Longyan County, Donglong City, drizzle and hazy, thunder surging.

The sultry air is even more irritating.

A black Grand Cherokee crossed the city, and after getting off the highway, it went straight to the door of a self-built villa on the northern edge of the county, and slowly stopped.

In the car, there was a woman and a man, sitting in front and back, both wearing plain military uniforms.

The woman turned on the double flash, then got out of the car to hold an umbrella and opened the door for the young man in the back seat with a brilliant temperament.

"Young marshal, it's here."

The woman said respectfully.

The young man bowed slightly, and then carefully handed out a posthumous photo for the woman to hold.

And himself, holding a black box, got out of the car.

"I'm back."

Looking at the sky, the young man couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

His name is Mo Hong, and he joined the army as a college freshman nine years ago, left Donglong City, and spent nine years that can be called nine deaths.

Now, it is a miracle that he can come back alive.

Nine years, too long.

Therefore, the city has changed dramatically, and the old roads are hard to find.

Mo Hong did not return to his hometown as soon as possible.

Instead, he came to Ning's house with the ashes and posthumous photos of his deputy general and his brother "Ning Feng".

"Ah Feng, I'm home."

Mo Hong said to the posthumous photo, full of deep feelings.

The woman next to her was also slightly deplorable.

Her name is Yun Miao, a peerless woman who looks extremely beautiful but wants to enlist in the army, and finally becomes famous in major military regions across the country.

Now, she has replaced Ning Feng and become Mo Hong's new lieutenant.

"Young marshal, I'll go and ring the doorbell." Yun Miao said.

"No, I'll go myself."

Mo Hong calmly stepped forward.

Yun Miao stepped out of the way and followed to the side to hold an umbrella for him.

Mo Hong rang the doorbell.

Back room.

A forty-six-seven-year-old woman looked at the door and said aloud, "Who are you?" ”

Although she is old, she still has charm.

Her voice was slightly sharp, so it pierced through the loud sound of rain.

"Aunt, we are Ning Feng's comrades-in-arms!"

Mo Hong is colorful.

The woman in the room didn't hear clearly, and hurriedly walked out hesitantly, looking at Mo Hong through the door: "I didn't hear clearly just now......

"We are Comrade Ning Feng's comrades-in-arms."

Mo Hong said again.

The woman's face changed suddenly.

She first saw the posthumous photo in Yun Miao's hand.

I saw the urn in Mo Hong's hand again.

couldn't help it, her face turned pale: "You ......, you ...... What are you going to do when you come back with this thing?? ”

"Isn't this the Ning family?"

Mo Hong's eyes showed coldness.

The insight of a top soldier is unbreakable.

As a result, a trace of panic and disgust in the woman's expression was fully seen by Mo Hong.

The woman thought for a few seconds.

When her eyes skimmed over the military uniforms on Mo Hong and Yun Miao, her pupils shrank, and she still opened the door:

"This is naturally the Ning family, since the two of them are Ah Feng's comrades-in-arms, they are naturally welcome. Ah Feng died unexpectedly, and we are also very sad, but I didn't expect two people to send him home, which is really a special thanks. ”

Saying that, the woman had no intention of taking the photos and urns.

Even.

There was no sadness in her expression, and she only said polite words.

Seeing such a situation, Mo Hong couldn't help but feel chills for the dead Ning Feng.

Access to the villa front yard.

Mo Hong swept it away, and the visual impact of the entire villa was in full view.

This building is majestic, and the workmanship is exquisite, and the stone is exquisite, revealing the villa owner's pursuit of the quality of the mansion.

Although this place is a suburb, there are many self-built villas and western-style buildings in the surrounding area. However, there is no one who can compare with it.

Enter the house.

Mo Hong just swept his eyes over the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and the ornaments on the table, and he could know how wealthy the Ning family was now.

However.

Three years ago, after Ning Feng's father died, the Ning family declined.

