Chapter 2977 Waving Goodbye

Seeing the little girl looking around, Malashenko wondered if she was coming for him.

He hadn't promised the little girl that he would come to see her off, and he hadn't even mentioned it at all. It was just a spur of the moment decision to leave a connection for the future.

Who was this girl waiting for, looking around?

Malashenko couldn't guess, but it didn't matter. He straightened his clothes and walked forward.

He didn't expect that Iushkin, who was always talking nonsense, would make fun of him at this time.

"I won't go. I'll wait for you here, so I won't get in your way and become a light bulb."

""

Malashenko, who had just walked out a few steps, suddenly turned back. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to kill people, and Iushkin, who was still laughing the last second, shuddered all over.

Even if the commander didn't say anything, it was enough to remind the gunner of "the good times of sweeping toilets and removing feces".

"I didn't say anything. I wish you a safe journey! Commander!"

Feeling frightened, Iushkin wilted. Malashenko, who didn't care about these trivial matters, continued to move forward and strode towards his goal.

Soon, the figure waiting on the edge of the airport runway in the spring breeze noticed a familiar figure whose height was hard to ignore walking towards him.

The sweet smile that was revealed in an instant was clearly visible. To be honest, he didn't think he was so charming, but Malashenko, who was still a little bit worried, had come to this point, and could only continue to move forward with his head held high until he came to the front of the beautiful figure.

"Good morning, Mr. General, are you here to see someone off at the airport?"

"Ahem, um, that"

At this time, his English, which was extremely fluent in the past, suddenly stuttered a little. After a pause to hide his embarrassment, Malashenko quickly continued to speak.

"I'm here to see a friend off. What about you? Miss Jill, are you planning to leave and go back home? You look like you're waiting for someone, right?"

As long as it doesn't involve his official duties, Malashenko is still very willing to express himself in a gentlemanly way, rather than the simple and practical way on the battlefield.

Moreover, facing such a beautiful girl, dressing up neatly and decently is also a basic etiquette for dealing with the opposite sex.

"Yes, I'm waiting for a friend. Although he didn't say it, I guess he will definitely come to see me off. I can't let him be disappointed, so I've been waiting for him until he comes."

The two people are out of tune with each other, seemingly "carelessly" answering each other's questions as if they met by chance.

I know that this little girl is not a young girl who has just begun to fall in love, but our old comrade Ma is not a novice who licks pictures and glues all day long.

When I was "dominant" at Moscow University in my previous life, you were an old woman with all your teeth lost. How can I lose to you?

Malashenko smiled calmly and said nothing. He made an invitation gesture and went ahead.

The plane engine had not started yet, and there was still some time before the scheduled take-off time. It was not impossible to play with this little girl in this little time.

"So, he should have a good relationship with you, right?"

The spring breeze in the early morning was still a little cold, blowing on the face, pleasant and refreshing, not to make people sleepy or tired.

Walking together on the lawn of the airport, not far away from the lawn that was pitted by the war, there was even a FW190 fighter wreckage that had not been cleaned up yet. The oil had been drained and the ammunition had been unloaded, so there was no danger of fire and explosion.

However, such a picture of lawn, spring, and war coexisting is quite rare.

Walking in such a place is also a way to cultivate sentiment, not to mention that there is a beautiful woman around.

"Well, not really. I want to have a good relationship with him, but unfortunately we are just ordinary friends so far."

"Ha~"

Gill's answer is quite interesting. Malashenko continued to walk forward with his hands in his pockets, and did not forget to respond while walking and talking.

"You want to take it one step further with him? What would that be like?"

Malashenko could probably guess what the little girl was thinking, and it was also considered to be intentional to lead the topic. What the little girl would answer next was what people cared about.

"Want to be his lover, or boyfriend and girlfriend? In short, I just want to be with him, as long as he can be by my side, that's fine."

""

Well, what you say comes true, it's better to say that my buddy fell into the hands of the traffickers.

Malashenko wanted to lead the topic, but the topic was inadvertently hit by Jill. Malashenko felt that even if he didn't ask this, the little girl probably wanted to say this, but it was also a confirmation of his guess, so it wasn't a waste of time.

