Green green mountains and tall pines are the main tone of Luoxiagou.

Compared with the past, since it was built into a martyr's cemetery, the natural environment here has been significantly improved. Xu Zhongyuan has no objection to this. Does the local government do this and Xu Zhongyuan insist on saying that you don't have to do this? Do you have to flatten the last holy land in your heart? Xu Zhongyuan will never allow such a thing to happen. In Xu Zhongyuan's mind, there is only one thing that comes to mind, that is, as long as the old brothers can live a better life, let alone build a simple martyr's cemetery, even if the scale is larger, Xu Zhongyuan feels that it is understandable.

And you should know that outsiders are prohibited from coming in here.

In this martyr's cemetery, it is not that you can come in as long as you want to come in. For example, if you want to hold a patriotic event here, it is not allowed. It is not that Xu Zhongyuan insists on being so arrogant and domineering, but that he feels that there is no need. There are places for such patriotic events in various places, and Xu Zhongyuan only wants to let his brothers have a quiet place to sleep forever. If he is disturbed by countless people every day, it is his fault.

The whole row of tombstones were quietly erect, just like the poplars that never bent down. Xu Zhongyuan stood silently in front, and behind him were Xu Longque and Su Mu, and then there were the scattered guards. Fang Shuo of course would follow him at all times. He must promptly discover and eliminate any unsafe factors to ensure that Xu Zhongyuan's life safety is always guaranteed.

Today is a cloudy day, and the sun is not seen in the sky. Some are just dark clouds. The gloomy weather makes the atmosphere become more and more serious invisibly. Xu Longque didn't say anything to Su Muduo, and his expression was also cold.

Xu Longque has heard of Luoxiagou's deeds many times, but he knows that all the heroes buried here are the heroes of the country.

"Duan Huan, you always say you want to live a meal of white steamed buns. I can tell you that every household in our country can eat white steamed buns. In the past, the days when we ate steamed buns are gone, and everyone has a good life. You are not afraid that you can eat it, even if you eat ten or eight at a meal, it is not a problem. Make sure you are full. Cough cough, I will tell you this every year when I come here. Don't think I'm talking too much. I'm worried that you won't hear it there. You'll know if you say it a few more times."

"Then. These white steamed buns are for you. Old man, eat them and eat them slowly. Don't choke!"

After Xu Zhongyuan placed the plates of steamed buns one by one, he slowly left the tombstone engraved with Duan Huan, with crystal clear eyes seemingly faintly.

After walking to the tombstone where a row of cigarettes was lit, Xiaoyan'er's appearance suddenly appeared in Xu Zhongyuan's mind. Thinking that Xiaoyan'er was holding the cigarette and looking at the smiling face he showed before he died, Xu Zhongyuan felt his eyes getting wetter and he had the urge to cry.

"Little Yan'er, do you know? Before coming here, I promised myself more than once that I would never cry. But do you know? Every time I see your tombstones here, I think of your appearance, and I can't help but cry. I never want to hide my emotions, and I never deny that I am a nostalgic person. It's good to be nostalgic. If a person is not nostalgic, what qualifications do he have to live in this world?

You were killed by the Japanese stray bullets in the past. Do you know how sad and regretful I am? Since that day, I have never smoked a cigarette. If I swear I wouldn't be the last one. Xiaoyan'er, I did it, I made my promise to you. Haha, I know you are also a Japanese devil, so although I don't smoke, I have to light it for you. Don't worry, when I'm over, I will accompany you. We both smoke every day."

When Su Mu heard this, his heart was surging and mixed emotions were mixed.

Knowing that Xu Zhongyuan would say something heart-wrenching, who would have thought that this was so sensational. Any sensational words without absolute emotional support were all decorations. Every sentence Xu Zhongyuan said was so sincere and full of affection. Su Mu couldn't help himself as he listened, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Xu Longque has not heard these stories once and again, but every time he hears them, he feels so excited that he can't help himself.

"Han Ya, you girl is the most bold. I still clearly remember what you looked like that day. You walked up to me in a dark blue student uniform, staring at me, questioning me why girls can't join the army? Girls can't fight? I also called me an old antique, stubborn and serious feudal thoughts. At that time, you were so youthful and brilliant, heroic, full of fearlessness. You may not know yet. Many people asked me for the organization to approve it. They all dreamed of marrying you as a wife. But I didn't agree. I never agreed to them. It was not that I couldn't agree, but that I never thought of agreeing."

Xu Zhongyuan held a tombstone with Han Ya's name written on both hands, and his heart felt a heart-wrenching pain. His face began to become a little gloomy. His eyes swept across the other tombstones beside him, and a helpless sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. Then he sat straight next to Han Ya's tombstone and whispered softly.

