Murong Tiankui was like a straight pillar, changing his expression to hip-hop, and his face was extremely serious.

A standard military salute was given to the five-star red flag in the courtyard of this villa, and Murong Ge also echoed.

Once Murong Tiankui was not for everyone, but he gave up his small family, and now he would rather give up the rivers and lakes that he pursued all his life for the sake of his small family.

As an outsider, Su Hetu didn't understand, but he looked at them in a daze and didn't speak, but his face was extremely serious. If you don't understand it now, you can understand it slowly, but if you can't even see people's hearts, this life will eventually come from the grass hall and return to the field, and there will be no great success.

It seems that this quiet courtyard remembers the immature child's voice.

"Grandpa, why do we have to set up this thing in our yard?"

"Because this is a symbol of our country, how can my grandfather, who has been a soldier all his life, give up the faith in his heart."

The beautiful woman grabbed the girl's little hand and looked down to explain to her. And the old man who looked up at the flag did not speak, as if he was thinking about something. The girl was waiting for the old man's reply.

The country is empty for these veterans, and they pursue a lifelong faith, but in the end it is just for future generations to forget. There were so many people who didn't come back from the battlefield, and they felt guilty about the old immortals.

Many people think that red symbolizes good fortune and happiness, but in their eyes it symbolizes death.

Too many tragedies have happened, and so many loyal souls have been buried in the ground. Why bother to return the horse leather shroud, this is true, but now that I say it, it hurts, my heart hurts.

It is for this flag that it can now flutter in the wind, showing its majesty at all times. But a few people can remember how many white bones are under this one-meter-square red cloth.

The old man can't let go of the faith in his heart, but the most he can't let go of is the brothers who were born and died with him. There are thirty people, but only he has come back, and now he has a villa compound to live in, and they don't even have a place to live when they die, and it will be cold in winter.

He knew that they didn't blame him underground, but he felt guilty. Seeing the eyes of their children, and seeing those who are still unclothed and hungry, he thinks that he was the one who stayed at that time.

The old man sighed, and finally did not give the little girl an answer, and seemed to admit the statement of the beautiful woman, but did not seem to agree. The cold and warm know themselves, and the benevolent see the things that are indescribable.

Closing the coffin, those young lives should be these four words.

Murong Ge took the key to open the door and walked in by the light coming from the room.

The old man in the house, lying quietly on the chaise longue, fell into deep thought for the family portrait opposite, I don't know how many nights have been spent like this.

He heard a commotion outside, and wondered who would come after this order. At noon, Xiao Zhang, chief of staff of the military region next door, had just brought him dumplings, and now he is afraid that he will not come to disturb him. Maybe I heard it wrong, but it's not impossible.

The door opened, and the old man recovered from his memories and looked out the door. A girl in a military uniform stood at the door pretty, isn't this the little pigeon she was looking forward to. The old man stood up excitedly and walked out the door, but saw that the man behind her refused to move a single bit.

"Grandpa, I'm back, the little pigeon is back. I also brought you my favorite Moutai and my favorite toad. ”

Murong Ge couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and ran over and hugged the old man tightly. But the old man's stiff body didn't change much, just looked at the man who was still standing outside the door.

Murong Tiankui knelt down again, this was the fourth time. It is said that there is gold under the man's knees, but in his eyes, gold is not valuable, he only kneels to the person who should kneel, even if the other party is a beggar, he will not feel that it is a big event for the sky to fall and embarrass people to the house. But this kneeling was heavier than ever.

Su Hetu watched his master kneel, not immune from the influence of emotions, and quietly knelt in front of this old man who carried a lot of affairs in the rivers and lakes.

Murong Tiankui's lips trembled, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end, he only heard a word that was neither light nor heavy.

"Dad, I'm back."

The centenarian couldn't get strong anymore, so he slowly squatted down and gave the child who couldn't find his way a hard slap. His eyes were already full of tears of excitement, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Murong Tiankui was slapped stiffly, not dodging or dodging, and it didn't hurt. The first place on the god list that year was slapped by this old man with a big mouth, and he didn't lose anything.

The old man helped the kneeling man in front of him up with his hand, and stroked the place he had hit just now with his hand, and all that was in his eyes was the distress of the elders for the child.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

The old man just repeated this sentence in his mouth, and his gray hair and beard were full of vicissitudes under the light.

Murong Tiankui became famous in a battle, ranking first on the god list, and now no one is invincible, and all outsiders are in awe, who dares to say that he is not excellent.

Thousands of miles away from the sword, saying that killing tens of millions of people is like digging into the bag to get things, who dares to say that he is not strong.

But such an excellent and tough person is just a child in front of the old man after all, a naughty child.

"Hello, grandpa."

Su Hetu was frightened by the aura of the old man in front of him, and after getting up with Murong Tiankui, he reluctantly said such a nondescript greeting.

Only then did the old man notice the white little doll in front of him, and he was in a good mood at the moment, he leaned down and pinched Su Hetu's nose, led Murong Ge with his left hand, and led Su Hetu to the house with his right hand.

Murong Tiankui, who was watching this scene from behind, never felt that the two of them were quite a good match, at least they could please the old man.

Murong Tiankui put down all the things he bought, sat quietly beside the old man, watching them talk and laugh, and his heart was rarely at ease. I just inadvertently looked up and saw the photo hanging on the wall, the beautiful woman smiling innocently and brightly. He never knew that a person's laughter could be so distressing.

He remembered the most favorite song he remembered when he was young, probably like his current state of mind.

A bustling place for night dyeing

The rain of eyebrows is different

The lamp picks three or four solitary

Wine warm six or five pots

Talking about being cool as a child

Light crumbs bamboo horse bitter

Twilight traffic disturbs maniacs

Fate is Shu and Few

Ginseng flower dew

Skirt boy mistaken

Joy and hatred of each other

Calling Roman

Chu Chu beckoned

The world is barren and lonely

Epiphany

You skimmed my eyes

Epiphany

I fell on your chest

The emptiness of dependence

In the faint teasing

Unconsciously replaced the smile

The moon hugs the blue sky

The stars are sparse and the moon is longitudinal

Listen to the spring breeze for a long time

Taste the blush vaguely

Annoying silk white into brown

Laugh marks cover up the fat

As a child, warm lips accompanied by wine jelly

A flash in the pan, just like your life, when you come, it is not painful, but when you leave, it is incomparably gorgeous and incomparably desolate.

After so many years, if you think about it, you don't love but you love.