Across most of China, people flew north.

The regional climatic conditions gave Shen Yun and others a deep understanding of the vast territory of the motherland. As early as when boarding the plane, because there was air conditioning in the cabin, Shen Yun and others took off their standard cotton coats one after another.

However, a few hours later, when the plane landed on the tarmac, when they stepped out of the cabin, the biting cold wind that rushed from the gate instantly prompted them to put on cotton coats.

When winter comes, southerners always envy northerners for having heating in their houses. As everyone knows, when you go outside, you can't even wipe the snot that can't help but flow out before it freezes into ice cubes.

Shen Yun suddenly remembered a joke told by Wu Changhong at the beginning, when many buildings had not been built here. Many people have to bring a stick when they go out to relieve their hands in winter, for fear that if they are not careful, those physiological excrements will freeze hard.

Although it is just a joke, just like many southerners think that modern Long Province goes out to ride a donkey, to a certain extent, it also shows that the winter temperature here is very cold.

The body is cold, but the heart is hot.

The eleven students looked at the airport staff with a somewhat gloomy face, just like the weather outside, and a wave of hatred suddenly rose in their hearts. Everyone thinks that the speculation on the plane may be true.

The group was taken on the airport bus. They were not the only ones on the bus, most of the buses were full of officers of various colors and uniforms. A look at the armbands shows that their origins are very complicated.

And the more this is the case, the more solemn Shen Yun's faces become.

What is it that makes it so big?

With suspicion, the group was pulled by a bus to the airport hotel.

"You are not allowed to go out without an order." The eight-word strict order made Shen Yun and Fang Han obediently retract back into the room. But the more this happens, the more their curiosity is aroused. What the hell is going on?

November 30th.

The city that Shen Yun and his party came to was covered with dark clouds in the sky. Although last night's weather forecast already indicated that there would be no signs of snow today, the clouds like mountains and mountains weighed on everyone's hearts and made people breathless.

At half past eight, everyone had breakfast and was waiting.

After waiting for the order to be issued, the mysterious mission is officially contacted. As time passed, the shadow in everyone's hearts became heavier and heavier. Until, a loud whistle broke the heavy atmosphere.

Hundreds of people quickly ran downstairs to gather, and then boarded the airport bus in an orderly manner and quickly went to the airport.

When the bus stopped at the airport passenger terminal again, the scene in front of them stunned Shen Yun and the others.

The crowd on the inner and outer floors surrounded the airport. There are thousands of police officers at the scene to maintain order. And Shen Yun and his entourage, because of their identity, were successfully released after quickly forming a team. Attentive people noticed that the voices of their respective instructors were extremely soft.

That kind of whispering, like being afraid of waking someone from sleep.

Hundreds of people walked into the airport lightly and walked to the tarmac, and Shen Yun found that in the rectangular area where hundreds of salute soldiers were responsible for guarding, hundreds of dark tables were placed in a neat and orderly manner.

On the periphery of the area, there are dozens of simple old men with goosebumps and crane hair, wearing old-fashioned old military uniforms, and hundreds of ordinary people wearing plain clothes with spiritual positions in their arms. On the other side, there was a group of straight-standing salute soldiers, looking solemnly at the northeast sky.

When Shen Yun observed more carefully, he suddenly found that his grandfather was also among the dozens of old soldiers.

On his chest, he also did not wear the dozen or so medals that he was proud of. It's just that there are tears in his eyes, like those salute soldiers, looking at the northeast in a daze.

Shen Yun suddenly had a guess in his heart, and his heart, which was still a little confused, instantly became solemn.

He finally understood what this task was. It turned out that the dean said that he wanted to bring the hearts of all the teachers and students of the school, and this was for this.

Not only Shen Yun, but many people also guessed it. The body couldn't help but try its best to stand up straight and straight.

At ten o'clock, the focus of many people's eyes, in the northeast direction, came the roar of airplanes. A white civilian airliner, escorted by two of China's most advanced fighter jets, slowly landed on the tarmac.

"Salute."

Whether it is the officers and soldiers on active duty or those veterans, they raised their right hands towards the passenger plane at the same time and made the most standard military salute.

The hatch slowly opened, and the military band instantly played mournful music. In the midst of all the attention, a salute stepped out of the hatch. His expression was solemn and respectful, and his hands were firmly holding a dark red wooden box covered with a brightly colored national flag.

The ceremonial officer's loud "Welcome the hero home" instantly brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

That's right, the salute soldiers who came out of the cabin one after another were holding in their arms, which was the regret of the volunteer martyrs during the War to Resist Rice and Aid Korea. China and the peninsula have been discussing for many years, and today, the first batch of martyrs have finally arrived.

A "Welcome Home" resounded throughout the airport, and the echo hovered in everyone's ears for a long time.

In this voice, Shen Yun heard reverence, comfort, sadness, and pride.

After this sound, there was no sound at the airport, and the salute soldiers gently walked to the table that had been placed, and at this time, another group of salute soldiers who had been waiting for a long time knelt on one knee, connected the wooden boxes in the palm of their palms, and then slowly moved to the desk.

A thin man in a suit carefully held the national flag on the wooden box, the kind of gentleness, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people in the wooden box.

When all the wooden boxes were placed on the desk, the man in the suit, standing at the forefront, read the eulogy specially sent from the capital in a deep voice. The words, which have stretched for thousands of years in China, have a power that strikes people's hearts at this time.

The eulogy was over, and when these regrets were brought back to the car and sent to the martyrs' cemetery that had been opened up a long time ago, the ceremonial officer asked everyone to put down their already numb right hands.

The burial work does not need Shen Yun and these people to go, only the end of these martyrs, and Shen Yun's grandfather, the veterans who have experienced the war to resist rice and aid Korea, follow them.

Still, that's enough.

As the principal said before, this is a heavy lesson, and what Shen Yun and others have learned, it will take a lifetime to fill in the answer sheet.

Perhaps, this is the deepest meaning of this class. Inspired by the heroic souls of their ancestors, the new generation of military personnel should carry forward the spirit of not being afraid of hardship or tiredness, daring to make dedication and sacrifice, so that the motherland will always be prosperous and prosperous.