Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 1950 "Welcome home, dear. Read"

Malokov left Malashenko alone and left. Looking at the car's retreating figure, Malashenko, who had been sent downstairs to his house with his luggage on his shoulders, suddenly smiled.

"This boy is quite loyal. He clearly arranged the whole process for me. He is worthy of being the disciple brought out by Comrade Political Commissar."

Indeed, as Malashenko said, Malokov was really unscrupulous and loyal in his treatment of Malashenko's personal relationship.

There are political commissar comrades taking care of him on the front line, and Malokov takes over when he comes back home.

Malashenko also understood that the master and apprentice took care of many aspects of his life and work. The difference was that one was on the front line and the other was on the rear.

It was noon when Malashenko came back, and people were still working at this time. Even the earliest people had to get off work for several hours, and basically everyone was away from home.

The apartment building arranged for Natalia by her superiors is particularly clean. Although the yellowed walls may look a bit old, if you walk around Moscow, you will find that this is already a pretty good living condition.

After all, the war years have not passed yet, and everything is based on the continuation of the supply war. Moreover, Moscow suffered a crazy bombing by the German army a few years ago, so it is normal that the house looks old and has not been repaired at all.

Carrying the luggage, he followed the location of his home in his memory to the fifth floor and came to the door of the room. Malashenko raised his hand and knocked gently on the door without waiting for a reply. He guessed that Natalia should be there by now. If he wasn't at home, he simply reached out his hand and opened the door.

"Well, it looks like no one is home."

The furnishings in the room are still basically the same as when Malashenko left last time. The whole room is well-organized and spotless. This is indeed Natalia's style.

He left the luggage in his hands at the door, then took off the tank soldier major general's large-brimmed hat on his head, hung it on the clothes rack at the door and put it away.

It was also when he was hanging up his hat that Malashenko discovered that there was also a set of Natalia's military uniform hanging on the hanger, the kind with a skirt. This inevitably made Comrade Ma who was eager to miss his wife Those dirty hands are a bit "ready to move".

"Damn, I really can't wait to see her soon."

He held up his wife's clothes hanging on the hanger and sighed in his heart. Comrade Ma suddenly felt like an idiot and suddenly retracted his hand. He couldn't help but wonder that he always seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to Natalia's military uniform. Hobbies, don't think it's some weird XP awakening.

"Forget it, I'd better wait for someone to come back. If you touch the clothes, it means a hammer.

I have nothing to do but wander around the house.

Malashenko first wandered to the kitchen and looked around, and found that there were still leftover bread on the plate that Natalya probably hadn't finished her breakfast.

Speaking of which, Malashenko, who had not had time to eat lunch, really felt hungry when he saw the food.

He was accustomed to eating cold food while running around on the battlefield. Malashenko, who couldn't care less, directly reached out to grab the bread on the plate and put it into his mouth. After a few big mouthfuls, he squirted away the remaining bread on the plate. Eating everything. At the end of the day, I had to hold the remaining crumbs on the plate with my fingers and finish them off. I actually ate them all, not even the crumbs were left.

"Yeah, it smells good! It's the smell of my wife's handiwork."

After reluctantly putting something on the table to suppress his malice, Malashenko walked out of the kitchen and went to the bedroom and sat down by the bed.

The bedrooms in the house are designed to face the sun, and the lighting is not too strong or too weak. It can be said to be just right. It can be said to be one of the houses with the best lighting in this apartment building.

The window sill is set next to the bedside. It is a design that puts you in a good mood early in the morning.

The bedside table is placed under the window sill and next to the bedside. There is a lamp on it, a water glass from which Natalia usually drinks water, and a small wooden photo frame.

When he came back last time, Malashenko remembered that there seemed to be no photo frames here. What the photos in the photo frames would look like immediately aroused Comrade Ma's interest.

"What photo is it?"

While Malashenko guessed, he reached out and picked up the photo frame, put it in front of him and looked at it. He found that the photo in it was the photo of him going home last time and accompanying Natalia to the park for a walk.

Malashenko still remembers that a newspaper reporter happened to be in the park that day taking photos, recording people's lives, and happened to meet General Malashenko and his fiancée who were out in casual clothes. There is no reason to let go of such a good opportunity. Although there is no such thing as "traffic is king" these days, we still have to make our newspapers and magazines more popular with the public, right?

There is no doubt that Malashenko is the most popular "popular star" among the general public. The delighted newspaper reporters rushed forward, hoping that Malashenko would give him permission to take photos and use them. In return, a set of developed photos will be given to Natalia for free and kept as a souvenir collection to record this rare and beautiful moment during the war years.

"My dear, what a great proposal. How about we accept it?"

Malashenko, who was more than 1.9 meters tall and looked like a moving human-shaped iron tower, smiled when he heard this, and lovingly stroked the little head of Natalya, who was only over 1.7 meters tall and much shorter than himself, and then He nodded silently and agreed with a smile.

Seeing this photo again today reminded Malashenko of the past.

The sunshine that day was very good, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Natalya was wearing a light blue dress and brushed her long shawl hair behind her back. Malashenko took off his long-lost military uniform, and his outfit was no different from that of the worker comrades in their daily lives. Jackets, shirts, trousers, and Comrade Lenin-style peaked caps, walking arm in arm like this really looks particularly well-matched.

In the photo, Natalia smiles very sweetly. Behind her is the sparkling lake with the rays of the sun. The man she is holding in her hand seems to be the only pillar in her little world. Such a photo All that was brought to Malashenko were the infinitely beautiful colorful memories.

"I hope I can live until the end of the war and stay by her side forever."

With the photo on his chest, Malashenko, who was half-lying on the bed and had only planned to rest on his back for a while, fell asleep again. As soon as he came back from the front line, he was busy teaching people and was exhausted. The comrade is exhausted and sleeps in bed.

When he woke up again, Malashenko barely opened his sleepy eyes and saw that the sun outside the window had reached dusk and sunset.

Realizing that he had definitely slept for a long time, Malashenko subconsciously turned his head and prepared to straighten his back and sit up. I found a delicate and familiar face. He moved a chair and sat quietly in front of the bed as usual. He just did nothing and looked at himself for a long time with a smile full of loving eyes. Until I wake up.

"Welcome home, honey."