Shen Xinjing closed his eyes and began to enter a state of drowsy, the last time he came to see Xiao Lanmo, it was to remember that this time he came to tell him good news.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Shen Xinjing saw Xiao Lanmo, Xiao Lanmo of all kinds, always dressed uprightly, with a serious camouflage face, dangling in front of his eyes, unable to catch it.

"Lan Lan, don't go, Lan Lan, you come back." Shen Xinjing walked forward and pounced.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing, you finally came to see me." Xiao Lanmo suddenly appeared in front of him, five meters away from him.

Wearing a special combat uniform, wearing a helmet, and holding a steel gun in his hand, Xiao Lanmo walked over with a smile, this is a very rare appearance for Xiao Lanmo, "Ah Jing, I've been waiting for you for a long time, are you here to take me back?" I'm alone here, I miss you so much, and I pray to see you every day! ”

Shen Xinjing couldn't listen to it anymore, ran over barefoot, hugged Xiao Lanmo, and began to cry, Xiao Lanmo put the gun beside him, hugged Shen Xinjing with both hands, missed it to the bone, and hugged people into his arms.

Feeling countless fantasy hugs, Shen Xinjing couldn't cry, from the beginning of "hum" to "woo", and then to the heart-rending "ahhhh

The heart-rending cry in his ears broke Xiao Lanmo's heart, I don't know what kind of thing made Shen Xinjing so sad, but I didn't know that it was myself.

"Lan Lan, I can't take you away." When Shen Xinjing said this, he felt that he was about to lose his breath.

"Why?" Xiao Lanmo expressed his inner emotions directly, this was the first time, but with Xiao Lanmo's cleverness, he had already understood something, so he fell into the unique silence of the Xiao family. Shen Xinjing couldn't bear to look at Xiao Lanmo like this, and the loneliness of his back made Shen Xinjing couldn't help but rush over and hug him.

"A-Jing, A-Jing, wake up, we're almost there." Shen Xinjing woke up, wiped away the tears on his face, Ye Yinli handed over the paper, and said nothing.

"Yinli, Lan Lan is still waiting for me to take him home, but I can't even say that he is dead." Shen Xinjing hid her face again and cried silently.

"We'll take Brother Xiao home now." Ye Yinli leaned over and wiped away the tears on Shen Xinjing's face. Still to a familiar location, Shen Xinjing got out of the car and bought a bouquet of favorite orchids.

The two came to the Qingcheng Martyrs Cemetery, Shen Xinjing came to a familiar position, put down the orchid, Ye Yinli brought the certificate and plaque of the first-class meritorious hero, and also put it down for Xiao Lanmo to see, and then Ye Yinli left.

Shen Xinjing sat down and leaned on Xiao Lanmo's tombstone as before, as if leaning on Xiao Lanmo's shoulder, and began to talk to Xiao Lanmo: "Lanlan, do you remember Kang Waxi?" You tell me the story of it, and we'll go there for training together. The snowy plateau on nine cold days, the temperature of more than minus 20 degrees Celsius, dripping into ice.

As the car sped along the Xin-Tibet line, I sat on the troop carrier and watched the scenery on both sides fly backwards. The deserted Gobi Desert has no trees, no water, and is yellow.

Just when he was bored, the driver suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance and excitedly shouted: "It's Kangsiwa ahead!" You hurriedly leaned over and looked in the direction he was pointing...... Consiva, a name that has always echoed in my heart. Then he turned back to me and smiled and said, "Look, Ajing, that's Conxiva!" ”

In the western border of the motherland, some place names are destined to carry moving stories, and later I slowly learned about Shenxian Bay, Hongliutan, Sweet Water Sea, Shiquan River......

At that time, you told me that the deepest imprint on your heart was Consiva.

A battle of our army was fought in Kunlun Mountain, and the front finger was set up in Kangxiwa. After the end of the war, the former commander was evacuated, leaving the remains of 83 martyrs, and the descendants built the highest martyr cemetery in China - Kangxiwa Martyrs Cemetery here.

Later, the soldiers who died in the line of duty were also buried here, and up to now, a total of 106 martyrs are buried here.

I remember when you said this, your voice became reverent, and there were tears in your eyes, which made me deeply affected and yearned. I flipped through the map and meandered south along National Highway 219 to find Conciva. At an altitude of more than 4,700 meters, there is no grave keeper in the Kangxiwa Martyrs' Cemetery, but the map is still marked with the legend of the settlement.

Looking in the direction of the driver's guidance, at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a low gray wall encloses a square circle, and a gray and black monument stands in the middle. Against the backdrop of the surrounding gray and yellow mountains, it sits there alone - this is the Kangsiwa Martyrs Cemetery!

Kangsiwa is a very magical place, no matter who the nearby garrison is, the first thing they do after taking office is to report to the martyrs in Kangxiwa, and they also consciously come to report their work regularly, which has formed a tradition. You sat next to me and told me about the magical legend of Kangxiwa, which made me feel the reverence of the soldiers who walked on the New Tibet Line for this land.

I asked, "How far are we from the Martyrs' Cemetery?" ”

You say, "Less than 2 kilometers!" ”

Less than 2 km! I feel like I can touch the heartbeat of the owner of the mountain!

The task was in the body, and it was impossible to stop to worship, so the driver honked a long whistle to pay tribute to the martyrs. I also raised my right hand and gave a slow military salute.

Before the troops finished their tasks and were transferred, the superiors instructed all the soldiers to pay respects to the cemetery and bid farewell to the martyrs.

The phalanx of hundreds of people stood neatly in front of the cemetery monument, and the gusts of plateau wind blew, like a low mournful music.

I looked up at the monument. The monument is about 10 meters high, and there are 13 red traditional characters on it: The martyrs who defend the borders of the motherland are immortal! The tombs of the martyrs were lined up in columns......

Finally in this long-awaited spiritual highland, I felt a strong shock. This kind of shock does not require any solemn ceremony, nor does it need to lay out their deeds. When you face them, there is a feeling of emotion flowing quietly in your heart like the Karakash River across the mountain.

In front of each martyr's tomb is a gray tombstone, engraved with the martyr's name, former unit, date of birth and death, and place of origin.

The vast majority of the martyrs were only about 20 years old when they died, and the smoke and flames of war forever fixed their glory and bloomed firmly on the western front of the motherland......

While he was remembering, two whistles came from behind him. Looking back, the convoy of captains of another team was slowly passing by, and they were also paying tribute to the souls of the martyrs in heaven by honking their horns.

In an instant, thousands of cars sounded in unison, and the sound of whistles echoed in the valley for a long time. What soldier can withstand such a scene?

Tears had long blurred my eyes, and when I looked at the martyrs again, they were clearly standing there, with their backs to Kunlun Mountain, clenching the steel guns in their hands, waiting for the call of the motherland......

The strong highland wind blew, blew on my face, blew on my chest, and the sound of the wind came from far and near, like the neighing of a war horse, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and more like the cry of a warrior charging into battle......

You always tell me that I have no regrets in this life, and I will make a country with you! Why did you leave me halfway through? Shen Xinjing sadly remembered the previous events, and remembered Xiao Lanmo's appearance when he talked about heroes.

If the world asks what the word loyalty is, it must be the light in Xiao Lanmo's eyes.