I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1008: Unexpected meeting

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With the Wanjia lights in the city center, the suburbs of Moscow have fallen asleep early. The night pulled the curtain of this country road early, and only the scattered street lights dotted the lonely night sky. A Renault SUV drove past, raising the dust that had been silent for a long time on the path.

The birch tree gently swayed the sound of rustle, and the branches were blooming with tender buds that belonged to April. Among the flowers that symbolize life, stands an Orthodox cross, and below the cross is an obscure tombstone.

Preobrazhensky Cemetery, this path has a poetic name-"Heroes Trail".

A bunch of white lilies was placed in front of the tombstone, and the index finger lightly touched the lines of the tombstone, brushing away the dust that concealed the hero ’s name. Lines of tadpole-like text wrote her life on the inscription. However, unlike most of the heroes buried here, there is no record of merit on the tombstone.

This will happen. Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities. Or her achievements are not glorious, or her achievements are inconvenient to be recorded, or maybe both ...

[Marina Ivanovna Nikolayeva]

Moscow in April is still cold. Especially at night.

Squatting in front of the tombstone, looking at the lines of text that I do not know how many times I remembered, Natasha took a deep breath and buried her face in her hands. The white mist flowing from between the fingers quickly dispersed in the silent night, and gradually blurred her vision.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"Your daughter is doing well. I ... I'm here to see you again."

"Eleven years have passed since that day. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, but your daughter eventually took this path."

Buying his face on his sleeve, Natasha wiped her eyes fiercely and wiped away the obstructive mist. However, at this moment, her stubborn look rarely showed a soft look.

"But ... it's alright."

Looking up at the bright starry sky, she grinned stiffly and grinned reluctantly.

"When all this is over, I will retire."

"Although I do n’t know what the ending will be ... but really, I still want to try it and pursue my own happiness."

Take a deep breath with your nose again, quietly feeling the coldness pouring into your nasal cavity. Natasha feels her emotions have stabilized a little, reaching for a handful of dust and wrapping it carefully with a handkerchief.

With the handkerchief in her purse, Natasha stood up and bowed deeply to the tombstone.

Turning around to leave, but at this moment, she suddenly noticed that a white rose was lying not far from the tombstone.

The pure white petals are stained with mud, as if blown down by wind ...

......

Walking side by side in the corridor of the villa, while Jiang Chen was thinking about what this General Nikolaev was looking for himself for, the general Bearded opened his mouth.

"Did Natasha not follow you?"

Hearing the name of an acquaintance, Jiang Chen looked at him suspiciously.

"Do you know Natasha?"

When Nikolaev heard Jiang Chen ’s words, he grinned as if he heard something very funny.

"You have known her for so long, don't you know her surname?"

Jiang Chen froze a little, and looked at Nikolaev ’s expression suddenly brighter.

A possibility that he had never guessed, suddenly came to mind. But even if the answer is ready, he still ca n’t imagine that this old Maozi, who looks like a polar bear relative, is actually Natasha ...

"After reintroducing myself, my name is Vladimir Nikolaev. Natasha Vladimir Nikolaev is the daughter of the scumbag."

After hearing this, Jiang Chen did not speak for a long time, and it took him a long time to hold a word.

"I have always suspected that Natasha's background is not simple. I didn't expect that there was an old father of the army commander behind her. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just feel ... surprised."

In this way, why she can jump from the intelligence department to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs willfully is also a good explanation. Although the relationship between father and daughter is not very harmonious, she is after all the daughter of General Nikolaev. It is hard to say that her father did not take care of her secretly.

After hearing Jiang Chen ’s words, Nikolaev laughed haughtily, but the laughter soon became a bit desolate, and finally turned into a sigh.

"It's useless to say that ... it seems that she still doesn't want to see me."

"So, you invited me here to see your daughter through me?" Jiang Chen made a helpless expression, "It's a pity that when I told her that the reception was held by Admiral Nikolaev At the time, she directly asked me for sick leave. "

"No, I want to see my daughter, just the wish of an old father." Nikolayev shook his head and said in a teasing tone, "But Nikolayev is standing here at the moment General, the bearded general of the 58th Army, do you understand what I mean? "

Jiang Chen smiled politely without answering. He is not the kind of person who likes gossip, nor does he have the interest to venture into the housework of others, nor does he intend to intervene in the contradiction between the father and daughter.

Nikolaev is very clear about the position of the young man in the mind of his daughter. The previous words were intentionally told to Jiang Chen, hoping he could do something. However, Jiang Chen did not respond to his expectations, which made him a little disappointed.

However, these disappointments are only a moment. Today's reception was not for his daughter.

Suddenly, Nikolaev condensed his joking expression and said seriously.

"Return to the truth, before attending the reception, I hope you will accompany me to meet someone."

"Why not put it after the reception? The owner of the reception disappeared for so long, I am afraid it is not very good," Jiang Chen said.

"Compared with Russia's future, these are secondary."

Parked in front of a burgundy wooden door, Nikolaev raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door three times.

There was a "click" sound from the door. A Russian man wearing sunglasses opened the door, and after confirming the person, he gave it aside. Admiral Nikolayev took a step forward, spread his hand inside the house, and made a gesture of asking.

"Please."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and walked up to the house. The moment he crossed the door, he looked up and saw the man sitting in front of the sofa, with a hint of surprise on his face. Just at the moment when he was surprised, the man smiled slightly and spoke first.

"Welcome to Moscow, friends from afar."

As he said, the man raised his goblet and welcomed him.

Although this is the first time he meets, he will never be stranger to this face.

Russian President, Putin. (To be continued.)