At 9:56 in the morning, Lao Quan Tong Bureau.

Yu Mingyuan was surrounded by everyone and pushed into the ceremony hall. As soon as his feet stepped on the red carpet, the wedding march sounded around him.

The music was cheerful and exciting. Yu Mingyuan turned to look around and found that the tables on both sides were already full of guests and friends, with more than 300 people present. Moreover, Liming Sheng, An Zecheng, his aunt Yu Zhen, An Qiqi,

As well as Tan Mingchao, Tan Hengqiang, and the veteran garrison generals, they were all present.

This scene shocked Yu Mingyuan. He looked at the main stage in astonishment, with a banner hanging on it - Welcome to the wedding of Mr. Yu Mingyuan and Ms. Wen Xiaorou.

When those words appeared in Yu Mingyuan's head, he still couldn't believe it was true.

Next to him, Su Tianyu walked over and said, "In order to drink too much of you, I vomited all night last night!"

Yu Mingyuan looked at him blankly: "...this...this?!"

Next to him, Gu Baishun said with his hands behind his back: "The replacement of the last batch of prisoners of war was completed yesterday afternoon. If the unlucky foreign minister is not sent back, he may die in Longcheng, so everything is ahead of schedule. Your wife... is from

When you return from the sea, Director Su will personally pick you up."

Hearing this, Yu Mingyuan looked at Su Tianyu, tears instantly flowed down, and he cursed excitedly: "You are lying to me!"

Su Tianyu pointed to the direction behind the ceremony stage: "She is right there, go!"

"Go on, don't be stunned!"

"Come on, brother!"

"...!"

An Qiqi and Wawa kept urging from behind, and Yu Mingyuan gradually came back to his senses. Surrounded by the best men, he walked towards the ceremony stage and moved forward step by step.

Yu Mingyuan and that woman walked on this red carpet of less than a hundred meters for fifteen years!

When the music around him sounded and the host shouted congratulations, Yu Mingyuan's mind went blank.

He quickly approached the entrance where the bride entered, staring at the gauze curtain blocking his view, holding roses with tears in his eyes.

"Please invite the bride to the stage!"

After the shouting ended, the gauze curtain was opened, and the woman who had been waiting for Yu Ming's excursion for more than ten years came out in a wedding dress.

Behind her, Tan Mingchao, Wawa's daughter, and Su Tianyu's son held up the hem of her wedding dress for her, with smiles on their faces and awkwardly scattering flower petals.

The lights in the room came together, Wen Xiaorou was wearing light makeup, and there were faint wrinkles on her face. She also had tears in her eyes and said softly: "They said they were going to have a wedding... I don't know... whether you are still willing."

Yu Mingyuan looked at him, opened his arms, and hugged her fiercely: "Yes...I'm sorry...I made you wait for so long. Of course I am willing, I should have married you a long time ago!! Thank you

, Xiaorou... Thank you very much for being willing to wear a wedding dress for me after all these years!"

Wen Xiaorou turned her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "...where I was, I only had one belief. I have to come back and put on these clothes."

The two hugged each other tightly, traveling through waiting and fifteen years of time.

The long love race finally ended, and the wedding began in a joyful atmosphere.

In the last step, Wen Xiaorou threw the roses backwards, looking for the next lucky person to get married.

But unexpectedly, the rose hit Dabai's head. He could catch it with his hand, glanced around with a slightly embarrassed look, and murmured reservedly: "Damn, this is a clear sign that I broke the shoe! Politely

Let me ask, is second marriage illegal?!"

"Let me remind you that Director Bruna's succession press conference will be held in a week." Su Tianyu replied.

"I have always been loyal to love!" Dabai said without hesitation.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone laughed.

In a joyful atmosphere, the wedding came to an end. Under the greeting of the emcee, everyone took a group photo on stage.

