Chapter 189 Past Events

It was not yet seven in the morning, and Shen Tinglan was so stiff from sleeping that he turned around uncomfortably.

But I found a big hand in front of X.

She was silent for a moment and didn't dare to move. The boss seemed to have come back very late last night, and she couldn't remember the exact time.

My body felt a little numb as I lay on my side. After trying to hold on for a few minutes, I couldn't stand the pain in my arms anymore and slowly moved my body.

Lin Zhizhou was sleeping very soundly, and she didn't wake up until she was about to leave his hot embrace.

Just a little bit more, Shen Tinglan had freed up all his hands and feet, except for that hand.

Just as he was about to gently pull it open, the person lying on the bed squeezed it hard. Lin Zhizhou closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Awake."

Seeing that the person was awake, Shen Tinglan turned over directly, facing each other, and finally turned the other side of the numbness over.

Facing Lin Zhizhou, "Wake up, wake up, you were sleeping for a while."

The big boss opened his eyes and glanced at her, then closed them again. He stretched out his long arms and hugged her to his chest, "Stay with me."

Shen Tinglan's head just touched his chin, and he said in a low voice: "Okay."

Another hour passed in this sleep.

Shen Tinglan was awakened by the rough beard. He reached out to push it away, but was held down by a palm.

Her voice was lazy: "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry." The man spoke with mixed words.

Shen Tinglan's fingertips fell into his short black hair, and she said shyly: "Shameless."

Lin Zhizhou looked up, his dark eyes fixed on her, his eyes eager to move, "Let me see if it's still swollen?"

Shen Tinglan pushed the person away and crawled to the bed with his hands and feet, shouting: "No."

The next second the big boss retrieved it without saying a word.

"The swelling has gone down, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Lin Zhizhou asked seriously.

Shen Tinglan covered his head with the quilt and said in a muffled voice: “No, go away.”

Lin Zhizhou held her ankles with his palms and rubbed them: "If you don't have it, you can't leave."

Shen Tinglan threw back the quilt and sat up suddenly, her feet tucked back into her sitting position. "You're crazy! You came back so late last night and you still have to go to work. Where do you get all the energy?"

Lin Zhizhou brought the person over, sat on his waist, kissed him and said, "Maybe it was stored in the past."

Chen Tinglan stared with her almond-shaped eyes, very curious, and turned her head away: "This thing can still be preserved, why am I so unconvinced?"

While she was talking, Lin Zhizhou lifted her hand and lifted her skirt from the bottom to the top.

The smooth and delicate back made the big boss bite her and kiss her eagerly.

He carried her downstairs, his eyes full of affection as he spoke softly, "I'll make up for the four years of Yun Province."

Shen Tinglan was kissed so hard that she couldn't speak, her eyes were red, who wanted him to make up for it?

At the same time, he responded to him enthusiastically, shouting: "Secretary Lin... Secretary Lin...", but the beard grown from staying up late was too prickly.

She avoided the kiss and opened her mouth to bite his chin, "If your beard pricks me, then I'll bite you."

Lin Zhizhou's heart was shaken by her shouting, and he laughed softly, "Bite harder, your strength is a bit light, it's like tickling."

The low laugh in his throat made Shen Tinglan's scalp tighten, and he bit down with more force, not only biting his chin, but also biting all the way to his round and protruding Adam's apple, and biting even harder.

She bit her Adam's apple hard, and Lin Zhizhou groaned. The next second, her messy long hair was blown by the wind.

The big boss whispered seductively: "Good boy, you're really good at biting."

These words made Shen Tinglan's mind completely out of control at this moment. Her eyes fell on the ceiling of the room for a while, and then on his extremely handsome face.

She just felt dizzy, Shen Tinglan wanted to grab but couldn't, Lin Zhizhou squeezed her hand, and she went to kiss his warm lips.

Their lips touched, and she felt as if she was burning with him.

He kissed her back: "Sui Sui, what did you call me?"

Shen Tinglan shook her head, her red lips opening and closing: "Secretary Lin... Secretary Lin... "

Her voice was soft and floating, which made the big leader infatuated. He leaned over and blocked her lips.

The temples whimpered: "Jiaojiao'er, do you want to kill me? I will give my life to you, okay..."

Chen Tinglan's half-closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pink corners of her eyes danced.

Who wants your life? We only want you, Secretary Lin.

*

Kyoto Linyuan old house.

Lin Lixiong has been uneasy since he saw the black and white photo yesterday, and he couldn't sleep all night last night.

There is still no news about the detailed information that Secretary Huo Jiusi was asked to investigate.

In a low-key and simple Chinese-style study, Lin Lixiong sat at his desk. The desk was large and heavy, made of a dark brown and delicate material. It was the classic Hainan Huanghuali, also known as Dalbergia odorifera, and was expensive.

If you don’t understand this, you really can’t tell it and just think it’s an ordinary dark wooden table.

Lin Lixiong held an object in his hand and looked down at it carefully. It was a piece of cloth whose color could no longer be seen, with the word "Chuan" neatly embroidered on it.

The old man's healthy, slightly wrinkled face recalled the past, and there was a hint of moisture under his deep eye sockets.

He was five or six years old at the time, I can't remember.

The Q-Hua R Army officially surrendered, and his father had to lead some local troops to rush to the capital in advance. His mother was a Red Army nurse and died in the war two years ago. Since then, he has been following the logistics troops and rarely meets his father.

As the commander of the Central Y Army, my father participated in battles of all sizes, and he also traveled to different battlefields with the logistics troops and met different local troops.

Most of the time, the two armies would just look at each other from a distance and greet each other by raising their hats. A small part of the time, everyone would stop to rest and settle down, and the logistics soldiers would sometimes go to exchange food.

In 1945, the Japanese army officially surrendered, and the fourteen-year-long War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression officially ended. The Red Army across the country were overjoyed.

When we met a logistics unit again, everyone's faces were filled with smiles they had never seen before. The formal surrender of the Japanese army made everyone relax their guard. Everyone chatted together, talked about their hometowns, and thought about their wives and children at home.

Most of the logistics soldiers were Red Army soldiers who had been injured in the front-line battles. Some were missing limbs, some were one-eyed, some had both ears missing, and some had half of their shoulders cut off by artillery shells.

A group of people were crying and laughing. After fourteen years of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, they were lucky to be alive. They could go home, but their fathers, brothers, sisters and comrades who had fought with them through thick and thin could not go back. Their bodies were broken into pieces and no one knew where they fell. Their heroic souls were lost in a strange land that did not belong to their homeland.

One general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers, and fallen leaves drift in the wind with no end in sight.

In this situation, the deep sorrow overwhelmed the joy of victory. Everyone cried silently, and every strong man knelt on the ground and wailed.

The living suffer far more pain and pain than the martyrs who died on the battlefield, and the psychological trauma left by the war torments the healthy people all the time.

All that came into my dreams at midnight were the bodies of my former comrades and compatriots, torn into pieces by gunfire and shrapnel.

Bloody faces and broken bodies chased them and asked.

Where am I?

I want to go home?

Is Dad here to pick me up?

Do I miss my mom?

Hey, did you know my kid can call daddy?

The wife at home must be missing him, right?

I would have no regrets if I could eat a bowl of glutinous rice balls noodles cooked by my mother.