The door slowly opened, Shen Fengdao nodded slightly to Feng Jieyun beside him, closed the door and walked to the room next door where Xu Tingyao and others were staying.
An Yi stood up from the sofa, took two steps forward, and couldn't help but stop slowly, staring at Feng Jieyun, who was wearing a flowing white dress and a neat bun. She was dumbfounded. Under the warm and soft golden light, her face was absolutely beautiful. Feng Jieyun, whose skin is as good as snow, leans against the door, her slim body trembling, her exquisite and plump breasts rising and falling, looking extremely excited, her beautiful eyes full of tears, and her touching red lips opening and closing, murmuring silently , even if there are thousands of words, under the impact of huge joy and complicated emotions, I can't say even a single word.
A burst of familiar and illusory fragrance filled his heart. An Yi suppressed his excitement, smiled, walked to the shaky Feng Jieyun, stretched out his warm hands, held her trembling arms, and was about to She took off the handbag from her arms, and Feng Jieyun's delicate body fell into An Yi's arms. Feng Jieyun, who could no longer help herself, hugged An Yi's neck tightly and cried uncontrollably.
For a long time, An Yi, who was hiding his passion and blushing, slowly lowered his head and gently wiped away the tears on Feng Jieyun's broken cheeks with his slender fingers. The beauty in his arms meekly raised her pretty face, closed her eyes tightly, and looked exquisite. The wings of her nose were slightly inflamed, and her seductive lips were trembling, trying to complain. The hot and heart-warming orchid breath enveloped An Yi. An Yi felt dizzy, her blood boiled, and she lowered her head uncontrollably. , put the same hot lips against Feng Jieyun's trembling red lips.
The moment the four lips met, the air froze, and time and space stopped for an instant. Then a moan sounded, and a thirsty kiss replaced all the confiding and comfort.
The warm light is still quietly spreading the golden halo to all directions. Feng Jieyun's graceful body is still tightly attached to An Yi's strong body. The soft goose down quilt slides to her slender waist like white jade, loose and beautiful. Her hair quietly covered An Yi's neck and bare shoulders, and her red face was still close to An Yi's heart, as if she was still feeling the passionate beating of that strong heart and listening to the silent conversations and longings of her heart.
"Are you tired?"
An Yi stretched out his hand to gently comb her hair, then slowly stopped and stroked her smooth back.
Feng Jieyun hugged An Yi's waist tightly with her hands again, slowly exhaled a fragrant breath, kissed An Yi's chest, raised her pretty face with still tears, shook her head slightly, and stared at it in a daze. An Yi's gentle eyes couldn't help but take out a hand and caress the scar on An Yi's shoulder with pity:
"The news came at the beginning of the year that your old injury had recurred... I was so confused that I almost went back regardless of everything... I didn't pay attention that time, and I didn't know you had so many scars on your body... I..."
"I can't cry anymore, my eyes will swell if I cry anymore..."
An Yi smiled and wiped away her tears that overflowed again. Suddenly he remembered what she had just said, and his retracted finger stopped in mid-air: "That time? Yun'er, when did you see the scars on my body?"
Feng Jieyun closed her eyes and shook her head in pain. She slowly sat up while holding An Yi's chest, pulled the silk quilt around her naked body, got out of bed with difficulty and shook a few times before standing still. She took a few steps and slowly squatted down. Next, he picked up the small bag among the messy clothes and long skirts on the floor, opened the bag, took out a beautifully embroidered brocade bag, returned to An Yi and sat on the edge of the bed, gently pressing the button that wanted to sit up. An Yi, with slightly trembling hands, opened the golden tassel of the brocade bag, pulled out a neatly folded white cloth and handed it to An Yi:
"Brother Yi, this is what Yun'er has always treasured and has been carrying with him since Nanchang..."
When Feng Jieyun said this, she could no longer control the grievances in her heart and the torment of longing that had accumulated for several years. She sobbed silently on An Yi's body, tears welling up in her eyes.
