After venting his emotions, his natural body seemed to have been exhausted. The sudden feeling of powerlessness knocked him down
He collapsed backwards on the sofa, held Li Xinghua in his arms, kissed her lips, and called her to open her eyes and closed her eyes without saying a word, doing nothing
Since three years ago, especially last year, it has become more and more serious. I am born to feel that I am imprisoned in a dark high wall. The high wall is surrounded by four sides and is covered without seeing the sun. He hits his head and blood, and the only thing he has to do is to be cold and silence without a trace of warmth.
He knew clearly that this was his karma that had not been eliminated
In Buddhist terms, karma refers to the evil karma created by sentient beings in the body, mouth, and mind that block the right path and hinder the practice. The Sanskrit word is called Karmavarana
His birth birthday is the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, which is the birthday of Sakyamuni. He was influenced by his mother who believed in Buddhism since childhood. He was quite responsive to the Buddha. When he was young, he used a lot of skills in several Chinese Buddhist scriptures. Later, under the opportunity, he followed a Kanbu from the Tashilunpo Monastery in Kunming to practice the Tantric Buddhism for more than two years.
This is not the first time he has committed a karma
Born in 1922 in a landlord family that inherited the age of poetry and books in Jiaozhou. The ancestors of the Ma family passed away a Jinshi in high school during the Jiaqing period, and later became the Minister of Works. A total of seven Juren and tribute students were born in the Qing Dynasty.
His grandfather Ma Heshu also won the title of Juren during the Guangxu period. After several divisions, this branch still had nearly 2,000 acres of land and fifty or sixty houses.
After the Caozhou lesson plan in 1897, Germany occupied Jiaozhou Bay. Ma Heshu and his classmates worked together in Laizhou, Jinan and Beijing.
On September 28, 1898, he witnessed Tan Sitong and other six gentlemen in the Reformation of Wuxu in Caishikou outside Xuanwu Gate. He thought silently in his heart that Tan Sitong was chopped 28 times.
If you want to kill a thief, you are powerless to return to the sky; if you die, how happy it is. The voice is still in your ears, accompanied by blood splashing, Tan Sitong's head rolled on the ground, and the crowd around you burst out with strong cheers, echoing in the sky for a long time
Seeing through the corruption of the Qing court and the numbness of the people, Ma Heshu found that all this was useless, so he extinguished his desire for fame and fortune, stayed in his door, and focused on setting up a new study in his village.
He also has a reputation for not charging fees for running schools, raising funds to pave bridges and road construction, and opening warehouses and grain releases in the year of disaster. He respectfully called him the old man.
Ma's second son, the natural father Ma Yaoxian, was born in 1898. The Yao generation was named Xian, which is Xianzheng. It commemorated his father Ma Heshu when he was born, and it started the reform of 1898.
As a young man with progressive thought, Ma Yaoxian joined the Communist Party while studying at Shanghai University. Since then, he has devoted himself to the revolutionary cause and became the introduction to the party of his fellow villager Zhang Yun. Zhang Yun later changed his name to Kang Sheng.
He participated in, organized and led several strikes, marches and armed uprisings in Shandong and Shanghai. He later served as a member of the Shanghai District Executive Committee and fought side by side with comrades such as Chen Duxiu and Zhou Enlai.
After the April 12th Counter-Revolutionary Coup in 1927, Ma Yaoxian returned to Shandong as the secretary of the Qingdao Municipal Executive Committee to be responsible for the party's work in Jiaodong. In 1928, he attended the Sixth National Congress of the Communist Party of China in Moscow and was elected as a member of the Central Committee. In 1929, he was betrayed by a traitor and was unfortunately arrested.
After many rescues failed, Ma Yaoxian was shot and killed by the Kuomintang in Jinan on April 5, 1931 with Deng Enming, Liu Qianchu and other important party cadres.
The family is still wealthy, and my mother gave all the love to him and his younger brother Ma Tiancun, and she was cared for by her grandfather and uncle. It was not bad for her natural childhood and teenagers to eliminate the lack of fatherly love, but what no one noticed was a seed of hatred since then in his young heart.
December 7, 1943, Jiaozhou, night
After graduating from the Department of History at the National Southwest United University in May, in order to fulfill the wish of Daba, a teacher who taught him Tantra, he has been traveling to many places in India and Tibet for more than half a year. Finally, he transferred from Kolkata to Shanghai via Hong Kong, and finally returned to his hometown after five years of separation.
