Chapter 908 The Problem is More Serious Than Imagined
Chapter 908 The Problem is More Serious Than Imagined
"I want to talk to him!"
"I'll say one last word to him!"
"Tiejun, Tiejun! The pomegranate tree in the backyard is full of pomegranates. They are all your favorites, your favorites!"
"Take it with you, and eat it when you're tired and thirsty on the road. Spit out the seeds wherever you want, and wherever they sprout, that's your home!"
......
"Xiaoyong, Xiaoyong! Grandma is here to see you, grandma is here to see you!"
"You said you were on vacation and that you were going to take your girlfriend back to your hometown to visit grandma during the New Year. Why did you leave like this?"
"If you leave, how will Tingting live? She's been waiting for you for so many years! You just left her and all of us behind without a word!"
"How could you be so cruel? How could you bear to let grandma die young?"
......
"Yangyang, I brought you your favorite braised pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, and cola chicken wings."
"Your mother didn't come, and I didn't ask her to come. In fact, I haven't told her about your departure yet. You know she hasn't been in good health recently."
"Dad feels sad, but also proud, because in my opinion, you made the right choice in the most dangerous time."
"Dad is not as good as you, he has never been. Dad didn't make any big mistakes in his military career, but he made a lot of small ones. I lied to you, I took the initiative to ask for a transfer, but in fact, the army didn't want me anymore."
"I know I'm rubbish, terrible. Sometimes, even when I look at myself in the military mirror, I feel unfamiliar. I wasn't like this before. When I first joined the army, I was full of blood and ambition. I didn't obey anyone. What I hated most were those leaders who didn't do anything but talk official jargon."
"Haha, I never expected that decades of comfortable living would turn me into the most annoying and disgusting person I was when I was young."
"Whenever I encountered trouble, I always wanted to hide. I was afraid of everything. I always wanted to get by from day to day. I had long lost the blood of a soldier... But I didn't expect it, I didn't expect..."
Drops of tears burned down her cheeks and fell on the urn in the tomb.
The red surface was also stained with small dark marks.
A middle-aged man in a police uniform squatted by the side with tears in his eyes.
Try to use a relatively calm and peaceful tone to tell your son what you want to say.
"But I didn't expect that what I had lost long ago would be found in you."
"I've seen the soldier's integrity and courage. You did a great job, and you did it beautifully."
"When you get down there and see your grandparents, you can hold your head high and tell them that you didn't bring shame to the Zhao family's martyrs!"
"From now on, you are my role model. I will learn from you and emulate you!"
......
As marble slabs were placed on the tomb.
The three martyrs will also rest in peace underground.
On the tombstones, their photos are heroic and solemn, as if they had never left.
The Martyrs' Cemetery was surrounded by ordinary people who came spontaneously to mourn, holding chrysanthemums in their hands and watching from afar.
In front of the tombstone, the families of the three martyrs are still immersed in grief, unable to extricate themselves.
Except for Zhao Yang's father, because of the special nature of his identity, he was able to barely suppress his inner sorrow.
The families of Niu Tiejun and Pan Yong had already burst into tears.
Everyone present was moved, with either tears in their eyes or reddening their eyes.
Ge Zhiyong rubbed his eyes, feeling very upset. He turned his head to look at Guo Haitao and found that his face was still covered with tears.
Li Jiasheng, Long Tianye and others were the same, still immersed in sorrow.
But when he turned his gaze to Qin Feng, he found that there was no extra expression on his face except seriousness and solemnity.
His heart sank, and he vaguely realized that something seemed to be wrong, but because the ceremony had not yet ended, he could only suppress this uneasy feeling in his heart.
At the end of the ceremony, Qin Feng stepped forward and helped up the families of Niu Tiejun and Pan Yong.
And tell them how excellent and brave their children are in the army.
He handed two first-class medals of honor to their families, and took a step back and bowed deeply.
Seeing the medals of honor that their loved ones had earned with their lives, the families of the two men burst into tears again. The intense sadness made it impossible for them to control their emotions.
Qin Feng bowed for a long time. After he stood up, he turned around and walked to Zhao Yang's father and saluted him.
Zhao Yang's father is now a policeman, so he also returned the greeting.
"Your son is excellent!"
"But he wasn't good before."
Zhao Yang's father looked at Qin Feng and said with a wry smile: "He only became outstanding after meeting you."
Qin Feng's heart ached, and Zhao Yang's father immediately took the initiative to explain: "I don't mean to blame you, and his death was not caused by you. I am very lucky that he has a good leader like you."
"I've been in the army for decades and served as a soldier for so many years, but in the end, I became more and more confused. The more I served, the less I felt like a soldier."
"But my son knows better than me how to be a good soldier."
"He dared to untie the rope and use his body to block the gap in a critical moment."
"They dared to sacrifice their lives for their ideals and beliefs, and for the interests of the people, without hesitation."
"He's a good soldier, a good soldier you brought up. I hope that in a few years, when you achieve success and fame, you won't forget that there was an outstanding soldier named Zhao Yang in the team you once led!"
Qin Feng nodded: "I will, I will never forget it! The army will not forget it, and the local people will not forget it either!"
Zhao Yang's father extended his hand and took the first-class merit medal. He said in a self-deprecating tone, "This is a first-class merit medal! It's much more important than I thought."
Qin Feng didn't say anything. He took a step back, turned around and bowed deeply to him.
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After the burial ceremony of the martyrs ended, the soldiers who came to pay their respects expressed their condolences and then left one after another.
Ordinary people came forward to present flowers to the heroes, thanking them for everything they had done, and thanking them for their efforts and sacrifices.
After a long time, the noise in the Martyrs' Cemetery subsided and returned to its original solemnity, dignity, and tranquility.
Qin Feng did not leave. He just stood quietly in front of the three new tombstones, scanning the photos on them one by one.
They were so young and their future should have been colorful, but it was put on hold because of a raging flood.
He squatted down and wiped the tombstone with his sleeve.
Just like when they were in the recruit company, the company commander led them to walk dozens of kilometers to the Southern Xinjiang Martyrs Cemetery to wipe the tombstones of the old veterans.
The stele was newly built and was not actually dirty, but Qin Feng just wanted to wipe it and stay there for a while longer.
Not far away, at the entrance of the Martyrs' Cemetery, Ge Zhiyong lit a cigarette with a serious expression, and then lit one for Qiu Guohai, Xu Bei, and Yuan Feng.
Zhuang Ping’s level was not high enough, so he simply lit one for himself and smoked with them.
They just looked at Qin Feng in the distance without saying a word to each other.
Finally, it was Ge Zhiyong who broke the silence and asked, "Qin Feng, are you crying?"
"what?"
"I'm asking, after the accident, did his eyes ever turn red, and did he secretly wipe away tears?"
"It seems, no, Qin Feng has always been quite calm... What happened?"
"Didn't he cry during the burial ceremony?"
"No, I was staring the whole time and didn't shed a single tear."
"..."
After a long silence, Yuan Feng exhaled heavily and said, "The problem is more serious than we thought!"
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