Arc of Gunfire

On Wang Zhong's side, he was immersed in memories, humming a song while recalling his war history, and the corners of his eyes began to get wet as he recalled it.

But after all, a man won't shed tears easily, so he stopped recalling them abruptly.

He turned to look at Lyudmila, only to find that the girl was already wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Wang Zhong was embarrassed: "Uh... don't cry."

Lyudmila: "I cried for you because I saw you were so sentimental but couldn't cry."

"I'm okay, actually." Wang Zhong scratched his head.

He wanted to stand up from the window sill, but Lyudmila held him back.

The girl looked at him and said softly: "You can rely on me more. When I first arrived in Shostka, as soon as I heard the news that Uncle Connie was martyred, I cried so hard that I couldn't move. Later, I heard Nellie say, You walked to the end of the platform and looked like you were going to cry at any moment.”

Wang Zhong smiled: "Does Nellie think I looked like this at that time? I was really looked down upon by him."

However, Lyudmila gently touched his face with her hand: "No, I don't think Neli looks down on you, because I feel the same way. Alyosha, let it out when it's time to vent. After I cried last time , the feeling is completely different.

"After I came here, I cleaned up Uncle Connie's study and found that he had hidden the painting I drew for him when he was a child in the bookshelf. I looked at the painting and then at Uncle Connie's portrait, and I didn't cry again. . It seems that the sadness has gone away with that cry, and only the good memories are left.

"I think you should give it a try."

Wang Zhong stared into Lyudmila's eyes and read concern and love in them.

He suddenly realized that the girl might feel guilty because she had been crying and failed to comfort him the day the news came.

So Wang Zhong said, okay, but you have to lend yourself to me, sitting like this.

He pulled Lyudmila to sit on a stool, then knelt in front of the girl and buried his face in her arms.

When Wang Zhong played the game "Elden's Ring", he especially liked to let the character he controlled go to the dead girl to ask for a hug.

In fact, the benefit given by a hug was better than nothing. Wang Zhong just wanted a hug.

Lyudmila was surprised at first, but soon she held Wang Zhong's head with both hands and gently stroked his hair.

Wang Zhong became intoxicated, and his dream for many years finally came true.

Then Lyudmila said: "I see, you did this to Her Royal Highness this morning."

...Do you still remember it?

Lyudmila: "It's my fault. I'll wait for you to wake up every morning from now on, okay?"

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and replied: "Okay."

Lyudmila: "You can cry, I will accept everything, and tears and snot can be wiped on my clothes, and no one will know."

After Lyudmila said this, Wang Zhong really wanted to give it a try, but in the end the man's boring pride took over.

Wang Zhong heard a heavenly king singing in his ears: It is not a sin for a man to cry...

But I just couldn’t cry.

Wang Zhong heard Liu Xia chuckle, not only chuckled, but also felt the air in her chest when she laughed.

"Alyosha," she said, and the resonance in her chest made her voice seem to wrap around Wang Zhong as she spoke, "My Alyosha, stubborn and strong."

Wang Zhong raised his hand and put it around Lyudmila's waist.

It was such an intimate gesture, but Wang Zhong didn't have any evil thoughts.

He suddenly remembered a saying that if you are holding a super beautiful and sexy girl but don't want to have sex with her, then you either like the man or you are in love.

Wang Zhong carefully examined his heart and realized that he probably didn't like men, so he was in love.

I don't know how long it took, but he stood up: "Okay, okay, go to sleep."

Lyudmila looked at him with a high face: "Tonight you scolded the band leader, tomorrow I don't know what they will write in the newspaper to blame you."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows: "That's not true, the church is watching. Are they not afraid of being treated as spies by the church?"

Lyudmila shrugged.

Wang Zhong threw away his clothes and lay down on the bed to get ready for sleep.

Lyudmila stood beside him and looked at him with a half-smile: "Did you forget something?"

Wang Zhong frowned: "Look at the atmosphere, do you want it at this time? Don't sleep...what are you doing! Hey!"

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Early the next morning, as soon as Wang Zhong opened his eyes, he habitually touched to the side, and this time he touched someone.

"Are you awake?" Lyudmila's voice came, "You slept so well, I didn't even have time to do my morning lessons this morning!"

Wang Zhong: "Morning class?"

"Yes, a little secret to staying beautiful. Come on, do you want a hug?"

"want."

Just then Nelly opened the door and came in.

She glanced at it, then silently exited and closed the door.

Wang Zhong: "Nellie, come in, it's okay, we're done."

Neli opened the door and came in, frowning and looking at Wang Zhong: "Do you want to prepare hedgehog meat?"

Wang Zhong: "Hedgehog meat? Why?"

Then he realized that hedgehog meat is aphrodisiac from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine. It seems that some men have nosebleeds immediately after eating it.

Wang Zhong: "Don't get me wrong! We are not finished!"

Lyudmila also helped: "Yes, he is fine. This morning just allowed him to bid farewell to his weak self and become the iron-faced general."

