Rekindle 2003

Chapter 1045 Restarting the Alarm
Turning around, looking at the stubborn determination in the little brat's eyes, Xiao Ya kicked him in annoyance, took out her cell phone and said,

"Get away from me. I need to consult the organization. Do not eavesdrop."

For this sudden schedule change, she needs approval from her superiors.

It is also necessary to report the fact that Qingyun already knows about it.

Qing Yun was puzzled and asked, "Didn't they say I'm qualified?"

He said he was confused by the sudden procedure.

Xiao Ya rolled her eyes at him impatiently, "Do you think everyone is as unorganized and undisciplined as you? And you plan to take a 14-hour bus ride? You want to take the bus, but I don't want to!"

There was a sense of helplessness in her words, and she was obviously troubled by Qing Yun's willfulness.

Qing Yun understood immediately, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he quickly strolled to the side and smoked happily.

I have never been on a military aircraft in my entire two lifetimes!

Looking at the little kid squatting on the ground and smoking in the distance, Xiao Ya's mouth corners unconsciously rose.

When the call was connected, she quickly covered her mouth and reported in a low voice.

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When the first ray of morning light penetrated the night sky, the Suzhou Aerospace Martyrs Cemetery was dyed with a layer of golden glow.

After satisfying his fascination with military aircraft, Qing Yun, who took a plane and then a car, arrived at the place. However, he was shocked by the scene in front of him after getting off the car.

A square of people stood in the morning breeze, the national security logo on their chest badges shining in the sun.

The people in the square array stood tall and still like sculptures, emitting a silent aura of murderous intent.

Their eyes are firm and sharp, as if they can penetrate time and space and reach the depths of the soul, making people involuntarily feel a shock and awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Leading the formation and standing in front of it was an old man with snow-white hair, with the police number 000001, which made him particularly eye-catching.

Even if Qing Yun didn't have much common sense, he knew the importance of this person and was stunned for a moment.

Sister Xiaoya behind him pushed him and said softly, "Leader, you can just call me Mr. Ling. I came all the way from Yanjing overnight."

Qing Yun suddenly realized why it took more than seven hours to make a trip that only took an hour by plane.

Qing Yun ran over quickly and faced the old man. He felt mixed emotions and didn't know how to express his respect.

The main thing is that I don't know what actions I should take with my identity...

In the end, he chose the most traditional and sincere way. He bowed deeply, and then imitated the posture he saw on TV and gave a very non-standard military salute.

No one laughed at him.

Seeing this, Mr. Ling showed a satisfied smile on his face. He walked forward and stretched out his hand, "Comrade Qingyun, my name is Lingyun, on behalf of the organization, I welcome you."

Qingyun held Grandpa Ling's hand and felt a heavy sense of responsibility and mission.

He knew that at this moment, he was not only standing here as a son, but also as a national security man who inherited his parents' legacy.

Just when Qingyun was about to say something, Old Master Ling waved his hand gently.

A tall and straight national security officer marched out of the queue, holding a brand new 99-style autumn and winter police uniform in his hand.

The police number on the uniform was Qingyun's.

The old man's mouth curled up into a gentle smile, and his voice was a little choked up: "Child, go change into it. If your parents are still alive, they would definitely want to see you like this."

Qing Yun's eyes instantly turned red. He didn't say much, but solemnly took the police uniform and turned back to the car to change.

He had joined the national security a long time ago, but this was the first time he wore a police uniform.

His movements were swift and firm, and his heart was filled with an indescribable excitement and solemnity.

At this time, Sister Xiaoya also got into the Coaster, quickly changed her clothes, and also taught the rookie how to wear the police uniform.

Not long after, Qing Yun, dressed in police uniform, appeared in front of everyone again.

This police uniform seemed to be tailor-made for him, fitting perfectly his 193cm tall figure and making him look even more handsome.

The navy blue cloth sets off his resolute face, the golden police badge sparkles in the sun, and the police rank insignia on the epaulettes reveal his extraordinary status and the heavy responsibility he shoulders.

However, the navy blue shoulder straps representing administrative positions still surprised himself.

Logically speaking, shouldn't he be a blue-gray professional technician like Xiao Ya?

Before he could doubt anything, Mr. Ling stepped forward, looked at Qing Yun, tears flashing in his eyes, and said in a trembling but powerful voice: "Good, good, that's great."

A relieved smile broke out on his face.

This made Qing Yun feel that the old man seemed to see the heroic image of his deceased comrade in him.

Could it be... this is his mother's colleague?
That shouldn’t be the case. The ages don’t match.

