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The grass is lush and the breeze is swaying.

The damp air condensed into crystal dewdrops and trembled sadly on the tips of the leaves, like drops of tears rolling down in front of the swallow's tomb.

Fugui knelt silently in front of the swallow's tomb, holding the loess with both hands to fill the shallow ditch that was washed by the rain yesterday. A handful of cold loess in Fugui's hands felt so heavy and sad. This pile of loess separated him from the swallow's yin and yang, but the swallow's figure will never gradually fade away with the coldness of the season...

Fugui held back his tears and looked at the weeds swaying on the swallow's grave in the breeze, and his heart suddenly felt infinite sadness.

"The setting sun is on the bluestone tomb, and the ancient roads are buried in the fragrant soul." There are vast clouds and mists. He really doesn't know where his soul will return from now on. He only knows that this lonely tomb is the permanent pain in his heart. He believes that the swallows he loves are still watching from afar, looking through the mountains of thousands of miles away, and looking at the relatives far away in the desert. However, where did the person who returned from far away look for this familiar beautiful figure on the road to the world! From now on, I'm afraid that in the long lonely night, there will be only melancholy accompanying a slowly withered heart!

Fugui's eyes gradually blurred. He remembered the night before returning to the team last time. Yanzi raised his head and showed deep attachment in his eyes. She hugged Fugui tightly and said, "Guizi, you must take good care of yourself when you go to the army and think of me every day!"

Fugui was amused by her, and he gently shaved her small nose: "I am thinking about you every moment, don't you feel it?"

Swallow happily buried his head in Fugui's arms and murmured: "Don't worry about me when you are in the army, I will wait for you."

...

His lips twitched, and he stroked the swallow's tombstone affectionately, and murmured: "At the age of twenty-six, you left me. Swallow, if this world really can't tolerate you, if your life decides to go here, can you change the way? Can you let your loved ones look at you again? Look at your perfect look..." Looking up at the distant mountains, the trees planted by the swallows gently swayed in the breeze, as if bidding farewell to the owner who planted them. Fugui looked silently in the distance with tears for a long time, not knowing what language to use to express his mood at this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

He believed that no matter how time passes or how time changes, the swallow will always live in his heart. The laughter and joy of the past will become a vow that will never fade.

But, does the oath still make sense to them?

Fugui took out the military medals he had exchanged for his life from his pocket and placed them neatly on the stone table in front of the Swallow’s tomb. These highest honors that had been exchanged for the blood and life of soldiers were now reflected in the sad grass on the Swallow’s tomb, making him feel heart-wrenching pain. Perhaps, as Jin Hui said: the honors we have are to be shared with the person we love the most. If no one can share them, these honors will lose their due meaning.

Fugui stared at the light of the military medal without moving. After a long time, he picked up the machete and murmured: "Swallow, you are gone, I... Although I can't accompany you day and night, I will spend my whole life loving you. I only love you in this life. As long as I come back, I will definitely accompany you!"

He ran to the mountain to cut down a few trees, built a simple shack next to the swallow's grave, and after resting for a while, he found some branches to build it on the shack. When he finished all this, Fuqin and a few young men had already transported a tall stone tablet.

Fugui silently stroked the cold and smooth stone tablet. He knelt on the monument, dipped in his deep sorrow and wrote: "The Tomb of Beloved Wife He Xiaoyan" and everything in front of him gradually blurred.

In front of me is the person I love deeply, separated by a pile of loess. Although it is close, it is hard to reach the end of the world. The two hearts that once depended on each other are now separated by yin and yang!

In those days, the hammer in Fugui's hands kept rising and falling. He gathered all his love on the sharp chisel, and every word was filled with his deepest and purest love for the swallow. As the gravel splashed, his hands were numb, swollen, and shattered. The bright red blood fell on the stone tablet drop by drop, but he didn't realize it. He really hoped to dye these words red with his blood, so that his heart and blood would accompany the swallow to wind and rain, let his love and love melt into this stone tablet, and accompany the swallow forever.

The rich heart is also silently bleeding. I think of the desert night thousands of miles away from now on, no one cares about him like a swallow. The desolate lonely grave he carries in his heart, the swallow can no longer feel the affectionate waiting for him throughout his life. This heavy stone tablet presses heavily on his heart, making him feel heart-wrenching pain...

Thoughts float between this lonely grave and the desolate desert. The unsolvable sorrow spreads to every cell with the desolation in my heart, and deep longing falls on the vast Gobi desert...

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"When will the pain last forever? The beautiful figure returns to Cheng Wei's dream."

On the last night before returning to the team, Fugui engraved the last stroke of the inscription. The black curtains gradually dropped in the night sky, and the lonely evening breeze blew the lonely clear flute. Fugui stood silently in front of the tomb, looking into the distance. Is he waiting for the person who was walking with him on the road of life? Is he looking forward to the eyes that staring at him affectionately?

Perhaps a look back is the eternal waiting period. In the future, you can only listen to the swallow's murmurs in your dreams, and the deep thoughts slowly settle in your heart. Under this cold moonlight, it gradually floats to the bottom of your eyes and wet your sad eyes.

The figures that have been dreaming thousands of times will never dissipate in the wind of the passing years, but will be imprinted in the heart, constantly emerging, and eventually become the unchanging eternity in the heart!

The branches and leaves in the shack rang slightly, and the sister rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Brother, I'm leaving tomorrow, why don't you rest?"

Fugui secretly wiped away his tears, looked at the dark distant mountains and said, "I can't sleep, so I'll stay with Yanzi for a while."

Fuqin sighed and sat down beside Fugui: "Brother, you are so affectionate to Sister Yanzi, she... She knows as if she is in the spring, and it should be content."

Fugui's heart twitched suddenly. From the moment he came back, he seemed to be having a nightmare, and unfortunately, this nightmare will never wake up.

My sister quietly looked at the hazy mountain peak in the distance and said quietly: "Brother, do you know? Every time Sister Yanzi receives your letter, she will read silently for a long time. Sometimes she still crys quietly as she reads. Once I asked her your address, and she said: Although she doesn't know your brother's address and can't reply, she also knows that he is thinking about us in the distance."

Fugui listened to his sister's words, tears rolled down again...

The sister looked at Fugui's eyes and said, "Brother, we know your troops are kept secret. But how long are you going to work there? Yes, you are soldiers, but you also have a family, parents, and relatives. Can't you take any responsibility for your family and your family?"

Fugui listened silently to his sister's questioning. He wanted to tell his sister that he was a soldier of the Counter-Terrorism Special Forces Brigade and an excellent special forces member who feared terrorists. However, as a soldier, he knew that some words could never be said in his life. He not only had to be responsible for his family, but also for his comrades.

He sat there like a stone sculpture, leaving tomorrow, and suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain in his heart. He picked up the military medal placed on the stone table, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, then wrapped it in a white handkerchief, dug a deep pit in front of the swallow's tomb, put the handkerchief in, looked at the swallow's tombstone and murmured: "Swallow, I...I'm going to return to the team tomorrow, I can't accompany you, so let these military medals with my blood and sweat accompany you forever..."
Chapter completed!