After resting at home in Qingdao for a day, I was born with my mother and younger brother Ma Tiancun and went back to my hometown in Jiaozhou to visit my grandfather.
Tiancun, come out with me. Tiansheng knocked on the door of his biological brother and shouted softly
It was already late at night, and there was no one except the vigilant and the two guards. When they saw the eldest and third masters of the second masters paced in the open space in the middle of the Ma family's house, they knew it and bypassed them from afar.
The young man following Tiansheng was a little shorter than him, and he looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and his slightly childish face was very similar to Tiansheng.
Tiansheng thought about it for a while and made up his mind, suddenly stopped and turned his head: Tiancun, I will go with Uncle Qin tomorrow morning.
As soon as he started speaking, Ma Tiancun became anxious. Regardless of the order of his elders and young people, he held Tiansheng's arm with both hands, and his voice trembled: Brother! Why is this? You have only returned after five years of study. I wonder how happy grandfather and mother are. Isn't it good for our family to spend some peaceful life together?
Humph, Tiansheng sneered: Is there still a day of peace in the world today? Tiancun, let me ask you, if you and I were not born in this little rich family, but in the family of tenants and servants, would there be a day of peace in life?
Ma Tiancun thought about it, but still shook his head: Grandfather set up a land management company, used agricultural machinery, changed to hire farmers to workers, paid monthly wages, and paid dividends at the end of the year, so they still have a safe life.
Let me ask you again, except for the few branches of our family, how many landlords are as enlightened as their grandfathers?
Ma Tiancun choked for a moment and couldn't answer
Naturally holding his hands tightly, I was resentful: I was deeply moved by this trip to the west. There were such a sad and lamentable thing in the world. The Japanese invaders were even more of people with human faces and beasts. They killed their compatriots and committed all kinds of crimes. They were so ruthless that they were so unspeakable that they were so cruel that they could not be written. I wanted to kill the Japanese pirates and serve the country with my own hands.
Ma Tiancun's emotions became excited. He pulled out his hands and put them on his natural shoulders: Whether it is the central government or the Communist Party of Uncle Qin, money, food, medicine or even saving people, hasn't our family always been very helpful? My elder brother is well-versed in history, has a talent for heaven and earth, and his son of a thousand gold cannot sit in the hall, so why should he be in danger?
After being born silent for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears as big as beans fell from his eyes to the ground. He shook his younger brother's shoulders hard:When my father was arrested, you were only one year old, when my father died at the age of seven, you were three, and I was nine years old, maybe you don’t remember many things, but I remember them all! "This revolution is the key to the survival of the nation-state. I am determined to sacrifice. If I cannot succeed, I will be able to be benevolence. In order to strive for the final victory and make the Chinese nation last forever, success does not have to be put on my neck. This ambition cannot be moved. My father’s will, I dare not forget to be lazy all day and night! Why did my father name you and me as Tiansheng? For many nights, whenever I think of this, I always burst into tears, but I dare not cry at home, I am afraid that my mother will be sad; at school, I can’t bear to mention the hatred of killing my father with my classmates, and I am irreconcilable! If this hatred is not avenged, how can I be a son? It has been twelve years, do you know how I have been through these twelve years? Do you know how my mother has been through these twelve years?
Ma Tiancun stepped forward and hugged his brother, his eyes began to blur
He knew that his brother did this not only for his father, but also for his mother, but also for his
One of the two brothers must be at home to support their mothers and be able to live in peace
A moment of sadness came from his heart, so he simply knelt on the ground, hugged his natural legs and cried: Big brother!
I was born to wipe away tears with the back of my hand, pulled my brother up, and patted the dust off his body: Get up! I will come back when I leave. You must be filial to my grandfather and mother. The important task of our family will be supported by you. Don’t let me down, and don’t let my father down. Let my mother and grandfather think that they don’t have me as my son and grandson.
The next day, before dawn, Tiansheng packed up his parcel, left a letter, and stepped out of the gate of the Ma family's house.
Ma Heshu sat on the chair and read the letter. He closed his eyes silently, as if he had aged a few years later, and then sighed: What a genius of the second child.
