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When the train stopped slowly again, the city of Beijing was already brightly lit.

They followed Liangzi's brother to jump off the train, walked out of the station where people were busy, and stood at the entrance of the station where they were walking in.

Liangzi's brother looked at his watch and pondered for a moment: "It's so late, I guess there's no car anymore."

Fugui was holding Liangzi's urn. Neither he nor Liming came to Beijing. He saw the streets full of flashing neon lights and colorful lights, and he was a little confused.

Li Ming held the package in one hand and looked around, with a surprised look in his eyes.

Fugui stabbed him: "Stop looking, there is no car anymore, what should we do?"

Li Ming still looked at the wide road and the traffic flowing back and forth, saying in admiration: "Beijing is still beautiful. No wonder Liangzi is proud of her hometown. It turns out..." He suddenly realized that he was wrong, so he stopped talking and looked at Liangzi's brother awkwardly: "I heard that your home is not too far from here? Why don't we rent a car and go back?"

Liangzi's brother nodded: "Not more than fifty kilometers away from here, you can wait for me and I'll go find a car."

Liming put the package on the ground and said, "I'll go, you guys wait." After that, he ran to the side of the road and kept waving.

Liangzi's brother looked at him and said, "Fugui, you look at things, I'd better stop the car. With his temper, don't cause any trouble."

A car stopped beside Liming. Liming pointed at him and said something to others. After a while, he ran back to discuss with them: "I said it was too late, and I would like to go to your house for one hundred. Will we sit there?"

Fugui hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go, it's so late, it's not easy for him."

It was already late at night when I arrived at Liangzi's house.

From the moment I got off the train, I saw the bright lights everywhere. Fugui's heart became even heavier.

Liangzi is the only city soldier of his comrades. The prosperity here should be what Liangzi has. The colorful lights should illuminate his way home, but a thin wooden board will always separate him from the world.

The beautiful memories of the past and the fiery youth became his eternal hope at the moment he fell.

It turns out that the so-called prosperity and the so-called dreams are just a distant expectation. The most precious thing for a person is his own life!

The autumn was strong and the cold wind was rustling. He looked silently at Liangzi's mother holding Liangzi tightly and crying, and his heart was like a steel knife inserted into his heart, which hurt his heart! He couldn't bear to see the two old men crying at his son again. The tears falling on the urn soaked the red cloth he was holding, and they also dripped into the heart of Fugui.

The photos of Liangzi during his lifetime should have been taken when he visited his home for more than ten days. He was wearing a mighty military uniform and hugged his parents tightly, with a happy smile on his face. But when he returned again, it was a cold wooden box!

That cold wooden box is not just his life frozen? It is also like a sharp sword poking the hearts of relatives, making them feel the most unbearable pain. Who can accept such a reality?

He couldn't help but recall Li Ming's words: wearing this mighty military uniform and stepping onto the desolate Gobi Desert means giving, even if you lose your life, you will have no regrets!

But how could the deceased know what kind of trauma your departure will bring to your relatives! The desolate cry is the mother's despairing grief, the murmuring call is the mother calling her son one after another. No matter where a person goes, he will never be able to get out of his mother's heart!
Chapter completed!