He had just asked in the car, and Sister Xiaoya said that the old man was 86 years old this year and had held his current position since 83. Qingyun was shocked at the time.

Only then did he realize that for some old comrades in the National Security Bureau, there was no such thing as retirement, only resignation and rest.

Although his mind was confused, Qing Yun stood straight on the surface.

He could feel the weight of his police uniform. Old Man Ling patted Qingyun on the shoulder, and the kindness in his eyes made Qingyun feel puzzled.

The old man nodded slightly, motioning Qingyun to follow his steps and slowly walked towards the depths of the cemetery.

In the cemetery, the pines and cypresses are verdant and solemn, and rows of tombstones are neatly arranged, quietly telling the immortal deeds of the heroes who dedicated themselves to the country's space industry.

The sunlight shines through the treetops, dappling onto the tombstones, adding a bit of warmth to this quiet land.

As the breeze blew, the leaves swayed gently, making a rustling sound, as if the heroes were whispering and telling their stories.

The group moved forward silently, their steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed particularly solemn. They passed through row after row of tombstones and finally stopped in front of one.

A rare joint tomb in this cemetery.

There are two names engraved on the tombstone: Martyr Qinghan and Martyr Lingling.

He already knew his father's name, but his mother's name...

Qing Yun swallowed hard, then slowly turned his head to look at Grandpa Ling beside him.

The old man smiled slightly, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes, and he said softly, "Child, keep it in your heart and understand the rules."

Qing Yun closed his eyes upon hearing this, took a few deep breaths, and then loosened his clenched fists.

He turned and looked at his parents' tombstone, silent, but his heart was surging.

He hated them.

I really hated it.

Even before yesterday, he always thought that his parents were still alive but were just doing secret research. He occasionally thought that if he really saw them, he would salute them and say, "I respect the heroes, not my parents. You are great, but I hate you."

And today, he has no regrets.

He finally understood why Sister Xiaoya said, "Why do you think your boss dotes on you and indulges you so much?"

'Pamper' and 'indulge', if there is no blood relationship, these adjectives will only make him feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

And now, he understood.

It's his due.

Combining his experiences in his previous life, he also understood what the rules the old man next to him were talking about, and even understood why he had never appeared in his previous life.

No wonder Sister Xiaoya told him, as if to give him a shot of prevention, that there is no such thing as retirement for old comrades in the National Security Bureau, they can only leave their jobs to recuperate.

Well, you are all great.

I am just a vulgar person!
After a while, he looked up at the white clouds slowly drifting across the sky, smiled for no reason, and said silently in his heart: "Thank you for bringing me into this world."

Old Master Ling took a half step back and stood behind Qingyun, his eyes wandering between Qingyun's back and the tombstone.

A glimmer of tears flashed in his eyes, but he quickly held them back.

The old man stood upright and cleared his throat. His voice was a little trembling, but still firm, powerful, loud and clear. "Comrade Qingyun!"

"To!"

“Today, we are here, in front of your parents, to hold a special ceremony.

Your mother, Comrade Ling Ling, is my proudest...warrior!
She and your father, Comrade Qinghan, sacrificed their precious lives for the security and honor of the country."

He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “According to the tradition of the National Security Agency, when a comrade dies, their police number will be sealed until one day, their descendants inherit this responsibility and honor.

Today, in the name of national security, I announce the reactivation of the alarm number 012339. "

The old man's voice echoed in the cemetery, and every word was full of power and solemnity.
"National Security Police Number 012339, welcome back!"

Qing Yun's body shook slightly, he could feel the weight of these words.

He knew that this was not just a ceremony, but also a transfer of responsibility.

His mother, Ling Ling, was once a member of Guoan, and now, he will inherit her legacy and move forward.

Qing Yun faced Old Man Ling with a firm and clear look in his eyes.

He knew that even though they could not recognize each other publicly, he could feel the old man's love and expectations for him.

He saluted the old man solemnly and shouted with all his strength, "Comrade Ling Yun, National Security Police Number 012339, Qing Yun, reporting to you!"

The surrounding national security personnel saluted at the same time and watched this scene silently, their eyes full of respect.

They knew that Qing Yun joined not only because of his ability and talent, but also because of his bloodline and heritage.

Mr. Ling returned the greeting, and finally couldn't help but let the tears fall from his eyes.

He knew that at this moment, his daughter and son-in-law in heaven would be able to see that their son had grown up.

Wiping his eyes, Mr. Ling straightened Qingyun's collar and lowered his voice, "You are a good child! What you have done... makes me proud of you! Keep doing what you like!"

In the cemetery, the pines and cypresses are lush and green, and the sunshine is warm.

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(End of this chapter)