Li Hui, who was sitting aside, hugging her second son Ma Tiancun and crying loudly
Li Xinghua opened her eyes and lay cautiously in her natural arms and did not dare to move. She didn't know what she was looking at with her two lost eyes.
She was a little scared by the sudden tyranny just now. Shouldn’t the two people who like each other be sweet?
How could he suddenly slap himself? Besides, she was so big that she never even wanted to touch a single finger
Although……
That taste is really strange and comfortable...
His natural thoughts floated back to him from his ancestors and parents, and he felt unstoppable depression and annoyance
Has he been reduced to being able to rely on beating his own woman to vent and relieve it?
What is the difference between this and the vulgar man Murano?
Where has the Ma Tiansheng, who is so arrogant that he wants to cultivate himself, manage his family, govern the country and pacify the world?
He couldn't answer any of these questions, but just hugged Li Xinghua tighter and tighter.
Listening to his heavier breathing and his accelerated heartbeat, Li Xinghua noticed that although her sweetheart could not make any sound like a sculpture, she was undergoing huge changes in emotions and seemed to be moving forward in a bad direction.
Her heartstrings were tugged for no reason, and the grievance and confusion just now were thrown away by her in a flash.
Isn't this the time when he needs himself?
She made up her mind, closed her eyes and offered her tender tongue and lip-enhancing
Feeling the cold lips, it became wet again. He naturally opened his eyes subconsciously. It was Li Xinghua who took the initiative to ask for a kiss from him. He was so excited that he didn't know how to explain his rough behavior just now. He temporarily blocked Karmavarana and the wall and began to respond violently
While the two of them were resting between kisses, Li Xinghua stroked her natural chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. Her fingers gently drew circles there. The full male muscles made her feel safe and addicted. Did you think of something unhappy just now? The look of your frowning made me feel very distressed.
I can't help feeling sad that women are born with a feeling of distress. He gently rubbed his swollen cheeks and said softly: I just remembered my grandfather and my father. To me, they are all great and great people. Maybe they are a little trance. Does it still hurt here? Sorry, I want to review you, in life at work, I... I am under a lot of pressure, and I will only relax when I see you. I am sincerely happy. I shouldn't vent myself in this way. I apologize to you! Sorry!
Ah! I...I don't care... Li Xinghua didn't expect that as a big man, he would take the initiative to apologize to her. Although everyone in the new society is equal, this cannot be completely reversed by one or two generations. Your guard told me that you are very busy with work and I think... You will be very tired if you worry so much. As long as you like, I... I am willing to do anything.
Seeing Li Xinghua, who was becoming more and more shy, hid her head in her arms, her natural emotions fluctuated for a while, then pulled her up and said solemnly: Thank you, I am really grateful, but we have more important things to do now...
At this moment, in an office on the third floor of the 31st Army Headquarters
Chief, Chief, I am Xiao Xu from the Municipal Cannery Revolutionary Committee. I wonder what instructions did you have to call me over?
The man who was talking was high-definition and thin, looking in his twenties, half-bending at the desk with a flattering smile
A bald fat man leaned on a chair and glanced at the person with a squint eyes: It's Director Xu of the canning factory, please sit down and call you here today. It's nothing. You are a revolutionary leftist. We are the People's Liberation Army. Of course, we must actively support you. The central government requires you to support the left.
The leader is wise, who doesn’t know your reputation as Director Lu in Xiamen? With your wise leader, our factory has a backbone, spirit, and energy, and work is full of energy.
Director Xu's smile was piled up even more, his eyes and mouth were almost together
Lu Shan couldn't tell at the moment that this smile was true or false, but who doesn't like to listen to this flattery?
He waved his hand: Director Xu is serious. Your cannery has been doing well recently, but I heard that there is still a group of people who are royalists. What is the leader named Wu?
He is named Wu Chaoming, this man is a deadly hard-working member of the royalist party! He repeatedly obstructed the revolutionary movement and openly opposed the Party Central Committee. He injured several revolutionary comrades a few days ago. He was so arrogant that Director Lu, you must not let him go!
Speaking of his opponent, Director Xu's expression seemed to change his face, becoming gritted teeth and hated him, blocking his political future, and it was even more unacceptable than digging his ancestral grave.
