The bright moon was bright, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the night breeze was refreshing and summer insects were chirping in the back garden of the palace. An Yi and Ye Qing were walking side by side on the cobblestone paths of the tidy garden, chatting in low voices.
Ye Qing raised his fair and delicate chin and pouted his little mouth and asked: "As soon as I met that blond beauty Kaplan, he hugged you and bit your ear, and they were very affectionate. Okay! Tomorrow, newspapers across the country will probably publish the story about the most romantic general in the revolutionary army.
News... tell me, what did Kaplan say to you that made you laugh so lewdly?"
An Yi was horrified, stopped and grabbed Ye Qing's sleeve: "Sister Qing, I am not as good as you said. It's too damaging for you to do this..."
"Really? If you can do it, I can tell you. Be careful. I'll tell Sister Qian when I go back! Don't touch me. Take your dog's paws away. Men and women can't touch each other!" Ye Qing pinched An Yi's arm.
An Yi retracted like an electric shock: "Well, I didn't want to say it originally. Since you have such a big misunderstanding, I have to tell the truth. Kaplan is apologizing to me for not bringing me a birthday gift. I
I told her that even I had forgotten about it, and it was several days since my birthday, so she didn’t need to take it to heart.”
Ye Qing was stunned, and a soft part in his heart was touched. He couldn't help but hold An Yi's hand, with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry! My sister has forgotten it. How about I make up for your birthday tomorrow?"
"Don't bother, there's no need to get these things during the war? Let's wait until my sixtieth birthday." An Yi replied casually.
"You guys always make people happy, hee hee... My wife is still thinking about celebrating her sixtieth birthday even before she is married. I have never seen a stinky man talking nonsense like you... Does it still hurt?"
Ye Qing gave An Yi another hard squeeze, and immediately leaned close to An Yi and lowered his head lovingly to caress his arm that was turning blue and purple due to his pinching. An Yi could only feel the fragrance of orchids entering his nose, and the tips of his hair were sultry and plump.
The elastic warmth pressed against his body, making his head feel dizzy and his heart fluttering.
The gusts of wind blew the branches and leaves singing. An Yi, who finally managed to calm down, resisted the huge temptation and gently opened the distance between them: "Let's walk, Sister Qing, let's talk as we walk. Don't look at the silence in this garden.
There doesn't seem to be even a ghost, but in fact there are at least eight brothers hiding in the dark twenty-five meters away from us, don't let them talk."
Ye Qing was startled, his almond-shaped eyes widened, he looked around carefully, but found nothing. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue, gently let go of his hand, and followed An Yi forward, but he couldn't help himself after taking a few steps.
He took An Yi's arm and said:
"Just watch it. I don't care that I am a woman. Are you still afraid? You don't know, Sister Qian and I have been worried about your safety all day long. It has been almost half a year since we separated on the first day of the new year. We are looking forward to it every day.
Regarding your news, Mother Wu burns incense in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva for you every day. Fortunately, you still have a conscience and write us a letter every few days to report that you are safe, otherwise we really can't spare you."
An Yi grinned: "Sister Qing, how is Mr. Lu from the Political Training Department of the Central Party Committee doing?"
"Ah? How do you know this?" Ye Qing frowned slightly and asked with some displeasure.
An Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "With my current ability, it is not easy to check a person? Don't ask me how I know about it. I met him once when I was working at the Nanjing Staff Headquarters at the end of last year. Things were too big at that time.
I didn't have a chance to say hello to him.
Sister Qing, this Young Master Lu is one of the four famous young masters in Jiangsu and Zhejiang! He comes from a privileged family, with three generations of Jinshi scholars from his ancestors, and his father’s generation is a well-known rich man and scholar in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He himself studied in Japan when he was sixteen years old, and later in the United States.
, is knowledgeable and proficient in three foreign languages, and can be described as a talent of the younger generation.
Now he has reached the rank of deputy director of the Party Department of the Central Committee. He has a successful career and a bright future. I heard he has a good temper. He is also tall and handsome. He is a rare man among men! I heard he has been chasing you for six years?"
"Hey, don't mention that sissy to me! You're trying to upset my sister, aren't you? If you mention that hermaphrodite again, I'm not done with you, sister!"
