This is a single chapter with deep feelings, especially touching, please bring your own tissues, popcorn, spicy fries, and fries to watch.

Well, I just want to tell you a story.

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As I said in the previous story, there were some real events that happened, and then I processed them and presented them to you.

It's my empathy.

And the story of the soldier also has a prototype, and part of it happened in my house.

My grandmother's mother, my great-grandmother. Although it was not like in the article, I waited for 80 years.

But my great-grandmother waited for 60 years until she died.

My great-grandfather (my grandmother's father), shortly after my grandmother was born, joined the army and followed Marshal He Long to fight devils.

There was no news of him.

My grandmother is only in her twenties, which is the age when everyone is now carefree and go to college.

She took her three children to hide from the Japanese, and she had to raise them, and she didn't remarry, she relied on one person for 60 years.

In short, my great-grandfather is that he can't see anyone alive or dead.

Grandpa's grave is a well-dressed mound.

Even the family speculated whether they had gone to Taiwan or something.

But maybe it's genetic, my uncle and cousin all chose to be soldiers, haha.

Every time I see the wooden sign of "martyr's family" hanging at the gate, I feel a sense of pride.

And the other thing comes from a piece of news.

There is an uncle who traveled thousands of miles to transport the ashes of veterans from Taiwan back to their ancestral hometown, so that they can return to their roots.

When I first read this news, I thought it was very good, but I didn't expect it to be written into my story not long after.

Maybe that's why art comes from life.

The military is very bitter, and the military wife is also bitter.

I wrote this story to pay tribute to all the military and military wives and the families of military personnel.

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Let's talk about the devil entering the village, the real thing.

My grandmother was born in 1937.

That day, Grandma Tai went to work in the field, leaving Grandma herself on the kang to sleep, and Grandma would only turn over at that time.

Then, the devil entered the village.

It's true that the child was picked to death with a bayonet.

I don't know why, the devil didn't enter Grandma's house.

Several children were killed in the village that day.

My grandmother, fateful, survivor.

Although it is in the past tense, we must remember history and not forget the lessons.

With the help of a netizen's point of view: "The attitude towards Japan is to treat work and life with Japanese people with a calm heart and a normal heart. But at the national level, we must not forget our national humiliation!

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Well, that's actually the point.

First of all, I'm not a full-time writer. 【Highlights】

In particular, starting from today, I will have to go out to study in the next few days, and it will take three or four days just to spend time on the road.

The last two shifts have made me stay up late every day, and my hair will fall out in a bunch.

So in the next few days from today, I'm probably going to have a shift, and I'll try to keep changing, and if I can really squeeze out time, I'll follow the fate.

I'm really sorry to come back and resume after studying.

I hope you can wait for me. QAQ~

I'll give you a heart~

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Finally, some friends have already started school, and some friends are about to start school.

So may I ask the friends who are about to start school, have you finished your homework? 【Funny Face】

A little skin.

Love you guys.