An Yi hurriedly hugged her and comforted her. After a while, he carefully looked at the ordinary cloth ball in his hand. After thinking about it, he carefully opened it. A circular pattern with faded red plums scattered in it was displayed in front of An Yi. It had been battle-tested for a long time.
An Yi could tell at a glance what the pattern was painted on. After looking at it for a moment, he felt that this ordinary round white cloth was so familiar. He touched the petals and slightly loose edges on it with his hands and picked up his arms.
Zhongjiao sat up and leaned on the bed: "Yun'er, this is..."
Feng Jieyun leaned on An Yi's shoulder, closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Yun'er cut the sheet with his own hands... The night you left Nanchang, you drank a lot. In order to cut this sheet, Yun'er
It took me a long time to move you... You are so heavy and you sleep so deeply that Yun'er can't bear to wake you up..."
An Yi's hand stiffened, and he stared at the slightly fluttering cloth in his hand in shock. He finally slowly recalled the wonderful dreamlike poetry that often came to his mind, and finally remembered that the picture where he was angry with Xu Yichen appeared.
The new sheets with round holes, finally understood why Gu Changfeng always laughed at himself for being sanctimonious... An Yi stared at Feng Jieyun's beautiful and flawless face with his eyes closed, and felt his heart beating like thunder.
, the blood rushed to my forehead, I took a deep breath of the familiar and seductive breath, and suddenly I felt like I was back in that warm and lingering but hazy dreamland again.
An Yi's breathing was rapid and his chest heaved. He gently put the token in his hand on the pillow, hugged Feng Jieyun and slowly slid down, lying on the bed again, kissing her lovingly for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "Why don't you tell me?
I always thought it was an erotic dream..."
Feng Jieyun buried his head deeply in An Yi's arms: "How should I put it... Yun'er doesn't know what to do..."
An Yi suddenly hugged Feng Jieyun, put her on top of him, stretched out his hands, and gently held up her beautiful face: "Marry me, okay?"
Feng Jieyun was stunned, staring blankly at An Yi, suddenly threw herself on An Yi, hugged his neck tightly and cried loudly: "Yun'er is so happy... Brother Yi, with your words, Yun'er will be satisfied even if he dies now...
…”
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's time to be happy. When I get back, I will go to your parents and your grandfather, propose to them, and ask them to marry you to me. You will never leave me in this life. From now on... No!
From that night in Old Nanchang, you are my An Yi!"
After An Yi finished speaking, he turned over again, domineeringly pressing the delicate Feng Jieyun under him, and kissed her passionately and crazily, from her hair to her smooth forehead, from her slender willow eyebrows to her eyes full of happy tears, from
Her straight and delicate nose and her passionate little mouth moving like a baby, from her swan-like beautiful neck to every inch of her body's suet-like skin.
Feng Jieyun, who was immersed in a huge sense of happiness, felt like a boat drifting with the current in the sea of love. Sometimes she soared excitedly, and sometimes she was wrapped in a huge heat wave. She could no longer control the roaring emotions in her body, and she hugged An Yi tightly.
Their bodies were clumsily catering to each other with murmurs in sleep, not knowing that the unconscious gasps and moans were like the sound of nature, pushing each other's love higher and higher, just like the raging waves of the vast ocean drowning everything again and again...
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The autumn sun rises in the east, and the sunlight shines through the milky white gauze curtains, reflecting on the two tired bodies embracing each other. The sweet and sound sleep continues, the happy smile still hangs on the slightly raised corners of the beauty's mouth, and the strong big hands still stay on the dark On their long hair, the two people who finally found their own life are so happy and satisfied. It seems that everything has lost their appeal to them. Only the sweet solitude of hugging each other tightly is their world.
Shen Fengdao stood alone on the balcony at the end of the corridor, smoking silently and watching the convoy carrying the inspection team drive to the military port. He didn't care about the casual visit. He only cared about his brother, his leader An Yi.
