One song after another broke through the clouds and reverberated throughout the sky.

Kang Ming and the others want to tell Heaven with an angry roar, please be kind to our political commissar, let him live there more comfortably, and don't let him hear the alarm bell.

The commissar was carried into the car to the crematorium.

Sixteen police motorcycles opened the way in front, followed by three police cars and three fire inspection vehicles.

In the middle was the vehicle in which the commissar was riding, and behind this car were followed ten fire trucks, fire trucks of various types, who sounded the alarm, turned on the police lights, and said goodbye to him with the voice that the commissar was listening to.

The fighter who drove the car drove while wiping his tears.

Behind them were government vehicles and vehicles going to the crematorium.

There is a total of 15 kilometers from the funeral home to the crematorium, and people are slow to stand on both sides of the 15 kilometers, and there will be a traffic police officer or armed police on duty not far away, as if the whole city is coming to see him off.

Everyone held up banners, and on the white banners were written a few big black characters very conspicuously: Hero! Go all the way!

Hero! May you be happy in heaven!

Everywhere the vehicle passed, everyone bowed their heads in silence, and all the police officers on duty stood up and saluted.

Kang Ming sat in the car and watched many, many people were crying, he was thinking political commissar, look, so many people have come to see you off, you are an eternal firefighting hero in their hearts!

Commissar, you are tired, you want to rest, take a good rest, we will walk the rest of the way, no matter how hard and difficult, I will not give up moving forward.

Maybe I'll go to that place someday, and I'll be sure to let you teach me a song when we meet again.

We are not soldiers carrying guns on the battlefield, we are facing no guns, no rain of bullets, we are only facing the eyes of the people who hope to survive.

The soldiers who carry guns are there to defend the big family of our motherland, and we firefighters are there to defend everyone in this big family.

I saw a sentence today: No one asks about the general's lonely grave, and the family affairs of the drama are known to the world! I feel that this sentence is a correct interpretation of the current society, how many people will remember the names of those young people who sacrificed their lives to defend the people and the motherland.

I once saw a survey of 80% of people who don't know their parents' birthdays, but remember the birthday of a certain celebrity, and can wait at the airport for hours to see the celebrity, do we really have to throw away the tradition in this society?

It's a bit far, sorry.

The political commissar's car was still slowly moving forward, and Kang Ming kept choking softly from their car, and everyone was restraining their hearts.

Kang Ming stood up and looked at everyone: "Brothers, the political commissar is gone, cry if you want to." Kang Ming said to everyone with tears in his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, it completely broke up everyone's last bit of persistence.

"Ahh

Their cries came out of the bus, to the ears of the people who came to see them off on both sides of the road, and the first thing they felt when they heard such a tragic cry was that the hero's family must be sitting in the car, because only his family could have cried so heartbreakingly.

When you go, you need four people to carry it, but when you come back, it becomes one person who can hold it, and it's very light, very light.

The commissar's son walked in front with the urn.

Wang Junfeng wanted to rush out but was dragged by Kang Ming.

"Ahh Political commissar, political commissar...."Wang Junfeng collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

The political commissar is too important in his heart, not only in his heart, but also in the hearts of all the members of the Eighth Squadron, because all their psychological matters are solved by the political commissar, and when they encounter difficulties, the political commissar will come out immediately.

In this life, the political commissar has contributed countless funds to the soldiers in the eighth squadron, and in the words of his wife, the money earned by the political commissar will always be the big head left in the army, and the small head returned home.

The departure of all the commissars made them feel that the sky was about to fall, and when they were sad in the future, who should they turn to when they wanted to listen to a little story in the future? And who can understand them like a commissar?

The commissar left, he would never return, and watched as the commissar's wife and children walked into the car with his ashes in their arms.

Just as the car was about to leave the crematorium, the captain's car stopped.

He got out of the car, and with him was a little girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The little girl wore makeup washed down by two tears on her face, wore a very fashionable dress, had studs on her ears, and dyed her hair red.

The captain stopped the car as she was leaving, tugging at her clothes by hand.

The car stopped, the door opened, and the commissar's wife stepped down.

The captain pushed his daughter beside him with his hand, and she stepped back very timidly.

"Dad." He shouted in a trembling voice.

"Don't call me Dad, do you know that a soldier was sacrificed because of that joke of yours? Yes? I paid you to go to school, and that's what you learned, right? The captain turned around and roared in a low voice.

He felt so embarrassed, really embarrassed, a fire chief's daughter would do such a thing, whether this matter directly led to the sacrifice of the political commissar, he was very angry, very angry, if this was a son, his slap would have been slapped.

The daughter's tears flowed again: "I really saw a child in the car at the time, and I didn't lie. "I'm still explaining it to my father.

The captain took a deep breath: "Are you still lying? If you really saw it, why didn't you answer when you were called later? The captain's question was very sharp, to the point, and his daughter was speechless in one sentence.

The captain dragged her to the side of the car and saw the boy sitting on the seat holding the political commissar's urn: "You give me a good look, they don't have a father, you know?" ”

"If people in the world are like you who have nothing to do and lie on the phone, then we firefighters will have to die of exhaustion sooner or later, do you still have a conscience? Don't we look tired enough? The captain said with some restraint.

His daughter stood by and her body trembled.

Gu Qiang walked over and quickly stopped the captain: "Captain, let's go back and talk." He whispered.

The captain waved his hand and shook off Gu Qiang's hand: "What are you talking about?" Tongtong, I won't help you this time, you have to bear the consequences for everything you do, and the people in the Public Security Bureau won't be tolerant just because you are my daughter, if you can figure out this matter during this time, then I am your father, if you don't understand, then I won't be your father from today on, do you hear? After the captain said to his daughter with wide eyes, he turned around and walked out.