was unconscious, making her feel stable and happy when she heard it, and her heart was warm and soft.

But some things still can't be left at that!

Zhou Xiao'an raised his hand, and shook it vigorously in front of his uncle with an old-fashioned marriage certificate like a certificate in his hand, and asked in a bright and reasonable manner: "We are a legal husband and wife, why can't we live as husband and wife?!" ”

Uncle didn't expect her to ask so bluntly and boldly, his face turned red suddenly, and he coughed violently twice before he smoothed his anger, and the blood on his face was deeper than last week's Xiao An's clear, clean, black and white eyes.

She is still a little girl who doesn't understand anything, and she probably doesn't understand what she asked......

Zhou Xiaoan refused to let him find another reason to fool himself, and raised his hand and added a framed scroll: "Our marriage is supported by a legal protection organization!" The leaders have given us inscriptions! ”

As he spoke, he struggled to sit up in his arms, shook off the scroll and read it to him word by word: "Loyal guardians of the party and the state, outstanding sons and daughters of the working class." Presented to Shen Yuehai and Zhou Xiao'an. Hair**! See! This is the highest instruction! Do you want to regret your marriage? ”

Uncle was originally embarrassed by her question, but now seeing that she was shaking the inscription like shaking a cabbage, he suddenly laughed: "Don't talk nonsense, what kind of repentance, be careful that Dad Zhou knows about it and kicks me out." ”

Seeing that she was tossing and sweating slightly on her forehead and the tip of her nose, she hurriedly wrapped her in a blanket: "You take a rest first, do you want to drink water?" Eat or not eat fruit ......"

Zhou Xiao'an's mind was not on his words at all, and suddenly remembered a possibility, his big eyes widened, and even a slight amount of water vapor poured out: "You! You, you, you! Do you dislike my little buns!? ”