Can a hat make her cry? No, this hat carries too many things.

"Okay, stop crying."

Gently pushing her away, Yang Mingzhi took off his octagonal hat and placed it directly on her head.

"This is your personal belongings. You must keep them well. Do you still remember the promise I made to you? Now everything is going according to plan. We have accumulated great achievements in the Guerrilla Republic. Now you and I are going

Moscow defected to Great Expectations. I just came back from the headquarters, and I came back early just to sort out our personal belongings. Since you are here too, let’s not waste time."

Star Tao nodded, but there were no personal items anywhere.

"Brother, isn't the most important thing to us is this box? What else is there?"

"It seems like there really isn't anything. I carry pens and notebooks with me, but I can put the razor Natasha gave me in the box."

"Where are your glasses?" Yang Tao asked curiously. "You look a little strange today. You don't usually wear glasses."

"Oh, it's just a whim. Besides, these glasses are almost done."

"What? It's broken?"

"It's intact and I've taken good care of it. It's just that we went to Moscow and I would never wear it."

Star Tao was confused after hearing this, so she simply stretched out her hand, pulled the glasses off her husband's nose, and put them on her face curiously.

"No, I feel a little fuzzy."

"Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with your eyes. Take them off quickly."

Just as Yang Tao was about to take off his glasses, Yang Mingzhi suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong? You won't let me pick it again?"

"Wait a minute." Yang Mingzhi held his chin and deliberately took two steps back. "Stand still, keep smiling for me, and then unfold your long braid and put it on your chest. Very good, very good,

What a beautiful literary girl.”

Her husband clearly looked very happy. Yang Tao stroked his braids and asked curiously: "That funny thing you just talked about? Literary girl? What is that?"

"That's..." Yang Mingzhi immediately choked up excitedly. She would definitely not understand what Amano Touko was told to her at this time, and the name he mentioned was clearly a Japanese name. I'm afraid she would still be able to understand it on the basis of incomprehension.

Angry. But her appearance really reminded Yang Mingzhi of that character.

Or from another angle, she does look good with glasses. If she didn't live in this era and sit down quietly, she would look like a quiet female high school student. At the age of eighteen, I'm afraid because she is preparing for the college entrance examination, because

She overused her eyes, and her eyes were even three hundred degrees short-sighted. It would be better if she spoke more gently, but it's a pity that this girl's bad Chinese will never get rid of her in her lifetime.

"My dear, what I want to say is that you really seem to be an intellectual."

"That's right." Yang Tao's puzzled face suddenly revealed a smile, "Well, I think I am already an intellectual. Tell me, isn't a doctor an intellectual?"

"Of course, then take off your glasses first."

"No, wait a minute. By the way, the little box Natasha gave you to hold the razor has a small mirror in it. Give it to me quickly. I want to see what I look like."

"Smelly girl." Yang Mingzhi shrugged, handed the mirror to her, and then took the razor to clean his stubble.

His eyes glanced at his wife sitting on the bedside. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the girl just giggled in disbelief.

"Hey! Stop being so cute and take off the mirror. Your eyes are very healthy. If you wear them for a longer time, your eyes will be very sore!"

"No! There seems to be something wrong with my eyes."

"What?!" For Yang Mingzhi, his daughter-in-law is the most important treasure. She is only eighteen years old, but there is something wrong with her eyes? "Did Lars Lyugin say that? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Well... it's just that my vision has been a little blurry these days. The doctor said it might be because I had too many surgeries in a short period of time and was always working under an oil lamp, so there was something wrong with my eyes."

"Oh, it's just mild myopia." Yang Mingzhi patted his heart, "I thought you fell ill during the war."

"By the way, the doctor told me that if you find it difficult to see, you should wear a pair of glasses. Brother, I think if you don't use them often, give me your glasses."

"Silly girl, I really want to laugh. You see things more blurry with glasses on. What's the use of them?"

"this……"

Obviously, she knew nothing about the condition of her eyes, and even had only a vague understanding of the concept of myopia. Yang Mingzhi stepped forward, pulled off his glasses, and patted her little head: "Dear

, when we arrive in Moscow, I will personally take you to the optical store. Do you like glasses? I will buy you the most suitable one then."

"Buy glasses?" Star Tao glanced at the still open wooden box, "Do you just rely on the money in the box?"

"Of course not! My dear, do you think you are ordinary? When you get to Moscow, you will get your allowance and bonus. Then you can use your own money to buy what you like, such as clothes, gold bracelets, and a

A pair of glasses.”

"That's true. I killed 74 enemies, so I should get a bonus of 7,400 rubles. In addition to other rewards and subsidies, there may be 10,000 to 20,000 rubles."