Ye Qing beat An Yi hard, lowered his head and shed tears in his eyes.
After walking a few steps, An Yi didn't hear Ye Qing's words. He looked down and was startled. He quickly stopped and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Sister Qing? She's fine...what's wrong?"
Ye Qing wiped away his tears, took a long breath, raised his head and stared at the bright moon in the sky, murmuring: "Sister, I feel so uncomfortable! That guy and my sister didn't want to do it, but my family didn't care about my feelings at all.
After agreeing to the Lu family's marriage, my sister was so angry that she has not contacted her family for four months, and she doesn't know what to do in the future!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Qing, I didn't know this..." An Yi apologized in a low voice. For some reason, when he first met Ye Qing, he didn't feel amazing, but the longer he was in contact with Ye Qing, the more he understood it.
Seeing her excellence and beauty, an inexplicable emotion seemed to gradually emerge in his heart, just like Gong Qian whom he missed and admired. Some kind of love and desire buried deep in his heart gave rise to bursts of indescribable pain from time to time, which he could not understand.
It also lingers.
Ye Qing forced a smile: "It's okay, you don't know the specific situation, sister doesn't blame you... By the way, I want to interview the new Fourteenth Division tomorrow, is that okay?"
"Of course you can. Little brother, let that boy Zhang Yang accompany you. When he was in Nanjing, didn't he already scream "Big Sister" to make you smile from ear to ear? It would be best to let him accompany you. The new 14th Division has gained
He has helped a lot and they have fought together together. It is more appropriate for him to accompany you than to accompany you.
Zhang Yang has changed a lot. He is a pure man. He endured three months of forced training. In the previous special operations, he and his comrades went behind enemy lines to launch special operations and killed seven Northwest Army generals.
, and also eliminated the highest firepower point, which was a great contribution. After coming back, this guy didn't feel any discomfort at all. This time, I didn't feel any discomfort.
He was still unwilling to transfer him to the position of director of munitions. He wanted to stay in the secret service. His younger brother told him not to get addicted to playing, otherwise he would be sorry for the hard work of his father and Mr. Kong. This guy was reluctant to take up the post.
He has done a great job in the past half month, and served the fierce generals like Lao Ding and Hu Tou obediently. It can be seen that he comes from a family of profiteers. "
An Yi made arrangements thoughtfully. Knowing that Ye Qing was in a bad mood, he chose some happy things to tell Ye Qing.
Ye Qing smiled as expected: "I'm afraid you are more cunning than Zhang Yang, otherwise why would you let him serve as the director of military supplies? Not only did he please Mr. Zhang and Mr. Kong, but he also laid the foundation for his own military supplies in the future.
Foreshadowing, this is the true nature of a profiteer!"
An Yi laughed, and there was no embarrassment. Ye Qing pouted An Yi and walked to the bottle -type garden side door to slowly stop, telling An Yi to pay attention to rest.
After sending away Ye Qing, An Yi couldn't fall asleep. He simply returned to the command room and his brother Zhao Rui and other brothers to discuss the small -scale battle between Yin Jinan's sixteen divisions in the north.
After six o'clock the next morning, An Yi, who had only rest for two and a half hours, washed the washing. He took the guard to inspect the surrounding camps and went back to the residence to take a bath and change clothes with the brothers of the new 17 division.
Dry porridge, go to find Director Zhao.
Under the strong requirements of reporters, An Yi will accompany the European and American interview team to the northwest of the city this morning to inspect the distribution of disaster relief food and medicine.
At 8 am, two long lines of five or six hundred meters have been lined up in front of the relief warehouse.
In the long team, the food was waiting for the grain to be distributed in its own hands. At the same time, the dust on the road on the west, the road on the big road in the north, thousands of people pushed the car and dragged the car and continued to surge.
The queuing father and folk saw that the officers of Anjiajun accompanied a group of blonde -eye white skin foreigners. They all looked curiously, whispered, naive children drank rice porridge, dragged their nose and ran around, facing reporters
The flash of the camera, frightened, fled behind his parents or grandparents, holding the adult's legs, quietly revealing his head, watching and watching in horror.