For some reason, Shen Fengdao suddenly thought of Gong Qian who was far away in Nanjing. He felt that the dignified and beautiful Gong Qian's natural temperament was very similar to the one he once loved, and at the same time, the peerless beauty of his deceased lover. The gentleness and gentleness can be reflected in Feng Jieyun. This feeling makes Shen Fengdao unknowingly respect Gong Qian and Feng Jieyun very much and have a deep affection for them. On the contrary, the rich and beautiful Ou Chuer seems not to give Shen Fengdao a lot of respect. Feng Dao has too many impressions. What he cares about now is how An Yi will deal with his emotions. What he cares about is whether the wise and diligent An Yi will have any influence on the career he is fighting for because of this night's lingering. Lazy.
"despair--"
There was a crisp snap of fingers.
Shen Fengdao turned his back to the corridor. He knew without looking back that this was An Yi greeting him. Shen Fengdao smiled slightly, threw the cigarette butt into the marble-carved floor-standing ashtray, straightened his clothes, and turned to walk towards his and An Yi's room. , went in and took a quick look, and found that everything was neatly tidied up. Feng Jieyun, who was so beautiful that she could not bear to be blasphemed, was silently brewing black tea. There were a few fine grains of hair on the tips of her neatly combed hair. The calm smile on his rosy face could not hide the slightest hint of shyness.
"Let's have a cup of tea...are they going to visit the shipyard?" An Yi lit a cigarette, took the teacup from Feng Jieyun, and gently placed it on the other side of the coffee table.
"Just left for half an hour."
Shen Fengdao sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "The British Navy is holding a cocktail party tonight, will you go?"
An Yi shook his head: "I won't go. Let's go for a walk by the Thames River together later. It's been so long since I've been in London and I haven't experienced it yet. I made an appointment with Brother Hu Jiyang to have a meal together in the evening and take care of what needs to be done. The matter has been dealt with clearly, and other matters can be discussed after Zhang Xi and Brother Lin arrive the day after tomorrow. There is no rush.
It looks like they won't be able to leave for at least seven or eight days. The negotiation for the purchase of two destroyers and aircraft alone will probably take the people from the Admiralty and Aviation Administration for a week. Not only do they have to visit shipyards and aircraft factories, but they also have to observe the British Navy. With the Air Force’s performance, it would be great to be able to leave for Italy within ten days, let alone the United States.”
Shen Fengdao looked at his watch: "Go out now?"
"Okay, this season is probably the best in London. The temperature is not high and the climate is suitable. It will start to get cold in another month. Let's go down and eat something. I'm hungry."
An Yi stood up, walked to Feng Jieyun and gently held her hand, brought her to the front of Shen Fengdao, smiled and said: "Old Shen, after I go back, I will go to Mr. Feng's house to propose marriage. Jieyun will graduate next year and wait for her. We will get married when we return to China. What do you think?"
Shen Fengdao was slightly surprised, and stood up politely and smiled at Feng Jieyun, who was so embarrassed that he buried his head behind An Yi's arm: "Congratulations! I think you two are a good match, but you have to say hello to my uncle first, otherwise he will be surprised. "
An Yi smiled heartily: "Of course, I want Uncle Dao to go with me to Feng's house to propose marriage! Let's go, we have a good walk around London today, Yun'er will be our tour guide, haha... By the way, what day is it today? What’s your call, Old Shen?”
"September 18th, I'm really not used to this British time. It's seven hours later than where we are. I'm afraid it's already four o'clock in the afternoon in China." Shen Fengdao said with a smile.
An Yi nodded, helped Feng Jieyun pick up his handbag and went out together. The moment he walked out of the room, he asked, "September 18th?" An Yi suddenly remembered something but couldn't be sure. He lowered his head and thought deeply.
Feng Jieyun asked him with concern what he was thinking about. An Yi came back to his senses and shrugged and replied that he was homesick. He took Feng Jieyun's hand and walked a few steps. He shook his head heavily and seemed to throw all the unhappiness behind his head before getting intimate. He asked Feng Jieyun in a low voice if he was tired...