The car drove past the dimly lit Drum Tower, turned right into the ancient Houzai Lane, and stopped in front of a small blue brick building with two carved stone benches at the door. An An insisted on sending each brother back before giving up.
Yi struggled to get out of the back seat and thanked the two guard drivers in the attendant's room with drunken eyes.
The lieutenant-in-command respectfully asked if he should notify the captain of the guard to come. An Yi quickly shook his head and refused, saying that it was not easy for the brothers to come to Nanjing, so let them spend the night happily at the romantic Yangtze Hotel.
The guard smiled, saluted, got into the car and left quickly. An Yi subconsciously tightened the armed belt around his waist, moved the pistol to the side to make his stomach feel better, blinked and carefully read the house number on the front, and muttered
He muttered: "Thirty-six... why is it thirty-six and not thirty-five? Is thirty-five on the left or on the right..."
"Behind you."
The charming Gong Qian, wearing a large see-through flower shawl, was already standing behind An Yi. She stepped forward to support the swaying An Yi and scolded her in a low voice: "Look at you, why do you drink like this? You don't have any grace at all.
No more, he’s just like a little drunkard, come back with me, he stinks of alcohol..."
An Yi laughed and unconsciously hugged Gong Qian's slender waist and explained with a smile:
"Sister, I've wanted to come back for a long time. How can the food in Yongheyuan be as authentic as my mother Wu's? But... Lao Hu, Dai Yunong, who I just met today, and Huang Jie, who has a good relationship with my younger brother, took turns to do mischief.
Torturing me, I secretly went to the bathroom and vomited three times before I drank Lao Huang, Brother Cai and his lieutenants to the ground, so that no one dared to mess with them... uh...
You pissed me off, so we put Brother Cai and his adjutant into the car and sent them back to the wrong alley. The grandson of Brother Cai drank too much and talked nonsense. One moment he said it was Chicken Goose Alley, and the other he said it was Ruyi Lane.
, I was so angry that I had to move him up and down four times before he found his home. It turned out to be the Artillery Headquarters dormitory in the north of Xiangfu Camp. Haha, is it fun, sister?
Grandma's, Lao Hu also vomited, and he hung on the wall as soon as he got off the car. I didn't dare to look at him for fear of getting infected, so he quickly asked the driver to take me back, haha... Sister, don't be angry! Brother, I am drunk and sober.
,Ha ha……"
"Wake up, you idiot! You hung up in the middle of your call. I rushed back and cooked a table of dishes with Wu Ma to wait for you. My belly was pressed to my backbone and I couldn't bear to eat it first. I was so angry! You heartless person
,pop——”
Gong Qian slapped An Yi on the arm angrily and pushed An Yi hard to enter the door. Wu Ma had already arrived. She closed the door and immediately came up to help Gong Qian help An Yi walk through the front yard and enter the front hall of the small building.
He kept chattering about why he drank so much, and the mosquitoes were all driven away.
Entering the front hall, An Yi sat down on the mahogany chair and looked apologetically at Gong Qian who was wiping the sweat off her forehead under the light: "Sister, yes... I'm sorry, sister, and Mother Wu, I'm sorry!
I don’t want to drink so much. Those grandsons forced me to drink.
I didn’t want to bother you so late, but I... I have to go back to the front line tomorrow morning. This time, at least... I have to complete the Northern Expedition before I can come back. It takes too long, and I really can’t bear to leave my sister and Wu Ma, so... so
I came here even knowing that I was being scolded by you."
Gong Qian felt warm in her heart. She took the wet towel from Wu's mother and wiped An Yi's face. Seeing An Yi raise his hand, she quickly ordered him to put it down. An Yi honestly raised his face and enjoyed Gong Qian's gentle touch.
Waiting, Wu Ma took a look and sighed before making some ginger syrup for An Yi to sober up.
After Gong Qian wiped An Yi's neck and was about to scold him, she couldn't help but froze when she saw An Yi's sweet face with her eyes closed and smiling. She stretched out her hand and gently touched An Yi's face and asked in a low voice:
"Xiao Yi, can you walk around? I'll get you some bath water. You have to take a shower. You're all covered in sweat..."
"Oh? Well...I can do it. I'll go by myself. Sister, you can sleep. I'll sleep on the sofa after washing. It'll cool down. I'm hot..."
An Yi struggled to stand up, but as soon as he reached the edge of the mahogany carved couch, he couldn't stand up. He sat down with a heavy "bang", his body tilted and he fell asleep, with a pair of long legs hanging feebly outside the sofa.
Gong Qian hurriedly went up and shook him to wake him up, but no matter how hard she shook, An Yi could not wake up. The only answer to Gong Qian's low plea was the sound of heavy and even breathing.
Gong Qian sighed and moved An Yi's feet to the sofa with great effort. She lovingly untied An Yi's shoelaces and took off her rubber-soled military leather shoes. She held her breath and quickly took off a pair of An Yi's smelly socks, dazzling her eyes.
When she saw An Yi's scarred feet, she was immediately shocked, and tears rolled down Gong Qian's fair and smooth face.
These are a pair of feet that are no different from ordinary soldiers. Thick calluses are all over the soles and raised joints. Pink scratches that have not yet healed are distributed among the burn scars. Purple bruises are all over the tibia.
Around him, tender nails had just grown out of the big toenail of his left foot. It was obvious that the whole nail had been ripped off before it looked like this.
Gong Qian could no longer remember the smell of An Yi's big feet. She stretched out her trembling hands to hold the unconscious feet and cried sadly. She didn't know how much it cost An Yi to get to where he is today, but she knew the scars.
