Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Do you still remember that you are a materialist...
Lu Chongfeng: “?”
Three parts question marks, seven parts confusion, he looked at Liang Xin in bewilderment.
Suddenly, he stood up and said, "No!"
"Why is it not working again? I just did what you said." Liang Xin said slowly, "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Aren't you a gentleman?"
Lu Chongfeng: “….”
"Aren't you going to be the head of a military region, a commander, or the highest military commander in the future?"
Liang Xin picked up the soup spoon, opened the rice pot, and scooped out the excess rice soup. "Can the commander's order be changed casually?"
Lu Chongfeng: “…”
Liang Xin held the rice soup, blew on it, raised her eyes to look at his face, "Unhappy?"
“Not happy.”
Lu Chongfeng looked at Liang Xin with hope.
Seeing Liang Xin nodded, he opened his mouth, and the next second Liang Xin said:
"Hurry up and eat, it will be dark soon."
Lu Chongfeng: “…”
Lu Chongfeng's eyes were covered with a layer of mist by the smoke, and he looked very pitiful. "Today is our wedding night. I have been preparing for it for a whole day."
Liang Xin sighed, "To cooperate with you, my sacrifice is nothing."
Lu Chongfeng gritted his teeth: "...Okay, as long as you are happy, anything is fine."
Seven or eight years is impossible.
One day at most.
No, at most we can play until dark!
The braised meat in the big pot was ready. Lu Chongfeng picked up all the meat with chopsticks and put it into an enamel basin. He brought it to the table by the kitchen window, waited for it to cool down a little, and then sliced it and put it on a plate.
Liang Xin took out the firewood from the stove, extinguished it, and turned to low heat to cook rice.
After the two pieces of firewood in the stove were burned out, the rice was almost ready and there was no need for anyone to watch the fire anymore. Liang Xin stood up and clapped her hands, picked up the thermos on the long table, and prepared to pour water into the enamel basin on the basin rack at the door to wash her hands.
Lu Chongfeng suddenly took the kettle from her hand and inevitably touched her fingers.
Liang Xin looked up at him.
"What's wrong? Can't we hold hands?" Lu Chongfeng poured hot water into the basin, added a bucket of cold water, and put the towel in, "Wash."
Liang Xin didn't say anything. She walked over, put her hands in the basin, applied soap, washed the dust off her hands, wrung out the towel, and wiped her face.
As soon as she took off the towel, she looked at Lu Chongfeng who was staring at her, "...What are you doing?"
Lu Chongfeng smiled and said, "It depends on the person."
Liang Xin: “….”
I hung the towel on the basin rack and walked next door to look at the narrow room.
When she saw that the narrow room was locked, she turned around to ask Lu Chongfeng for the key, but saw him wiping his face with the towel she had just used. After wiping his face, he wiped each of his fingers again.
"You don't have a towel?"
"This is my towel."
Liang Xin: “…”
Lu Chongfeng looked at Liang Xin's back as she turned and left after a moment of embarrassment, and raised the corners of his lips.
Falling in love seems quite interesting!
He likes it!
Lu Chongfeng carried a plate of sliced braised large intestines, pork heads, pig ears and a dipping sauce made of sesame oil, chili vinegar, walked through the corridor and put it on the table in the long hall. He looked for Liang Xin and found her packing her luggage in the study.
"Eat, subject."
Liang Xin walked to the door with a stack of red paper and a pair of scissors, and looked at the person who was deliberately blocking the door, "Step back."
Lu Chongfeng took two steps back.
Liang Xin wiped his clothes and walked out of the study, "Keep your distance during the free love period."
"I know. The most I can do is hold your hand."
Lu Chongfeng went to the kitchen again and placed the braised tofu, braised eggs, bacon, two plates of braised fish, a plate of frosted greens, and two bowls of rice on the table.
Liang Xin picked up a fish and placed it on the cabinet in the living room, saving it for tomorrow's meal so that there would be surplus every year.
