"Don't put sadness in your heart. You and me, I'll stand in front of you." Xia Jinyuan is also a person who is not good at kissing, but he knew that the lips of both of them must have been red this time, and he pursed his thin lips that were a little painful. He said slowly in a word: "Don't cry alone, my shoulders, my arms, and my people are your support."

"I'm here, you just need to look up and find me. Just call me and I will promise you immediately." He curled into the corner and cried quietly, as if he was abandoned by everyone, so pitiful that his heart was so painful.

"I can understand your hard work and your joy. Similarly, I want to understand your sorrow. With me here, you don't have to suppress your crying, and don't be afraid that your sorrow will be seen by me."

"Who am I? I am your boyfriend, and I will be your lifelong support, and I will be your comrade-in-arms who fight side by side. Little fox, remember, I will always be your support, and you will always be."

Ye Jian, who had been looking up at him, blinked lightly, and tears fell from his eyes. It turned out that he felt sorry for himself again.

"Xia Jinyuan..." A gentle murmur slowly wrapped around his waist and buried his head in his arms, which made him feel warm. The tears that he had finally endured came out again, wetting his clothes drop by drop.

Last time when I went back to Huishuikou Village, I saw Uncle Gen's increasingly hunched back and his hands that were so thin that his veins were bulging. I listened to his coughing with a slight worry at that time, but she was lucky and thought nothing would happen.

There is no luck at all. Once something happens, those things that think they are just jokes.

"I thought there was nothing to do, I thought there was still a lot of time. Grandpa Gen could continue to accompany me, and I could continue to accompany him. I didn't go home every holiday, and I didn't stay for the elderly."

"Now I want to accompany the old man, Team Xia, I want to accompany him." He said intermittently, as if he had blood beads in his mouth, sobbing that the surrounding air was stained with sadness.

Xia Jinyuan only dared to embrace her waist, listened quietly to her crying and complaining. Occasionally, he would raise his hand and gently caress her back, calm her rapid breathing, or lower his head and light her hair, giving himself silent support.

Listening to her crying, she stared at the girl in her arms with the warmest and softest eyes in her deep and dark eyes, "We'll go back to accompany Uncle Gen, no hurry, we'll go back now."

"Uncle Gen won't blame you, he will only feel relieved. Seeing the child he raised finally grow up and become a soldier who defends his country, Uncle Gen can only be happy."

"His greatest wish is to watch you walk to the military camp and carry the steel gun. You do it. Look, you become a military academy student and you will have your own military uniform in a few days. You can do everything you hope for and hope for."

Yes, the old uncle who devoted his life to the army was only happy. The child who was so cowardly that he once felt hopeless had become sensible, stood up, and became a special forces soldier who defended his country and could go to the front line to fight.

He, very happy.

Uncle Lao, who had a breathing tube stuffed into his nostrils, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and lay quietly on the bed with his wise eyes closed. His face turned sad and gray. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, and the wavy instruments monitoring the heartbeat next to him, he would almost think that the old man had passed away.
Chapter completed!