Bang, Lushan slapped the table with his fat hand: There are such a rampant counter-revolutionary masses, don’t worry, I will do this at a meeting on Monday, and I will send a working group to your factory to investigate and research.
Thank you Director Lu, thank you Director Lu, I am your orderly soldier. You asked me to go east, but I will never go west. If you asked me to go to the mountain of swords and sea of fire, I will go to the mountain of swords and sea of fire. This is the voice of all the revolutionary masses in our canning factory. Please check the results of our labor.
Xu Gangyi was not strong at all. He nodded like pounding garlic and was about to kneel down and kowtow. Finally, he placed the sack standing beside him on the wall.
Listening to Xu Gangyi's words of loyalty, Lushan didn't move. He just glanced at the sack, did not stop him, and nodded: OK, then I'll check your daily work to see if you are solid or not. I'll call you here again. There's another thing I've called you this time. A few days ago, the Political Department of the Military received a document from your Revolutionary Committee, saying that it was a comrade from the Military Department. Her father worked in your factory. He used to be an officer of the Kuomintang. He has been labeled as a counter-revolutionary by you?
Report to Director Lu, is there such a thing? Wang Zhenying's origin, everyone in the factory knows it.
Xu Gangyi was a little upset when he couldn't figure out what Lushan meant. Could it be that this was another old classmate of Wang Zhenying?
Lu Shan moved his chair and leaned against the table, then said: Well, you are doing well in Xiamen. Xiamen needs to prepare for war at any time. There are many spies and spies. You must not let such counter-revolutionaries hide among the masses. This may involve other comrades in the army. Please give me a detailed introduction to the situation.
yes!
Wang Mingqing and Liu Hong have been married for many years and have not had children. Three women of all sizes naturally slept in on weekends and barely got out of bed until 11 o'clock.
Although the sun and temperature are very comfortable today, Ma Mingming and Xu Linshan still choose to stay in the house. In natural terms, you two should go out to breathe some turbid political air.
Liu Hong dug a piece of lard, fryed a box of lunch meat and half a dozen eggs, plus strawberry jam and toast I bought yesterday, and combined the breakfast and lunch to form a brunch
There was a small plate in front of Ma Mingming than the other two. She poured some soy sauce in it, sprinkled with a little white sugar, stirred it evenly, and then dipped it in the fried egg.
Xu Linshan saw this way of eating for the first time, and couldn't help but joke: Obviously, you are even more capitalist lady Ah! Eggs are already good enough, and you also add soy sauce and white sugar, which is a waste!
Dad said this was what his father taught him. He learned that he had been studying in Shanghai. Dad always eats fried eggs. He said that the texture will be much richer. If there is no soy sauce and white sugar, he would rather not eat it and come and try it. It is really delicious.
After Ma Mingming finished speaking, he pushed the little disc between her and Xu Linshan.
Xu Linshan tried dipping it, and it was sweet, salty and rich in the mouth, so it tasted better. He sighed: I have always envied you. Uncle Ma is much more interesting than my father. He never allowed us to eat these Western things at home. I can only read a few Western novels under the guise of you who can only read a few books. It's boring.
Liu Hong couldn't help but interrupt when she heard this: Why did she say that after so long, she had been in contact with Political Commissar Ma, and she found that he was really an amazing person with such good knowledge and cultivation. She was more than enough to be a professor in the Department of History and Philosophy at Nanjing University. Who would have thought that he was a general who had participated in so many wars?
I heard from my father that this was said. He said that when Jinan was liberated in 1948, the 74th Division reorganized by the Kuomintang had seven companies guarding the post and telecommunications building. The fortifications were solid and they were all dead and hard elements, causing great casualties. One division commander was hit by artillery shells. Later, Uncle Ma and the people from the teaching group rushed over. Seeing this scene, he took the submachine gun directly in the rain of bullets and rushed in. In the end, he took it down.
Xu Linshan told this story with intoxication and longing for it
Ma Mingming's expression was a little sad, and he took a big breath before speaking: Jinan is always different for his father, because his grandfather died there, and he heard from his uncle that after the battle in Jinan, his father went to the Hou family compound where his grandfather was killed, and knelt there all night, and finally fainted on the ground before being taken away by his comrades.
Xu Linshan held his cheeks with both hands and fell into deep thought
What did you ask me to come out?
