Keiko Murai held the child and followed the headquarters headquarters to the county seat of Morgan, and as soon as she arrived outside the county, she saw Meng Qingshan at the gate of the city to greet her. But Meng Qingshan was busy talking to Zhou Baozhong and the division-level leaders, and then there was a meeting, and so far Gu Shang had not said a word to Keiko Murai, his son, and daughter, and Keiko Murai also knew that his man had important things to do, and under the protection of four guards, he came to settle down in a courtyard in the north of the county.

Meng Qingshan's residence was a courtyard house, and less than three miles outside the courtyard was the station of the third guard battalion, and once he heard a movement, he could rush over in a few minutes, and at the same time, on average, patrolled every hour. There are a total of five rooms in the courtyard, and Meng Qingshan's family lives in the back two. The guards and fighters lived in the first three rooms.

Meng Qingshan has been busy with the relocation of the headquarters these days, eating and living in the headquarters, walking out of the door in the morning, first to see the address planned for the headquarters departments, and then to comfort the wounded, and then to find the dozens of Jewish technicians to learn from the experience and ask how to make money, after receiving the headquarters personnel at noon, he had an afternoon meeting with them, and he was already too tired to do so. After the meeting, I thought that my wife and children had come, and hurriedly asked Xiaohuzi where his home was, and when I walked into the yard, I saw Keiko Murai holding her son, an old mother (a member of the victim group driven by the Japanese army in the early stage, who was taken in by Meng Qingshan to take care of her son and daughter) Holding her daughter and standing at the door waiting for Meng Qingshan, Meng Qingshan's heart was hot and hot, and he stepped forward in a few big steps, took it from the hands of Keiko Murai and the old mother, and kissed a few mouthfuls on the little faces of the two fans. Perhaps it is because of the ups and downs of the past month or so, so that Meng Qingshan has no extra time to clean up his personal hygiene. The long beard was gently shaved by Meng Qingshan with a knife, but it was not shaved clean, when kissing the child, the two little guys were pierced by Meng Qingshan's hard stubble and cried, no matter how Meng Qingshan coaxed, the crying still stopped, and finally Meng Qingshan had no choice. had to put the child back into the arms of Huizi and Feng's mother, and the two little guys returned to their familiar arms and the crying stopped all of a sudden, which made Meng Qingshan a little embarrassed and touched his nose and walked into the house.

The furnishings in the house were not bad. The room is the living room. There is a landscape hanging on the front wall, and a wooden table is placed against the wall, on which are several plates of peanuts, walnuts, and honey. In the middle of the living room is a table of eight immortals and a few chairs, and the materials are very exquisite. Meng Qingshan knew at a glance that it was a first-class piece of good furniture. The ceiling is made of wooden panels and painted. The ground is paved with terrazzo bricks, and the brick joints are tightly matched.

When I went into Keiko Murai and her bedroom, I saw a plum blossom hanging on the wall, banners on both sides, and the sleeping place was an earthen kang 4 meters long and 3 meters wide, and the bedding on the kang was a military quilt. Leaning against the partition wall is a large old-fashioned cabinet with wooden boxes stacked on top of it. In front of the window is a table with mirror frames.

After watching. knew that this must be the home of the original traitor, otherwise it would not have been so beautifully furnished. He smiled and said to Keiko Murai: "This house is the best house in this county, and when I see this scene, I will think of the new house we got married in." ”

Keiko Murai blushed a little, didn't speak for a long time, and asked him after a while if he was hungry, thirsty, or tired.

Meng Qingshan twisted his neck, stretched his waist and said: "Don't say I'm really tired, it seems that I also need to give myself some vacation, Keiko asked the guards to go and get some food, let me sleep well after eating, I was sleepy." ”

Keiko Murai smiled at Meng Qingshan, turned around and walked out of the room, and after a while, he was holding a wooden plate, and some shiny side dishes were put on the wooden plate, which made people have an appetite when they looked at it, Meng Qingshan took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Keiko, the food you cook is awesome, Lao Li in the cooking class can't compare to you, I married you is really a blessing in my life." ”

Due to the patronage of this meeting, Meng Qingshan, who did not eat a grain of rice at noon, finished eating, while Keiko on the side sat at the table and watched Meng Qingshan eat in a big gulp, and a satisfied smile gradually flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, Keiko Murai put the child to sleep and handed it over to Feng's mother to take care of, and came from the outhouse with a basin of hot water, and when she returned to the house, she saw Meng Qingshan writing under the lamp. The light shone on Meng Qingshan's face, giving birth to a halo of light.

Keiko Murai walked over and put the hot water on the ground, squatted down and gently put Meng Qingshan's feet into the warm water, and then gently massaged it with his hands.

Meng Qingshan felt that his heart was hot, and he shouted softly, "Keiko!" ”

Keiko Murai, who was bowing her head and massaging carefully, looked up, saw Meng Qingshan looking at her, and asked in a low voice: "I see that you are working hard, and I don't want to disturb you, so I ......."

Meng Qingshan stretched out his hand, held Keiko Murai's hand, and said a little apologetically: "Keiko, you have worked hard these days. ”

With this statement, Keiko Murai's eyes were a little foggy. Keiko Murai took Meng Qingshan's hand and put it on her face, and murmured: "I'm not hard at all, everyone treats me very well and takes good care of me. It's just that why does Qingshanjun want to fight, it's so dangerous, can't we live an ordinary life? You don't know that I cry every night in my dreams, and I'm really scared of losing you. ”

Meng Qingshan took Keiko Murai in his arms and said softly: "Keiko, don't worry, you should know what strength your man has, the person who wants my Meng Qingshan's life has not been born yet!" In fact, I don't want to fight, but these are forced, if I don't pick up the gun and resist, then the life we live now will cease to exist, so in order to live an ordinary life, I have to defeat the crowd who dare to make trouble, don't worry, even for you and the child, I will also pay attention to safety, and we will wait for our sons and daughters to grow up, and then give us grandchildren and granddaughters, and then we will live a happy life as a family. ”

Keiko Murai listened to Meng Qingshan's description, and suddenly thought of a picture of her and Meng Qingshan sitting on the main seat with white hair, and there were many children and grandchildren beside them, and the corners of her mouth gradually showed a happy smile.

Seeing his wife's smile, the flame in Meng Qingshan's heart went straight up one by one, and asked in a low voice: "What about the son and daughter?" ”

Keiko Murai's face flew with two flushes at once, and her eyes were watery and about to drip water. whispered: "After feeding, Mother Feng took them to another room to rest." ”

Meng Qingshan roared in his throat, and with a strong arm, he picked up Keiko Murai and put it on the kang with the futon, Keiko Murai's face was red and hot at this time, and he leaned on Meng Qingshan's arms with his head down silently, wanting to hide himself, although he was already an old husband and wife, but Keiko Murai was still very shy, which made Meng Qingshan very excited.

Meng Qingshan's heart was already high-spirited, and it was slippery to start, seeing the shyness of his wife, he directly used his hands and feet at the same time, rendering a small room full of spring, and the horn of spring planting sounded in the room, and a sturdy bull was plowing the ground hard, and his voice was groaning. Sometimes distant and high-pitched, sometimes deep and wandering, like a song and a song, like a cry and a complaint, the stars in the sky outside the window are so ashamed that they blink their eyes. (To be continued.) )