Chapter 3223 In the middle of the night, good brothers help each other

Once some things and some words are spoken, it will be much easier to handle next time, just like Malashenko walking in the night with Jill.

"Actually, I've thought a lot about you and me in the past 12 years."

"Oh? It sounds like you are very sure that I have not married anyone else in the past 12 years."

Malashenko, who rarely took a chance to shake his head, replied with a smile.

"What about the result? The result is that my confidence is indeed correct. You being by my side is the best answer."

Comrade Lao Ma is indeed a master of flirting. His words were both joking and yet still affectionate. Gil, who was silhouetted against the moonlight, tightened his grip on Malashenko's hand and turned red in the face. However, he still remained happy. A smile filled with emotion.

Although she is no longer young, her emotional experience has almost stayed where it was 12 years ago, and she does not look like what a strong working woman of this age should look like.

Malashenko, who saw this, sighed secretly. Just thinking about this alone made him understand how Gil had gotten through these 12 years.

I'm afraid, as she said herself, a hat, a few photos, and a thick stack of transatlantic letters that she later lost contact with were probably the only thoughts that Jill could count on in the past 12 years.

"call--"

Hearing his lover holding his hand and walking under the moonlight, feeling the warmth between each other, he sighed softly. Jill, who was curious about what this meant, spoke quietly.

"What are you sighing about?"

"Nothing, just-"

Malashenko, who stopped and turned around, faced Jill, reached out and gently stroked Jill's face and short hair, and then spoke again in a warm tone.

"Thank you, Jill. At this age, I have almost forgotten what that kind of young and shy love feels like, but I see it again in you. Thank you for leaving this feeling to me. "

There are always things that can't be simulated by hypocrisy, coercion and pretentiousness.

Malashenko was convinced that he had found this kind of thing in today's Jill, and of course he was very happy, which was even more mixed with guilt.

If she hadn't formed this indissoluble bond with herself, I'm afraid that Jill's current life would be a successful career, a happy family, and a life that would make some women jealous to the point of claiming "she stole my life."

Brave and determined, loyal and tender.

Jill definitely meets the definition of a perfect lover in the minds of too many men. She loves a man deeply but will not be completely attached to him. Only the soft love will flow like a curve of clear water in their world. Clear and pure.

Facing Malashenko's true confession, Gil, who was already a little shy, quietly lowered his head again, but soon raised his head again and once again raised his hand to grab Malashenko's shirt embroidered with the general's insignia. Collar, Malashenko, who received the manual signal from his lover, could only lower his head knowingly once again.

"Actually, sometimes I think your proposal is quite beautiful."

"Ah? What proposal?"

Gil, who was confused by what Malashenko said, had a question mark on his face, while Malashenko, who continued to walk with him on the moonlight path, smiled and spoke.

"Let's buy a small farm together and live our own life. There are golden fields, folk music, and a small truck that is not so shabby but has some age. Let's go to the haystacks to watch the sunset together. This is It’s a life full of hope.”

"Do you remember who said this?"

The memory of 12 years ago came back as if it were yesterday. Gil, who had never expected Malashenko to say that, was surprised, but then nodded silently with a happy smile.

In exchange, Malashenko still spoke softly with a smile.

"In the past 12 years, I have thought countless times, if I could do this if I was born in the United States, then this life would be worth it."

"If you think about it carefully, if it was really like this back then, you should be the mother of several children now. Pots and pans are clanging, dishes and forks are being washed all day long, and the children are grabbing your apron one by one. "Call Mom, I came back from get off work so tired that I plopped down on the sofa. You probably saw me with a bigger head than the child. I don't have the time to talk about love like I do now."

The essence of love is not romantic love, but pots and pans of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and chicken feathers all over the floor.

Just like Gill's original words, it left Malashenko with the first half of the fantasy of mutual love.

Today, 12 years later, Malashenko also responded with a similar response, which was just to fill in the second half of what can truly be called love for the beautiful fantasy.

It may not sound romantic enough, but the essence of love is not this stuff at all. It is ordinary, ordinary and mutual support of working together, and growing old together through the test of time.

I have never heard of anyone whose love is based on romance for a lifetime. Malashenko, who believed that Jill would understand the meaning, said this because of this trust.

The changes of the years have brought Jill not only success in her career, but also a deeper understanding and desire for family and true love.

One day, I can hear Malashenko speak like this with my own ears, and say such words to myself, which I have always dreamed of saying, and I will personally complete the incomplete fantasy in my heart.

Gil, who could finally feel the sincerity of the one he loved, squeezed Malashenko's hand even tighter, and with a pounding heartbeat, he finally said the words that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time.

"Give me a home, honey. Even if it's just for one night, okay? I want to use this memory to accompany me for the rest of my life."

Malashenko's strolling steps stopped at the next moment, not only because of Gil's words, but also because of a certain general sitting on the bench in front of him, smoking with his legs crossed like a street kid.

"Oh, you two are out for a walk too, what a coincidence. I'm out for a walk too, sorry to disturb you."

"Well, I'm a little sleepy so I'll go back to sleep first. I've arranged a place for you two to rest. It's at the headquarters guest house. Just go directly there. Don't hang around for too long at night. It's easy to catch a cold late at night. Let's do this for now."

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If Malashenko believed Lavrinenko's "so-called coincidence" nonsense, then the front page headline in the newspaper the next day would probably be about an old sow climbing a tree.

However, maybe I need the help of my good brother by chance now, and that should be the case.

Amidst the sound of Lavrinenko's hurried footsteps leaving, Malashenko, who turned his head and raised his hand to lift Gil's collar to avoid the wind, spoke softly.

"Feeling cold?"

Gil himself nodded obediently as Malashenko's hand tightened his collar.

"Yeah a little bit."

"That"

Malashenko, whose other hand was still held by Jill, could feel the warmth that seemed to be getting more and more eager.

Looking up to the direction of the resting place, he could only speak quietly again.

"Let's go, honey."