It was late summer and early autumn, and there was still a hint of heat in the air. However, perhaps it was the solemnity of the memorial site that dispelled the last heat, and everyone seemed to have returned to the vast grassland covered with ice and snow.

"Brother He, brothers, Xue'er is here."

Xia Hanxue took out a stack of letters from the bag beside her, and said softly: "Please rest assured, the slave family and Xiao Lang have become husband and wife, and no one in the world can break our ......."

With tenderness in her eyes, she glanced sideways at her husband, and said, "Xue'er is late, please don't be surprised." During this time, my husband has been busy, but fortunately, he has lived up to his trust, and everyone has brought all the words they want to bring home. ”

As she spoke, Xia Hanxue gently spread the letter in the copper basin in front of her, and together with Xiao Jing, she took out all kinds of miscellaneous items from another baggage.

Wooden swords for children to play with, cheap hairpins, combs, ornaments...... Xiao Jing helped Xia Hanxue put these small objects in the copper basin with great care, and said softly: "Brothers, these are all sent by your family. It's not a valuable thing, but it's all a personal thing for children and women, and it's a thought when you get there, so you can take it. ”

The traffic in this era is very inconvenient, ordinary people go out to a long distance is similar to life and death, and the entanglement on the road is also a very heavy economic burden, not everyone can ride a car and horse for a hundred miles like him.

"As for the letter that Cher and I brought, it's what the family wants to say to you." Xiao Jing said movingly: "Your relatives won't write any crepe eulogy, so the letter is their heartfelt words." I know that some brothers are illiterate, but it doesn't matter, isn't that kid Yu Xiucai also with you? Just let him read it. ”

Later, Xiao Jing's eyes moistened, and his voice was a little choked.

Xia Hanxue, who was also red-eyed, took over and said, "Everyone can rest assured." This year was a bit rushed, and Husband and Xue'er didn't have time to prepare anything. In the coming year, we will definitely bring all your relatives to worship, and we can't let you be alone here......"

Speaking of which, she couldn't say any more, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Xiao Jing gently put his arms around his wife's shoulders and whispered comfort, and wiped away the tears and teardrops for her.

After Xia Hanxue held back his tears, he raised his head and said, "Xiao is not capable, but he is just a newspaper, and he can't let you be a wife and a son." However, I promise: as long as I, Xiao Jing, am still in this world, I will never let your family live a hard life!

Your children, I will raise them to adulthood; Your old people, I will provide for them in their old age; Your woman, if you are willing to remarry, I will give her a rich dowry, and if you are not willing to remarry, I will ensure that she has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life!

Yes, I can't write a book for you, but I want all the people in the world to remember you! ”

Xiao Jing stood up straight. Someone beside him handed him a newspaper, and he unfolded it against the tombstone, and the voice of the reading could be heard clearly from a few feet away:

"In this world, the best thing people do is forget.

It is true that everyone has unforgettable memories and things they want to forget. Just as you and I will know many people in our lives, countless stories, big and small, will also appear in our lives like hurried passers-by, and finally disappear with the passage of time.

A lot of things that are so touching at a given moment don't happen around you. When a disaster occurs in a certain place, you will sympathize with and care for the victims you don't know. When a celebrity dies, you will be reminded of his story from hearsay; There is a war in the north, and you will pay attention to the warriors you don't know, pray for their safety, and cheer for every victory of Da Rui.

But then?

When you return to your normal life, you will soon forget about those who have nothing to do with you, whether they are heroes who saved people from fire and water, or ordinary people who are already unknown.

Of course, not everyone is so forgetful, otherwise how can there be so many ancestral halls with endless incense? It's a pity that there aren't too many of them.

As a result, similar things continue to be repeated in the land of Da Rui, and countless unsung heroes who were once remembered are gradually forgotten by everyone.

When you live a life of food and clothing and enjoy the joy of family, have you ever thought about how many heroes sleep in lonely graves that no one cares about?

This is the bleakest part of the story.

Examples that are a little further away from the present, such as the tragedy in Linzhou; The closer ones are the warriors who escorted the grassland when the lord of Guangling County died.

In addition to the people of Linzhou, who still remembers the tragic catastrophe not long ago, the compatriots who died, and the blood feud between Da Rui and Beihu? I am afraid that the hundred soldiers on the grassland have only been talking about it for a while, and they have disappeared from the mouths of people who enjoy singing and dancing.

People should forget their pain, because only in this way can they leave behind their burdens and forge ahead; People should also remember the past, because forgetting the past is the greatest insensitivity of human beings, and it is also the greatest disrespect for those who came before them.

This is not a contradiction, because there are so many things in the world to remember and remember. As long as they are remembered, those who are brave and fearless have not died in vain, because they are still alive in people's hearts......"

After reading aloud, Xiao Jing lit the newspaper in his hand and threw it into the basin.

This newspaper is a mirror newspaper from the other day. For this memorial service, he specially published an editorial in the newspaper and brought the newspaper as a memorial message.

In his previous life, people forgot countless times faster than Da Rui, because it was an era of information explosion. Many topics that attract attention are often only hot for a few days or even a few hours, and those that can be followed continuously for half a month are amazing news events.

When there is a follow-up to an event that once alarmed everyone, it is far less sensational than when the event first occurred, because there is a new hot spot that attracts the public's attention in its place.

No matter how joyful or angry an event is, it cannot escape such a fate. In this regard, Xiao Jing has long been numb.

However, he didn't want this to happen again in Da Rui.

Paper ash flutters in front of you in front of you. Xiao Jing's gaze changed from helplessness to hesitation, and then from hesitation to firmness: "Don't worry, everyone." Xiao Jing's words are like a mountain, this sea of blood revenge must be avenged! ”

He took Xia Hanxue and said word by word: "Brothers, have a good rest." I'll come back to see you next year when the spring flowers bloom! ”

Finally bowed to the tombstone, Xiao Jing looked back deeply at Lian'er who was crying and Cao Chi with a sad face, and said loudly: "Go!" ”