Princess Jing'an's Mansion.
After a busy day, when Du Heng came back, it was already dark. Princess Jing'an was still busy in the kitchen. Du Heng changed his clothes and went into the kitchen. He was very surprised when he saw Princess Jing'an busy going in and out. Sorry: "Axiu, is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes," Princess Jing'an smiled at him, "You will be delicious in a while. Eat as much as you can, it will be a big help to me."
Du Heng felt as if he had been hit by an arrow in the pit of his heart, but it was a gentle arrow. Not only was the arrow smeared with honey, but it was also mixed with oil. Du Heng felt that his whole body was extremely sweet.
He hugged Princess Jing'an from behind and rested his chin on Princess Jing'an's shoulder, like a clingy mangy dog: "Axiu, I really miss you."
Princess Jing'an chuckled, still holding the three hot strips in her hand, and said softly to Du Heng: "It's the last dish, that's it. Let's have a good drink and watch the New Year together."
"Okay, let's watch the New Year together," Du Heng was really panicking. He felt that the sweetness was about to overflow. He had to do something. At that moment, he pinched Princess Jing'an's chin and kissed her. The Princess of Jing'an made love and gave up, "Axiu, I have lived for thirty-seven years, and this is the first time that a woman is busy celebrating the New Year. Axiu, I feel... I feel very comfortable... Very happy…”
Du Heng's voice was a little choked. During the twelve years in southern Xinjiang, he followed Lu Zhishan and his iron-blooded life was a heroic and heroic life without any regrets in his life. However, it was also an arduous and tragic life. How many brothers died in a foreign country, and how many brothers died in a foreign country. Soldiers died on the battlefield. Every New Year's Eve, there seem to be fewer people around them. Every New Year's Eve, there seem to be many new faces around them.
Coming and going, life and death, this was the true nature of the battlefield. He got used to it early in the morning, but he still felt lonely and desolate. At that time, he didn't know how long this battle would last. At that time, he didn't know who the brothers around him were. Will fall down. At that time, he doesn't know if he can survive until the next New Year's Eve...
Today, he is in the prosperous place of the capital, ranking among the highest ranking officials. Not only that, he is also holding the most beautiful woman in the world in his arms.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because of the hardships and sufferings of those years, and also for the many brothers who stayed in southern Xinjiang forever.
At this moment, he was happy and sad.
Princess Jing'an seemed to understand Du Heng's feelings very well, and she no longer worked on the plate of hot silk in her hand. She turned around, hugged Du Heng, and pressed Du Heng into her neck, like a mother comforting her sad child. He kept kissing Du Heng's forehead and said softly: "Du Heng, let's live a good life, live this year well, live every new year well, and even more, live every day well."
"Well, we are all fine," Du Heng said softly, rubbing the crook of Princess Jing'an's neck. When he raised his head, he was obviously a little embarrassed. He sniffed covertly and lifted it from the table. He took the plate of hot fried shredded pork and asked Princess Jing'an, "Is it ready?"
"The sesame oil hasn't been added yet," Princess Jing'an said, taking the sesame oil from the table and pouring it on, then smiled at Du Heng, "It's ready now."
"Then let's go have New Year's Eve dinner now," Du Heng held the hot pancakes in one hand and led Princess Jing'an out of the kitchen with the other. "Axiu, let me tell you, I have been starving for a long time. It has not been until lunch." Haven’t eaten yet.”