Ding Ding, I...I just want to see you too much
He collapsed backwards on the sofa, held Li Xinghua in his arms, kissed her lips, and called her to open her eyes and closed her eyes without saying a word, doing nothing
Since three years ago, especially last year, it has become more and more serious. I am born to feel that I am imprisoned in a dark high wall. The high wall is surrounded by four sides and is covered without seeing the sun. He hits his head and blood, and the only thing he has to do is to be cold and silence without a trace of warmth.
He knew clearly that this was his karma that had not been eliminated
In Buddhist terms, karma refers to the evil karma created by sentient beings in the body, mouth, and mind that block the right path and hinder the practice. The Sanskrit word is called Karmavarana
His birth birthday is the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, which is the birthday of Sakyamuni. He was influenced by his mother who believed in Buddhism since childhood. He was quite responsive to the Buddha. When he was young, he used a lot of skills in several Chinese Buddhist scriptures. Later, under the opportunity, he followed a Kanbu from the Tashilunpo Monastery in Kunming to practice the Tantric Buddhism for more than two years.
This is not the first time he has committed a karma
Born in 1922 in a landlord family that inherited the age of poetry and books in Jiaozhou. The ancestors of the Ma family passed away a Jinshi in high school during the Jiaqing period, and later became the Minister of Works. A total of seven Juren and tribute students were born in the Qing Dynasty.
His grandfather Ma Heshu also won the title of Juren during the Guangxu period. After several divisions, this branch still had nearly 2,000 acres of land and fifty or sixty houses.
After the Caozhou lesson plan in 1897, Germany occupied Jiaozhou Bay. Ma Heshu and his classmates worked together in Laizhou, Jinan and Beijing.
On September 28, 1898, he witnessed Tan Sitong and other six gentlemen in the Reformation of Wuxu in Caishikou outside Xuanwu Gate. He thought silently in his heart that Tan Sitong was chopped 28 times.
If you want to kill a thief, you are powerless to return to the sky; if you die, how happy it is. The voice is still in your ears, accompanied by blood splashing, Tan Sitong's head rolled on the ground, and the crowd around you burst out with strong cheers, echoing in the sky for a long time
Seeing through the corruption of the Qing court and the numbness of the people, Ma Heshu found that all this was useless, so he extinguished his desire for fame and fortune, stayed in his door, and focused on setting up a new study in his village.
He also has a reputation for not charging fees for running schools, raising funds to pave bridges and road construction, and opening warehouses and grain releases in the year of disaster. He respectfully called him the old man.
Ma's second son, the natural father Ma Yaoxian, was born in 1898. The Yao generation was named Xian, which is Xianzheng. It commemorated his father Ma Heshu when he was born, and it started the reform of 1898.
As a young man with progressive thought, Ma Yaoxian joined the Communist Party while studying at Shanghai University. Since then, he has devoted himself to the revolutionary cause and became the introduction to the party of his fellow villager Zhang Yun. Zhang Yun later changed his name to Kang Sheng.
He participated in, organized and led several strikes, marches and armed uprisings in Shandong and Shanghai. He later served as a member of the Shanghai District Executive Committee and fought side by side with comrades such as Chen Duxiu and Zhou Enlai.
After the April 12th Counter-Revolutionary Coup in 1927, Ma Yaoxian returned to Shandong as the secretary of the Qingdao Municipal Executive Committee to be responsible for the party's work in Jiaodong. In 1928, he attended the Sixth National Congress of the Communist Party of China in Moscow and was elected as a member of the Central Committee. In 1929, he was betrayed by a traitor and was unfortunately arrested.
After many rescues failed, Ma Yaoxian was shot and killed by the Kuomintang in Jinan on April 5, 1931 with Deng Enming, Liu Qianchu and other important party cadres.
The family is still wealthy, and my mother gave all the love to him and his younger brother Ma Tiancun, and she was cared for by her grandfather and uncle. It was not bad for her natural childhood and teenagers to eliminate the lack of fatherly love, but what no one noticed was a seed of hatred since then in his young heart.
December 7, 1943, Jiaozhou, night
After graduating from the Department of History at the National Southwest United University in May, in order to fulfill the wish of Daba, a teacher who taught him Tantra, he has been traveling to many places in India and Tibet for more than half a year. Finally, he transferred from Kolkata to Shanghai via Hong Kong, and finally returned to his hometown after five years of separation.