His widow, the woman in front of her, forcibly took charge of the company with an amateur level, causing the company to further decline.

A year ago, the Ning family had declared bankruptcy.

Although the Ning family had signs of a comeback a few months ago, this woman's ability was limited, her children were still in school, and the entire Ning family was still in debt.

It stands to reason.

The current Ning family is just a half-dead small business, not only has no money, but it should be extremely difficult.

Correct.

The luxurious furnishings in this villa belong to the wealthy configuration.

Maybe.

The biggest difference between this building and the wealthy family is that it is a self-built building, which is located in a remote location and is not a large-scale project.

Mo Hong noticed this abnormality and did not say anything, but sat down according to the woman's arrangement and quietly observed.

Now.

The woman poured two cups of tea for Mo Hong and Yun Miao.

But because Ning Feng's posthumous photos and urns entered the house, the more she thought about it, the more furious she became, so that her face became more and more ugly.

and not wait for the woman to speak.

Mo Feng said first: "Auntie, you are Ning Feng's stepmother, Aunt Liu Chongmei, right?" ”

The woman hesitated again, "...... Well, it's me. ”

Mo Hong said heavily:

"Comrade Ning Feng unfortunately sacrificed his life for the country a few days ago, and now I take him home, and I also hope that my aunt can choose a place for Ning Feng to rest. Preferably, it is next to Uncle Ning's grave. ”

Liu Chongmei's face changed suddenly: "Since Ning Feng sacrificed his life for the country, he should be buried in the martyr's mausoleum, not his hometown?" Are you mistaken? ”

"These are Ning Feng's last words." Mo Hong said: "He wants me to bring him back." ”

Originally, Ning Feng was indeed qualified to be buried in the country's highest-level martyr's cemetery.

But before Ning Feng left, he wished that he could rest in his hometown with his father for a long time, not the martyr's mausoleum.

His father died in a car accident three years ago, when Ning Feng returned home and hurriedly worshipped, and then went to the front again.

All along, Ning Feng was full of guilt towards his father.

In this life, the words he and his father have spoken can be counted.

However, his father's dedication to him cannot be measured.

"Sorry, there's no place for him here!" Unexpectedly, Liu Chongmei turned away coldly.

Then.

Upstairs a twenty-one or twelve-year-old woman in a chiffon dress, with a good-looking, sweet-looking, snow-like skin, stepping on a pair of slippers and carelessly.

She couldn't help but be surprised to see people coming downstairs, especially the two in military uniforms.

"Mom, there's a guest?"

The woman hurried down.

found that Liu Chongmei was silent, and her face was ugly.

She immediately noticed that something was wrong, put away her smile, and looked at the strange Mo Hong and Yun Miao suspiciously. Then he came to Liu Chongmei and whispered worriedly: "Mom, what's wrong?" Who are they? ”

Liu Chongmei solemnly pointed to Ning Feng's posthumous photo and urn.

But when she saw the posthumous photos and urns brought by Yun Miao and Mo Hong, her face changed suddenly, and she was immediately full of anger:

"This ......, whose dead man's photo is this?! What are you bringing this to my house for? I don't know if it's going to be very unlucky! ”

"And ...... What's in that box? Yes, is it the ashes of a dead man? ”

"I order you to take it out and throw it away! Hurriedly!! ”

Liu Chongmei also didn't know how to deal with it, and reminded with a frown: "Yuqin, this is your brother-Ning Feng." ”

"Ning Feng? Who is Ning Feng? Zhang Yuqin pretended to be stupid and asked, and then sneered:

"Hmph, Uncle Ning died three years ago, and now the Ning family and our family have long since lost their relationship!"

"Now that this Ning Feng has become a dead man, it has nothing to do with us! This posthumous photo and urn are bad and dirty, and they will only ruin my family's feng shui! So ......"

"It doesn't matter who you are, even if you're a soldier! Hurry up, throw these two bad things out! ”

She pointed to the door, with a commanding gesture and tone.

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