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He looked at them and said cruelly, "If you don't leave, I'm going back." After that, he walked down the mountain, walked a few steps and looked back. The two of them were still standing there silently, with a look of expectation in their eyes.

Fugui stopped: "Can you go back? I'm really leaving."

The two of them simply stopped looking at him, threw their wealthy clothes on the ground, and stared at the sunset in the distance stubbornly.

Fugui sighed. Their eyes just now accidentally made Fugui think of swallows.

When they were about to part, Yan Zi looked at him with an irresistible expectation and sorrow in his eyes. Although it was a spring, it was also the breeze that blew her hair, and that scene forever touched his tenderness. Their eyes just now made him feel a little sad.

He walked to them helplessly, picked up his clothes and put them on their trembling shoulders: "I promise you..."

Before they finished speaking, they almost jumped up excitedly and said excitedly: "Really? Have you promised us to see your comrades?"

Fugui lowered his face and said, "But I have the conditions: Don't make noise when you go, don't talk to anyone..."

"Okay, we all agree." The two of them pulled Fugui's arm excitedly: "When it's not dark yet, you can take us there quickly, Comrade Lieutenant."

Fugui broke free from their hands: "Be serious, don't pull it."

"...If there is a next life, you will be able to sweep away the sky..." The inscription was written by Dawn, but what Fugui read at this moment is no longer a heroic spirit, but an infinite sadness.

Every grain of sand here is deeply buried with the pain of wealth and honor. He can clearly hear the familiar voice: From here, it is my hometown. In that sentence, Liangzi's infinite longing and yearning for his hometown. When he said that sentence, it was also like this evening when the sun sets, but the cold wind is still the same, the sunset is still the same, and the once familiar smiling face seems to be a different world!

Under the sunset, the stone tablet engraved with the hero's name was plated with a layer of golden yellow. The familiar smiling face stared deeply at the hot land where he was stationed with his life and blood. Only the sparse dead grass on the cold loess mound, swaying in the wind in the cold wind, as if telling the endless vicissitudes of time.

If there is a next life? What is the next life like? Fugui silently looked at the empty Gobi Desert. Everything here has a next life, only human life does not have a next life!

If time goes by, will he still wear that camouflage and use his youth to stick to this vast land? Will he still use his life to defend the dignity of soldiers, and sprinkle his blood here fearlessly, so that his name will be engraved on the cold stone tablet forever, becoming immortal?

Xu Ye touched the tall stone tablet with his slender fingers, and his beautiful hair was gently scattered on Liangzi's name. Yang Jing took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust in the photo, so serious and so focused.

Fugui looked at them speechlessly and sadly clearing the dead grass on the tomb, with a solemn expression. If Liangzi had a spirit in the sky, he might feel the respectful gaze of the female soldiers' comrades-in-arms, Fugui thought silently.

"It's dark, go back." Fugui couldn't bear to see the cold cold here. In the winter, ordinary people could not resist the biting cold. Moreover, Fugui already felt the sharp wind, with a solemn cold air.

Xu Ye put his clothes on Yang Jing and turned around and asked, "Although we have never spoken, we still know each other. Can I pay tribute to him?"

Seeing that Fugui had agreed, Xu Ye took out a white handkerchief and cleverly tied it into a white flower. Yang Jing turned around and asked, "Did you bring cigarettes?"

Fugui was stunned for a moment, but he still threw the cigarette to her. She took out three pieces, put them in her mouth, and then started to ignite with her trembling hands. She lit the cigarette several times before lit it. Because she was not used to the smell of tobacco, she began to cough violently. It took a long time to stop and silently put the three cigarettes in front of Liangzi's grave.
Chapter completed!