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During those days, Fugui participated in daytime training every day and went to the auditorium to accompany Zhang Chengliang at night. Fugui hoped to send him through the last journey so that his heroic spirit could safely integrate into the desert where he was silently stationed day and night.

Every time I see him lying quietly in the flowers covered with blood-red military flags, Fugui always remembers what he once said on the back mountain: Go east from here, that is my hometown...

Now, he finally left, and set foot on the road home alone. What kind of road was that? He was the only one who walked silently, stepping on the road all the way, in such a late autumn with falling leaves falling!

I don’t know if he was sleepy and would look back silently on that road, or a trace of silent confusion surged in his heart. After all, he left too many regrets and that beautiful wish.

The autumn wind is still swaying outside, and wealth suddenly feels that human life is like those fallen leaves that flutter with the wind. The luxuriance and glory of the past are always so short. The autumn wind suddenly rises and the fallen leaves fall. Everything that has been like a heavy memory as the season changes.

Perhaps, in a few years, the Liangzi, who once wore a battle robe, will become a legend in people's mouth, but where can I find that living life?

Life is always so fragile, fragile and vulnerable, just like a season of dead grass in the Gobi Desert!

Zhang Chengliang's cemetery was chosen by Fugui for him, which was the place where he often looked at his hometown. Fugui held his clothes and the two bullets that took his life tightly in his arms, as if he was still holding his warm body.

The stone tablet stood up in the wilderness, like his mighty figure, still standing in the vast desert, as if listening to the confession of time. The lost years are like white clouds in the blue sky, gently tugged by the wind, playing a magnificent music and echoing in the vast sky...

The photos on the stone tablet are just like him during his lifetime, with his eyes still so vivid, showing a firm expression, watching the vast and sad Gobi Desert.

The wealth and honor stood in front of his tomb for a long time, and his infinite nostalgic voice rang out in his ears: From here to the east, that is my hometown!

Now he is lying here forever, and can always look at his distant hometown. Perhaps his eyes are always filled with tears of expectation.

The autumn wind is sad and the withered grass sways, as if they are silently seeing him off!

From then on, there was an additional legend here and a monument of memory in Fugui's heart!

"Let's go, I hope he will go well all the way!" The captain looked at the stone tablet in grief and sighed: "They are all heroes!"

Fugui looked at Zhang Chengliang's photo and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Captain, I want to..."

The captain nodded: "I know what you want to say. You go to the hospital today to bring back Dawn. You can send Liangzi back."

When it comes to Liming, Fugui feels guilty. In the past two days, because Liming killed the prisoner, the team has been disagreeing on his military merits.

"His injury... isn't it okay?" Fugui lowered his head. If it weren't for his words that stimulated Liming that day, he might not have done that.

The captain pondered for a moment: "It's okay, it's not hurting the bones. The hospital called this morning. This kid kept making noise in the hospital and insisted on coming back to see Liangzi. You go and see it today. If it's okay, pick him up. You can accompany Liangzi's brother to send his ashes back and comfort the two old men." After saying that, he took out a stack of money from his shirt: "You can bring this little money to the old man, which is my wish."

Fugui took the money and looked at the captain's back as he hurried away, he suddenly remembered the moment when Liangzi gave him money at the station, but where can I see Liangzi's honest smile now?
Chapter completed!