Yang Chen hugged Zhuo Jingyu, and his eyes cracked, yelling: "coach! Hold on! Hold on! I'll take you back! I'll treat you! "
Zhuo Jingyu shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "you see, if you attach too much importance to feelings, you will die too soon..."
Looking at Zhuo Jingyu's smile, Yang Chen couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhuo Jingyu warned him, but he didn't listen. Now he used Zhuo Jingyu's life to exchange for such a lesson.
Yang Chen took a deep breath, looked at the tombstone, eyes slightly red way: "yes! You are a coach, you should stay at the base and run to the battlefield! "
But there was no response.
Lao Zhuo's eyes turned red.
He sighed and said: "fortunately, at least this boy and people like you remember him. It's good for someone to worship him. Although this man is not a general, he is still a martyr. If someone remembers, it's worth it. "
"No! He is always a general in my heart
With that, Yang Chen stood upright and saluted the tombstone.
A general died in a hundred battles and a strong man returned in ten years.
The general has gone to the West. What should the strong man do? Yang Chen has been confused, now he is very clear what he wants, what road to take.
Lao Zhuo looks at Yang Chen's tall and straight body, as if he saw the time when he sent Zhuo Jingyu to the army.
When Zhuo Jingyu came back from his first vacation, he saw that he was honoring a military salute. At that moment, he was very proud.
At the moment, he found Zhuo Jingyu's shadow from Yang Chen.
Maybe... This is inheritance.
The spirit of China is always passed on to the soldiers.
General to soldiers, team leader to team members, coach to students
The general can sacrifice, the soldier can sacrifice, the captain can sacrifice, the coach can sacrifice... The only thing that can't be sacrificed is the soldier's blood and eternal spirit.
Old Zhuo couldn't help standing up straight and saluted Zhuo Jingyu.
"Child! I'm proud of you Lao Zhuo said in his heart.
Wei Xueqing looks at the figure of an old man and a young man. At the moment, there is blood flowing all over her. She can't help being infected by them.
"Coach... I know you are most worried about the brothers who fought together. I will find them when I come back this time. Don't worry!" Yang Chen promised Zhuo Jingyu.
At the beginning, Zhuo Jingyu's favorite was Yang Chen, but he treated other students equally. They were all brothers who had fought, and no one would leave anyone behind. Now Zhuo Jingyu is gone, and Yang Chen is still there.
As long as Yang Chen is here, he will take good care of the brothers.
"Old man!" Yang Chen looked at Lao Zhuo and said in a deep voice, "I'm leaving. Goodbye!"
Lao Zhuo nodded and said nothing.
Looking at Yang Chen's back, Lao Zhuo is quite pleased.
After two people went down the mountain, Lao Zhuo said to the tombstone, "Xiao Zhuo, you are a good soldier! I've never taught a general in my life, and you've made it
……
Yang Chen walks with a heavy face. Wei Xueqing looks at Yang Chen's side face from time to time, and wants to say something.
She wants to comfort Yang Chen, but she knows that Yang Chen doesn't need to comfort herself at the moment.
She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
You can only walk like this.
Two people get in and leave.
After the car left, a man in military uniform came down from a bright black red flag car and paid a military salute to President Maserati.
This is Li Muyang.
Wang also gets off the car and looks at Li Muyang doubtfully. He doesn't know why Li Muyang salutes Yang Chen. He's a major.
Li Muyang looked at Xiao Wang and said in a deep voice, "you never know what kind of mission this person is carrying!"
Looking at Li Muyang's serious expression, Xiao Wang was surprised and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
"Take your things and follow me up." Li Muyang said a word and began to walk up the mountain.
Xiao Wang quickly took the things for worship and followed Li Muyang.
When he came to the mountain, Li Muyang saw Lao Zhuo standing in front of the tombstone.
"Uncle Zhuo!" Li Muyang said in a low voice, as if afraid to disturb the spirits here.
Lao Zhuo took a look at him and said with a smile, "you come to see Xiao Zhuo, too."
"Zhuo Ge is a hero. I should come to worship him." Li Muyang said in a deep voice.
Lao Zhuo smiles and stands aside, watching Li Muyang worship Zhuo Jingyu.
After putting things down, Li Muyang saluted the tombstone.
Then Li Muyang turned around and saluted the old Zhuo.
Lao Zhuo responded.
"Uncle Zhuo, it's General Yang who just came here." Li Muyang said in a deep voice.
Old Zhuo in front of a bright, surprised looking at Li Muyang, "you know?"
Li Muyang nodded, "the youngest major general in history, how can I not know."
When Yang Chen was made a major general, he didn't make it public, and even few people in the army knew about it. However, the relationship between Li Muyang and Zhuo Jingyu, as well as the relationship between his father and son, still learned the news that after the founding of Huaxia, the youngest major general was canonized.
When he went to the artificial sea with the old man, he saw the red flag flying at half mast, and knew that a great hero had passed away.
Lao Zhuo nodded, looked at the tombstone and said, "Xiao Zhuo knows that he has taught such a good student, and he has no regrets in this life."
Li Muyang said in a deep voice: "if you can teach a hero like Zhuo Ge, you will be the greatest hero!"
Lao Zhuo waved his hand with a smile and said to Li Muyang, "let's go back!"
Li Muyang nodded and let Lao Zhuo go first.
They said as they walked.
"Uncle Zhuo, do you want to inform my father of the news that General Yang is still alive?" Li Muyang asked.
Lao Zhuo frowned and thought.
Seeing that Lao Zhuo didn't speak, Li Muyang didn't dare to ask and quietly followed Lao Zhuo.
For a long time, Lao Zhuo said, "don't make this news public. You protect the general secretly. Wait for the right time, and then ask for the general's advice. The general's advice is the main thing."
"Yes Li Muyang said in a deep voice.
Old and young, slowly down the mountain, hand hanging on the cemetery a majestic wind, blowing the maple leaves all over the mountain, red like fire, like hot blood in the flow.
Here, always burning blood, like the color of the red flag.
……
In an old apartment building.
Gu Xijun just pushed the bag down, opened the door of the study, and called out: "Dad! Let me ask you something
Gu Kangcheng put down his brush and turned around with a smile. He said with a smile, "you girl, you are so rough all day. How can you marry out?"
Gu Xijun said: "don't worry, you don't always dislike that you don't have a son. In the future, I will definitely bring you back a son-in-law who can't break in the door!"
"Goodbye!" Gu Kangcheng waved his hand, sat down on the chair and said, "if you can get married, I'll burn Gaoxiang."
Gu Xijun was depressed. "Is your daughter so miserable?"
Gu Kangcheng shook his head with a smile.
Gu Xijun sat down and asked, "Dad, let me ask you something. Do you know the mission number 92585? Don't you never quit? Don't you understand the action? "
"Where did you get that number?" Gu Kangcheng's face changed and he said in a deep voice.