"I'll go heat up the dumplings that Deputy Battalion Commander Lei from next door sent me." When Lu Chongfeng left, he saw a stack of red paper on the coffee table. "Do you want to write Spring Festival couplets? If you want to write, remember to only write Chairman Mao's quotations."
"Cut window paper-cuts."
Liang Xin didn't wait for him to speak and said, "Use red paper to cut window decorations with revolutionary themes."
"The picture book you bought is in the box. I'll go to Corey to find some newspapers later. You can refer to the patterns."
Lu Chongfeng quickly heated up the dumplings and brought them to the table. The square table was filled with no space at all, giving it a full flavor of the New Year.
Liang Xin sat on the brand new chair and watched him open two bottles of Arctic Ocean soda. "Cold."
Lu Chongfeng looked up at the long window, put down the soda, walked over and closed the window, "Are you feeling better?"
Liang Xin: "...eat it."
Lu Chongfeng handed the soda to Liang Xin and said, "Let's drink the soda as wine and celebrate the New Year with our family."
Liang Xin picked up the soda bottle and clinked glasses with him, took a sip of the cold water, and quickly picked up a hot dumpling to eat. After biting half of it, she saw that it was filled with celery and pork. Then she looked at the bowl and saw that there were still seven or eight dumplings. "We also have to send something to Deputy Battalion Commander Lei's house next door."
Lu Chongfeng picked up the dumpling and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. He chewed it and tasted the meat. He understood what Liang Xin meant. "What do you want to give me?"
"Where are Deputy Battalion Commander Lei and his family from?"
"Deputy Battalion Commander Lei is from the Northeast, and his family members don't seem to be from the same place as him."
Liang Xin thought of the woman squatting by the river with a mallet in her hand, "Do they have any children?"
"Two sons and one daughter."
"Prepare some candies and send them over tomorrow, the first day of the new year." Liang Xin looked at the red paper beside the coffee table, "And send some window decorations."
For the first time, Lu Chongfeng felt like he was living with Liang Xin. "You have the final say."
Liang Xin had the same feeling. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, picked up a piece of pig's ear, dipped it in chili vinegar, put it in her mouth, and chewed it with a "crunch crunch" sound.
“Is it delicious?”
“It’s really delicious.”
Lu Chongfeng smiled as he watched Liang Xin's cheeks bulge. He then picked up a large piece of pork, dipped it in chili vinegar and put it into his mouth.
"Is Section Chief Lu home?"
The brass ring knocked on the door, making a sound.
Liang Xin turned around, "Who?"
“I can’t tell.”
Lu Chongfeng put down his chopsticks, picked up the blue checkered handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and strode out.
Wang Hong, a reporter at the base, was standing at the door carrying two red enamel basins. When he saw Liang Xin in the hall, his eyes lit up and he said, "Comrade Liang Xin, happy New Year's Eve."
Lu Chongfeng blocked his view and said, "Why are you running here from the base instead of having New Year's Eve dinner at home on New Year's Eve?"
Reporter Wang Hong mentioned two enamel basins with peonies and a big red wedding character, "Chief Lu, I heard you just got married, so I came here to wish you a happy wedding."
"It's a typical thing. After the New Year, the base leaders will hold a standing committee meeting to specifically study and discuss Liang Xin's rescue."
Lu Chongfeng put his hands on the door and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to take two enamel basins to go through the back door?"
Reporter Wang Hong: “…”
I have never seen such a direct cadre.
"It's not a backdoor. I just developed the photos I took that day and sent them to Comrade Liang Xin. It's Chinese New Year and you're newlyweds. I can't just show up empty-handed. Besides, there's no such thing as a backdoor. Bringing two enamel basins to your house means the leader will kick me out."
"Put the things outside." Lu Chongfeng turned sideways, "Come in."
"Oh good!"
Reporter Wang Hong immediately leaned the enamel basin against the wall and walked in quickly with a green messenger bag on his back. "You guys...are you already having dinner? I'm so sorry, I came at the wrong time."
The moment someone walked in, Liang Xin stood up, poured a cup of hot tea and placed it on the coffee table, "Please sit down."
"No, no."
