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The grass is lush and faces the breeze on the cold mound. But the tall stone tablet still stands, as if telling the leisurely past to this season.

Fugui carefully wiped Liangzi's photos over and over again. He didn't want the slightest dust on his comrades' photos. He wanted those clear eyes to always keep their eyes on the places they once defended with their lives.

He twisted a handful of soil, put it in his palm and rubbed it hard. After a while, it turned into a handful of powder. When his fingers loosened, the powder drifted away with the breeze, and a stream of yellow dust was left floating in the empty Gobi...

However, it was these fine dust that forever cut off the distance between him and his comrades-in-arms. From then on, that familiar face became a permanent memory...

However, this cold land will never be deserted, just like this sad grass, growing tenaciously on this barren land, using that green to bring endless vitality to the vast Gobi Desert. However, the dead grass in winter can regenerate in spring, but what about human life?

He remembered the words of Liming that day: "If one day in the future, I will face death. If I can't let the enemy fall down like him, don't take my body, and let me feed the dog and the wolf!"

He did it, but he also paid a heavy price.

He silently looked at Liangzi's tombstone. The once familiar life stayed here forever. All he had accompanied him was infinite loneliness and clansang. He really didn't want to see another stone tablet erected here, although the name of that hero will be immortal and will remain in the depths of people's memories forever.

It's been four days, and he doesn't know how he spent these four days. He was deeply concerned and heart-wrenchingly blamed himself. He didn't even dare to face the neat bed in Dawn. In the past, when he was in the dormitory, he was always full of happiness every day. Although he often thought of ways to torture his comrades, many of his comrades still like to come here to listen to his nonsense, and his generous personality always infects everyone. But now the bed is empty, making Fugui feel heartbroken.

He found Liming's suicide note, but Fugui read it, but he felt heartbroken. In particular, after his sacrifice, he would give half of the pension he earned to his third aunt who had raised him since childhood, and also asked his comrades who sent his ashes home, so that he could kowtow a few heads in front of his grandfather's grave so that his grandfather who had been pampering him since childhood knew that his grandson had returned and would be with the old man forever in the future.

Finally, he told his father to take care of himself. He was the only son and failed to support the elderly. It was his son's unfilial piety. Although his father sent him back to his hometown since childhood and never enjoyed family happiness, so he alienated the father-son relationship, he would not blame his father. In his childhood, he learned to be strong and strong with his grandfather too early...

Fugui read silently, feeling the soreness of his eyes, and the familiar handwriting gradually blurred...

From his lines, Fugui suddenly understood Liming a lot. In his impression, Liming has always been a strong and cold person, but who would have thought that under his strong appearance, what is hidden is a soft heart!

Fugui lit a cigarette and sat in a daze, letting the blue smoke float quietly at his fingertips.

He didn't know if Liming's father had arrived at the hospital at this moment, nor did he know how shattered his father would be when he saw his son lying on the bed in the emergency room. How could an elderly man bear such a blow!

He suddenly remembered that when he sent Liangzi home, his parents hugged his ashes and tears flowed. The miserable crying still sounded in his ears, whipping his heart again and again.

But this time it was his own hesitation that led to such a tragedy, and he could not forgive himself.

The fingertips hurt a little. I don’t know when the cigarette had burned to the end. The white ash was still connected to the cigarette butts. The burning cigarette butts were slowly emitting smoke from his fingertips, scorching his fingers. He did not pinch the cigarette butts, and let the pain of his fingertips prick the heart. This may relieve the pain in his heart.

The door opened, and Fugui did not look back. He guessed that he must be the best comrades in the army.

He reached out with one hand and took Liming's suicide note.

"He is fine, the doctor said he has passed the dangerous period." After a long time, Fugui turned around and saw the captain's haggard face when he heard the familiar voice of the captain.

The captain was tired and his eyes were covered with blood. Fugui knew that he would have been with Liming in the hospital these days. He saluted the captain and said, "Captain, he is really okay? Is his father okay?"

The captain nodded and said, "Really, he woke up once last night. The doctor said that he finally survived and would recover after a while. The boy was lucky. The bullet was less than a centimeter from his heart, so it was so dangerous." The captain patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about him, train hard, I should go and rest."

"Captain." Fugui called out to the captain who was about to leave, lowered his head and said, "I caused his injuries..."

The captain turned around and looked at him in surprise. Fugui bit his lip and told the captain in detail about the situation of the task that day. After he finished speaking, it seemed that the heavy stone that had been pressing in his heart had finally been put down, which was particularly relaxed. He looked at the captain and said sincerely: "This is the thing. I ask the team to punish me."

The captain stood there and thought for a long time, and finally said slowly: "You are a good person, I can understand. This way, you should explain to Liming in the future. Well, you'd better tell him in person. When he recovers better, I will arrange for your comrades to visit him."

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