One day many years later, Jiang Wanyin was standing quietly by the Sailim Lake in a wheelchair. She is old, and the years have smeared layers of wind and frost on this once young and beautiful face with its tireless hands. The snow of the Als vein stained her temples white, and also stained the painful memory. She pushed her wheelchair, facing in the direction of the Als vein, for a long, long, silent moment.

For a long time, Luo Zhengxiong in a wheelchair sighed: "Let's go, Wanyin, go back." ”

"You'll let me stay with her again." Jiang Wanyin was a little pleading, but also a little guilty. She knew that staying here for too long would be very detrimental to Luo Zhengxiong's injured leg, his leg had undergone five major surgeries, and he could no longer withstand the toss.

But every time she came, she didn't want to go back. The one buried deep in the snow is her own sister.

"Wanyue—" She called out again so deeply.

Xueling moved, it must have been my sister who heard her call and wanted to fly out of the snow, and wanted to see with her own eyes whether my sister took good care of the man she loved?

"Brother Zhengxiong, let's talk to my sister." Jiang Wanyin bent down and put her face against Luo Zhengxiong's ear.

"You've said all the words, what else do I say?" Luo Zhengxiong tightened his collar and tried his best to maintain the demeanor of a soldier back then.

"You, after so many years, don't you even have a word you want to say?"

"Yes."

"Say it, Brother Zhengxiong, I know you have something in your heart, and my sister wants to hear from you."

"I said it, I said it all."

"I didn't hear that."

"Wanyin, there are some words that you can't hear, but Snow Mountain can hear them, Snow Lotus can hear them, believe it?"

Jiang Wanyin didn't answer, her voice seemed to be blocked by something, it was years, and it was not just years. Tears unconsciously overflowed her eyes, and she felt that she was about to lose her legs, her legs were aggrieved, as if she shouldn't have accompanied people in wheelchairs through this life.

"No, I can hear you!" She seemed to have exerted all her strength, spitting out her grievances and happiness together.

Snow lotus blooms brightly.

Behind him, the newly drilled oil well of the Corps is spewing oil. In the distance, an oil city rises from the ground. She and Luo Zhengxiong's new home is about to move there, and her eldest son is about to graduate and come back, and they have trained another qualified soldier for the Xinjiang Construction Corps, which has gone through half a century. Maybe one day, Liu Wei and Tian Yuzhen's daughter will be married.

A smile appeared on Jiang Wanyin's face.

Very happy.

The Keguqin under the snow ridge has long been different, with five coal fields and three copper mines, so that the Keguqin resounds in the roar of the mining machine all day long. The newly built road on the mountain has just been paved with oil, and the blue sky and red sun shine brightly.

Not far from them, the rancher Hashida was milking cows, his cows were so strong, and the cars carrying the milk were one after another, and in a few years, according to Situ Bilan, she would let the smell of milk from the Koguqin grassland fill the whole world.

In the other corner of the territory, Yu Hai, the political commissar of the Second Agricultural Division, who had retired, looked lonely. Who would have thought that he really never married another woman in his life. It seems that the decision made by Situ Bilan back then was really like a mystery, which made him solve it for a lifetime, and he has not solved it until now.

It's good if you can't untie it, it's good if you can't untie it.

Yu Hai raised his head, and his gaze was once again at the mysterious Keguqin.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the koguqin gradually became blurred.

No, it's still so towering and so steep!