Seeing the little girl's way of looking around and looking around, Malashenko wondered whether this was meant for him.
I didn't promise this little girl that I would come to see her off, and I didn't even mention it at all. It was just a temporary idea that I wanted to leave a connection for the future.
Then who is this girl waiting for here looking around?
Malashenko couldn't guess it, but it didn't matter. Then he straightened his clothes a little and walked forward.
But he didn't expect that this kid Iushkin, who kept his mouth shut, would not forget to make fun of himself at this time.
"I won't go. I'll wait here for you to come back, so as not to interfere with your work and become a light bulb."
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Malashenko, who had just walked out a few steps, suddenly turned around, his sharp eyes as if they could kill someone, making Iushkin, who was slapping him a second ago, tremble all over.
Even if Comrade Commander doesn't speak, it's enough to remind Comrade Gunner of "the good old days of sweeping toilets and digging out feces."
"I didn't say anything. I wish you a safe journey! Comrade Commander!"
Feeling that he had been frightened, Iushkin wilted. Malashenko, who didn't care about such nonsense, continued to move forward and strode towards his goal.
Soon, the beautiful figure waiting on the edge of the airport runway in the pleasant spring breeze noticed a familiar figure whose height was difficult to ignore walking towards him.
The sweet smile that appeared in an instant was clearly visible. To be honest, he didn’t think he was so charming, but he still felt a little bit guilty. He had already reached this point and could only continue to go forward.
Walk forward until you come to that beautiful figure.
"Good morning, Mr. General, are you here to see someone off at the airport?"
"Ahem, um, that."
His usually fluent English suddenly stuttered a little. Malashenko paused briefly to cover up his embarrassment and quickly continued to speak.
"I'm here to see off a friend. What about you? Miss Gill, are you planning to leave and go back to China? Looking at you like this, you must be waiting for someone, right?"
As long as it does not involve his official duties, Malashenko is still very willing to express himself as a gentleman, rather than as a simple and practical person on the battlefield.
What's more, when facing such a beautiful and charming girl, dressing up neatly and decently is the basic etiquette for dealing with the opposite sex.
"Yes, I am waiting for a friend. Although he didn't say it, I guess he will come to see me off. I can't let him be disappointed, so I have been waiting for him until he comes."
The two of them were indifferent to each other, seemingly answering each other's questions "nonchalantly" pretending to have met by chance.
I know that this little girl is not a young girl who has just started to fall in love, but we, Comrade Ma, are not some young brother who spends all day licking and licking pictures.
In my last life, when I was "all-powerful" at Moscow State University, you were an old woman with all your teeth missing. How can I lose to you?
Malashenko, who smiled calmly, said nothing and made an invitation gesture before taking the lead.
The plane's engine hasn't started yet, and it will still be a while before the scheduled takeoff time. It's not impossible to just play movies with this little girl.
"Then according to that, he should have a good relationship with you, right?"
The slightly chilly spring breeze blows on your face in the early morning, with a pleasant and refreshing touch that will not make you feel sleepy or tired.
While walking among the lawns of the airport, not far away from the lawns that were pitted by the war, there was even the wreckage of an FW190 fighter jet that hadn't had time to be cleaned up. It had been drained of oil and unloaded, so there was no danger of a fire or explosion.
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But just such a picture of lawn, spring scenery, and war coexisting, is quite rare.
Walking in a place like this can be regarded as a kind of edifying one's sentiments, not to mention being accompanied by a beautiful woman.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted to have a good relationship with him, but it's a pity. So far, we are just ordinary friends."
"Ha~"
Gill's answer was quite interesting. Malashenko, who had his hands in his pockets, continued to walk forward, while not forgetting to talk and respond as he walked.
"You want to take things further with him? What would that be like?"
Malashenko could probably guess what the little girl was thinking, and it could be considered that he deliberately brought up the topic. What the little girl will answer next is what people will care about.
"Want to be his lover, or boyfriend and girlfriend? In short, I just want to stay with him. As long as he can be by my side, that's fine."
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Well, come on, it’s better to say that my brother fell into the hands of the dealer.
