Who is he?

He was the second-class hero of the first battle of the three iron eagles in Huashan.

He is a first-class hero in the battle of the Sichuan Shu Feather Demon Dragon.

He was a man of great merit in rescuing tens of thousands of seriously wounded people.

Secretary Fan looked at the wall of the conference room.

The walls are covered with dazzling medals.

Medals of Merit of the Second Class hang all over the walls.

It represents a hero who dedicates himself to the country.

The first-class merit corresponds to a photo.

Most of the soldiers in the photos are middle-aged, but there is only one young man with a young face who also hangs on this wall.

This is the wall that Great Xia is proud of.

It was ordinary, but because it was full of medals and the loyal soul of Great Xia, it looked brilliant, so this wall symbolized the proudest sons and daughters of Great Xia.

At the top of the wall, there are three or four medals of special merit, as well as the corresponding photos of special meritorious heroes.

Lin Xiao's appearance, and the special merit medal, have been hung on this wall, and everyone knows that he is the pride of Rushuai, and he is one of the pride of Great Xia.

But now it'......

"We deduce that Yang Yao and Lin Xiao have feelings."

Secretary Fan said in a low tone: "Although Lin Xiao's personality is heartless on the surface, deep down, he values love and righteousness, so he doesn't want to see Yang Yao die in the bombing area, so he ......"

Suddenly, Ru Shuai lifted the brush and spread out the rice paper, his old eyebrows were full of sadness, and his slightly raised eyes seemed to be looking at a suffocating bombardment picture.

He is the pride of Great Xia, and he is my pride.

He was born seriously ill, he was born terminally ill.

Eighteen years of terminal heart illness did not kill him.

But in the end, I let him die......

Unconsciously, Secretary Fan's eyes gradually became horrified, because he saw that the Confucian handsome, who had been in a high position all the year round, had seen through the red dust of the world, and carried the backbone of the Great Xia Military Department, there were crystal tears in the corners of his eyes!

"Lin Xiao, ......"

The brush in Ru Shuai's hand moved, and his sad eyes gradually dyed the rice paper with the pen and ink, and he wrote one word after another.

"Old man, I'm ...... I'm sorry you ......."

Quiet meeting room.

Only the sound of pen and ink sounded.

It seems to be for the teenager who rushed to the bombing zone.

A low and sad mournful music was played.

Writing and writing, Ru Shuai actually smiled.

In the smile, there seems to be a prosperous time.

It was as if he had seen himself as he had been.

The young Confucian handsome, there was also a girl who swore to protect, but the result was mishap, chaotic times, and finally lost everything.

"What a girl to be guarded to let your kid rush into the bombing zone......"

Ru Shuai smiled and shook his head.

Two vicissitudes of old tears slipped quietly.

Everything has become settled.

Own fault.

I have no power to return to the sky.

"Idiot...... What an idiot......"

Birch maple leaves, lush outside the window.

The pen in Rushuai's hand finally stopped.

Rice paper as white as snow.

A few lines of words, the ink is scattered like rain.

Endless sorrow, full of regret.

It's all soaked in every word

Secretary Fan took a closer look, looked at the words on the rice paper, his pupils contracted slightly, and he whispered:

"Idiots are most afraid of dusk."

In the first line of words, Secretary Fan seemed to see Lin Xiao's idiot through the black characters, he looked out the window, the dusk was like blood, and the remnant sun ended, and he didn't know for a while that it was dusk or that idiot who ended.

Secretary Fan also felt the tip of his nose sour.

"The rain is drowning and crying."

In the second line of words, Secretary Fan saw the catastrophe, as if this was a catastrophe given by the sky, and the sky gave Lin Xiao, the pride of the sky, but he was born terminally ill, and read out the countdown to death early.

Daxia is working hard, Ru Shuai is working hard, Lin Xiao is working hard, everyone is working hard, I want this Tianjiao to overcome the disease and survive, but the final outcome is still an untimely death, thinking of this, Secretary Fan was sad for a while.

The rain is sparse and weeping.

Lin Xiao's life is too bitter.

finally had a girl like Yang Yao.

In the end, no one will survive.

Look at each other, cry and part, life is hard.

"Weeping sycamore, weeping sycamore, weeping sycamore......" Secretary Fan shook his head bitterly, endless sadness welled up in his heart, he felt Lin Xiao's suffering, and felt this kind of calamity and sorrow.

Then the third line, the fourth line, the fifth line.

"It's better to marry a peach and a plum in the spring breeze."

"Spring is gone."

"Autumn is gone."

"It's hard to get a good time."

Read all the words.

Secretary Fan only felt short of breath.

A piece of rice paper, full of sorrow and regret.

"Idiot, what a idiot......"

Secretary Fan took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly, and the sourness on the tip of his nose and the sadness in his heart were relieved a little.

But when he looked down again, seeing these words, Secretary Fan couldn't help but recall Lin Xiao standing in front of him, his face was pale, holding orange juice, and he looked pitiful.

For a time, memories are like knives, and those who are pierced hurt.

Outside the window is lush, but with endless sadness.

The evening sunset is extremely beautiful.

But it is the twilight of the remnant sun.

The sun was shining down the hillside.

The warmth of the past is about to leave the world.

The last few beams of twilight sun, through the lush window, are reflected on the pure white rice paper in the most gentle colors, as if to warm those black cold words.

Just like Lin Xiao, everyone felt anxious and sad about his terminal illness.

But he was able to turn his head and gently comfort everyone.

He carried suffering, but he became the gentlest of men.

For the first time in his life, Secretary Fan lit a cigarette for himself in the imperial capital conference room, which symbolizes the highest military power, and used the smoke to suppress the pathos in his heart.

……

"Idiots are most afraid of Huangquan."

"The rain is drowning and crying."

"It's better for a peach and a plum to marry the east wind."

"Spring is gone."

"Autumn is gone."

"It's hard to find a ...... good encounter"

……

"Idiots are most afraid of Huangquan ......"

Secretary Fan inhaled the smoke into his lungs.

Ru Shuai stood in front of the windowsill and watched the sunset return to the mountain, when the dusk fell and the night appeared, he stood like a statue.

"Idiot, what an idiot......"

Ru Shuai's lips pursed, and he said softly: "Old Fan, I'm very uncomfortable, I ruined that idiot, I ruined the bright future of the Prison Palace, do you know what I'm worried about now?" ”

Secretary Fan raised his head: "Worried about Sun Jiufeng, Chen Fo of the East China Sea, and Song Jiao of Chang'an to kill the military headquarters of the imperial capital, question the five generalissimos, and turbulent the high-level of Great Xia." ”

Ru Shuai nodded, his eyes were helpless and sad, and he muttered to himself: "When the time comes, the high-level leaders of Great Xia, who have finally stabilized, may usher in a bloody storm......

Secretary Fan closed his eyes: "Confucian Shuai, Lin Xiao saved 10,000 seriously wounded people in the East China Sea, don't let Chen Fo and Song Jiao lead troops into the imperial capital, otherwise everything is over, they can't die." ”

Lead troops into the imperial capital.

Question the Imperial Capital Military Department.

Plus Sun Jiufeng.

This force is too strong and huge.

But it will definitely be suppressed to death by the rest of the marshals with even more powerful forces!

"Hmm...... Alas......"

An old sigh sounded.

Ru Shuai looked at the satellite TV of the military department.

The picture just happened to be a shocking picture of a nuclear explosion in which the bomber left and the entire mountain city bloomed in many places.

"Idiot, what an idiot......"

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