"Master, go to the Martyrs' Memorial Garden." After going downstairs, Liu Xiaoxing stopped a taxi, and said to the driver after getting in the car.

"Howler!" The driver answered, hit his watch, and galloped away.

An hour and a half later.

Liu Xiaoxing stood silently at the entrance of the Martyrs' Memorial Garden, overlooking the tombs like the sea and ocean. The deep eyes explore the ultimate pain in a dead silence. He came to visit Xu Desheng, a man who had lived between his life and death, a martyr who forged faith with blood.

He walked along a long white cobblestone path, and the cherry blossoms on both sides were like frosty clouds, adding a bit of freshness and beauty to the cemetery in the spring sun. However, his heart was heavy. Because, when he came here, what he missed was Xu Desheng, who was buried here and died of a gunshot wound.

Xu Desheng, that maybe, if he gets timely treatment, may still be intoxicated with the warm spring sun like Liu Xiaoxing, enjoying the joy and comfort brought by youth. Helplessly, he has become a fighter with a gun, a hero on the charging line, and finally turned into a man in the tomb.

Liu Xiaoxing walked slowly to Xu Desheng's tombstone. He examined the words on the weathered tombstone, and gently stroked the handwriting with his fingers, as if clinging to a hope, imagining that if Xu Desheng had not chosen to save himself first in order to save him first, then things might have been different, maybe death would have given up, maybe Xu Desheng would have lived.

Liu Xiaoxing looked back at the cemetery, and there were countless neatly arranged tombstones in front of him, each of which was fixed with the precious lives of the martyrs. They are the backbone of society and the foundation for countless ordinary people to live peacefully. It is said that since the completion of this garden, a total of 64 people in the imperial capital police system have been posthumously recognized as martyrs, and 241 people have died in the line of duty. That kind of unreserved spirit of sacrifice and heroic dedication to the mission all moved Liu Xiaoxing.

Although these numbers are insignificant in the grand society, for each individual, they carry the sincere thoughts and endless pain of family, relatives, friends, colleagues and the whole society. The loss of every life is heart-wrenching.

Liu Xiaoxing felt a surge of blood in his heart, and paid deep respect to these nameless heroes. They wrote a heroic movement with their lives, without fame and fortune, only silent dedication. In the melting pot of society, they have turned into a clear sky.

"Why do we only realize their greatness and preciousness after they leave?" Liu Xiaoxing's heart was full of soul torture. Whenever he thought about it, his eyes moistened.

He looked down at Xu Desheng's tombstone and told him quietly: "Officer Xu, no matter where you are, your dedication and sacrifice will always live in my memory." May you find peace and security in the other world. ”

The afternoon sun shone on the martyrs' memorial garden, and the shadow of the tombstone was mottled on the silent earth, Liu Xiaoxing looked at this river of life, and his heart was full of deep and complex emotions. He closed his eyes and imagined whether the dead martyrs would have regained a different kind of vitality in another world, and whether their heroic spirit would continue in the world.

Liu Xiaoxing gently spread out his palms and made a protective gesture towards Xu Desheng's tombstone, smiling. At that moment, the sun rained down and pierced through the thick clouds, which had never been so real. It was as if his soul had been washed, and the question mark that had been hanging over his heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deeper understanding.

"I'll remember you." Liu Xiaoxing whispered, "Not only for you, but also for every one of us who is still fighting and fighting." ”

Liu Xiaoxing stared into the distance, looking at the afterglow of the sunset, as if he could see countless heroes soaring in the dusk. They have protected this homeland with their lives, so that everyone can live with peace of mind.

At this time, the sun had set, and the cemetery was surrounded by an ethereal desolation. Under the shroud of sadness, Liu Xiaoxing played with Xu Desheng, who was born as a martyr in history, and asked himself: "If I were him, what choice would I make?" He tries to understand the inner swings, struggles and choices of those who sleep here in the face of life and death, which is the most tenacious sparkle of the soul and the deepest love for life.

In this land as silent as death, in contemplation, Liu Xiaoxing found that he began to remember all this: those glorious times, those countless honors and sacrifices, and those vivid and inseparable lives......

Liu Xiaoxing took a deep breath of air, felt the ancient breath from the distant past, and engraved this sacred land, the quiet environment, and those stories full of tears in his heart.

He turned to leave the Martyrs' Memorial Garden, his back stretched between the stone monuments, and his every step was surrounded by moonlight, as if there was an inexplicable connection with this land of memorial.

The last bit of starlight splashed on the iron gates of the memorial garden, and the ordinary fence became solemn and mysterious under its polish. This memorial garden, like a timeless historical script, evokes more or less forgotten memories.

After leaving the Martyrs' Memorial Garden, Liu Xiaoxing took a taxi.

The taxi drove to an old-fashioned, low-rise brick and concrete building in the old city, where Mr. Xu's widow and his daughter lived.

The stairwell was mixed with the smell of rice and the grinding of old wooden handrails.

Liu Xiaoxing came to a rusty security door on the third floor and pressed the doorbell button on the wall.

A moment later, a beautiful face peeked out of the crack in the door. When she saw Liu Xiaoxing, she smiled happily at him: "Brother Xiaoxing, you are here again!" ”

This junior high school student who is about to graduate is Xu Desheng's only daughter - Xu Ya.

With Xiaoya's guidance, Liu Xiaoxing walked into the house.

The slightly mottled walls are sprinkled with sunlight, and on the geometric sofa sits Xu Desheng's widow, Aunt Zheng, after seeing Liu Xiaoxing, a gentle but sad smile appeared on her face, and she whispered: "Xiaoxing, why are you here again?" I remember that the study of the Z University was not easy! You're so old that you won't delay your study time, right? And, don't buy so much next time! Don't break the bank. You're still a student, so you'll have a lot of money to spend in the future. ”

After Liu Xiaoxing put down the big bag he was carrying, he said with a smile: "Aunt Zheng, it's all some vegetables and fruits, just a little heart." ”

He took the teacup handed over by Xu Ya, thanked him, and continued: "Recently, I have saved enough credits!" Nothing busy! After talking to the school, I was basically busy with the fund. Not busy, you can rest assured. ”

After speaking, Liu Xiaoxing took out a small white medicine box and handed it to Xu Ya, saying, "Xiaoya, you try this." This is a brain tonic pill brought by my American friend, saying that it can enhance memory, and it is said that money can't buy it! You're about to take the college entrance examination, and you need to make up for your brain, so try it. ”

"Huh? That's too precious, Brother Xiaoxing, I can't ask for it. Xu Ya hurriedly waved her hand to refuse.

"My friends didn't ask me for money, what's valuable!" Liu Xiaoxing pretended to be angry at Aunt Zheng and said, "Auntie, can you let Xiaoya take it?" Unless you think that I mean to harm you, and think that this brain pill is wrong. ”