In the center stood Yu Mingyuan and Wen Xiaorou, in the front row were old-school generals such as An Zecheng, Liming Sheng, and Tan Hengqiang. On the left and right were Su Tianyu, Dabai, Fei Pingsheng, Su Tiannan, Su Tianbei, Xin Xiaodong, Tan Mingchao, Wawa, and An.

Qiqi, as well as Wang Daolin, Lu Feng, Wei Xiangzuo, Gu Baishun, Daxiong, Hou Guoyu, Sun Wei, Xing Yao, Lao Qian, Yao Doudou and others.

"Everyone have a laugh!"

"eggplant!!!"

"Crack!"

The picture freezes, and time seems to have stayed in the 79th year of the new era for an instant.

…

Two years later, in the 81st year of the New Era.

The political struggle with District 1 finally ended, Longcheng declared its independent sovereignty, and the legitimacy of the regime was publicly recognized by the coalition government.

Another year later, due to the close political ties between China District and Longcheng, as well as the opening of policies, there was a large-scale return wave in the two places. Many elderly people who had been wandering overseas for half a century embarked on the journey back home.

On the way back to his hometown, he went through the local organization department and reception department to find his relatives who were forced to separate during the war.

At the same time, the official departments of China District and Longcheng also held cultural exchange activities based on Chinese civilization.

Su Tianyu once again visited the Chinese District, taking his wife, children, elderly second uncle and other family members back to the northeastern Laojiu District, which the elderly people miss deeply.

In a deserted cemetery outside Songjiang City, the Su family carried out ancestor worship activities.

Su Tianyu's youngest son was just five or six years old. He looked at his second grandfather, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to the newly arranged grave with tears on his face, and kept murmuring: "Mom, Dad... we are back."

, is back!”

Seeing this scene, the son raised his head and asked Su Tianyu: "...Dad, why do we come here to worship our ancestors?"

Su Tianyu touched his head and responded softly: "Because this is our hometown. Our deceased relatives are buried here... Our roots are here!"

…

In the Lao Mo area, in the Memorial Hall of the Battle of Tianshen Mountain, Jiangzhou, representing the Chinese region, led his wife and children, followed by a group of generals from the Chinese region, and was visiting everything in the exhibition hall.

This exhibition hall was jointly funded by Longcheng and the Laomo area to commemorate the soldiers who died on this battlefield. It was they who passed through the swamps and deep forests and changed the war situation in the Laomo area.

Next to a group of sculptures, a group of people from Jiangzhou stopped to watch.

The background of this sculpture group is in a forest deep in the mountains. There are sculptures of more than thirty soldiers gathered together. Some are shooting, some are cleaning ammunition, and some have fallen in the trenches.

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Their clothes are ragged, their faces are sallow and their muscles are thin, but their eyes are resolute and sharp.

Jiangzhou's son was not very old, only about six or seven years old. He held his father's hand and asked with a puzzled face: "Dad... why do they come to fight so far away?"

Jiangzhou stared at the sculptures of soldiers and responded calmly: "Because they want to go home!"

"Why go home and fight?"

"Because someone wouldn't let them go."

“Then are they martyrs?”

"...Of course they are martyrs!" Jiangzhou stared at the Chinese who looked like himself and added in a hoarse voice: "They are also history, history that your generation must remember!!"

Next to them, the commentator came over and said emotionally: "This sculpture group restores the scene of the Battle of Tianshen Mountain, interspersed with the third regiment and the second company of the army. They all died in the last interception, with an average age of two.

Sixteen years old...the youngest is seventeen years old and is a recruit who has just joined the army from Dragon City."

Jiangzhou took off his hat when he heard this and shouted: "Stand at attention!"

All generals took off their hats and stood straight.

"Salute to our comrades who have traveled thousands of miles home!!"

After the shouts fell, the surrounding generals stood at attention and saluted, including Jiangzhou's son and all the surrounding Chinese who visited the memorial hall.

The long journey home was thousands of miles long, and it took two generations and nearly fifty years to finally complete this journey.

Five years later, Su Tianyu led Longcheng to start "going home" negotiations with China District.
Chapter completed!