, the pain caused by each scar, knowing the various tortures this handsome young general with a smile on his face has endured.
Wu Ma came to the front hall holding ginger syrup. She was shocked when she saw Gong Qian holding An Yi's feet and sobbing non-stop. She quickly put the big hand carefully on the table, came to Gong Qian and slowly knelt down to caress her.
Gong Qian raised her head and shook her head with tears in her eyes. She let go of her hands and let Wu Ma take a look at An Yi's feet. Wu Ma couldn't help but shed tears after watching the show:
"How much suffering has this child suffered... Qian'er, I'll get him a basin of hot water and let's wash him..."
Gong Qian nodded, moved her graceful waist and squatted down in front of An Yi. She quietly looked at An Yi's melancholy face and couldn't help crying again. She gently untied An Yi's armed belt and spent a lot of time.
After a while, he took off An Yi's pistol and briefcase together with his belt.
Gently unbuttoning An Yi's clothes that were wet with sweat, the scar caused by the bullet hole on the left shoulder and the trace of the bullet passing through the left abdomen immediately came into Gong Qian's hazy eyes. She could no longer control her emotions. Quickly
He stood up and rushed into the bedroom and cried for a long time, unable to restrain himself.
"My child..."
Wu Ma put down the copper plate and wrung out the towel in the hot water. She gently covered the wound on An Yi's abdomen and wiped it lovingly. She trembled and muttered sadly: "This child has suffered so much! He suffered this at such a young age.
Why doesn't God have an eye for this crime..."
A pot of clean hot water became dirty. Wu Ma wiped her tears and picked up the pot to change the water. Gong Qian had calmed down and slowly returned to Anyi.
The wound of her own heart is like a knife cut, but she knows that the well -known and understandable younger brother in front of her has entered her life, making her dreams never forget.
There is no component.
Without a little hesitation, the two loving women dismissed An Yi's clothes and pants. Only a large pair of large underwear was left. The moment the legs were pulled down, the thirty -centimeter on the thigh was deep on the thigh.
The scar was once again let the two women fall in tears.
Gong Qian was lying on Wu's shoulders and couldn't stop tears. Wu Ma stretched out his trembling hand and gently stroked the light purple narrow scar that had been healed slightly.
Sit up, and walked towards the courtyard with the only surviving instinctual consciousness, walked under the thick laurel tree under Gong Qian and Wu Ma's shocking gaze, pulled down the pants head and sprinkled a long urine.
Will pull the trousers and return from the original road.
Seeing that An Yi, who closed her eyes like a sleepwalk, was about to find the sofa and lay down. Gong Qian quickly went up to help Anyi under the reminder of Wu Ma, and led him to his bedroom to lie on the bed, so as not to sleep naked.
The sofa was cold. Wu Mom followed her help. When An Yi fell asleep, she quickly brought a copper plate. Wipe Any's big feet again. Then she stood up and breathed.
Any, who was lying on his back, moaned and rolled around in a comfortable manner, lying down on his stomach as naughty children, and the irregular scar on the back shoulders appeared again in front of two women. Wu Ma shook her head and sighed.
With a copper basin, he left quietly, picked up An Yi's clothes, took out the inside, put it in the pot and walked towards the yard.
Gong Qian moved the table lamp near the bedside, covering Anyi, and then moved to a stool to sit quietly by the stool, watching the scars on Anyi's back silently.
Perhaps she was sleeping in her stomach, and An Yi turned over again, moving her beautiful lips and murmuring a few vague words.
It wasn't until this time Gong Qian pulled out the left hand that was squeezed by Anyi's robust body, put his right palm, rubbed his face, rubbing slowly to An Yi's face, with An Yi's eyebrows and long fingertips and long fingertips.
The eyelashes are gently slipped.
"Sister, miss you ..."
Gong Qian was startled, and she retracted her hand to stiffened like an electric shock, rejoicing and staring at An Yi's trembling eyelids.
Qian then held the fiercely undulating breast and closed her eyes tightly.
After a while, I didn't hear any movement of An Yi, but only a uniform and powerful breathing sound came out. Gong Qian opened her eyes and looked at the quiet and quiet face in front of her eyes.
Big hand, gently sticked his hot face, and slowly leaned down. Who knew that An Yi suddenly turned around, and the other big hand immediately stuck to Gong Qian's soft shivering shoulders ...
Nympho
"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi ..."
"Huh? Oh ... Who ..."
An Yi slowly opened her tired eyes, and saw Wu Ma's kind face frightened and sat up quickly. She looked around and looked at Wu Ma in amazement.
Wu Ma took the necrotic military uniform in his hand, and blame blame: "You don't want to drink so much in the future, it hurts us to worry about death. Your sister has served you overnight and counts you.
The scars do not stop crying, alas ... you are a little enemies! Get up, your guard chief has come to bring you the hall and wait for you, what is Commander Ze and Gu Guan in the central government's courtyard waiting for you?
There is another hour to set off. "
An Yi pulled the quilt to his chin, and asked embarrassingly with red face: "Wu Ma, why am I here? My sister?"
"Your sister went to work early in the morning. Their Central Party has just moved to Dingjiaqiao. How many things can't be busy! Your sister told me not to wake you up before the walking. Let you sleep for a while.
I'm afraid you haven't slept for a few months. "
Wu Ma walked to the bed lovingly and handed his clothes to An Yi: "What is embarrassing? Last night, my sister and I helped you to wipe your body again.
It ’s a mistake. Children, when you fight on the front line, how long do you give me more eyes and ears, come back well, do n’t let me and your sister worry, do you understand?"
"Mom Wu ..."
An Yi nose was sour, nodded heavily on the pants ...