Fengtian past events

The residence that Japan allocated to Liu Guoqing was at the intersection of Kasugamachi and Naniwa-dori, seven or eight minutes away from the police station, and opposite Manchuria Medical University.

The house is a small two-story building, European-style building, with an unremarkable appearance, red bricks and black tiles, mottled walls, it looks a bit old, the wall is covered with creepers, and it looks like a large green area from a distance.Presumably people who used to live in foreign consulates—or maybe foreign businessmen, took their belongings and ran away after the war, and then the house was expropriated by Japan.

Given him such a place, it can be seen that the Japanese have a very good relationship with him and value him very much.Although this house does not have as many floors as my house and occupies a large area, but I am a big family member, and I would like him to live alone. It is still such a good location—it can be regarded as the center of the business district, and it is close to the police station. In comparison, he is still more valued.

This kind of person is very skillful, he must not have Japanese blood, right?

After thinking about it, I didn't ask this question.The current situation is very delicate, and if you make a mistake in one sentence, you will be doomed.Walking on eggshells is not timid, but prudent.

What surprised me even more was that there was no servant in Liu Guoqing's house, and there were still some leftovers on the table that had not been disposed of.It stands to reason that he has been in Fengtian for more than a week, and he has to find someone to take care of the house in advance, and hire a few servants at the same time. Even if he doesn't need personal services, he should also take care of the house hygiene.

He looked at the dining table following my gaze, took out a change of cotton slippers and signaled me to put them on, but he himself was only wearing socks, and brought the dishes and dishes with the food to the kitchen, saying: "I'm alone here, just now No one came here, so everything is for one person, don't mind."

Seeing him turn on the kitchen light, follow his footsteps and get close.He was washing dishes, and the sound of running water muffled his voice: "Go to the living room first and sit down—do you want some oranges? And pears?"

Liu Guoqing's posture of washing dishes and chopsticks is very proficient, and he obviously does it often, which is even more unexpected to me.When he was talking, he focused on the bowl in his hand. He didn’t notice my gaze wandering over his face. I realized that his eyelashes were very long. When the lower eyelid was lowered, there was a small shadow. I thought Yining’s eyelashes were long enough. , his length is about the same as my daughter's, or even longer, but it is not curly, but straight, not dense, but the color is very strong.

I felt myself swallow, but the sound of the running water blocked him, so he must not have heard it.

Hastily lowering his eyes, he saw that Liu Guoqing was not wearing slippers, he must have given me the only pair of slippers.Every winter, the house is not burned, and it is a bit cold. He only wears socks like this, and he will definitely have diarrhea the next day.

"It's too late, I don't want to eat," he said, taking off his slippers and kicking them to his feet, "Put them on."

He raised his eyes: "You're dressed, I'm not cold." He said with a smile, "How can a guest give way to the host."

"What are you doing with me?" Ignored him, and walked towards the living room, "I'm used to being rough, and I don't get sick from the cold. You're skinny and tender, and you'll be exposed to the wind again. You got sick when you first came to the police station. People thought I was a bully." you."

This was also said with force, presumably the former owner of this house was very fashionable, the floor was covered with bright tiles, once the lights were turned on, the ground reflected light, and the room was twice as bright.

But good-looking is good-looking, popular is popular, the key is that it is really fucking cool, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, cool, the soles of the feet feel like walking on ice, and the coolness hits my heart. I'm still wearing socks.

This made me worry, so I simply sat cross-legged on the sofa, and there were several magazines and pictorials spread out on the coffee table, some in Chinese and some in foreign languages.There is also a women's magazine. I know the publisher of this magazine, which is now controlled by Japan, and has become a propaganda of goodwill between China and Japan.

I remember that this magazine was only published in Shanghai, not Fengtian.

I couldn't help thinking, my eyes rolled on Liu Guoqing, put this book aside, and looked down again, and found that there was another copy of "Good Friend".

At this time, Liu Guoqing came out after washing the dishes. Seeing that I was holding a magazine in my hand, I was still looking at the beautiful girl on the cover, and said with a smile, "How about this?"

I glanced at him and said to myself, you really can't guess what I said when I was good.

"This woman seems to be the younger sister of the president of Shanghai Taiqi Foreign Trade Co., Ltd. She looks very sweet."

I casually asked, "Have you seen it?"

He smiled and didn't answer.

"I don't know which famous lady can do it," I said, "but my wife likes this magazine very much, but Fengtian is always out of stock, so I can't buy it regularly."

"Your wife likes it, so I'll give it to your wife," he said generously, "I don't know if your wife has seen this issue."

I glanced down at him narrowly: "Are you sure you don't need it anymore?"

Liu Guoqing couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking? This is not some dirty magazine."

"Then thank you." He was not polite to him, and put it on the tea table to be taken away tomorrow. Thank you so much, he even has a gift to apologize to his wife. "Wash your face and go to sleep." He glanced at his watch and sighed, " I won't be able to sleep for long."

The guest bedroom in Liu Guoqing's house hadn't been tidied up yet, so he could only share a bed with him.He said he didn't sleep well and snored.

I said no problem, anyway, my sleeping appearance is quite heroic.

Having said that, I was a little apprehensive.

In his opinion, it may be nothing, they are all old men, and I have what you have in me.But I am different.

What's more, his looks are very to my taste.Manly, yet elegant.

Maybe I'm too rough, so I can't help admiring the elegant and delicate.

I didn't sleep well all night, and I was in a light sleep. I have to take care not to lose control of my hands, and make sure there is a safe distance between us.

Liu Guoqing didn't have any worries about this, he just touched the pillow, and within five minutes he really started snoring, but it wasn't as deafening as he said, on the contrary, it was like a snoozing little tiger, which was kind of cute.

I didn't dare to turn around, but after a while, his thigh suddenly pressed on me. I was unprepared for a big man who weighed more than a hundred pounds, and I almost couldn't breathe.

He should have the habit of clamping the quilt.Yicheng also has this problem. When I was a child, I was often caught by him when he was pestering me to sleep together. But that was a child, and Liu Guoqing was an adult. There was a big soft ball under him, pressing against my lower back. I was forced to neither move forward nor retreat, and was frozen and unable to move.

He simply closed his eyes to hypnotize himself, and when he fell asleep, he would stop thinking wildly, but every time when he was a little drowsy, Liu Guoqing was like a vine possessing him, stretching out his arms and legs, and finally entangled his limbs.

I couldn't take it anymore, I kicked my legs and adjusted to him, then lifted my feet and kicked!

Liu Guoqing fell to the ground with a thud, woke up from the fall, got up and went to bed in a daze and continued to sleep.

I quickly closed my eyes.Anyway, I told him that I sleep quite heroically.

I could feel that he didn't lie down immediately, but looked at me for a while, then moved me into the bed, put a pillow under my neck, covered me carefully, and fell asleep again.

I couldn't sleep anymore.

Human emotion is not a mixture, but a compound, which is complex and subtle, and makes people have mixed tastes.

Every move of Liu Guoqing added more reagents to the compound, and added weight to the successful refining.

But what it brings to me is not sweet or sour, but terrified all day long.