Malashenko wanted to bring up the topic, but the topic inadvertently came to Jill. Malashenko felt that even if he didn't ask, 80% of the little girl would want to say the same thing, but it could be regarded as confirmation of his guess, no
It's no use asking.
"There are no benches here. It's not even close to a couple's park. Do you mind if the conditions are limited?"
If there is no park bench, then take the plane wreckage. Malashenko walked with Jill to the side of the FW190 fighter plane wreckage, took the initiative to invite him, and took the lead to sit on the wing wreckage.
He tilted his head and glanced at the odorless German corpse in the cockpit, and then he patted the wing next to him with relief and motioned for the lady to please sit down.
"Do you always choose this kind of place to date girls?"
"Huh? Girls???"
Now it was Lao Ma's turn to be a little confused. Seeing Jill sitting next to him, he answered more or less like "pretending to be confused".
"Where can there be girls? I am a diesel man with his head stuck in his waistband and driving a walking tractor all day long. How can a girl from such an unsentimental family like me be attracted to someone like me?"
IS7 is also a walking tractor after all. I’m sure there is nothing wrong with saying that.
Seeing that Malashenko was so "shameless", Gil simply spoke openly and was not to be outdone.
"What about the nurse named Anya? Don't you have a fiancée in Moscow? Is it because you are unfaithful to love? Or is it that your fiancée has become a slut and is no longer to your liking?"
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Damn it! How did Anya know about this little girl’s movie? What big mouth leaked all this to me, bastard!
Malashenko, who originally thought that Jill didn't know about this, was somewhat surprised. He didn't say anything about the surprise. He was also added so many questions by this little girl's mouth like a machine gun. It seemed that "
I really didn’t give her the wrong label of “strong personality”.
"Okay, you're right, I admit it. Now I love them both at the same time. I was confused in the past, but it's different now. I can't solve the problem by just running away. No matter what, I will try my best to do what I should do.
, try your best, and we will talk about the future later, time will witness many things, including feelings."
".What if instead of two, there are three?"
"What."
Jill didn't speak. Malashenko, who had looked serious just now, was a little at a loss now, but he couldn't guess what this little girl would say next.
"You know? This is the first time I have confessed to a man. You are the first to the man I like."
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The person who said nothing became Malashenko. Although it was expected that Malashenko would be like this, but to be honest, Malashenko originally planned to break the issue himself. Some words were more appropriate for a man to say, but he did not expect that. This little girl Jill can be one step ahead.
"Actually, I was very disgusted with you at the beginning. It was when I accidentally learned that you had a fiancée and you were having fun outside. I thought you didn't respect women, just like the father I hated since childhood. Virtue.”
"But when I realized that I fell in love with the person I originally wanted to hate, it was too late."
"I started to reminisce, started to daydream, and started trying to remember every bit of our time together. I would even record it in words to slowly savor, and follow my memory with words to relive those times with you. time."
"To be honest, after graduating from college and working in the past few years, I have been to many places and seen many people and things, and I have come to understand some things."
"The world's top resources, power, and wisdom are all in the hands of you men. Just like the moon is always the brightest and the stars are just a foil, people will always follow their instinct to pay attention to and be attracted by more dazzling things. .”
"I would often tell myself, he already has so many suitors and admirers, why should I join them again? But, God, I found that reason can't defeat emotion, at least not this time. I I even dream about you, and I force myself to forget but I just can’t."
"Later, I gave up and gave up trying to forget you."
"Perhaps it's because you are so real, not so far away, but so touchable, permeating every aspect of my life and work. I began to want to accept it all, but I was afraid that I would Lost, how should I face the next thing after losing it? I don’t know me.”
"But you have it now, people don't live in the past and future but in the present, don't they?"
Malashenko, who knew it was time to say something by himself, took the initiative to speak. It was already difficult enough for the little girl to be brave enough to say something like this. All he had to do next was to leave it to him.
"I heard that couples in New York hold hands when dating? I don't know if I know enough about American love."
Watching Malashenko leave the wing and come to him, leaning slightly forward and offering his right hand, Gil, who was very troubled and annoyed just a few seconds ago, finally smiled, quite sweet and sincere. sincere.
"Well understood, Mr. Gentleman."