After resting at home in Qingdao for a day, I was born with my mother and younger brother Ma Tiancun and went back to my hometown in Jiaozhou to visit my grandfather.
Tiancun, come out with me. Tiansheng knocked on the door of his biological brother and shouted softly
It was already late at night, and there was no one except the vigilant and the two guards. When they saw the eldest and third masters of the second masters paced in the open space in the middle of the Ma family's house, they knew it and bypassed them from afar.
The young man following Tiansheng was a little shorter than him, and he looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and his slightly childish face was very similar to Tiansheng.
Tiansheng thought about it for a while and made up his mind, suddenly stopped and turned his head: Tiancun, I will go with Uncle Qin tomorrow morning.
As soon as he started speaking, Ma Tiancun became anxious. Regardless of the order of his elders and young people, he held Tiansheng's arm with both hands, and his voice trembled: Brother! Why is this? You have only returned after five years of study. I wonder how happy grandfather and mother are. Isn't it good for our family to spend some peaceful life together?
Humph, Tiansheng sneered: Is there still a day of peace in the world today? Tiancun, let me ask you, if you and I were not born in this little rich family, but in the family of tenants and servants, would there be a day of peace in life?
Ma Tiancun thought about it, but still shook his head: Grandfather set up a land management company, used agricultural machinery, changed to hire farmers to workers, paid monthly wages, and paid dividends at the end of the year, so they still have a safe life.
Let me ask you again, except for the few branches of our family, how many landlords are as enlightened as their grandfathers?
Ma Tiancun choked for a moment and couldn't answer
Naturally holding his hands tightly, I was resentful: I was deeply moved by this trip to the west. There were such a sad and lamentable thing in the world. The Japanese invaders were even more of people with human faces and beasts. They killed their compatriots and committed all kinds of crimes. They were so ruthless that they were so unspeakable that they were so cruel that they could not be written. I wanted to kill the Japanese pirates and serve the country with my own hands.
Ma Tiancun's emotions became excited. He pulled out his hands and put them on his natural shoulders: Whether it is the central government or the Communist Party of Uncle Qin, money, food, medicine or even saving people, hasn't our family always been very helpful? My elder brother is well-versed in history, has a talent for heaven and earth, and his son of a thousand gold cannot sit in the hall, so why should he be in danger?
After being born silent for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears as big as beans fell from his eyes to the ground. He shook his younger brother's shoulders hard:When my father was arrested, you were only one year old, when my father died at the age of seven, you were three, and I was nine years old, maybe you don’t remember many things, but I remember them all! "This revolution is the key to the survival of the nation-state. I am determined to sacrifice. If I cannot succeed, I will be able to be benevolence. In order to strive for the final victory and make the Chinese nation last forever, success does not have to be put on my neck. This ambition cannot be moved. My father’s will, I dare not forget to be lazy all day and night! Why did my father name you and me as Tiansheng? For many nights, whenever I think of this, I always burst into tears, but I dare not cry at home, I am afraid that my mother will be sad; at school, I can’t bear to mention the hatred of killing my father with my classmates, and I am irreconcilable! If this hatred is not avenged, how can I be a son? It has been twelve years, do you know how I have been through these twelve years? Do you know how my mother has been through these twelve years?
Ma Tiancun stepped forward and hugged his brother, his eyes began to blur
He knew that his brother did this not only for his father, but also for his mother, but also for his
One of the two brothers must be at home to support their mothers and be able to live in peace
A moment of sadness came from his heart, so he simply knelt on the ground, hugged his natural legs and cried: Big brother!
I was born to wipe away tears with the back of my hand, pulled my brother up, and patted the dust off his body: Get up! I will come back when I leave. You must be filial to my grandfather and mother. The important task of our family will be supported by you. Don’t let me down, and don’t let my father down. Let my mother and grandfather think that they don’t have me as my son and grandson.
The next day, before dawn, Tiansheng packed up his parcel, left a letter, and stepped out of the gate of the Ma family's house.
Ma Heshu sat on the chair and read the letter. He closed his eyes silently, as if he had aged a few years later, and then sighed: What a genius of the second child.