Reporter Wang Hong did not sit on the sofa, but directly pulled out a chair next to the square table and sat down. "Chief Lu, Comrade Liang Xin, you guys eat, I'll just sit next to you, we can eat and chat. Oh, and the photos."
Reporter Wang Hong opened his satchel, took out a cowhide envelope, and handed it to Liang Xin. "Comrade Liang Xin, I am Wang Hong, a news reporter at the base. I am responsible for recording the story of the 11th Division's relocation. That day, I happened to be the first to take photos of you diving into the water to rescue people and then pulling them out. Comrade Liang Xin, you are truly brave and fearless. You are as brave as any man. You are a great hero!"
Liang Xin looked carefully at the news reporter in front of her and suddenly smiled.
Reporter Wang Hong thought his flattery had worked, and immediately pointed at the photo and said, "Comrade Liang Xin, look, you'll know that I'm speaking from the heart."
Liang Xin opened the manila envelope, and the first photo was of her pointing at the unconscious Yang Tao. The black and white photo didn't reveal many details, but from the photo, she did look a bit like the heroes on the covers of revolutionary New Year pictures and comic books.
Reporter Wang Hong was observing Liang Xin all the time. When such photos were handed to the base commander, the base commander was so satisfied that he couldn't let go of them.
Just like Section Chief Lu at this moment.
But the person in the photo doesn't seem to be very interested.
There was a smile on her face, but it seemed that the smile was directed at him.
Reporter Wang Hong scratched his head and asked, "Comrade Liang Xin, do I look funny?"
Lu Zewei: “Yes.”
"No." Liang Xin said, "I just think you've worked hard. It's almost dark, and you've come all the way here to work overtime."
"I really want to interview Comrade Liang Xin as soon as possible."
Reporter Wang Hong explained his purpose, took out his notebook, thought for a moment and closed it, then stood up and said, "I came at a bad time today. I didn't expect you to eat so early. I'll come again tomorrow."
Before Liang Xin could say anything, Lu Zewei put the photo into his military uniform pocket and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? You are the only reporter at the scene, and you are the first person to take photos of the scene. After the base's standing committee meeting, you will definitely be the organization's penman."
"I know that, but..."
Reporter Wang Hong said embarrassedly, "The base is preparing to hold a standing committee meeting to study Comrade Liang Xin's rescue. This is obviously aimed at setting up a great example for the entire base, or even the entire military region. By the time the meeting is over, there will be so many writers in the base, division headquarters, and regiment headquarters. I am a reporter who has just been promoted, and I am afraid that I cannot become the main writer."
"You are quite frank."
Lu Zewei sat back in his previous position, "So do you think that if you come to our house on New Year's Eve, interview my family members first, and write the first article, the base will let you become the chief writer?"
Reporter Wang Hong was stunned.
Although Lu Zewei sat down, he did not pick up the chopsticks. "You pen-wielders, your writing is stupid."
Reporter Wang Hong figured it out immediately after being reminded by Lu Chongfeng.
His face turned pale.
"Luckily you took two enamel basins. If you really took other gifts today," Lu Chongfeng snorted, "you wouldn't even be qualified to hold a pen. You'd be lucky to return to the company as a soldier."
"You are a good young man, there is plenty of time." Liang Xin comforted him, "There is no need to rush."
"Yes, I am confused."
Reporter Wang Hong saluted Lu Chongfeng and said, "Thank you, Chief Lu, for your advice. I understand."
Liang Xin sent the person away, looked at the young man's back, and smiled again.
A familiar, resentful voice came from the hall: "What are you laughing at?"
“Be more positive, work harder, and be more positive.”
Liang Xin closed the door and looked back at Lu Zewei who was sitting at the head seat of the square table. "Would you like some drinks?"
Lu Zewei glanced at the red paper on the coffee table and asked, "Aren't you going to cut paper-cuts for the windows?"
Forgot.
Liang Xin walked over and sat down, "Then I won't drink."
Lu Zewei suddenly recalled the aroma of wine, and his lips became dry. "I'll go to the service center and buy you a bottle of wine."
"No more."
