"Eat on the table, heat it yourself!"

"Tomorrow No. 2 Middle School will hold the opening ceremony of the Heroes Memorial Hall, don't stay up late tonight."

"When the time comes, you need to attend, don't forget."

Yu Sanshui stood in front of the mirror and kept taking care of the old suit on his body, and he was not satisfied after all.

Yu Sanshui took out a rose and held it in his mouth like a trick, exuding the unique charm of a mature man.

After making all the preparations, Yu Sanshui solemnly took out a very small bottle of perfume and sprayed it in the air, so that the fragrance spread evenly all over the body.

"So..."

"Goodbye!"

"Remember our agreement and keep it secret for me!"

Looking at the expressionless rest of his life sitting at the dinner table, Yu Sanshui posed in an exclusive pose for middle-aged and elderly people, holding roses in his mouth, pushing open the door, and leaving in style.

After Yu Sanshui left.

Yu Sheng slowly took out his mobile phone, found a string of numbers, and called.

"Hello..."

"I want to report..."

"Well, Hotel Sawyer 333."

"It's okay, it's everyone's responsibility to report your father."

"My card number was sent to you."

Yu Sheng whispered to the phone, and finally hung up the phone slowly, leaning against the dining table, deep in thought.

After about a few seconds...

A text message rang.

'The bank card arrives at 10W yuan, and the balance is XXXX...'

"She gave..."

"More than you, indeed..."

Yu Sheng silently put away his mobile phone, ate seriously, washed the dishes, and finally sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Until late at night.

The phone rings.

"Why don't you sell me !!?"

"Didn't you say okay, this is a tacit understanding between our men, why did you tell her my whereabouts!"

"Ah!! Wife, I was wrong, I was wrong! ”

"I just went out to buy groceries, and I met a poor lady who was wandering outside, and I kindly opened a hotel for him and gave him a few hundred... I...."

"Ah!!h

The phone hangs up.

Yu Sheng silently put away his phone, returned to the room, set mute, and went to sleep.

Nothing happened overnight.

Jiangbei.

Second.

"Students, let us celebrate with warm applause, the Heroes Memorial Hall of No. 2 Middle School was established!"

The bald headmaster waved his arms and said impassionedly.

"Headmaster..."

"Are you sure it's okay to turn the old canteen into a hero's memorial?"

The dean stood behind the principal with a blank face and said softly.

"I'm afraid... What are you afraid of..."

"Lack of funding..."

The bald headmaster grinned reluctantly and wiped the sweat from the top of his head.

"But the funds approved from above are abundant..."

The dean of teaching was puzzled again and said lightly.

"!"

"Isn't the education of the children more important?"

"Isn't it good to have a few air conditioners in Doan?"

"Besides..."

"Is this memorial shabby?"

"No!"

"Only in this way can we highlight the heroic fearlessness and harsh environment of the older generation!"

The principal said impassionedly, and finally turned around and looked at a group of ignorant and innocent students: "Here, it is the sages who once died bravely to protect our No. 2 Middle School, and... And all of us who graduated from No. 2 Middle School and died on the battlefield! ”

"Today..."

"Open!"

"Sacrifice to the sages!"

"There is no need to offer incense, no need to worship, but you have to remember Lao Tzu, remember them... Their names, and everything they've ever done! ”

"Keep it in mind!"

"Got it?"

With the principal's words, the students poured into it with simplicity and curiosity, looking at the names, deeds, and information on the photos, and whispering about them.

The photos here are mostly in black and white.

Only the front two...

It is a color.

"They, it's the rest of their lives, time!"

"Living sages!"

"It's also my second middle school..."

"The proudest student!"

The principal stood in front of the photo of Yu Sheng, speaking proudly, and greeted a series of adoring eyes.

It's just that no one saw it, and in the corner, a young man wearing a peaked cap was slowly raising his head, looking at a black and white photo, motionless.

The photo didn't stand out compared to the rest of the surroundings.

But in his eyes...

But it seems to have become the heart of the memorial.

"Until now..."

"I still can't understand your state of mind..."

"But I'm still trying..."

"The backpack broke, but I sewed it on..."

"The medal is still there..."

"I have a... A different medal. ”

"The only Terran..."

"Medal."