"Of course!" As he said, Yang Mingzhi placed his glasses on the wooden table, wandered to the fireplace, piled up the dry firewood and lit it with the seized lighter: "I am a general, and my bonus will be very large! Do you want to buy it then?

Whatever, as long as they are sold in Soviet stores, I will sell them to you."

"Is this true?" Yang Tao asked excitedly.

"Of course, you are my woman, and it is my responsibility to provide you and your child with a stable life."

What a woman longs for most is a rich and stable life. Although Yang Tao is only eighteen years old, she has experienced too much suffering in her short life. She was extremely poor when she was a child and was invaded by enemies from time to time. The people lived in the cracks. Even so, she still

Welcome the destruction of the family and the death of people.

Meeting this man living in front of me was truly a miracle.

Where did he come from? Did he come from heaven?

"You always say that secrets cannot be revealed. Even though I'm married to you, you still don't tell me the truth. You've concealed a lot of things. You almost know everything about the future. Are you going to hide it from me for the rest of your life? Or are you saying you've never lied?

If you pass me, you are from the future, you know everything..." Staring at his squatting back, Yang Tao fell into confusion.

Are there ghosts and gods in the world? Yang Tao thinks there should be, even though the old fools she meets say there is no savior at all, and ghosts and gods are just ridiculous conjectures.

Looking at the man who was making a fire, Yang Tao even thought that maybe he was an immortal descended from the earth?

At this moment, Yang Mingzhi didn't notice at all that his wife was squinting and staring at him intently, while her little mind was still filled with thoughts.

The fireplaces were burning more and more vigorously. Due to the sudden cooling of the climate during this period, houses in the entire Guerrilla Republic lit fireplaces to keep warm. The peat and peat reserves as fuel are very abundant and very easy to mine. Yang Mingzhi said that the new

During the winter, soldiers and civilians could survive the winter safely without any worries.

The temperature drops all the way to a mere ten degrees at night. A comfortable fireplace will keep the indoor temperature at around twenty degrees. This is the most comfortable temperature, neither too high nor too low.

"Very good, the fire has started. There is still important work to do next."

"What is it?" Yang Tao asked curiously.

"Burn the glasses off, of course."

"Ah? Brother, what did you just say?"

"Oh, it was to burn off the spectacle frames, I didn't tell you the whole story."

"Wait a minute!" Yang Tao quickly got out of bed and asked incomprehensibly: "Why did a good pair of glasses suddenly get ruined? Since you don't want to take the glasses to Moscow, you can just give them to someone else. For example, give them to someone else.

Deputy Commander, or another comrade."

"Never!" Yang Mingzhi looked at his wife with firm eyes: "Some things must disappear from this world."

"Must...must be burned?"

"It must be burned."

"I still remember that four months ago you burned your pair of shoes, and even earlier, you threw away your clothes. Why bother? Look at me, I have always kept my bellyband.

Leave none of your clothes or shoes behind. Aren't they important to you?"

"They are hot potatoes!"

Yang Mingzhi's idea is very simple. All his personal belongings from the first century must be destroyed.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs and even the KGB, these organizational departments take orders from Stalin himself, and the bearded leader will never 100% trust a Chinese, even if he has joined the Soviet Union, even if he has made great military exploits, if he wants to get full

It is also impossible to trust people. Surveillance from intelligence agencies will always exist, covertly or covertly.

Yang Mingzhi is very fortunate that his wife is a bit silly and sweet, so as long as he doesn't shout "The Soviet Union will collapse" or "I come from the future and I know everything", he can avoid a lot of trouble.

The only thing that can cause trouble is those special personal belongings.

The sneakers have turned into wisps of smoke, and finally these glasses.

"To be honest, I wanted to destroy my glasses as early as April. Considering that I might still need them, I didn't do it at that time. We could get new glasses when we got to Moscow, and this old thing can be destroyed now."

"Why on earth? Well, I won't ask. You hid a lot of things from me. You also lied to me and agreed that we wouldn't have children this year. Look at my belly. Dr. Raslyukin said, wait until next year."

The child was born on Russian Christmas.”

"Definitely, you are such a woman, the ability to nag is really innate." At this moment, Yang Mingzhi suddenly became worried, because she has never been a docile sheep. She is afraid that twenty years later, a blabbermouth will

The old woman made a brilliant appearance.

Yang Mingzhi stroked his wife's head again and said comfortingly: "There are some things that are better not known to you. Some things are better to be destroyed before others become suspicious."

"Like your glasses?"

"And those shoes that you find so strange and comfortable, they must disappear forever. When we have children and grandchildren, when I am about to finish my life, I will tell you all my secrets."

Star Tao calmed down, returned to the bed and sat down quietly: "I understand, you go ahead and do it."
To be continued...