Li Hui, who was sitting aside, hugging her second son Ma Tiancun and crying loudly
Li Xinghua opened her eyes and lay cautiously in her natural arms and did not dare to move. She didn't know what she was looking at with her two lost eyes.
She was a little scared by the sudden tyranny just now. Shouldn’t the two people who like each other be sweet?
How could he suddenly slap himself? Besides, she was so big that she never even wanted to touch a single finger
Although……
That taste is really strange and comfortable...
His natural thoughts floated back to him from his ancestors and parents, and he felt unstoppable depression and annoyance
Has he been reduced to being able to rely on beating his own woman to vent and relieve it?
What is the difference between this and the vulgar man Murano?
Where has the Ma Tiansheng, who is so arrogant that he wants to cultivate himself, manage his family, govern the country and pacify the world?
He couldn't answer any of these questions, but just hugged Li Xinghua tighter and tighter.
Listening to his heavier breathing and his accelerated heartbeat, Li Xinghua noticed that although her sweetheart could not make any sound like a sculpture, she was undergoing huge changes in emotions and seemed to be moving forward in a bad direction.
Her heartstrings were tugged for no reason, and the grievance and confusion just now were thrown away by her in a flash.
Isn't this the time when he needs himself?
She made up her mind, closed her eyes and offered her tender tongue and lip-enhancing
Feeling the cold lips, it became wet again. He naturally opened his eyes subconsciously. It was Li Xinghua who took the initiative to ask for a kiss from him. He was so excited that he didn't know how to explain his rough behavior just now. He temporarily blocked Karmavarana and the wall and began to respond violently
While the two of them were resting between kisses, Li Xinghua stroked her natural chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. Her fingers gently drew circles there. The full male muscles made her feel safe and addicted. Did you think of something unhappy just now? The look of your frowning made me feel very distressed.
I can't help feeling sad that women are born with a feeling of distress. He gently rubbed his swollen cheeks and said softly: I just remembered my grandfather and my father. To me, they are all great and great people. Maybe they are a little trance. Does it still hurt here? Sorry, I want to review you, in life at work, I... I am under a lot of pressure, and I will only relax when I see you. I am sincerely happy. I shouldn't vent myself in this way. I apologize to you! Sorry!
Ah! I...I don't care... Li Xinghua didn't expect that as a big man, he would take the initiative to apologize to her. Although everyone in the new society is equal, this cannot be completely reversed by one or two generations. Your guard told me that you are very busy with work and I think... You will be very tired if you worry so much. As long as you like, I... I am willing to do anything.
Seeing Li Xinghua, who was becoming more and more shy, hid her head in her arms, her natural emotions fluctuated for a while, then pulled her up and said solemnly: Thank you, I am really grateful, but we have more important things to do now...
At this moment, in an office on the third floor of the 31st Army Headquarters
Chief, Chief, I am Xiao Xu from the Municipal Cannery Revolutionary Committee. I wonder what instructions did you have to call me over?
The man who was talking was high-definition and thin, looking in his twenties, half-bending at the desk with a flattering smile
A bald fat man leaned on a chair and glanced at the person with a squint eyes: It's Director Xu of the canning factory, please sit down and call you here today. It's nothing. You are a revolutionary leftist. We are the People's Liberation Army. Of course, we must actively support you. The central government requires you to support the left.
The leader is wise, who doesn’t know your reputation as Director Lu in Xiamen? With your wise leader, our factory has a backbone, spirit, and energy, and work is full of energy.
Director Xu's smile was piled up even more, his eyes and mouth were almost together
Lu Shan couldn't tell at the moment that this smile was true or false, but who doesn't like to listen to this flattery?
He waved his hand: Director Xu is serious. Your cannery has been doing well recently, but I heard that there is still a group of people who are royalists. What is the leader named Wu?
He is named Wu Chaoming, this man is a deadly hard-working member of the royalist party! He repeatedly obstructed the revolutionary movement and openly opposed the Party Central Committee. He injured several revolutionary comrades a few days ago. He was so arrogant that Director Lu, you must not let him go!
Speaking of his opponent, Director Xu's expression seemed to change his face, becoming gritted teeth and hated him, blocking his political future, and it was even more unacceptable than digging his ancestral grave.