"Major General." Wang Zhong corrected, "Major General is quite good."

If you become the commander of Yebao, you can also become the president.

Nellie said "Hey" and went straight to the point: "A cardinal from the church came over this morning and sent a schedule. It was a schedule for state funerals and public sacrifices. It marked the links that you, young master, need to attend, and marked them. When and where to go. Also..."

Lyudmila suddenly smiled: "Nellie, why did you start working as a housekeeper? Where is Mikhail?"

"He said that he is the butler of Duke Rokosov, not Duke Charon. Your duke's canonization document has arrived this morning, but His Majesty the Tsar is unable to see the matter, so the canonization ceremony cannot be held for the time being, so it has not officially taken effect. "

Nelly paused and said, "You should find a housekeeper of your own."

Wang Zhong: "It's so troublesome."

Lyudmila: "Not only do you need to find your own housekeeper, but you also need a female official who is responsible for managing female servants, that is, the head maid, and..."

Wang Zhong: "Can't Neli do it?"

Nellie: "I'm not even a maid. The Duke's head maid needs to be at least a state lady."

Wang Zhong: "Fuck your rank, I say you are who you are, that's it. As for the housekeeper...is it OK for Gregory?"

Neli and Lyudmila shouted together: "No!"

Wang Zhong helped his forehead. It was too troublesome and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he broke up with the old society.

Lyudmila: "But now that the war is going on, it's okay to ignore these things for the time being. Let Neli take on the concurrent role, that's fine."

Nelly: "Me?"

Wang Zhong wanted to laugh when he saw Nelly's expression, so he said with the idea of ​​bullying her: "Yes, it's you. Tell me what else you need to do today."

Nellie: "There is an investiture ceremony. His Majesty the Tsar cannot attend, so the Crown Princess will attend on behalf of His Majesty the Tsar. Then there is an invitation for you to participate in the selection of the music to be used in the state funeral."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows.

Lyudmila also frowned: "This invitation... it's better to refuse it. They want to make you look bad, those musicians."

Wang Zhong: "No, go and see what they are doing. The state funeral is the state funeral for my good brother and my father, and the public memorial is the public memorial for countless fallen soldiers. I can't let the indescribable sounds of these bastards be played on such an occasion. !no way."

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August 12, 12 noon, "Ante Modern Music" magazine.

Editor-in-chief Oshanen was preparing for a lunch break and had to attend the selection meeting for music for public sacrifices in the afternoon.

He went downstairs from the office and when he came to the communication room, the receptionist said: "Your Excellency, editor-in-chief, I have an urgent letter from you."

Oshanin stopped and looked inside: "Urgent? Deliver the letter at noon?"

Ant's letters are delivered twice in the morning and evening, and there are almost no deliveries at noon.

"Take a look, Your Excellency, Editor-in-Chief, the sender is a celebrity! Very famous! He might be a prince! So when the postman delivered it, he was speechless!"

Oshanin was shocked: "General Rokossov? He just cursed the leader of the Yebao Orchestra last night, and now he writes a letter to a music magazine?"

The old man in the delivery room had already taken out the letter and put it in the window.

Editor-in-chief Oshanin picked up the letter: "Alexey Konstantinovich Rokossov. It is indeed him... hmm? Military mail? The postmark time is this morning, and the place of origin is Shostka? This What’s going on? Isn’t Rokossov in the capital? He even cursed the band leader last night, and everyone in the music industry knows about it!”

The old man in the reception room spread his hands.

Editor-in-chief Oshanen opened the letter directly.

The old man was shocked: "Are you going to open it like this? No need for a letter opener?"

"There's no sealing wax or family emblem on it, so it's okay." Editor-in-Chief Oshanen took out the letter and unfolded it, "Ah, it's a song. The group leader was very angry last night, although he didn't dare to speak ill of the famous man. , but the attitude is very clear! Let me take a look..."

The editor-in-chief Oshanen has first-class professionalism, but his eyesight is not very good, so he has to hold the letter almost close to his face in order to hum the song to the musical notation——

He stopped.

Old man in the reception room: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure...let me take a closer look." Editor-in-Chief Oshanen took out his glasses from his briefcase, put them on, assumed a standard reading posture, and started reading.

The old man in the reception room craned his neck to see what was going on.

Editor-in-Chief Oshanen read the letter, turned it to the back and found that there was no word, so he turned it back.

Old man in the reception room: "How is it?"

Oshanin turned directly to the stairs and shouted to the editorial office above: "Hey! Editors who can play musical instruments are all going to the music room. Is there Marusin here? Let him go to the music room too."

Malusin poked his head out from the second floor: "Editor-in-Chief, what's wrong? Another contribution from a young man who doesn't know the heights of the world?"

"No, no, no, this time it's fierce." Editor-in-chief Oshanen looked at the song in his hand, "If you sing this song, maybe you will leave your name in history."