He Mu watched the taxi leave, and after a long time he shook his head.

He had a premonition, so Yu Chao's words did not bring him much damage.

But Yu Chao said that he didn't understand what it means to "don't ask him in the future". Could it be that if someone else can force him to do it if he doesn't ask for it?

"baffling."

...

At this moment, Grandma Wang, who had just returned from the supermarket not far away, saw He Mu and trotted over with a few plastic bags filled with things.

"He Mu, you are really recovering! Why are you doing here? Where are you looking for your people just now?"

Seeing her face full of redness and vitality, He Mu replied with a smile: "I just left."

"Are you an acquaintance?"

"I'm not familiar with it, so I just said a few words and left."

"Oh, no matter what, your health has recovered, and I finally came back again. I have to make more dishes to celebrate, go to my house."

Grandma Wang didn't ask much, raised the bag in her hand and pointed it in the direction of her home.

He Mu did not refuse. Now that Yu Chao's relationship has completely cut off, the only people who are still close to him in this world who are probably the only ones left in the world who are still close to him.

"I'll get it for you."

"I forgot that your body has recovered, can you move it?"

"Can take it."

...

It is until evening.

He Mu sat at Grandma Wang's dining table, looking at the steaming table full of food, and was worried.

He didn't know how to talk about his brother.

Grandma Wang will go home for two days a month. When she goes out tomorrow, she will probably tell her the news.

After all, my brother was almost raised by her, and it is well known to everyone in the community.

If such a thing happened, it would be impossible for no one to tell her.

"Xiao Mu, do you have any worries? Just tell grandma that she has lived for most of her life, and she can see more or less clearly than you."

Grandma Wang smiled kindly and picked up a piece of braised pork for He Mu while she was speaking.

He Mu raised his head when he heard this. Although the old man in front of him was over seventy years old, he had a good body and a good brain. Instead of waiting for others to tell her bad news tomorrow, she came to ask herself again, it would be better to say it out loud now.

Thinking of this, He Mu brewed for a few seconds, and then whispered: "My brother, he..."

call……

"He's gone."

In just one short sentence, He Mu felt extremely depressed after saying it.

The room became quiet in an instant.

He could see clearly that Grandma Wang's hand holding chopsticks trembled slightly.

After a long time, Grandma Wang put down her chopsticks and her eyes dimmed. At this moment, she seemed to have grown a lot aged a lot.

"Xiao Mu, since my eldest son left, I have called me every half month, whether it is my second son or He Feng.

Even if you can't say a few words, you can still repay your peace.

Actually, since He Feng didn’t call me and I couldn’t call him, I had a premonition…”

Grandma Wang was calmer than He Mu imagined. Although there was a deep sadness on her face, at least she did not cry.

"Do you know? From the day my son's father joined the army decades ago, my heart has been held every day, never falling off. From worrying about him, to worrying about his two sons, decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

I worry every day that I will receive news of their death in battle.

I have previewed that situation many times in my mind, and I often have similar nightmares, and I will wake up from my dreams with tears in my eyes."

He Mu lowered his head and remained silent.

Perhaps this is the difficulty of being in this era. Whether you are on the front line or behind, there is something that binds you, tortures you, and makes you unable to rest.

"Later I got used to it and figured it out. After all, I am an ordinary old woman. What can I do if I worry about it? Can I help them fight?

What I can do is nothing more than cooperate with the country, take care of those lonely orphans, and let those on the frontlines have less worries when fighting.

If we humans really have a day of victory, then as long as I do my best, I can more or less make the day of victory come sooner, so that those on the front line can return home sooner..."

...

Grandma Wang told her slowly, while He Mu listened carefully, but her mood became heavier.

At this moment, he realized that the war with monsters was not just the soldiers and the Red Mist Warriors who were giving and fighting.

There are more ordinary people like Grandma Wang who do ordinary and even very inconspicuous things.

But their hearts were like soldiers on the front line, doing these ordinary things with a war mentality.

This is really a war where the whole of humanity is involved.

The front line is full of war, with extremely cruel battles, and the rear is a silent battle that moistens things.

No one can escape the shadow of war and the fear it brings.

This is the horror of war.

After a long silence, He Mu whispered: "There will be one day, and I promise that there will be one day when you will see the people on the front line return to their hometown."

...

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Red Mist Bar.

A long-haired man touched his shriveled pocket and hesitated whether to go in.

After hesitating for a long time, he could not resist the temptation of the smell of alcohol inside and carefully entered the bar.

Originally, he wanted to see if there were any people left, but he had not finished drinking, so that he could get some help. As soon as he entered, he met the fat middle-aged man behind the bar.

"Li...Li Da? Oh... no no, Brother Li!"

He let out a low voice, and the long-haired man came to the bar with a quick step.

"Brother Li, do you still remember me? I am Xiao Ling from your neighbor's house!"

The long-haired man stretched out his hair while pulling it out, revealing a decadent face.

"Xiao Ling?"

Li Da was drinking, but when he heard this, he looked at the face of the long-haired man and was so shocked that he almost vomited out the wine.

"Ling Hanxing? Is it really you?"

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the eyebrows and eyes were a little similar to the person in my impression, Li Da couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the child from the neighbor's house.

You know, Ling Hanxing was a top student and handsome. Because of this, girls often pass by at the door of his house.

But now the person in front of him is sloppy and has a rolling pocket, so how can he contact that person back then?

"I said, why are you so arrogant?"

Li Da cursed with some regret.

Since Ling Hanxing went to college more than ten years ago, he has never heard of this person again. He did not expect that goodbye would be like this.

The long-haired man smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Li, what are you saying? I'm actually doing pretty well. I forgot to bring my bag when I returned to Nancheng. I didn't bring any cards, mobile phone documents, etc. I only had enough cash for buying a mobile phone. I haven't received any tasks these two days, and I have no relatives, so I became like this."

Li Da's expression was a little slow when he heard this. Seeing Ling Hanxing keep looking at the wine on the bar, he shook his head and took out another bottle from behind the bar and put it in front of Ling Hanxing.

"Please tell me, where is it taller now?"

"I have been a university teacher since I left school. Have you heard of East China University?"

"The top ten prestigious schools, where are you a teacher?"

Li Da couldn't believe it.

Teachers from famous schools are all strong, but Ling Hanxing in front of him seems to have nothing to do with the strong.

Not to mention that he is only about thirty years old when he is full of plans, and very few of them can be teachers from prestigious schools at this age.

"Uh, I've been there for a few years, but the principal there is not a thing. One day I was sleeping in a daze, and the old guy asked me to clean my hair when I had time and said that I was not worthy of being a role model.

I replied, are you teaching me how to do things?

As a result, I was beaten on the spot and fired. Do you think you're fucking?"

Ling Hanxing said as he bounced open the lid bottle cap and then sipped it gently.

"Of course, I am still a university teacher now. I have returned to Lingzhou City. I have traveled to many places over the years, and Lingzhou is the most suitable for me."

Ling Hanxing said as he flashed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and his tone seemed a little sad.

"You came back from Lingzhou City? Are you still a university teacher?"

Li Da thought of something, and his voice suddenly increased a little.

"Yes, Brother Li, can I still lie to you?"

As he said that, Ling Hanxing took out his cell phone and found a photo of himself on a university website.

There is a brief introduction below the photo.

"Ling Hanxing, deputy director of the Excavator Department of Lingzhou Vocational University."

Oh my god, I'm not only a teacher, but also a director.
Chapter completed!