Just walking hand in hand on the way back to the runway, recalling every moment since they met each other in his mind, Malashenko, who was sighing at the magic of fate, could not help but speak quietly.
"We may not see each other again for a long time after this farewell. If you suddenly change your mind and don't like me as a diesel man who drives a walking tractor, remember to write to me and let me know. Lest I end up with the bankrupt homeless people on the streets of New York. Like Han, he is thinking about what his little lover is doing at the moment."
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and vice versa for women.
Gil, who didn't think there was anything wrong with Malashenko's words, was made to giggle. The little hand holding Comrade Ma's hand was a little twitching. He walked for more than ten steps before finally still smiling.
He said happily.
"Actually, I really hope that one day you can drive your big tractor and confess to me. Even if I know it's impossible, I will always think of you jumping down from the turret, coming to me, stretching your arms.
Come and say to me, "Honey, I'll take you home," don't you think this is wonderful?"
"Driving a tank to pick you up? Oh, driving a tank on the streets of New York, or a Soviet tank. Honey, do you know that this can scare the President of the United States so much that he rolls out of bed and pulls his pants right on the spot."
"Hahaha--"
There was another burst of laughter that almost made her fall forward. Jill felt that she had never been so happy in this period of time. I am afraid that she laughed more loudly in just this moment than in the past month.
For a pair of lovers, no matter how long a road they walk hand in hand, it will seem short, and time seems to fly by in a blink of an eye.
Finally, we held each other's hands and arrived at the runway. A US military Lockheed C-69 "Constellation" transport aircraft that had been modified with passenger seats had started its engine and rotated its propellers. Jill's colleagues were boarding the plane one after another, and there were still some passengers left.
There were very few people left on the track.
"It seems it's time to say goodbye, are you ready?"
The good times are always short, but when Gil said his last goodbyes to Malashenko, there was still one thing to do.
"You said before that you might retire after the war and live an ordinary life."
"You know? You can actually change your environment. After you take off your military uniform, you can come to the United States. Let's buy a small farm together and live a life of our own. There are golden fields and folk music, plus a new movie
Such a shabby but old little truck, let’s go to the haystack to watch the sunset together. This is a life full of hope, right?”
When she is with the person she loves deeply, a passionate girl can't help but think about their future.
Malashenko knows this and can understand it, but some things are not as simple as good hopes after all.
"I guess I might have to say sorry, honey."
"I am used to living a simple and poor life. The materialistic capitalist world should not be suitable for me. This has nothing to do with the relationship between us. You are a good girl, sincere, kind and brave. If I were born in the United States
To be valued by you is a blessing that I, Malashenko, have acquired in eight lifetimes. I wish I could have eight children with you."
"I believe we will meet again, so it's just "goodbye" instead of "farewell", okay?"
He could have expected that this might be the result, so he didn't seem to be disappointed. However, Jill's unpredicted actions really surprised Comrade Ma.
Um--
Bo——
Jill is a tall girl who can make more than 70% of men unable to take their eyes away from her.
Just like that, the girl stepped on her hard-toed boots and stood on her tiptoes, and forcefully kissed her mouth to mouth.
With two slender arms around Malashenko's neck, this deep kiss seemed longer than a century.
He slowly moved away from the lips that had never been rejected, and still hooked his arms around the back of his lover's neck, looking at each other at a distance where they could feel their breath.
While looking at Malashenko affectionately for the last time, there were also those last words before parting.
"I think I have remembered it and will not forget it"
The girl walked away resolutely, leaving a trace of her retreating back for anyone to watch.
And when he inevitably looked back again, from the end of the boarding ladder and the entrance of the cabin, he looked again in the direction he came from, but what he saw was a group of people already walking towards the bottom of the boarding ladder.
The familiar figure.
"Keep it and give it to you as a first date gift."
Of course the result was good, the girl accepted the "gift" with a smile, waved to her lover and left.
Comrade Ma was the only one who gave me a gift and left a heart full of love. Looking at the figure of the Lockheed C-69 "Constellation" rising into the sky, which was indeed quite good-looking, I couldn't help but touch myself.
With her hair blown loose, she stood on the edge of the runway and sighed like a firecracker.
"This should be the Lieutenant General's regular hat with the shortest service time, right? This guy has set another world record."