Old Movies of the Republic of China II

In September, Zhang Zheng made a triumphant return.

The train station was packed to the brim, and countless people were looking forward to it. The long sound of the train as it entered the station made many people's eyes red.

Qinghe stood beside Susie, while Zhang Yishan and Wang Yongjiang stood in the front talking. His guards stood upright and blocked an open space in the crowd, and the huge noise filled the entire train station.

The train stopped slowly and the doors opened.

Qinghe took a step forward involuntarily, Susie didn't reach out to pull him, to be honest, she also wanted to hug her son at the first moment, but no, Zhang Zheng is not only her son, but also a soldier, Is a general.

Qing He heard the sound of her own heartbeat, like a drum, very loud.

A well-polished military boot stepped on the concrete floor of the platform, and then a tall, handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes appeared in front of everyone.

Cheers resounded throughout the train station.

Qinghe looked at Zhang Yishan and laughed and patted Zhang Zheng on the shoulder, saw countless elders surrounding them, saw many young people shouting excitedly, and saw people in military uniforms pouring out of the train one after another.

Finally home.

The smile on Zhang Zheng's face was different from what Qinghe was familiar with before. His smile used to be casual and indifferent, but today, it is full of pride and pride.

Qinghe smiled with a reddened nose, that's great.

Qinghe didn't know how they got back to the commander's mansion, all he knew was that Zhang Zheng came over and hugged Susie, and seemed to glance at himself, and then amidst the cheers of Fengtian people, the motorcade slowly returned to the mansion.

As usual, the first thing Zhang Zheng did when he came back was not to rest, but to be with Zhang Yishan and others.A few tables were set up in the hall, and the people present were all important figures in the Northeast. It was only after three o'clock when Zhang Zheng returned to the commander's mansion, but the hustle and bustle in the hall did not calm down until dark.

Qinghe just glanced at it from a distance, and could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

Qinghe didn't sleep, walked up and down in the room, tidying up the already tidy arrangement from time to time.

Not long ago, the Shuai's mansion was renovated. There was a western-style bathroom in their room, and a boiler was added to the kitchen to provide hot water for more than a dozen bathrooms in the mansion.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, Qinghe filled the bathtub with water.

But the warm water in this vat was useless. When Zhang Zheng came back, his eyes were still a little clear, and he couldn't even walk steadily. Two soldiers who were also drunk sent him to the bed, and they hooked their shoulders. gone.

Qinghe worked hard, unbuttoned his shirt with only a few buttons left, took off his shoes, and wiped his face with a wet towel, tossing and tossing for half an hour before he stopped panting.

He tentatively lay down next to Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng half-opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing if he saw him, closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

The indescribable sadness in Qinghe's heart was not because Zhang Zheng was drunk.

Zhang Zheng put an arm around his waist and tightened him towards him.

"Xiaohe Miaoer, wake up."

A low and magnetic voice sounded beside his ears, Qing He buried herself in his arms, hugging his waist tightly.

Zhang Zheng smiled heavily, rubbing his face with one hand, "You didn't sleep well when I was not at home, did you? You still haven't woken up after ten o'clock."

don't remember.

It's past ten o'clock?

Qinghe exhausted all her strength to open her eyes, and saw the man's face half hidden in the dim morning light, "Master..."

He finally had the real sense that Zhang Zheng had returned.

"Well," Zhang Zheng replied, "get up and eat something, I'm not going anywhere today, just stay at home for a day."

He squeezed Qing He's face, "I'll accompany you too."

Qinghe's heart was sore and weak, she stared at him blankly, and said for a long time: "No, young master, I have to go out at noon."

Zhang Zheng frowned, and said displeasedly, "What could be more important than staying by my side?"

"Young Master," Qing He was very embarrassed, "I have sent a telegram to you, it is about the porcelain factory. The porcelain factory is under construction, I have to go and have a look, otherwise I don't feel relieved."

"Do you know how to build a house?"

Qinghe shook her head honestly, and said, "If I don't understand, I have to go and have a look."

Zhang Zheng paused, "Are you going by yourself?"

"No, there are Wang Yuan, Du Zhongyuan and the others."

Zhang Zheng felt very uncomfortable when he heard these unfamiliar names. When did Xiao Hemiao not only see him in his eyes?

But Zhang Zheng didn't show it on his face, he just said lightly: "It's rare to be at home, I'll go with you."

Qing He blinked, "Really?"

Zhang Zheng kissed his forehead, "When have I lied to you?"

The joy in Qinghe's heart was about to overflow.It's great that Zhang Zheng can come back, but he still wants to accompany him to do things, does he also recognize everything he has done?

The two get up.

Seeing the bathtub, Zhang Zheng frowned, "Baby, put some water, I want to take a bath."

"Ah."

Qinghe didn't think too much about it, she obediently turned on the water, and occasionally went in to test the temperature of the water.

"Young master, it's all right."

Zhang Zheng stepped into the bathtub, squinted his eyes and raised his chin towards Qing He, "Take off your clothes and soak with me for a while."

Qing He said "Ah?", his blushing face turned slightly hot, he looked down at his pajamas hesitantly, and struggled: "Otherwise, how about at night?"

Zhang Zheng feigned displeasure and lowered his face, "Disobedient?"

Qing He hurriedly said: "No, I'm just afraid of delaying the business."

Still lowering his head, he tore off the belt of the pajamas little by little, and the young man's soft and fair body appeared before Zhang Zheng's eyes.

The 17-year-old Qinghe lacks the indiscriminate sex a few years ago, and has a little more of the cleanliness and vitality of a teenager. A little flesh has grown out of the original paper-like body, which is just right, and Zhang Zheng can't put it down.

