After Yue Song arranged for the brothers to live on the second floor of the ancestral hall, he explained a few words to them and hurried home. When Yuesong just stepped into the house with one foot, Yuesong's mother Huo Di stood up from the chair, her eyes were fixed on Yuesong, and her mother's two lines of hot tears, like clear streams, naturally flowed down her cheeks. The mother of the pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info took small steps, and her body involuntarily walked towards Yuesong. Mom forgot to cry, forgot to shout, forgot any superfluous words. The mother staggered to Yuesong, stretched out her thin hand, took Yuesong's arms, and looked up at the much stronger son who had lost and now reappeared in front of her countless dreams, and the dear son who had fallen from her body for many years.

"Mom!" Yuesong looked at her mother's appearance, her mother's pain, her mother's love, and her mother's hardship, all of which were written on her mother's face, and all expressed in her mother's every move. Yuesong's shout was like a floodgate, and as soon as the gate opened, all her mother's feelings gushed out.

"Wow-" The mother finally cried, the mother hugged her heart tightly, completely forgetting everything in this world, the mother cried bitterly, the bitterness that had been suppressed in the mother's heart for a long time flowed like a tide, and the mother buried her head deep in her son's chest like a child.

Yuesong hugged her mother tightly, tears flowed on her face like a tide, Yuesong couldn't cry anymore, Yuesong felt guilty, felt that he was the most unfilial son in the world, Yuesong really wanted to slap his ears, Yuesong really wanted to scold himself......

After a long time, the mother finally stopped crying, pulled her son to sit down, sat next to her son, up and down carefully like a piece of precious jade to check her son, the mother's hand touched her son's face for a while, touched her son's arm for a while, and the mother was completely immersed in the joy of regaining her son.

Yuesong looked up and saw his father put the dry tobacco he was smoking on the ground, quietly turned his head, and secretly wiped the tears in his eye sockets. Grandpa sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, looking at the mother and son silently, and his eye sockets, which never shed tears, were also a little moist. The eldest brother was still guarding Luoxi on the city wall, and the second brother hurriedly beckoned Yuesong's two sisters-in-law to hurry up and make Yuesong's favorite bamboo shoot stewed crucian carp and garlic sprouts roast meat, and the two sisters-in-law wiped their tears and entered the stove room. The two nephews and three nieces looked at the family blankly, and the adults of the whole family were inexplicably wiping tears.

Luo Xi's ancestors have indeed been heroes for generations, but which hero is not a flesh chief? Is there any hero who is not Luo Xi's mother's heart? What hero is not chivalrous? The so-called heroes are actually ordinary people who dare to stand up, dare to sacrifice themselves, and dare to leave everything they have to solve problems for many ordinary people in times of crisis. Yuesong is an anti-Japanese hero in the hearts of the people, and Yuesong is an ordinary Chinese, an ordinary Luoxi person, an ordinary mother, and an ordinary son of an ordinary mother, who dared to stand up, dare to sacrifice himself for others, and dare to leave behind his family, his lover, and even his own life.

The meals were served on the table, the eldest brother also came back, and the whole family was reunited at the dinner table.

"I've cried enough, now the men hold up the wine glass, after drinking this glass of wine, the men cheer me up, swallow the tears into my stomach, raise my fists high, even if it is a river of blood, even if my Luoxi dies from now on, I will never let the devil spread wild on the boundary of my Luoxi, come, do it!" Grandpa is still full of pride.

"!" The men of the Yuesong family all raised their wine glasses high, and after shouting, they drank a full glass of wine.

"Okay, sit down, eat, you're full of food and drink, and I'll give the devils some color tonight." Grandpa said that he was the first to stretch out his chopsticks, took a large piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it in a big gulp.

Mom hurriedly put three pieces of meat and two crucian carp into Yuesong's bowl.

The father looked at the third son with a smile and said, "Eat, eat more." ”

Yue Song looked at the whole family, understood the burden on his body, lowered his head and began to eat and drink. Since all the three hundred brothers in the three battalions were killed, this meal is the most fragrant one that Yuesong has eaten, although there are still many dangers waiting for Yuesong, although he doesn't know if he has eaten this meal or not, but Yuesong eats with a mouth full of fresh fragrance, eats with a comfortable heart, eats so much that he forgets the sky, forgets the earth, eats full of energy, and eats his whole body The blood vessels are full of boiling blood.

After eating, it gradually got dark. Yuesong and the eldest brother twisted the meal prepared by their mother for the brothers of the special combat team, and after saying goodbye to their family, they came to the second floor of the ancestral hall.

When the brothers saw that the captain was back, everyone gathered around, and the captain asked and said. After Yuesong introduced the eldest brother to the brothers, he shared the food with the eldest brother and gave it to the brothers. Yuesong and the eldest brother watched the brothers gobble up their meals while discussing the night's actions with everyone.

The brothers were all full, and after the matter had been discussed, Yue Song sent the eldest brother out of the ancestral hall, and the eldest brother was also busy greeting the young men in Luoxi, ready to echo each other and take advantage of the night to have a good fight with the devils.

After the eldest brother left, Yuesong lit a cigarette and walked slowly alone on the Luoxi martial arts field at the entrance of the ancestral hall. In the night of mid-spring, the gentle breeze, the fresh air, the fragrant moon season, the bright moon hanging high, the familiar martial arts training ground, the moon pine is both comfortable and depressing. Yuesong sat on the stone lock, looking at the eighteenth class of weapons, thinking that in the past, under the teaching of his eldest brother's one move and one style, walking with his father's smile, and in his grandfather's stern eyes, sweating like rain, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, practicing martial arts day by day. Now although he is scarred, there are countless devils who have been killed by his own hands. The revenge of the three hundred brothers in the three battalions can be regarded as revenge, and the revenge of the brothers who died in the special combat team can also be regarded as revenge. Thinking of being able to slaughter the little devil of the dog day continuously, and thinking of being able to clearly see the blood of the devil spurted, Yuesong felt an indescribable pleasure.

Yuesong smoked a cigarette leisurely, imagining killing the devils without any boundaries, imagining groups of devils crying wolves in front of him, imagining one old devil after another being shot by his own sniper rifle, imagining driving all the devils in China into the sea like pigs, imagining that the Japanese island with a bigger egg sinks and sinks and disappears into the sea. Yue Song thought about it and suddenly felt very happy, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Haha, hahaha, haha", laughing and laughing that it was not enough to enjoy it, and jumped up deeply, flew to the plum blossom pile, faced the sky with his back to the sky, raised his hands high, and roared to the sky, "Ahh