Crane

As the night deepened, the festivities in the closed mansion continued, and fresh wine and dishes were frequently served, which was astonishingly rich.Seeing that Fu Jing and Wu Xuanyi were walking this way, the attendant hurriedly bowed to the corner, staring intently at the roast pig that was halfway left on the dinner plate, the grease had already condensed and was completely cooled, and did not dare to look up.

Fu Jing glanced at the large and fragrant dish, her two long eyebrows knit together unknowingly.

The war has not stopped, the bones of the soldiers are still cold, the ink stains on the newspapers are still dry, and the corrupt finance minister has just been sacked. The family of the newly appointed chief in the rear is already singing and dancing...

Perhaps, there should be no more expectations.

Fu Jing put away her disgust in silence, adjusted her mood, straightened her back and continued to walk forward.

Before leaving this wine pool and meat forest, he had to say hello to Director Wu, so as not to be rude.

Naturally, Wu Xuanyi also followed.

Wu Yongquan's eyes become very thin and small when he smiles. In addition to myopia, Fu Jing often suspects that he can't see everyone's face clearly, and can't remember everyone's appearance.

"It's rare for Miss Fu's family to show her love. Since sisters love each other deeply, so go if you don't want to give up."

In addition to the warm greeting at the meeting, as the end, without exception, it is always this smug and polite remark from Director Wu.

The hypocrisy is disgusting.

Fu Jing's apartment is in Beibei, not far from the security office and the air-raid shelter, facing the Jialing River. There is an old-fashioned phonograph on the bulky bed, and there are green pears on the silver plate.The mural on the wall is a copy of the "Picture of Hundred Pigeons" presented by the government as a national gift to the President of the United States. Because the chairman of the committee inscribed the four characters "Faith and Peace", it quickly became the favorite of young military officers.At that time, people were generally optimistic about the situation of the war. They never imagined that the battle that started in Central China would collapse thousands of miles, and it has not yet come to an end.

Stepping on the fine carpet with bare feet, Fu Jing had just lit the fireplace—the reason why she rented this apartment was because there were fireplaces left by foreigners—and was about to close the windows to prevent the draft from blowing too hard. up.She hooked/caught Fu Jingsuo/kissed, like a vine wrapped around a tree, with pleasing green leaves and branches tightening up bit by bit, greedily/grabbing/grabbing/grabbing/taking the other's clean and sweet fragrance.

She didn't ask who the disappearing lover was working hard for, but she only knew that her heart was already overflowing with thoughts.

The sheepskin coat whiter than milk fell on the simple landscape carpet, adding a soft snow peak to it, and then covered it with azure blue cheongsam, like a meandering underground river, constantly changing shadows beside the beating fire Shape, and then dark green military uniform, dark belt, and light blue shirt... The spring bed was newly replaced, and Fu Jing couldn't remember who sent it.

In fact, most of the British butter, American canned food, and Russian scarves in the closet are gifts from others. , politicians from all walks of life, etc., all came for the prominent forces behind them.Fu Jing never refuses. The rules of the Green Gang tell her to be kind and hospitable, and the official circles of the party and state also imply that she must flatter/welcome. The uncle who joined the army hopes that she can make a living like a fish in water... If you don't accept it yourself, you will give gifts. Not necessarily willing to be a money-spreading boy to help the poor people, it's better to exchange some real money and keep it. Nowadays, hands and feet are too clean and it's hard to explain.

A furnace of firewood burned more and more vigorously, and sweat dripped down Fu Jing's forehead, back and waist/limbs one after another.Wu Xuanyi's voice is slippery/greasy, and when she hugs her shoulders and lies to her ears, she will always make Fu Jing light/trembling, crispy and numb, with thin sweat coming out one after another, and she can't wipe it off.

Fu Jing especially likes this kind of intertwining/entanglement, the body made of water can always make her forget many troubles.Wu Xuanyi understands her without reservation, she will unreservedly offer her shy and hard-to-get charm, astringent and unadorned innocence, and hidden and undercurrent surging wildness, completely enveloping Fu Jing ...

In the past, Wu Xuanyi would never have said the words of temperance, but today she was a little hesitant. Fu Jing had a new wound on her right chest, a gunshot wound.The pink new flesh is clasped with necrotic tissue or is actually a bulge formed by bruises, which can easily be frightening.

I haven't shown up for a long time, probably because of this.

Wu Xuanyi didn't ask, but it didn't mean he didn't speculate. Marrying the director of the Central Committee as his concubine was more or less influenced by his ears and eyes.After a burst of dizzy tremors, she raised her hand to wipe off the hot sweat covering Fu Jing's entire back, and patted her hard-working lover like a kitten, signaling her to stop in moderation.

Fortunately, no other wounds were found on the back.

Fu Jing stopped obediently, turned over / lay down flat and panted / breathed, then pulled the blanket to wrap the two bodies, quietly listening to the intertwined / staggered breathing and slowly returning to calm.

The wind blows wantonly outside the window, the bright yellow flame dances happily in the furnace cavity, and the raindrops that fly into the pane are evaporated by the heat before they have time to fall, and the mist melts on the glass.

Fu Jing climbed out of bed softly, drank half a cup of lemonade in one go, and then slumped into the leather sofa, looking out at the dark sky through the gap in the curtains.The outline of the mountain city is very vague. Through them, Fu Jing seems to see the Huangfu River in Shanghai, the Shichahai in Beiping, and even the forest, sea and snow field far in the northeast. It seems that I can't see anything, except for the sound of the wind or the sound of the wind, blowing the branches up and down.

My thoughts can’t help but drift back to the year 1937, when the stone lions on the Marco Polo Bridge were robbed. Nankai Girls’ High School, the alma mater located in the south of Tianjin City, and the adjacent Nankai University, were bombed by the Japanese army. All turned into ruins.On the way to escape, she met Wu Xuanyi, who was also displaced and had been at the same table for half a year, and she was able to go through an unforgettable ordeal together.

After being sent to study in the UK, her grief made her unstoppable to point her savage fists at her Japanese classmates again and again, until she realized that it was meaningless and the status quo could not be changed.She realized that she needed companions, realized that avenging shame should not be blindly following individual heroism or vengeance... So she ran back, hoping to kill the enemy as heroically as the Shi Bo who was in charge of Suiyuan.

It's a pity that Uncle Shi didn't allow it, so he sent her to the Central University to continue her studies. After graduation, she found a trivial civilian job for her in the Garrison Command.She was very dissatisfied, and turned her head to join the Youth Gang and join the Hengshe, thinking that she could scatter her blood to her heart's content. As a result, after a few years, all she saw was the corruption of the officialdom and the rampant gangs.

When the country is in crisis, the jackal is in charge.

Fortunately, God favored me, and I met Wu Xuanyi again when I was hesitating.On that day, she happened to be the newly promoted secretary of the commander, and Wu Xuanyi was the second concubine of the Wu family who had just passed through the door. They reunited at a private reception.

Wu Yongquan, a shriveled little old man who is over half a century old, can't do it. As a man, he needs a beautiful concubine to hide his shame, and the pervasive investigation of the Central Committee also requires him to maintain the so-called family harmony and good health.

The party and the state must recruit useful talents.

Slogans are all written like this, and newspapers are all promoting it like this.