Chapter 1950 "Welcome Home, Dear."

Chapter 1950 "Welcome home, dear. Read"

Malokov left Malashenko alone and looked at the back of the car going away. Malashenko, who had been sent to the door of his house, suddenly smiled with his luggage on his shoulders.

"This kid is quite loyal. He arranged everything clearly for me. He is worthy of being the apprentice brought up by Comrade Political Commissar."

It is indeed as Malashenko said. Malokov is really loyal in dealing with Malashenko's personal relationship.

There is Comrade Political Commissar to take care of him on the front line, and there is Malokov to take over when he returns home.

Malashenko also understood that the master and apprentice have taken care of many aspects of his life and work. The difference is that one is on the front line and the other is in the rear.

It was noon when Malashenko came back. People were still working at this time. Even the earliest people who got off work had to wait for several hours, and basically no one was at home.

The apartment building that the superior arranged for Natalia was exceptionally quiet. Although the yellow walls looked a bit old, if you took a walk around Moscow, you would find that this was already a pretty good living condition.

After all, the war years had not yet passed, and everything was based on the premise of supplying the war. Moreover, Moscow had suffered a crazy bombing by the German army a few years ago, so it was normal that the house looked a little old and had not been repaired.

Carrying the luggage, he followed the location of his home in his memory all the way up to the fifth floor and came to the door of the room. Malashenko raised his hand and knocked on the door gently, but did not wait for a response. He estimated that Natalia should not be at home at this time, so he simply reached out his hand and opened the door.

"Well, it seems that no one is home."

The furnishings in the room were basically the same as when Malashenko left last time. The whole room was well-organized and spotless. This was indeed Natalia's style.

He casually dropped his luggage at the door, took off the tank major general dress cap on his head, and hung it on the hanger at the door.

It was also when he was hanging the cap that Malashenko discovered that there was a set of Natalia's military uniform with a skirt hanging on the hanger, which inevitably made Comrade Lao Ma, who was eager to miss his wife, "itch to move".

"Damn, I really can't wait to see her."

Comrade Lao Ma, who was lifting his wife's clothes hanging on the hanger, sighed for a while in his heart, and suddenly felt like a pervert for no reason. He suddenly retracted his hand and couldn't help wondering that he seemed to always have an inexplicable hobby for Natalia's military uniform. Don't be a fucking weird XP awakening.

"Forget it, I'll wait for someone to come back. There's no point in touching clothes."

I have nothing to do but wander around the house.

Malachenko first wandered to the kitchen and looked around. He found that there was some leftover bread on the plate, which was probably Natalia's unfinished breakfast.

Malachenko, who hadn't had time to eat lunch yet, felt hungry when he saw the food.

Malachenko had long been accustomed to eating cold food on the battlefield. He didn't care about so much and just reached out to grab the bread on the plate and put it into his mouth. He ate up the leftover bread on the plate in a few big mouthfuls. At the end, he had to pinch the remaining bread crumbs on the plate with his fingers and sucked them up. He really ate it all up, without even leaving any crumbs.

"Hmm, delicious! It's the taste of my wife's cooking."

After barely putting down his malice by eating something, Malashenko walked out of the kitchen and went to the bedroom and sat down beside the bed.

The bedroom of the house is designed to face the sun, and the lighting is just right, not too strong or too weak. It can be said to be one of the best-lit houses in this apartment building.

The window sill is located next to the bed. It is the kind of design that allows you to get up early in the morning and the sun is within your reach, which will definitely put you in a good mood early in the morning.

The bedside table is located under the window sill and next to the bed. On it are a table lamp, Natalia's usual drinking cup, and a small wooden photo frame.

When he came back last time, Malashenko remembered that there seemed to be no photo frame here. What kind of photo would be in this photo frame immediately aroused the interest of Comrade Lao Ma.

"What photo is it? "

Malachenko guessed as he reached out and picked up the photo frame, placed it in front of him and looked at it. He found that the photo in it was the photo of him taking a stroll in the park with Natalia when he went home last time.

Malachenko still remembered that there happened to be a reporter from the newspaper taking photos and recording people's lives in the park that day. He happened to meet General Malachenko and his fiancée who were out in casual clothes. There is no reason to miss such a good opportunity. Although the saying "traffic is king" does not exist in this year, at least we have to make our own newspapers and magazines more popular with the public, right?

And Malachenko is undoubtedly the most popular "popular star" among the general public. The excited newspaper reporter hurried forward, hoping that Malachenko would give authorization and allow himself to take pictures and use them. In return, the developed photos will be given to Natalia for free as a commemorative collection to record this rare and beautiful moment in the war years.

"Dear, this proposal is so good, shall we agree to it?"

Malachenko, who is more than 1.9 meters tall and looks like a moving human iron tower, smiled when he heard the words, and caressed Natalia's head, who is only 1.7 meters tall and much shorter than him, and then nodded silently with a smile and agreed.

Seeing this photo again today, Malachenko couldn't help but recall the memories of the past.

The sun was bright and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Natalia wore a light blue dress and brushed her long hair behind her. Malachenko took off his long-lost military uniform and wore a jacket, shirt, and trousers that were no different from the workers' daily lives, plus a peaked cap in the style of Comrade Lenin. Walking hand in hand like this really looked particularly matched.

Natalia in the photo smiled sweetly, and behind her was the sparkling lake with sunlight. The man she was holding seemed to be the only pillar in her small world. Such a photo brought Malachenko only those infinite beautiful colorful memories.

"I hope I can live until the end of the war, and stay with her until the end of her life."

With a photo on his chest, Malashenko, who was half lying on the bed and only intended to rest for a while, fell asleep again. The non-stop work of teaching people right after returning from the front line had indeed made our old comrade Ma exhausted and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

When he woke up again, Malashenko, who barely opened his eyes with sleep, saw that the sun outside the window had already set at dusk.

Realizing that he had definitely slept for a long time, Malashenko subconsciously turned his head and prepared to sit up with his back straight. He found a delicate and familiar face, who was moving a chair and sitting quietly in front of the bed as usual, just doing nothing with his loving eyes and smiling, staring at him for a long time until he woke up.

"Welcome home, dear."