The reporters followed the chairman of the disaster relief committee selected by the citizens of Nanyang to enter the wide warehouse. With the help of the translation, listened to the Nanyang dialect of Mr. Meng Lao's voice with heart:
"Since the twenty -four old calendar last month, the neighbors of the city in the city have more than 30,000 people and women in the city. Rende, who feels Anjiajun, has all signed up for the food transport team and disaster relief team.
Seventy -two porridge sheds, more than 30,000 pounds of porridge rice are cooked every day to provide people from all over the country, and they also unload the trucks with General Anjiajun to carry rice, and check the warehouses, and then distribute them one by one in accordance with regulations. More than 30,000 people are distributed.
It is divided into two classes. It does not intermittently do it for twelve hours a day. No one accepts the work money sent by An Jiajun. Everyone said that if you collect the money of An Jiajun of the Renyi Division, you will lose your conscience.
personal."
After listening to these sincere and simple words, the reporters were deeply moved one by one. When they turned to find Anyi, they found that he had walked to the door of the warehouse more than 30 meters away on the left.
The middle -aged man with glasses talked, the middle -aged man had only one left arm, and the empty right sleeve tube fluttered in the wind.
German reporters curiously asked about the identity of the one -armed man.
"The man was called Du Chuyu. He was an arithmetic teacher at Nanyang Middle School. His arm was cut off by a regiment of the Northwest Army a month ago because of his rich family.
Some food for a few foods who live in his house, but those soldiers did not have any room for discussing, and beat Mr. Du and his wife and daughter who protected the food, snatched all the food, and even the little valuable thing in the family was
It was also snatching. Later, things were big. More than a thousand teachers and students in the school raised a slogan to protest on the streets.
Fighting, four students died on the spot. A beautiful girl was dragged into the alley to tear her clothes.
After cutting off Mr. Du's right arm, Mr. Du still rushed to his students, keeping the innocence of the female student, but he almost lost his blood too much.
After An Jiajun entered Nanyang, I heard that this situation immediately rushed to Mr. Du's house. Mr. Du, who was dying of wounds, rescued him. General An came to visit him himself.
Entering the captain of the captive camp, the leader of the violence, deputy deputy, immediately announced the guilt, ordered the gendarmerie law enforcement team to cut off the head of the two big guys, revenge and hate the dead students.
After Mr. Du can get up and walk around, he comes here every day, saying that he has nothing to count, and he will only count the help.
Seeing it clearly, even the warlords like Feng Da Shuai even shouted loudly and could not be separated from the essence of reaction. Only the army such as Anjiajun was the real people's army, and the revolutionary army of protecting the family for the people! "
The reporters sighed and scrambled to interview Mr. Du, but Mr. Du had no time to interview. He pointed at the old and fellows of the long line outside and told the reporters politely:
"If you really want to listen to the people's livelihood and observe the public opinion, you will interview the sad people outside. You will find that many people walk from the western Henan, northern Henan, and southern Shaanxi day and night from hundreds of miles away.
Just to carry dozens of pounds of meters and go back to save a family of old and younger schools. No one knows how many people on the way to come because of hunger and illness. The relatives who are waiting to be fed are hungry because of their death ... They experience
The suffering is definitely not under my Du, go! Go to listen to the real voice of the people, you will know what is justice, what is fair, and why this war is so unpopular.
The love and respect of the people. "
The reporters were so indifferent. German reporters asked politely. They asked two questions and took a photo with Mr. Du. They caught up with An Yi and whispered around him:
"General, Mr. Du said to me, you and your army are the hope of China."
An Yi stopped the step and shook his head slightly: "Mr. Frank, I can't be this kind of praise. As a soldier, I am extremely heavy.
Not to mention that everyone asked my democracy and human rights last night, but to change this situation, my soldiers and I can only choose war, just like what you see. As long as you defeat the Northwest Army, these foods can be
Send to the disaster areas in the Northwest, and tens of thousands of people do not have to go to carry food so far. It is very likely that because of getting a little help to survive, I will stand up and build a home for the most difficult years.
Visit more, support our army and people at the height of humanitarianism. As long as you defeat the separatist warlords and end the war, China will have hope that the people will see the dawn of life. "
"Thank you General's trust, I will do this, I want to see everything I hear, tell the German people, tell the world!"