He immersed himself in the bathtub nervously, feeling the buoyancy of the water and Zhang Zheng's stronger body.

Zhang Zheng put one hand on his waist, and patted him a few times, "Tell me, what have you been up to these past few months?"

Qinghe took his hand obediently, and said: "I went to a lot of banquets, met some students who came back from overseas, and there is also the matter of the porcelain factory. Well, there is also Wang Yuan, he is the son of Director Wang .”

"Wang Yongjiang's son?"

"Well. He is talented, but he didn't want to work in the Finance Department, so he came to me."

Zhang Zheng was surprised and said, "Wang Yongjiang is willing?"

"Director Wang is unwilling, but Madam invited Mrs. Wang and Wang Yuan to drink tea at the mansion, and she said it herself."

Zhang Zheng looked down at Qinghe's shoulder-length hair, and said thoughtfully, "I really underestimated you."

Qing He turned her head and smiled at him, a little proud and a little shy, "Young Master, look, I'm not always your burden, I can still help you."

Zhang Zheng smiled ambiguously, "Okay, I'll see how high you can fly."

Qing He sat on his lap, maybe it was the great joy brought by the long-lost reunion, or maybe Zhang Zheng exaggerated him and made him very excited. For the first time, Qing He took the initiative to reach out her hand and stroked the murder weapon with trembling eyelashes.

Hearing Zhang Zheng take a low breath, Qing He seemed to be encouraged.

He held back his shyness and gently rubbed it. Zhang Zheng held back for five months. If he hadn't been drunk last night, he definitely wouldn't have just fallen asleep like that.

Qing He's hands are very soft, a bit shy and disorganized.

Warm and soft jade in his arms, Zhang Zheng grabbed Qinghe's waist and lifted him up, his hot breath sprinkled on the back of his neck

"...Mmm." Qinghe looked at Zhang Zheng's big hand, feeling very shy, but couldn't look away.

Qinghe's voice became hoarse, she took her hand out of the water and put it on Zhang Zheng's arm, calling his name impatiently.

Zhang Zheng let him go in a leisurely manner, and walked down.

In the clear water, Qinghe's body bent up, and the water dangled

"Young Master, Zheng, Zhang Zheng..."

Qinghe lifted his upper body up, on the bed, Zhang Zheng's name was what he called the most, which also made Zhang Zheng very fond of it.

"Well, here I am."

"Come on baby, give me a kiss."

Qing He obediently raised her head, leaned on Zhang Zheng's shoulder and kissed him.Zhang Zheng's kiss was very domineering, his tongue was stirring up and down in his mouth, making the corners of Qing He's eyes slightly red, and his toes shrank.

Qing He moistened her eyes, "It hurts."

Zhang Zheng still felt sorry for him, even though it was very unbearable, he still didn't move, wanting to wait for him to get used to it.

Qing He tried her best to keep her breathing steady, "Young Master, it's done."

After a long time, Qing He was about to cry, and could only say pitifully: "Young Master, it's hard, it's hard."

Zhang Zheng stood up suddenly, stepped out of the bathtub, and carried him outside.

"Call out baby, I like to hear it."

"Well... slow down, slow down... young master, it hurts..."

Qinghe grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, of course it wasn't just the pain... To be honest, his whole body was limp, it wasn't pain, it was so comfortable and numb.But he was embarrassed to say.

Zhang Zheng's sexy voice rang in his ears: "You are still so energetic, huh?"

Qinghe was lying on the bed exhausted, Zhang Zheng pulled out the pillow, hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his waist with one hand comfortingly, "I'll clean up for you after a while. Darling, is it cool?"

Qinghe buried in his arms, nodded honestly.

Zhang Zheng laughed twice, patted his buttocks, and said, "When I was outside, I missed you all the time, but when I really came back, once you cried, I couldn't bear it."

Qing He raised her head from his arms, her eyes were wet and bright, "Really, miss me every day?"

"Who do you miss?"

Zhang Zheng moved, wanting to touch a cigarette to light it, but he withdrew his hand again.

Qinghe frowned, whispered: "F-flow out."

Zhang Zheng picked him up with a smile, "Come on baby, I'll give you a good wash."

It was already time for lunch when he really came out of the room, Qinghe's hair was still a little wet, Zhang Zheng held his hand, Zhang Yishan, Susie and several concubines were all there, looking at them with different expressions.

Zhang Zheng sat down calmly, "Dad, Mom."

Qing He sat next to him.

Susie smiled, "I've lost weight after being outside for so long, so I'll make up for it at home. Mom asked the kitchen to stew black chicken soup. You can drink two more bowls."

The third aunt sat on the other side of Qinghe and served him a bowl of soup with her own hands, "Qinghe, you have to make up too."

Seeing the narrow smile on her face, Qinghe had no choice but to take it over and said, "Thank you third wife."

Zhang Yishan cleared his throat and said, "Okay, let's eat. Zhang Zheng, you are a big boy, what do you look like when you wake up so late? This time, I see that you just came back from the war. I don't care about you, so I won't do it in the future." gone."

"I know." Zhang Zheng calmly picked up the food with chopsticks and put it in his bowl: "Let's eat, I have to go out after eating."

"It's hard to come back and not stay at home with your mother and your two sons, where are you going?"

Zhang Zheng said: "Qinghe is going to the factory, I will accompany him to have a look."

Zhang Yishan: "..."

The good mood after winning the battle is gone, this fucking son.

[The author has something to say]: This chapter looks very strange, right... Yes, it is very strange... There are more than 1000 pieces of meat... I posted it on Weibo, you can go to search for the soul, and the reader group q, I am okay too, mwah