Zhang Ran helped Qin Yuzhen into the courtyard, and then helped her sit down at the stone table in the courtyard.

Gu Zhengde and Gu Junze, as well as an accompanying young soldier, followed Zhang and then entered the courtyard of Zhang's house silently.

"Ranran, you hurry up to my house and take out the jar of tea that your father treasured!"

Qin Yuzhen instructed Zhang Ran to enter the house, and then beckoned Gu Zhengde and the others to sit down, and then asked with a puzzled face: "I don't know what happened to the few of you who came here today?" ”

Zhang Hongyi has been sacrificed for almost two months, and his relics have already been returned to the Zhang family through Sun Jianming, the village party secretary of Xiaowan Village.

Qin Yuzhen really couldn't figure it out, what else could the comrades in the army do at this point in time to find the door?

Gu Zhengde was silent for a moment, and then looked at Gu Junze beside him: "Junze, it's up to you to talk about this matter yourself!" ”

Qin Yuzhen followed Gu Zhengde's gaze for some reason and looked at Gu Junze, who was not a few years older than Zhang Ran.

Who knows, as soon as her eyes swept over, the other party suddenly bowed deeply to her.

"Little comrade, what are you?"

Qin Yuzhen was a little flattered, she was very puzzled in her heart, why did this good kid suddenly come like this?

Gu Junze bowed his back for a long minute, and then straightened his back and said with a look of shame, "Aunt Qin, I came to the door today to ask you for my guilt!" ”

"Little comrade, what are you doing here, what are you guilty of?"

Qin Yuzhen had a faint conjecture in her head.

Not long ago, when she suddenly learned the bad news of Zhang Hongyi's sacrifice, she felt that her sky was about to fall.

Three months ago, when Zhang Hongyi returned to the army on leave, he told her that when she gave birth, he must rush home to welcome the birth of their second child.

It's a pity that Qin Yuzhen didn't wait for that day, but waited for the news of Zhang Hongyi's sacrifice first.

"Aunt Qin, Company Commander Zhang, he sacrificed to save me, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your family, the person who should have died is me, I'm sorry..... I ......"

Gu Junze looked self-reproachful, except for saying sorry, he didn't know what else he could do to alleviate his sins.

In fact, Zhang Hongyi's sacrifice was at most an accident, when he led Gu Junze and several other team members to destroy the den of a drug trafficking gang on the orders of his superiors.

Originally, the mission went very smoothly, and all the drug dealers were subdued one by one.

Because of Gu Junze's small negligence, the drug dealer at his feet suddenly threw a delighted grenade.

In order to cover him, Zhang Hongyi stepped forward and blocked him like a human wall.

After the explosion, Zhang Hongyi, along with the drug dealer, was blown up almost beyond recognition.

Gu Junze and the other team members were in tears, from beginning to end, and re-spliced the shattered body pieces of Zhang Hongyi that were blown up, piece by piece.

After that incident, Gu Junze was decadent for a long time, he directly asked the army for a long vacation, and then used alcohol to numb himself every day at home.

He will never forget the appearance of Zhang Hongyi being blown to pieces in front of him.

Every night, he would wake up from the same nightmare.

Seeing that he was sluggish, and even had the crazy idea of retiring from the army, Gu Zhengde had a five-hour father-son conversation with him.

After that, Gu Zhengde decided to personally lead Gu Junze to Zhang's house to make amends.

Gu Zhengde hoped that in this way, he would alleviate the guilt in Gu Junze's heart and make him cheer up again.

After listening to Gu Junze's explanation, Qin Yuzhen couldn't help but hide her face and cry bitterly.

The countryside pays attention to burial, but all she received was Zhang Hongyi's ashes.

Qin Yuzhen knew that the army had always been in this process, but she never expected that Zhang Hongyi would be cremated in a state of dead bodies.