has always been as warm as jade, with a smile on her face, making people feel like a handsome face bathed in a spring breeze, but Le Wenyun saw the sadness that could not be dissolved from this moment.

*

"Mommy, Mommy! Can you play with me?"

When she was a child, Jian Sheng, with delicate facial features, white and tender skin, and a soft and soft voice, looked like a cute and beautiful little girl at first glance.

The woman wearing a military uniform, short hair, and a tall figure paused, pressed Xiao Jian Sheng's shoulder, and there was a trace of tenderness on her expressionless face.

"Xiaosheng, I'm sorry, my mother is on a mission today, and I may not be able to accompany you for a week, you have to listen to Uncle Housekeeper at home, okay?"

Xiao Jian Sheng's big eyes were overflowing with tears, his mouth was pursed, and he nodded aggrievedly.

The woman stood up, smiled and touched Xiao Jian Sheng's head, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

The steps are firm, and the back is slender and straight.

Xiao Jiansheng tried hard to squeeze out a smile towards the woman's back, wanting to tell herself that her mother had something very important to do, and he couldn't be so willful and selfish.

But Xiao Jiansheng didn't know that this was the last time he saw his mother.

When I saw my mother again, it was a black and white photo in the martyrs' cemetery.

There weren't even corpses.

Mom's comrades-in-arms said that in order to save hundreds of trapped children, she desperately rushed into the raging and broken wooden house, and finally rescued all the children by herself.

When the fire brigade came to extinguish the raging fire, all they found was a pile of charred, blackened bones.

At that time, the whole audience was mourning for her.

The child she rescued burst into tears and couldn't help but sob.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and the atmosphere was heavy.

When they returned, they burned her bones into ashes, erected a tombstone for her in the martyrs' cemetery, and buried the urn.

The heavy rain wet Xiao Jiansheng's hair, clothes, pants, socks, and shoes......

The face was covered with water.

I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.

Xiao Jiansheng stood in the rain for a whole afternoon, and finally knelt in front of the woman's grave, placed flowers in front of the tomb, and gently stroked the woman's serious face in the black and white photo with her little hands.

Finally, I couldn't help it, hugged the cold tombstone and cried.

He hugged the tombstone tightly.

It seems that only in this way can we find a trace of warmth.

Jian Sheng's father was a police officer.

He died in the line of duty not long after Jian Sheng was born.

It was Jian Sheng's mother who worked hard to pull him up.

Play with him, study with him, be sad with him, be happy with him, and tell stories with him......

However, the profession of a soldier is always full of danger and unknown.

Time is not guaranteed when it comes to a mission.

Sometimes it's a few days, sometimes it's a week or so, sometimes it's weeks, sometimes it's even months.

As Jian Sheng grew up, his mother accompanied him less and less.

At last.

He finally lost his only loved one.

After that, Jian Sheng seemed to be a different person.

From introverted and shy expressionless, to gentle bathing in the spring breeze, with a warm smile at all times.

Because from the moment he lost his mother, he made a decision.

He's going to be a bad guy.

*

"Xiaosheng, my mother is a soldier, and the responsibility of a soldier is to protect the family and defend the country and eliminate harm for the people, as long as there are bad people, my mother will be there, and the bad people will definitely be arrested."

It was a starry night.

The woman sat in front of Xiao Jiansheng's bed, holding a bedtime story in her hand, and turned her head to look at the night sky outside the window, her tone was heavy, but with a strong sense of longing.