The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1923 Just fought side by side with heroes
Holding his son in his arms, Li Futu walked towards the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.

Song Luoshen and Yao Chenxi followed him respectively, and the two faces with their own styles complemented each other.

If other people see this scene, they will definitely sigh: Life is like this, what more can I ask for.

But how many people know what this man has experienced along the way.

"Dad, I will go by myself."

Unlike other children, Li Buhui actually offered to walk on his own initiative. Although it was only after a while, the sound of "father" became more and more natural from the original jerky, as if it should be so.

Li Futu didn't force it, a boy should cultivate his character of self-reliance and self-improvement from an early age.In terms of children's education, he never doubted Yao Chenxi's ability.

He quickly put his son down, "Then dad will lead you away."

"Ah."

Li Buhui took the initiative to hold that big hand.

outside the ward.

There was also a father and son standing there silently, quietly watching Li Futu and the others who were gradually approaching.

Li Futu stopped.

"Grandpa Li."

Song Luoshen shouted.

The white-haired old man nodded, his eyes fixed on Li Futu's face, his lips moved, and finally he just spoke hoarsely.

"Tired."

Li Futu stood there without speaking.

The distance between the two sides was less than three meters, but the distance of three meters seemed to create an insurmountable moat.

Yao Chenxi stood by and looked at her son's father, not knowing what to say.

Even though she is full of poetry and books, she still doesn't know how to resolve this grievance.

"Dad, those are Grandpa Li and Grandpa Li."

Li Buhui seemed to think that his father didn't know him, so he introduced him aloud.

The child's clear and pure voice stunned several adults present.

Li Kaijiang and Li Zhengrong looked at the well-behaved and sensible children, and there was a trace of unspeakable complexity in their kind smiles.

All these situations are caused by oneself.

Li Kaijiang closed his eyes, took a slow breath, then turned around and said with a smile:

"Go in, he should have been waiting for you for a long time."

"No regrets, let Dad go in and see Uncle."

Yao Chenxi took his son's little hand understandingly.

No one followed, Li Futu walked into the ward alone.

Looking at the door that was pushed open, the man who had been awake on the hospital bed for a few days turned his head and showed a weak smile.

"I knew you could do it."

"How about it?"

Li Futu walked to the bed.

"Can't die."

Li Futu nodded.

A pair of comrades-in-arms who share life and death, a pair of brothers who are connected by flesh and blood, one standing by the bed and the other lying on the bed, they seem a little speechless.

"Futu, I know that no amount of apology will make any sense. I am responsible for the current situation. Even if I can't get out of bed for the rest of my life, it's the punishment I deserve. But I hope you can understand Grandpa and Father."

The mighty Young Master of the Li family, the unparalleled left envoy of the temple, lost all his glory and aura at this moment, he looked at the man standing by the bed, and said slowly: "They have been worrying about you too. And now Buhui is growing up slowly, grandpa is already eighty years old, maybe one day..."

"Futu, let the grievances end in our generation, and stop continuing."

Li Futu listened without saying a word, without any fluctuations on his face, and finally, he just said softly: "Heal your wounds well."

Then, he turned and left the ward.

"boom."

Watching the door slowly close, Li Haotian turned his head and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Several people in the corridor did not expect him to come out so soon.

"Let's go."

Li Futu walked towards the little guy, and when he passed by the father and son, he paused slightly.

"take care."

Then, he continued to move forward, holding his son's little hand and walking towards the elevator.

"Grandpa Li, Uncle Li, then I'll go first."

The dumbfounded Song Luoshen gradually showed a smile, said in a complicated way, then turned and followed.

Li Kaijiang was also stunned for a moment, looking at the backs of several people leaving, his withered old face seemed to have regained vitality, his expression trembled, and his mouth was tightly pursed.

……

Babaoshan.

national cemetery.

Even if it was climbing a mountain, the little guy didn't ask his parents to hug him, and insisted on walking by himself.

"No regrets, do you know where this is?"

Li Buhui stopped, panted, and shook his head honestly.

Tombstones scattered in black and white are stuck on the mountain one by one, covering the mountains and plains, like dazzling scars, and eye-catching totems.

"This is the garden-style cemetery with the highest standards in the country. Those old grandpas you read on the news will be buried here in a hundred years."

Yao Chenxi gave a brief introduction to his son, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping heroic spirit, his voice was very low, and his tone was full of respect.

"What about Grandpa Li? Will he be buried here too?"

Li Buhui asked.

Yao Chenxi was caught off guard. Although she knew Tong Yan was innocent, she still felt embarrassed, so she quickly reprimanded her, "Don't talk nonsense, Grandpa Li will live a long life."

"The child always thinks of what to say, and what he cares about."

Song Luoshen smoothed things over and patted the little guy's head.

"Of course, Grandpa Li will also be buried here, because he is a hero of the country."

Li Futu didn't speak.

Under the guidance of God Song Luo, several people came to a cemetery.

God Song Luo sent Lily.

"Master, the war is over, we have won, the mountains and rivers are safe, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, you can rest assured."

There should be only one person in the world who can be called her master.

The Emperor of China, congratulations to Kyushu.

Li Futu stepped forward and came to the tombstone, solemnly and solemnly, bowed deeply.

"Mom, who is he?"

The little guy tugged at his mother's hand, and pointed softly at the kind photo on the tombstone.

"He's a great old man."

Yao Chenxi said in a low voice, looking at the tombstone, "He is also a hero worthy of everyone's respect."

The wind blows the mountains and fields, and the pines and cypresses shake.

No matter how big Babao Mountain is, it cannot bury all the heroic souls.

Li Futu straightened up, looking at the face of the old man on the tombstone, the once vivid faces began to float in front of his eyes.

He came back alive, and the war was won, but countless people remained on that tragic battlefield forever.

"Daddy is a hero too."

Li Buhui looked at the back in front of the tombstone, his clear eyes revealed a look that might be described as pride.

Song Luoshen and Yao Chenxi also looked at the tall figure, with the same expressions.

After the war, the most authoritative weekly magazines in various countries and regions seemed to have reached an agreement in private, and even used the same photo as the first cover after the disaster.

A seemingly insignificant figure who always faces the back of a giant.

The accompanying text is also the same sentence.

Who, with a mortal body, can stand shoulder to shoulder with a god?

What's more, he directly called him the savior.

He is the pride of all mankind.

The wind blew the hair of the two girls.

Li Futu turned around, looked at the child who was staring at him with burning eyes, walked over and stroked his head lightly, and looked at the lush forest and cemetery.

"Dad is not a hero, Dad just fought side by side with heroes."

(End of this chapter)