"There are no benches here, it's not even close to being a couple's park. You don't mind the limited conditions, right?"

If there are no park benches, then sit on the plane wreckage. Malashenko walked with Jill to the wreckage of the FW190 fighter, took the initiative to invite him, and took the lead in sitting on the wing wreckage.

He tilted his head to take a look at the German corpse in the cockpit without any smell, and then patted the wing next to him with relief to signal the lady to sit down.

"Do you choose this kind of place to date with girls?"

"Huh? Girls???"

Now it was Lao Ma's turn to be a little confused. Seeing Jill sitting next to him, he answered more or less like "pretending to be confused".

"Where can there be girls? I am a diesel man with his head in his waistband and driving a walking tractor all day long. How can a girl from such an unsentimental family like me?"

The IS7 is also a walking tractor after all. I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with saying that.

Seeing that Malashenko was so "shameless", Gil simply spoke openly and was not to be outdone.

"What about the nurse named Anya? Don't you have a fiancée in Moscow? Is it because you are unfaithful to love? Or is it that your fiancée has become a yellow-faced woman and is no longer to your liking?"

""

Oh shit! How did this little girl know Anya? What big mouth leaked all this to me? Damn it!

Malashenko, who originally thought that Jill didn't know about this, was somewhat surprised. He didn't say anything about the surprise. He was also added so many questions by this little girl's mouth like a machine gun. It seemed that " I really did not give her the wrong label of "strong personality".

"Okay, you're right, I admit it. Now I love them both at the same time. I was confused in the past but it's different now. I can't solve the problem by just running away. No matter what, I will try my best to do what I should do. , try your best, and we will talk about the future later, time will witness many things, including feelings. "

"What if instead of two, there are three?"

"What"

Jill didn't speak. Malashenko, who had looked serious just now, was a little at a loss now, but he couldn't guess what this little girl would say next.

"You know? This is the first time I have confessed to a man. You are the first to the man I like."

""

The silent person became Malashenko. Although this was expected, but to be honest, Malashenko originally planned to break the issue himself. Some words were more appropriate for a man to say, but he did not expect that. This little girl Jill can get a head start.

"Actually, I was very disgusted with you at first, when I accidentally learned that you had a fiancée and you were having fun outside. I thought you didn't respect women, just like the father I hated since I was a child. Virtue.”

"But when I realized that I liked the person I originally wanted to hate, it was too late."

"I started to reminisce, to daydream, and to try to remember every bit of our time together. I would even write it down to slowly savor it. I would follow my memory and use the words to recall those times, the time I spent with you. time."

"Honestly, after graduating from college and working for many years, after traveling to many places and seeing many people and things, I have come to understand some things."

"The world's top resources, power, and wisdom are all in the hands of you men. Just like the moon is always the brightest and the stars are just a foil, people will always follow their instinct to pay attention to and be attracted by more dazzling things. ”

"I will often tell myself, he already has so many suitors and admirers, why should I join them again? But my God, I found that reason can't defeat emotion, at least not this time. I even I even dream about you, I force myself to forget but I just can’t.”

"Later, I gave up and gave up trying to forget you."

"Maybe it's because you are so real, not so far away, but so touchable and permeating every aspect of my life and work. I began to want to accept it all, but I was afraid that I would Lost, how should I face the next thing after losing it? I don’t know.”

"But you have it now, people don't live in the past and future but in the present, don't they?"

Malashenko, who knew it was time to say something by himself, took the initiative to speak. It was not easy for the little girl to be brave enough to say something like this. All he had to do next was to leave it to him.

"I heard that couples in New York hold hands when dating? I don't know if I know enough about American love."

Watching Malashenko leave the wing and come to him, leaning slightly forward and offering his right hand, Gil, who was very troubled and annoyed just a few seconds ago, finally smiled, quite sweet and sincere. sincere.

"Well understood, gentleman."

Just walking hand in hand on the way back to the runway, recalling every moment since they met, Malashenko, who was sighing at the magic of fate, could not help but speak quietly.

