Although Fu Bowen died because of the war, his spirit will always exist in the hearts of the people of the motherland, and his spirit will be passed down from generation to generation in the army by the country

"Son, Dad has come to see you" Fu Lao put the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, and his hands full of creases gently stroked the photo on the tombstone, and his eyes were a little more wet, "Did you see it?" The motherland is no longer something that foreign people can infringe on, and the motherland has finally entered a new era in terms of strengthening the country and the army."

When Fu Lao worshipped, he didn't say many warm words, but told the current situation of the motherland and the army that is getting stronger day by day, which is to tell the people under Jiuquan that their efforts are not in vain, and the motherland has worked harder to move forward and become stronger after their sacrifices, just to live up to the martyrs who sacrificed for the motherland and the people, and their sacrifices have spurred the motherland and made the motherland unswervingly on the road to becoming a strong country

Ling Zishan's heart was also full of sourness, the lady in the photo, she knew, when she once heard Fu Lao tell that story, she still felt that everything was just a coincidence, and later, although she repeatedly moved the idea of seeking the truth, she never really acted

Now Ling Zishan really understands, what coincidence? There are so many coincidences in the world, everything is just a man-made lie! Artificial deception! Artificial concealment!

Everything is just the result of man-made, just like what Fu Lao investigated, the result of man-made caused has caused three generations to suffer countless pains

The wind blew gently, brushing the cheeks of several people, Fu Lao didn't know how long he spoke, and Ning Yuqian didn't know how long they stood straight, the sun went from rising to sunset, and the four of them stood here for a whole day, but none of them complained, their faces were solemn respect, and their eyes were full of gratitude to these martyrs

The sunset and the sunset, the afterglow of the sun shone on the faces of several people, reflecting the sunset and becoming reddish, and the cemetery was silent, only the occasional sound of the wind blowing and the sound of Fu Lao telling from time to time

"Let's go, let's go back" Fu Lao staggered to stand up, Ning Yuqian immediately stretched out his hands to help, Fu Lao squatted in front of the tombstone all day, his feet were already paralyzed and unconscious, and when he stood up at this moment, he felt that his feet were like ants gnawing

Fu Lao also knew his physical condition, and couldn't help but sigh "People are old", this sentence fell on the ears of the three people, making the hearts of several people extremely sour for a while

Fu Lao has been contributing to the country all his life, and when he was young, for the motherland, he traveled south and north to study medical skills, and contributed his medical skills to the country's army

finally waited for his son to grow up, but before he had time to enjoy the blessings, his son's family died tragically on the battlefield together, contributing their lives to the country

After the war, in order for the motherland to have a respite, he followed the leaders all over the world, and it was not until recent years that he gradually retreated from his position, retreated to the forest, and was indifferent to fame and fortune

Fu Lao's life has been respected, and his achievements have reached this day, and the country's leaders have to give three points when they see Fu Lao, but he is such a great old man, but he dies alone

"Be careful"

"Okay, okay" Fu Lao waved his hand at Ning Yuqian, who was supporting him, signaling that he could let go of himself, "I'm not too old to walk, I still have to come here to read the blog post for a few more years, although someone is accompanying him below, but I still feel that he is lonely."

A father's love for his son is on full display at this moment

The sun was sinking in the west, night was falling, and the cemetery behind the few people was lonely

In the passage of time, how many people in today's peaceful society can remember the efforts of the previous generation? How many people still know the tragedy of the war back then?