Chapter 984 Crying of Happiness

Regardless of what happened to Division Commander Cheerchenkov, who was afraid of being beaten when he returned home, Malashenko, who drove there himself without calling Iushkin, rushed to the airport entrance and saw the little girl who had been waiting behind the checkpoint for a long time.

"Hey, can I get rid of her in this life? I really doubt it."

Malashenko muttered softly and stepped out of the car, while Anya, who had been waiting outside the checkpoint for a long time, was happy like a kitten who had seen her owner, tiptoed to wave and shout to Malashenko, fearing that the man she loved could not see her.

"Comrade Brigade Commander! Here, Anya, I'm here!"

When the young lieutenant guarding the checkpoint saw that Comrade Malashenko had returned, he immediately called on the people around him to move the roadblock away without saying a word.

Without this last obstacle, Anya was a little girl, not a disciplined soldier. She didn't care whether the sentry had let her go or not, and ran all the way to the man who was very close to her at her fastest speed.

"I'm so happy! Comrade Brigade Commander, I caught up, even faster than the plane! Right?"

Malashenko, wearing a colonel's winter uniform coat, didn't know how to answer for a while. Feeling the warmth of the beauty in his arms and the lively and cheerful words, his hands hung in the air for a long time before slowly resting on Anya's back, gently hugging this girl who was less than 20 years old.

"If I knew you were coming, I would definitely wait for you in the brigade headquarters. Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Malashenko finally spoke, and Anya, who must have been waiting for a long time, finally raised her head from the long-lost embrace.

"But I want to give you a surprise, comrade brigade commander, isn't it right for me to do this?"

Whether a girl under 20 years old lied in love or not, for an old hand like Malashenko, it was a final exam question that was simpler than one plus one equals how many.

It was estimated that it must be a married sister or best friend around Anya who gave her the advice.

Malashenko sighed and had to admit that Anya, who was just beginning to fall in love, was indeed trying her best to take her first love seriously.

But what about me? Who knows how the story will develop later? The history of World War II did not write about how a Soviet hero named Malashenko fell in love, which was impossible to predict.

"Forget it, let's talk about the future later. Who knows how long this head can live with it on the belt, at least I can still accompany her now."

Malashenko sighed softly, raised his right hand on his own initiative, and then gently scratched Anya's nose, which was facing him with a puzzled look on her face.

"Comrade Brigade Commander is very surprised, is that enough?"

Looking at the reward-like smile on Malashenko's face, Anya finally confirmed that her efforts were not in vain.

"Comrade Platoon Leader, you just stopped me from passing, isn't it a bit uh?"

Regardless of what Anya, who was overjoyed, was thinking at this moment, the only thing that can be confirmed is that the expression on the face of the young second lieutenant was quite wonderful.

"Shut up! How do I know that she is Comrade Malashenko's lover! If you knew, why didn't you remind me just now!?"

The Red Army soldier who kindly reminded but was scolded shrank his head and stopped talking. The cold wind in the air seemed to be even more biting, and his neck was a little cold. He covered his collar tightly first.

It must be said that the wind at the airport was indeed a bit loud, so loud that Malashenko, who had good ears, didn't hear the whispers on the side.

"Comrade Brigade Commander, I have something for you!"

"One thing?"

Malachenko, who had already let go of his hands, looked at Anya in front of him fiddling with the small bag she brought with her. It seemed that there was something very extraordinary in the small bag, which was worth Anya putting in the bottom layer of the insurance to protect it well.

"What could it be?"

Malachenko, who had already started playing the guessing game in his heart, did not get the answer quickly, because Anya had learned more than one trick from her good sisters and besties in the hospital.

"Close your eyes, comrade brigade commander."

"Okay, I'll follow your command."

Although it is a very old-fashioned way of dating, especially for Malachenko, who is already a master in the 21st century, Malachenko still has to try his best to look forward to it to cooperate with the little girl's game.

Isn't the so-called happiness of love just like this?

Malachenko, who honestly closed his eyes, stood there with his iron tower-like body of more than 1.9 meters, motionless.

Anya, who was just over 1.7 meters tall, seemed to be struggling, but it might be because she was not proficient enough in her unfamiliar movements.

In short, Malashenko, who lost his vision but retained his physical sense of touch, did feel something, and then leaned forward slightly to lower his neck, low enough for Anya to reach.

"It's done! Comrade Brigade Commander! Open your eyes now!"

Amid Anya's cheerful and slightly expectant tone, Malashenko quietly opened his eyes.

Looking down at the light gray scarf on his neck, Malashenko was indeed a little surprised to reach out and gently touch the soft texture.

"Very beautiful, Anya, both you and this scarf."

Compared to the quiet and sweet Natalia, Anya left the biggest impression on Malashenko of the passion and persistent pursuit of love.

But after hearing Malashenko's simple words, Anya, who was originally enthusiastic and generous, quietly lowered her head. Malashenko, who tilted her head slightly, could see that the girl's face was heating up quickly.

"I knitted it myself. It may not be very good, but Comrade Brigade Commander, will you like it?"

Malashenko, smiling, did not speak, but once again lowered his posture, wearing the scarf he had just put on, and quietly put his head close to Anya's ear.

"I like both, I mean the scarf and the girl"

Malashenko remembered the scene of parting with Anya's eyes shining with crystal until he got on the plane.

But what surprised Malashenko was that Anya, who knew that she was going on vacation and had a lot of free time, watched him get on the plane and finally left without any verbal or physical retention. Although Malashenko could see from those crystal eyes that the girl's true state of mind was definitely not completely like this.

But, this might be the most dazzling shining point of Anya.

After all, which man doesn't like a reasonable woman who can think for himself, instead of throwing tantrums and making endless troubles?

Being considerate is the most powerful killer weapon against men.

Unfortunately, in the later era when the female master style boxing was already popular, how many of the spit-tant green tea who just shouted that they met scumbags all day long understood this? I'm afraid that even if they understood, they would not do it at all?

Anya, this little girl, really has too strong advantages that 99% of men can't give up, Malashenko thought in his sigh while leaning on the seat in the cabin.

But what Malashenko didn't know was that Anya, who knew clearly that Malashenko already had a fiancée, sat in the car and cried and laughed with tears of happiness all the way back.

She laughed because Anya felt that her efforts were finally recognized and rewarded, and all her efforts were not in vain.

She cried because Anya really missed the brigade commander's half-month vacation, and it would be great if she could spend even half a day with him.

But she knew very well that this half-month vacation did not belong to her, but to another beautiful girl who missed her distant fiancé. Knowing all this, Anya really restrained her thoughts.

This was not for anything else, but because Anya put herself in his shoes and felt that the brigade commander must also miss his distant fiancée in the same way, that's all.

The inadvertent little decision brought deep memories and subtle influences to the hearts of both people.

As for the future?

Let's see how fate plans to write it.