"We may not see each other again for a long time after this farewell. If you suddenly change your mind and don't like me, a diesel man who drives a walking tractor, remember to write to me and let me know. Lest I end up with the bankrupt homeless people on the streets of New York. Like Han, he is thinking about what his little lover is doing at the moment. "

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and vice versa for women.

Gil, who didn't think there was anything wrong with Malashenko's words, was made to giggle. The little hand holding Comrade Ma's hand was a little twitching. He walked for more than ten steps before finally still smiling. He said happily.

"Actually, I really hope that one day you can drive your big tractor to confess your love to me. Even if I know that is impossible, I will always think of you jumping down from the turret, coming to me, stretching your arms. Come and say to me, "Honey, I'll take you home." Don't you think this is wonderful? "

"Driving a tank to pick you up? Oh, driving a tank on the streets of New York, and a Soviet tank. Honey, do you know that this can scare the President of the United States to the point of rolling off the bed, and it is not impossible that he will poop in his pants on the spot."

"Hahaha——"

There was another burst of laughter that almost made Jill fall forward and backward. She felt that she had never been so happy in a while. I am afraid that she laughed more in just a moment than in the past month.

For a couple, walking hand in hand on a long road will seem short, and time seems to pass in a flash.

Finally, holding each other's hands, they came to the runway together. A US Lockheed C-69 "Constellation" transport plane that had been converted from a passenger plane seat had started its engine and rotated its propeller. Jill's colleagues were boarding the plane one after another, and there were only a few people left on the runway.

"It seems that it's time to say goodbye. Are you ready?"

Good times are always short, but Jill, who said her last goodbye to Malashenko, still had something to do.

"You said before that you might retire and live an ordinary life after the war."

"You know what? You can actually change your environment. When you take off your military uniform, you can come to the United States. We can buy a small farm together and live our own lives. Golden fields and folk music, plus a small truck that is not so shabby but a little old. We can go to the haystack to watch the sunset together. This is a life full of hope, right?"

When being with the person you love deeply, the affectionate girl can't help but imagine the future of the two.

Malashenko knows this and can understand it, but some things are not as simple as beautiful hopes after all.

"I think I should say sorry, dear."

"I am used to a simple and poor life. The materialistic capitalist world is not suitable for me. This has nothing to do with the relationship between us. You are a good girl, sincere, kind and brave. If I were born in the United States and you look up to me, it would be a blessing for me, Malashenko, to have eight children with you in my eight lifetimes."

"I believe we will see each other again, so it's just "goodbye" instead of "goodbye forever", okay?"

It can be expected that this may be the result, so it doesn't seem difficult to hide the loss, but Jill's next unpredictable action really surprised Comrade Lao Ma.

Um--

Bo--

Jill is a tall girl who can make more than 70% of men unable to take their eyes off.

Just like that, the girl stepped on his hard-toed boots and stood on tiptoe, and forced a deep kiss on his mouth.

Malashenko, with two slender arms hooked around his neck, this deep kiss seemed longer than a century.

Slowly moving away from the lips that had never been rejected, his arms still hooked around his lover's neck, looking at each other at a distance where he could feel her breathing.

While looking at Malashenko affectionately for the last time, there were also the final words before parting.

"I think I have remembered it and will not forget it"

The girl left very resolutely, leaving only a distant back for people to watch.

And when the sight that could not help but look back again, from the end of the boarding stairs and the entrance of the cabin, in the direction of coming again, what he saw was a familiar figure that had walked briskly and arrived at the bottom of the boarding stairs.

"Keep it, it's a gift for your first date."

The result was of course good, and the girl also accepted the "gift" with a smile, waved to her lover and left.

Only Comrade Ma, who gave a gift and left a heart, looked at the Lockheed C-69 "Constellation" that was really beautiful in shape and soared into the sky. He couldn't help but touch his hair that was blown by the wind, and stood on the side of the runway like a firecracker and sighed.

"This should be the lieutenant general's uniform hat with the shortest service time, right? Man, this is another world record."