"Before you died, you said you like me, you asked me if I had liked you? How could I have never liked you? But the war years were originally a life of stagnation. I was afraid that if I died on the battlefield, wouldn't that delay your youth and your happiness, so I never confessed to you. But do you know? I regretted it, I never regretted it like this. I wanted to be braver at the beginning, and I wanted to be bold at the beginning, but the result would never be like this. Han Ya, I like you, I once loved you unstoppable. You said you like the poems I made for you, but what you don't know is that I have done those poems only for you..."

Xu Zhongyuan slowly walked past every tombstone, either standing and talking, sitting down to chat, or leaning against the tombstone, as if behind each tombstone was not a dead grave, but a living person. None of them died. They were still alive, and they were all showing the most vigorous vitality.

"Every year, I will accompany my grandfather to come here to pay tribute. I didn't come here two years ago, and that time, you cured my grandfather's hidden illness. Su Mu, it was you who brought grandfather's hope to live, and it was you who allowed grandfather to live. Do you know? Grandfather has never been afraid of death, and he has never been afraid of death. But what is the thing that grandfather can never give up in his heart? It is the memorial service in front of him.

What grandpa is most worried about is what if he dies, what will his elder brothers do? If no one comes to talk to them, will they be lonely? If that is true, you will make these elder brothers sacrifice all their lives. Do you still have to endure that kind of life of depression that is dark and dull?

It was you who brought hope to grandpa, it was you who saved grandpa and gave him hope to continue living. So Su Mu, I would like to sincerely say thank you to you here. I know you will say that there is no need for us to do this. I don’t want to do this either. But what I want to say is that I don’t want to be polite to you. But I really want to tell you how grateful I am to you in my heart." Xu Longque turned around and stared at Su Mu, with a serious expression that brought a sense of excitement.

Su Mu could certainly understand Xu Longque's mood. However, Su Mu did not want to brush away Xu Longque's expression.

"Brother Que, I know why you said this, and I don't want to be so hypocritical. What I want to tell you is that I didn't think so much about the reason why I promised to save my grandfather. I just thought that people like Grandpa could not die like this. This country still needs Grandpa. If Grandpa leaves, he will definitely be unwilling to accept it, so he did that. Brother Que, don't worry, as long as I, Su Mu, are here, I will guarantee my grandfather's health." Su Mu said seriously.

"Good brother." Xu Longque laughed happily.

After Xu Zhongyuan finished all the tombstones, it was already afternoon. But Xu Zhongyuan did not show any fatigue. He resolutely stood in his original position, staring at each tombstone in front of him affectionately, sweeping away the gloomy sorrow that just now appeared on his face, which was a high pitch that no one could ignore.

"You all have heard from me. I, Xu Zhongyuan, did not lose the face of our team. Not only did I not lose it, I also brought my two grandchildren to visit you. I just want you to understand that I have done all of you who have dreamed of. I can assure you that my two grandchildren, no, should we say that our two grandchildren, Xu Longque and Su Mu, will never let down your former glory. They will also wear your glory and continue moving forward."

"Our roots will never be broken, our destiny will always be so solid and reliable, our lives will always be so beautiful and glorious, and our country will definitely be prosperous and strong. Don't worry, I will take good care of your family. As long as anyone dares to bully them, I, Xu Zhongyuan, will never agree. I can't let you cry after bleeding, and I can't let you poke the backbone of my Xu Zhongyuan there."

"Even if my Xu Zhongyuan dies, our grandson will come here to visit us. After I die, I will buried here. I will not go anywhere, I will buried here. I will chat with you guys and brothers, brothers, and recall our most glorious years together. You will not be lonely, I will definitely come."

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Before noon at the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, in Luoxiagou, Qinglin City, Jiangnan Province, headed by Xu Zhongyuan, Xu Longque and Su Mu were the third generation accompanying each other. They all respectfully lit the paper for sacrifice in front of the tombstone. The already gloomy sky rose with cigarettes and burned with paper money, and an atmosphere of solemn and lonely appeared.

There are 365 tombstones in the entire Luoxiagou. Each of them has once vivid names written on them. Behind each name represents a period of history, and these history is so brilliant and magnificent.

Some have corpses in their tombs.

Some are just tombs of clothing.

While pots of strong wine were celebrating everywhere, Xu Zhongyuan bent down and bowed, and Xu Longque and Su Mu followed behind and bent down and bowed.

Su Mu doesn't know how many people will remember this place in the future, and the blood and tears history that Xu Zhongyuan once had, but Su Mu knew that he would definitely remember it in his heart. Because just as Su Mu bent down, he found that his eyes had been wet, and tears fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The tombstones are like memories that will never fade, imprinted in Su Mu's heart.

It lasts forever.

Unforgettable.

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Chapter completed!