Chapter 891： Heroes sleep underground, heroic souls live forever

The two ate half of it.

An elderly man walking into the store walked into the store.

After years of vicissitudes and hardships, his back is slightly curved, and he no longer has the high spirits of the past, but his eyes are clear and full of sincerity.

The old family went to the table next to Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo and sat down.

He was wearing a red hat, an old-fashioned green military uniform, and medals of all sizes on his chest. He was holding an old life-saving medical kit with the words "Defend the family and defend the country" written on it.

"..."

The moment he appeared, the eyes of the sparse customers in the store showed admiration and awe.

This is the hero of the era.

They can have today's prosperous world and peace, because the martyrs fought hard with their blood and blood.

Holding the menu in his calloused hands, he looked around and ordered, "Boss, here's some rice and dried tofu."

The boss wearing an apron said in a loud voice, "Okay, okay, just wait a minute, I'll get it for you right away."

Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo finished eating the ramen in their bowls, and after a few minutes, they saw the boss brought a bowl full of rice and vegetables, as well as a steaming bowl of pork ribs soup.

"Business is not good today, there is a lot of soup left, and tomorrow it will be bad if no one drinks it."

"Young people like to open their eyes and talk nonsense. I can't take every needle and thread of the common people. I didn't pay for this bowl of soup."

The old man saw that the boss was kind-hearted, and these words were just to fool himself, and shook his head firmly and refused.

"You can accept it, old man. The business of this store is really bad. The boss didn't lie to you."

"If you can't finish it today, it won't taste good tomorrow. You can't let the customers eat it."

"After drinking it, you are solving the problem for the store owner. The boss will be grateful."

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The people in the store persuaded kindly, and for a while, the cold store became lively because of the arrival of the elderly.

In the end, the old man couldn't resist everyone's persuasion and accepted this soup.

He opened the bag and took out the money, which was carefully wrapped in layers of paper towels.

Counting the money one by one, Yan Zhixu took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay for two bowls of noodles and the old man's meal.

"Wechat credits 40 yuan."

The store beeps a cold beep from the system.

Yan Zhixu took out the mask and put it on, "Old man, I have already paid."

"This prosperous peace was forged with the flesh and blood of the martyrs. As a soldier, you are worthy of our admiration."

After she finished speaking, with Fu Shimo, the backs of the two were upright and straight, they raised their right hands, put their fingers together, and their thumbs were slightly open in a correct salute.

The same goes for the other people in the store, who are full of admiration, sincere attitude, and solemn salute.

"Old friend, everyone remembers it, it's nice, it's nice..."

The old man choked out, tears welled up in his eyes, took out the photos of his comrades and stroked them, and talked about Changping, Guotai and Min'an in the present world. People remember the sacrifices of their ancestors and dare not forget them.

History is frozen, their bodies are buried in the ground, but their heroic souls will last forever!

There were tears in everyone's eyes.

Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo walked out of the store, and the breeze blowing in front of them dispelled their sorrow.

She took out her phone and glanced at the time, it was half past ten in the evening.

"Let's go, go back."

"Come up."

Fu Shimo crouched down and motioned her to lie down.

Yan Zhixu was not polite to him, lying on his back and gently wrapping his hands around his neck.

He got up behind her back, didn't choose to take a taxi, walked down the street with ease, and walked steadily in the direction of the Hyatt Dynasty Hotel.