Liang Xin stopped the person who was about to stand up and said, "We need to cut paper-cuts for the windows later. We have other things to do in the evening."
Lu Chongfeng sat back with a slight disappointment, picked up a piece of fish and put it in Liang Xin's bowl.
Liang Xin ate a lot at the New Year's Eve dinner.
While taking a walk in the backyard to digest the food, I have already started planning the layout of the backyard in my mind.
In the middle, some bricks and stones were used to build a path leading from the room to the backyard door. The land on the right was divided into a vegetable garden, and vegetables were planted in the spring.
The land on the left side must be left empty, used for drying clothes and quilts, drinking tea and basking in the sun.
A narrow house, prepared to be turned into an indoor bathroom.
After washing the dishes, Lu Chongfeng walked out of the kitchen, subconsciously walked to Liang Xin, and stretched out his hand.
Liang Xin took a few steps back and said, "It's getting dark. I have to go home."
Lu Chongfeng: “…”
"Where are you going home to?"
Liang Xin pointed to the new room where the bed was made, "That's my home, and the study is your home."
Lu Chongfeng: "...I don't have a bed at home. I'd like to borrow your bed for one night."
"Go to the office and move a camp bed."
"...Don't."
Liang Xin turned and walked into the long hall. When she heard the wailing behind her, she held back her laughter.
Seeing that Liang Xin was really about to enter the room, Lu Chongfeng rushed over and stretched out his arm across the doorway, "The window paper-cuts haven't been cut yet. Cut the paper-cuts. We have to send them to Deputy Battalion Commander Lei's house next door tomorrow morning."
Liang Xin looked at the sky.
"It's dusk, but not completely dark yet."
Lu Chongfeng blocked the door of Liang Xin's house and said in a shameless tone, "Today is New Year's Eve. We have to stay up all night and cannot go to bed early."
Liang Xin tilted her head in consideration.
Lu Chongfeng stretched out a finger and pushed Liang Xin's shoulder. "You go sit on the sofa. I'll go to the kitchen to get the honeycomb coal stove, boil a kettle of water, and make a cup of green tea. You cut the paper-cuts, and I'll learn how to cut from you, how about that?"
"Go ahead."
Liang Xin waved her shoulders and said, "If you keep touching me, I won't talk to you anymore."
Lu Chongfeng: "...I just moved a finger!"
Liang Xin turned around and left.
Lu Chongfeng followed and saw Liang Xin sitting on the sofa. He immediately turned around and quickly went to the kitchen to bring over the honeycomb coal stove, unsealed the door, turned around to find the enamel teacup in the cupboard, took out the tea leaves and put them in.
He had originally agreed to go to the office to get the newspaper for Liang Xin, but Liang Xin just asked him to go to the office to move the camp bed.
Lu Chongfeng decided to pretend that he had never mentioned the newspaper before.
He went to the study, got a few picture books and handed them to Liang Xin.
"The characters in the books, such as Peasants Studying Mao's Selected Works, Studying Dazhai, and Lin Hai Xue Yuan, and Defending Yan'an, are all revolutionary themes, so there will be no problem in editing them out."
Lu Chongfeng added, "There are also water diving to fight drought and corn hoeing here, so there won't be any problems. By the way, do you need patterns and wax boards to cut window paper-cuts? I've seen a comrade do it before, and I remember he used a kerosene lamp to smoke the patterns. I'll go find the kerosene lamp."
Liang Xin looked up and glanced at the person who suddenly became very talkative and busy.
"You need newspaper to cover the smoked food, but there is no newspaper at home."
Lu Chongfeng: “….”
I do remember the look on my face when my comrades were fumigated, and the entire newspaper was smoked black.
Why didn’t I think of it just now!
"It's dark now, and the office doors are locked. I may not be able to get the newspaper. Otherwise, I'll go to Deputy Battalion Commander Lei's house next door to borrow a few."
"No, it's dark now, they might be having New Year's Eve dinner, don't disturb them."
Lu Chongfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
His family members are really the most understanding!
There's no need to take the newspaper.
There is no need to take the camp bed.
