Cheng Qianfan tiptoed to the first floor, opened the closet, took out the wine bottle, and drank a few swigs of wine. This ensured that he would smell a bit drunk when he woke up in the morning.
Brush your teeth and wash your hands.
When he came to the bedroom, Cheng Qianfan didn't turn on the light. He took off his clothes in the dark and got into bed.
The bedside lamp turned on, and Bai Ruolan's big eyes flickered.
"Did I wake you up?" Cheng Qianfan bent down and kissed Ruolan's cheek and asked softly.
Bai Ruolan raised her head and neck.
Cheng Qianfan skillfully moved his arms over, and Ruolan snuggled into his arms, "I can't sleep, I'll wait for you to come back."
Cheng Qianfan said nothing. His heart was full of guilt for his wife. He knew that Ruolan must have been worried about him.
With a slight strength in his arms, he hugged his wife tightly, kissed her forehead, and said, "Go to sleep."
"Qianfan, I have something to tell you." Bai Ruolan looked serious.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Qianfan said. Looking at his wife's serious expression, he felt a little confused and nervous.
"I have a baby in my belly." Ruolan rubbed her husband's chest gently and said softly, with shyness and joy in her voice.
Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, his eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at Bai Ruolan.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Cheng Qianfan was as happy as a child and kept saying, "We are going to be parents."
Bai Ruolan looked at her husband, her heart still filled with sweetness.
At the same time, she was secretly relieved. She could guess how great and dangerous things her husband was doing. She was worried that Cheng Qianfan would not want the child because of work considerations.
Now, she feels at ease.
No, to be precise, it was happiness. She gently touched her belly and said to herself, 'I'm going to be a mother.'
…
Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife, and the two of them talked softly. The content was about the first meeting, companionship, and mutual understanding of the boy and girl in the nursing home when they were young.
"Ruolan, thank you." He said softly.
no respond.
Cheng Qianfan lowered his head and saw that Bai Ruolan was asleep, nestled in his arms, with a beautiful smile on her lips.
He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
He is about to become a father, and he is naturally happy in his heart.
For him, there is no restriction in the organization or the Secret Service that prohibits having children.
I have been married for almost two years. It is normal to have children, but it is unreasonable not to have children.
In addition, for him, who has the identity of Japanese spy Kentaro Miyazaki, if Lan has a child, her safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent.
"Abba, mother, Xiaofan is going to be a father." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart.
…
early morning.
Chongqing, No. 50 Zengjiayan, Zhou Gongguan.
Xiong Jiashang folded the message and put it in his pocket.
He glanced at the small teahouse opposite. The waiter in the teahouse was lighting the stove at the door, but his eyes glanced here from time to time.
Next to the teahouse is a shoe repair shop. Early in the morning, the hard-working shoe repairman has already opened his stall.
Whether it is a teahouse or a shoe repair shop, they are all surveillance points of the Kuomintang Lixing Society Secret Service, and their eyes are firmly fixed on Zhou Mansion.
Whether it is Comrade Xiangwu, Mr. Ye, Mr. Dong and other leaders, or young comrades such as Xiong Jiahua, everyone knows the secret agents at the surveillance point clearly. It can even be said that both parties are tacitly understanding each other, and everyone knows who does what.
When Comrade Xiang Wu and our party comrades first came to Chongqing, due to housing shortage, they could only rent a house with the Kuomintang people.
There are senior officials of the Kuomintang inside the door and state spies outside the door. This is a true portrayal of the complex and even dangerous environment of the Zhou Mansion.
In such a dangerous and complex environment, Comrade Xiangwu, Mr. Dong, Mr. Ye and other leaders calmly and calmly led the struggle in the Kuomintang-controlled areas and the anti-Japanese national united front work under the eyes of the enemy, showing the fearless revolutionary spirit of the Red Party people.
and the supreme art of struggle.
Xiong Jiashang's eyes met the waiter in the teahouse. He smiled and nodded. The latter seemed a little surprised and finally smiled.
Xiong Jiashang went out and turned right and came to a room. This room was the office and bedroom of Comrade Xiang Wu and his eldest sister.
He knocked gently.
"Comrade Xiangwu, are you up?" he asked.
"It's Comrade Jiahua, come in." The eldest sister's voice came from inside, the door was opened, and the eldest sister pursed her lips inward.
"Comrade Xiangwu stayed up all night again?" Xiong Jiashang asked in a low voice.
"Don't listen to your elder sister, I've been squinting for a long time," said Comrade Xiang Wu, who was writing at his desk.
"It's less than half an hour, so it will take a while," the eldest sister revealed.
Xiong Jiashang looked at the tired Comrade Xiangwu and said distressedly, "Comrade Xiangwu, your body..."
"My health is fine." Comrade Xiang Wu smiled heartily, closed the notebook, and then looked at the eldest sister, "I really miss the millet porridge in northern Shaanxi."
"I know, I'm going to cook porridge right now." The eldest sister said with a smile.
"Comrade Jiahua hasn't had breakfast yet, let's have dinner together later." The eldest sister said hello to Xiong Jiahua and went out.
"Comrade Xiangwu." Xiong Jiahua took out the telegram from his body, "The telegram forwarded by Comrade Farmer."
"Oh?" Comrade Xiangwu was shocked and received the message, "Comrade Huo Miao's message?"
"Yes." Xiong Jiahua nodded, "Comrade Farmer said that the original text of the telegram has been reported to comrade teachers. Comrade teachers asked Comrade Farmer to forward it to Chongqing for your review."
After saying that, he stood quietly aside.
Comrade Xiangwu held the message in both hands, lost in thought, and his expression became more and more serious.
…
Shanghai.
He Guanjia.
Mama Blue, the maid who was preparing breakfast, heard a knock on the door.
She picked up the rag and wiped her hands, went to the courtyard door, opened the door, and saw He Guan and Huang Xiaolan standing at the door.
"Master Guan." Mother Lan exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth.
"Mother Lan, don't make any noise." He Guan led Huang Xiaolan through the door and whispered.
Mother Lan nodded and quickly closed the door.
"Where's grandma?" He Guan asked.
"My wife hasn't gotten up yet," said Mother Blue.
"Don't call me grandma yet." He Guan said, "Mother Lan, I want to eat the wontons you made."
"Mother Lan will do it now." Mother Lan said excitedly. She looked at Huang Xiaolan and asked, "What do you want to eat, young mistress?"
"I also miss Mama Lan's little wontons."
"Okay, okay." Mother Lan nodded happily.
About half an hour later, Mrs. He got up. As she walked down the stairs, she said, "Mama Lan, didn't you say we were going to eat fried cakes today? How do you make little wontons?"
Mother Blue, who was busy in the kitchen, did not answer.
"That brat Aguan is not at home. If he were at home, he could eat three bowls of wontons in one breath." Mrs. He sighed, then turned her head and saw He Guan and Huang Xiaolan who were standing up and looking at her with a smile.
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