The black-and-white photo in the frame shows Li Han wearing a military uniform, and his hearty smile is still the same. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The picture scroll of black and white intertwined stayed forever at this moment, and Li Han's bright smile was frozen.

'He' was in that boxy frame, quietly looking at the person in front of him.

"Brother Han—!"

After all, the tears flowed out uncontrollably, Yang Feng choked up, suppressing himself from crying.

"Hanlin—"

The corners of Ma Yajun's mouth twitched, his eyes were already red, and he was still blinking desperately to keep his tears from falling.

They understood that Li Han must not want to see them sad.

They are still alive, and they must be strong.

They have no choice but to be strong.

Yang Feng's slightly trembling hands held up a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and slowly placed them next to 'Li Han', and he couldn't say a word except for 'Brother Han'.

Ma Yajun walked up to 'Li Han', took a breath, showed a smiling face, and smiled at Han Lin.

No one cares about Ma Yajun's smiling face is more ugly than crying, if it must be, how much Ma Yajun hopes that person is Li Han.

Ma Yajun, Li Han, Yang Feng, the three of them have spent many years of military career together. There have been laughter and scolding, there have been confusion and hesitation, and there have been longing for the end of the sword world, but in the end they all chose to stay under the national flag - with my blood, defend the national flag and never fall!

The feelings between men are not as delicate and tender as women, and this kind of love is indescribable and unclear.

At this moment, perhaps the only way to explain it is to use the word 'brother'.

Squeak -

There was a sound of the door opening behind him, and Li Han's younger brother came to the place where he first appeared after going around the house.

"There is a martyr's cemetery in the western suburbs, and my brother's ashes are placed in **#... On behalf of the whole family, I thank you. ”

Li Han's younger brother bowed to Yang Feng and Ma Yajun, not only as a thank you on behalf of the whole family, but also as a return gift from the family.

After saying that, Li Han's younger brother walked out.

Although Yang Feng and Ma Yajun did not indicate their identities, as military family members, Li Han's family can also guess something.

The rules and regulations in the military must be observed at all times, and those who should be kept secret must be kept secret.

It's like the title of the Eagle Force, even the army can't guarantee that they've heard of it, let alone ordinary residents.

Even though Yang Feng and Ma Yajun have a stomach full of words that they want to talk to Li Han, they can't finish talking for three days and three nights. But they all held back.

Li Han, I can't hear it anymore.

If there is really a spirit in the sky, Li Han must be watching all this, so let him go with confidence.

Slowly raised the three incense sticks burning in his hand, and a trace of mist rose from the tip of the incense.

Yang Feng and Ma Yajun bowed deeply, and then inserted the fragrance into the incense burner.

"Farewell, my brother Han—"

"Goodbye, Hanlin - I'll never fucking see you again!"

Yang Feng and Ma Yajun roared in their hearts, and a feeling of grief spread in their hearts.

In the end, Ma Yajun pulled Yang Feng and walked out of Li Han's house along the same road.

――――

In the martyrs' cemetery on the western outskirts of Liaocheng.

The tall monument is full of flowers, the surrounding masonry is kept clean, even at the end of the cold winter, there are still many people who spontaneously come to maintain the flowers, trees and sanitation of the martyrs' cemetery.

People will not forget the martyrs who are sleeping here, and it is they who shed their last drop of blood for this country and this nation.

Whew~~Whew~~

The north wind is blowing, and the open terrain of the land of Qilu makes the cold wind seem more and more unscrupulous.

The people in the cemetery all wrapped their clothes tightly, and although the thick cotton clothes were already tightly attached to their bodies, they were still struggling in the howling north wind.

In the southwest of the cemetery, a shadow stood here, indifferent to the cold wind blowing through her.

The long black hair on the back of his head fluttered in the wind, and a few green silks danced in the wind on his forehead.

A black scarf wrapped around his neck covered most of his face, and his temperament changed slightly. It seems to be a little less flashy in the city and a little more dull and heavy.

The hem of the black trench coat fluttered slightly, covering her body, and with the man's intuition, it seemed that the delicate curves under the black trench coat could still be seen.

Coupled with black gloves and leather boots, a heavy and dull feeling on the whole person became more and more obvious.

Maybe it was after spending a long time outside, the tip of her nose had become faintly red, and her cheeks had begun to turn pale, but it still did not damage her appearance, but added a bit of charm under the sadness.

Her beauty is impeccable.

Her eyes, still slightly puffy, spoke of the sadness in her heart, which had been painful and watery before she came.

In fact, she spent days in tears, and even her laughter was full of sadness.

The clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and I didn't wipe them, just in the cold wind, I stood there quietly looking at the tombstone in front of me.

Following her gaze, there was a young man who looked at her—a handsome and mighty military uniform, with a hearty smile on his lips.

On the tombstone, there is a black-and-white photo of Hanlin, engraved with his name. There was a touch of sadness in the signature smile.

――――

"Twenty yuan, master, take it, thank you."

"Well, if you need to pick up and drop off in this Liaocheng territory, just greet me."

"Okay, then don't delay your business, I wish you a prosperous business."

Bang -

Ma Yajun flicked his right hand, closed the door, and the taxi left.

"This driver's eldest brother is still a warm-hearted person, and he sent us to this door." Yang Feng said with some embarrassment.

From Liaocheng to the martyrs' cemetery, it is not far, and it takes less than 40 minutes to take a taxi, which still takes into account the weather factors and road congestion.

Now in this ghost weather, the north wind has long been blowing everywhere in the northern land, and if you stay outside for a night, you have to worry about whether you can see the next day's sun if you wear less.

What's more, you can't make much money from this trip, if you change it to weekdays, it's okay, no matter how small the fly is, it's meat.

But in winter, people are lazy, vehicles are prone to skidding, and the risk of car accidents increases, so there are still a few people who are willing to run here.

Yang Feng and the others took this car, and the driver was an authentic Liaocheng man and a warm-hearted person.

Hearing Yang Feng say that he and Ma Yajun came to Liaocheng last night, and the place they were going to was the martyr's cemetery, without saying a word, he waved his hand: Go, get in the car!

In less than half an hour, the two of them were sent here.

"The ancient road is hot, there are still a lot of good people."

Ma Yajun put away the mobile phone that had just recorded this ancient road hot-hearted person, and watched the taxi disappear from sight.

Only then did they walk in with Yang Feng, each holding a handful of white chrysanthemums in their arms. (To be continued.) )