Chapter 1787

"Don't forget about us. We will take care of ourselves, and you can take care of yourself. Say hello to Jiaqi and Fu for me."

"Good."

Put down the mobile phone, quiet you listen to the voice of exercise outside the window, gently twist the heart. Some of the original life decisions really can't be easily under, once missed, perhaps there is no possibility of looking back.

At this time, there was a knock outside the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw that Zhong Jiaqi said to her in a slightly dignified way: "Jingyou, prepare for a while."

"What to prepare." Quiet you do not understand.

Zhong Jiaqi took her hand and said, "Zhongting just called me and said that Tang Jiyao's task has been successfully completed and will be back soon."

"Really?" Jingyou suddenly shows a happy smile, and immediately holds Zhong Jiaqi's hand. Her excitement is expressed in her words. Her nervousness and excitement are accompanied by her, and they are shining in her eyes.

But Zhong Jiaqi didn't seem to have much smile, which made Jingyou not untie: "it's not that the task has been successfully completed, but you seem to be not very happy." Jingyou thought about it for a second, and then clamped her shoulder and asked, "Jiaqi, tell me, is he in trouble again?"

The idea of panic flashed through her quiet mind, but she could not think of any other possibility, so her face turned pale in an instant.

"No, he's OK." Zhong Jiaqi quickly shook his head and comforted him, "it's not him. Don't worry, he's OK."

"That's..."

Zhong Jiaqi then said: "yes, we have two soldiers died, they are on the way back, you put on the uniform, and we go to meet."

Jing you was also suddenly shocked: "you wait for me, I'll be good soon."

The army drove them to the airport.

All the soldiers stood there in order. The scene was solemn and looked at the apron ahead. The cabin slowly opened.

Jingyou's identity is quite special, so fu Zhongting allows her to stand with Zhong Jiaqi, but at the back of the team and at the front, they are all led by military officers.

Standing beside Zhong Jiaqi, Jingyou feels the strong sadness that never happened before. They are iron and blood soldiers and fearless warriors. On the battlefield, they can forget their own life and death, but they are also human beings, flesh and blood, parents' children, husbands, wives, and children's parents' parents. They are like millions of ordinary people, No With privileges, without the body of King Kong, they bear thousands of times more danger than ordinary people, and even die for their country at any time.

Jingyou sees the soldiers coming down.

The leader was Tang Jiyao. He was dressed in a straight uniform, but in his hands, he held a small jar wrapped in a five-star red flag. Jingyou knew that it was his comrade in arms' ashes altar.

He went home with his comrades in arms.

After the soldiers, also holding an urn of ashes.

This time, they sacrificed two comrades in arms, one of whom died to protect Tang Jiyao.

"Salute -"

accompanied by an order, all the soldiers saluted in unison. This is a courtesy to the hero, this is to welcome the hero home, but everyone's eyes have accumulated tears.

The families of the two soldiers were also received here, with their wives and children. It is said that their elderly parents could not bear the news and fainted on the spot.

Children cry bitterly, father, father, wife a voice of the sad wail, ring through everyone's ears, let quiet you tears.

These real heroes, our peaceful life today, are all obtained by their unknown dedication and sacrifice. It's really heartbreaking.

Far away from the crowd, Jingyou looks at Tang Jiyao.

This time, he was much darker and thinner than before. It must be very hard.

His eyes were heavy, and his face was even more dignified. He watched the wife of his comrade in arms shaking her hands to take over the urn. It was also a man's grief. He said with red eyes, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law."

The child was not sensible and punched Tang Jiyao: "you return my father, you return my father, you return my father..."

"I'm sorry." Tang Jiyao also apologized to the child.

But the child can not understand, the child only knows that her father will never come back.

Jingyou is looking at it from the bottom, heartache is incomparable. Heartache, the child who lost his father since childhood, is also heartache. Tang Jiyao suffers from it.

For a moment, her heart was aching.

Jingyou didn't come forward at this time, but went back to the army with Zhong Jiaqi in the car.

On the way, everyone was silent.

Zhong Jiaqi is also very sad, can only say to Jingyou: "don't worry, if he sees you, he will be very happy."

"I hope so."

……

Tang Jiyao was very busy when he came back. He had to deal with the affairs of his comrades in arms, report to the superior leaders, and deal with all kinds of things. When he could go back to rest, it was almost dawn.But as soon as he opened the door, he felt something wrong. He even thought that he had gone to the wrong door. He was about to withdraw to have a look. Lying on the sofa, Jingyou, who had been sleeping shallowly, suddenly straightened up and looked at him with sleepy eyes: "you're back. I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

She sat there in her pajamas, the quilt on her body slipped off, and the yellow wall lamp beside her hit her. There was a strange softness and beauty.

The years are quiet and the world is safe.

That's what she should have lived.

"Why are you here?" Tang Jiyao's throat was dry and his voice was thick and hoarse.

His face with a thick tired, deep concave eye socket, very distressing.

Jingyou pursed her mouth and laughed: "I made you soup, and the rice cooker is still hot. I'll take a bowl for you."

"No more." Tang Jiyao said, "I'm not hungry. I said too much today. I don't want to say it anymore. I want to have a rest."

"Well, you go and have a rest," she was disappointed. It was not the same as she expected to meet, but she also loved him. He looked very tired.

Tang Jiyao said nothing more and went to his room.

The door of the room was closed, and the room was quiet again. But she looked at the closed door. At least, he came back safe and sound, and her worries fell on the ground.

Although Tang Jiyao was very tired, he did not sleep long. After noon, he woke up.

To be sure, it might have been the smell of food floating around the room.

He frowned and got out of bed. He opened the door and saw Jingyou come out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup tied with an apron. He was slightly surprised and looked at him: "you wake up. I'm going to call you. That's right. You come to eat and sleep after eating."

Staring at the food on the table, Tang Jiyao's expression is a little numb, and Jingyou urges him: "what are you doing in a daze? Come and have a meal quickly."