Lu Chongfeng pressed the tip of his tongue against his left cheek, held back his laughter, turned around and looked at Liang Xin, folded, turned and cut the red paper three times without any need for a sample, and carefully opened it. A big red wedding character appeared in front of him.
“So good at cutting?”
Lu Chongfeng walked over in surprise and picked up the beautifully crafted wedding character. "Just fold it like this, turn it around, and it will come out?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another "囍" character appeared on Liang Xin's hand, which stunned Lu Chongfeng.
"Do you still have the paste you used to paste the wedding characters during the day?"
"Yes, on the desk by the study window."
Liang Xin and Lu Chongfeng each held a window paper-cut with the word "囍" in it, dipped a chopstick in paste, carefully painted each stroke, picked up the protruding vertical hook at the top, walked to the long window, and pasted it on the designated spot.
The fire is slightly warm, a double happiness in the winter.
Liang Xin blew a few breaths at the window glass and drew a little man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a five-pointed star and a haughty expression.
Lu Chongfeng leaned over to the window and stared at the little man, "Who is this?"
"Dog."
"A dog wearing a military cap? A military dog?"
Liang Xin continued to sit back and cut paper-cuts. This time, she did not pick up the red paper and cut directly. Instead, she slowly drew on the red paper with a pencil.
Before Lu Chongfeng could see what was drawn on it, the red paper was folded up and cut bit by bit.
The kettle on the honeycomb coal stove began to emit white smoke.
Lu Chongfeng walked over, picked up the sealed door on the ground and closed it, then picked up the kettle and poured the water directly into the enamel teacup. After the tea was brewed, he covered the lid and let it sit for a while. When he was about to add the remaining water to the thermos, he suddenly put the kettle down again.
Liang Xin was cutting window paper-cuts carefully, and a basin of boiling hot water was brought to her feet.
"Foot soak."
Lu Chongfeng put the white towel on his shoulders on the armrest of the sofa, "Boiling water, without adding any cold water."
Liang Xin glanced at the enamel basin, then looked up at him: "Do you want to take a bath together?"
Lu Chongfeng was thinking about this: "...I'm not soaking in boiling water."
Without giving Liang Xin a chance to speak, he added, "At most, your soak is cold, so soak mine."
Liang Xin put on her cotton shoes and socks and tentatively dipped them in boiling water. The soles of her feet were instantly scalded red. She placed her feet on the edge of the enamel basin and picked up the window paper-cuts to continue cutting.
Just last night I kissed this pair of white, tender and soft feet, held them in my arms, and placed them on my shoulders... Tonight I can only look at them and I can't even touch them.
Lu Chongfeng tightened his lips and really wanted to slap himself on the forehead and mouth.
"look."
Liang Xin suddenly spoke.
Lu Chongfeng looked over and saw his slender white fingertips pinching a red military dog on the window. "...You can even cut this out? No, this is a person?"
The window paper-cut is much more delicate than the dog drawn by breathing out of the window. The eyes are eyes, the nose is a nose, and the mouth is a mouth.
Lu Chongfeng recognized me, "Is this me?"
"Military dog, right?"
Lu Chongfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, walked over, took the figurine, and looked at it in his palm, "You can draw me just by drawing casually?"
Is he so clear in Liang Xin's mind?
You must have seen him a lot!
Lu Chongfeng put the little man on the book, took the pencil, lowered his head and started to draw on the red paper.
After testing the hot water several times, Liang Xin immersed her feet in the water. An electric-like numbness spread from her calves to her entire body, as if every nerve was soothed. She leaned lazily into the simple sofa and let out a sigh.
Lu Chongfeng paused his pen and tilted his head to look at Liang Xin. Her black braids were slightly loose, sticking to her fair and rosy cheeks. Her eyebrows and eyes were flushed, and her expression was lazy. "Comfortable?"
"Um."
“Click.”
The pencil lead broke on the red paper. Fortunately, the tip of the pencil deviated from the face in the painting because of the person's movement, otherwise the person in the painting would have an extra mole.
Lu Chongfeng took a deep breath, threw away the pencil, and handed the drawn figure to Liang Xin.