Bang, Lushan slapped the table with his fat hand: There are such a rampant counter-revolutionary masses, don’t worry, I will do this at a meeting on Monday, and I will send a working group to your factory to investigate and research.
Thank you Director Lu, thank you Director Lu, I am your orderly soldier. You asked me to go east, but I will never go west. If you asked me to go to the mountain of swords and sea of fire, I will go to the mountain of swords and sea of fire. This is the voice of all the revolutionary masses in our canning factory. Please check the results of our labor.
Xu Gangyi was not strong at all. He nodded like pounding garlic and was about to kneel down and kowtow. Finally, he placed the sack standing beside him on the wall.
Listening to Xu Gangyi's words of loyalty, Lushan didn't move. He just glanced at the sack, did not stop him, and nodded: OK, then I'll check your daily work to see if you are solid or not. I'll call you here again. There's another thing I've called you this time. A few days ago, the Political Department of the Military received a document from your Revolutionary Committee, saying that it was a comrade from the Military Department. Her father worked in your factory. He used to be an officer of the Kuomintang. He has been labeled as a counter-revolutionary by you?
Report to Director Lu, is there such a thing? Wang Zhenying's origin, everyone in the factory knows it.
Xu Gangyi was a little upset when he couldn't figure out what Lushan meant. Could it be that this was another old classmate of Wang Zhenying?
Lu Shan moved his chair and leaned against the table, then said: Well, you are doing well in Xiamen. Xiamen needs to prepare for war at any time. There are many spies and spies. You must not let such counter-revolutionaries hide among the masses. This may involve other comrades in the army. Please give me a detailed introduction to the situation.
yes!
Wang Mingqing and Liu Hong have been married for many years and have not had children. Three women of all sizes naturally slept in on weekends and barely got out of bed until 11 o'clock.
Although the sun and temperature are very comfortable today, Ma Mingming and Xu Linshan still choose to stay in the house. In natural terms, you two should go out to breathe some turbid political air.
Liu Hong dug a piece of lard, fryed a box of lunch meat and half a dozen eggs, plus strawberry jam and toast I bought yesterday, and combined the breakfast and lunch to form a brunch
There was a small plate in front of Ma Mingming than the other two. She poured some soy sauce in it, sprinkled with a little white sugar, stirred it evenly, and then dipped it in the fried egg.
Xu Linshan saw this way of eating for the first time, and couldn't help but joke: Obviously, you are even more capitalist lady Ah! Eggs are already good enough, and you also add soy sauce and white sugar, which is a waste!
Dad said this was what his father taught him. He learned that he had been studying in Shanghai. Dad always eats fried eggs. He said that the texture will be much richer. If there is no soy sauce and white sugar, he would rather not eat it and come and try it. It is really delicious.
After Ma Mingming finished speaking, he pushed the little disc between her and Xu Linshan.
Xu Linshan tried dipping it, and it was sweet, salty and rich in the mouth, so it tasted better. He sighed: I have always envied you. Uncle Ma is much more interesting than my father. He never allowed us to eat these Western things at home. I can only read a few Western novels under the guise of you who can only read a few books. It's boring.
Liu Hong couldn't help but interrupt when she heard this: Why did she say that after so long, she had been in contact with Political Commissar Ma, and she found that he was really an amazing person with such good knowledge and cultivation. She was more than enough to be a professor in the Department of History and Philosophy at Nanjing University. Who would have thought that he was a general who had participated in so many wars?
I heard from my father that this was said. He said that when Jinan was liberated in 1948, the 74th Division reorganized by the Kuomintang had seven companies guarding the post and telecommunications building. The fortifications were solid and they were all dead and hard elements, causing great casualties. One division commander was hit by artillery shells. Later, Uncle Ma and the people from the teaching group rushed over. Seeing this scene, he took the submachine gun directly in the rain of bullets and rushed in. In the end, he took it down.
Xu Linshan told this story with intoxication and longing for it
Ma Mingming's expression was a little sad, and he took a big breath before speaking: Jinan is always different for his father, because his grandfather died there, and he heard from his uncle that after the battle in Jinan, his father went to the Hou family compound where his grandfather was killed, and knelt there all night, and finally fainted on the ground before being taken away by his comrades.
Xu Linshan held his cheeks with both hands and fell into deep thought
What did you ask me to come out?
Ding Ding, I...I just want to see you too much
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