Liang Xin took away the red paper and scissors in front of her and looked at the red paper.
She had two shoulder-length pigtails, a small face, and a timid expression.
“Have you ever learned sketching?”
Lu Chongfeng: "I won't draw like a dog!"
Liang Xin: “….”
Is it possible that my eyesight is bad?
"I'll cut the next one after I finish this one."
Lu Chongfeng picked up the scissors and said, "How do I cut it? I want to cut this one myself."
"You need to practice cutting without a model for at least three to five years." Liang Xin continued to cut the pattern in her hand, "Find a cardboard or an unused book, put the red paper on it, and use a pencil sharpener to carve it out."
Lu Chongfeng found the cardboard and picked up the knife to carve it, but then he paused.
He was reluctant to carve Liang Xin's face with a knife.
Liang Xin had just finished cutting a picture of a magpie on a branch and saw that he hadn't moved yet, so she sat up and saw that Lu Chongfeng was holding his own figurine and kissing her on the paper.
“…Lu Chongfeng!”
"Even a kiss on paper is not allowed?"
Lu Chongfeng looked at Liang Xin's embarrassed face and his Adam's apple rolled.
I feel extremely regretful.
Originally, they should be lying on the bed in the new house, doing what they should do on their wedding night and staying up all night.
result......
"I won't touch it anymore. I promise."
Liang Xin stretched out her hand: "Bring my little man here."
Lu Chongfeng handed it over reluctantly.
Liang Xin quickly cut out her own figurine, put it aside, and picked up a white towel to dry her feet.
"Not soaking anymore?"
"No more soaking."
"What are you doing?"
Lu Chongfeng took his little man and followed Liang Xin into the bridal chamber.
The window of the new house faces the backyard, so if you stick the figurines of the newlyweds on the window, they won’t be conspicuous.
The two of them carefully applied the paste and pasted the little figures on the wooden window glass.
The new house is complete.
Looking at the two red figures facing each other in the window, Lu Chongfeng raised the corners of his lips, very satisfied.
"Okay, go home." Liang Xin chased him away, "I want to go to bed."
Lu Chongfeng: “….”
The corners of his lips, which had just curled up, fell down in an instant.
"I declare that free love is over!"
“You have to finish what you start and not develop the bad habit of giving up halfway.”
Liang Xin ruthlessly kicked the man out of the room and gave him two quilts as a gift.
"I don't have a bed!"
"We're not married yet, how can you expect me to stick with you?"
The family members were too immersed in the play.
Lu Chongfeng's tongue coating was bitter.
Alone under the moon, Lu Chongfeng walked in the cold and dark night carrying a camp bed.
Liang Xin heard the door open while knitting without stopping. When she heard the sound of the camp bed falling to the ground, a smile appeared in her eyes. She gently pressed the black wool on the bamboo needle, adjusted the spacing, pulled the wool ball, hooked the wool on her index finger again, and continued to knit quickly while the needle and thread shuttled between her hands.
After weaving about four or five rows, there was a knock on the door.
Liang Xin picked up the ball of yarn and pulled the thread. "What's the matter?"
"Don't be afraid. Although this is an old house, people must have died there in the past when pirates were rampant, but they definitely didn't die in our house. Don't be afraid. There won't be ghosts in old houses."
Liang Xin: “….”
Do you remember that you are a materialist revolutionary fighter?
Liang Xin changed her words when the words came to her lips: "There may indeed be something fishy going on."
An excited voice immediately came from outside the door: "I'll go in and protect you. I'm a people's soldier!"
Liang Xin: "I am the ghost."
“.......”
There was no movement outside the door.
After a while, there was another knock on the door.
"I'll tell you a story. Are you asleep?"
"Go ahead."
"It is said that there is a beast called 'Nian' that only comes out on New Year's Eve to hurt people. It doesn't hurt those who are awake, but only those who are sleeping. That's why everyone stays up all night on New Year's Eve, praying for a peaceful night. For your safety, I decided not to sleep all night. If you let me in, I will sit on a stool and promise not to touch the bed."
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