Let you broadcast live! But you let the koi go beyond to kill pigs?

Chapter 32 Grandpa, I apologize to you all!

"Song Lian."

"Xu Shengcai."

Old Li read the two names tremblingly.

they,

On the tombstone of Zhang Chaoyue's ancestral grave,

It is also on the monument of the martyrs cemetery.

When the assistant Xiao Liu heard Mr. Li's call, he hurried over and asked softly, "Mr. Li, please give me instructions."

But at this moment, Mr. Li's mood was violently agitated, his legs and feet were trembling, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Without blinking, he stared intently at the tombstone in the camera.

Liu Yang...

Sun Xiaoer...

***……

Names appeared in front of his eyes one by one...

"It's all here, it's all here, so everyone is together..."

Mr. Li's originally sharp eyes suddenly blurred, and two lines of muddy tears rolled down his face.

The voice of speaking was more like that of an ordinary old man, muffled in his mouth, and even Assistant Liu who was behind him couldn't hear clearly.

He didn't see Mr. Li's face either, so he waited for a while, and then said softly: "Mr. Li means to suspend Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room and give a warning, if it is serious enough to block him?

I'll deal with it now. "

Mr. Li suddenly turned around: "Deal with it, deal with it... I will deal with it, I will deal with you!"

He straightened his waist abruptly, as if there was a fierce and majestic aura rising from his already old body.

At this moment, the leader of Optoelectronics, Old Li, seemed to have returned to the battlefield and became the regiment leader Li who rushed to kill thousands of troops!

Assistant Liu was taken aback and quickly lowered his head.

Mr. Li is so excited, what's the matter?
At this time, Mr. Li turned his head, and Assistant Liu saw...

Mr. Li, who is usually unsmiling and shows no emotions, is actually in tears at this moment.

he……

This old man who bleeds but not tears cried.

"Xiao Liu, book a ticket for me right away, I'm going here..."

Elder Li pointed to the screen.

Assistant Liu took a closer look and found that Mr. Li was pointing at the simple bluestone tombstone in the camera of the live broadcast room!
Ah!
Assistant Liu was taken aback.

You can't go there!
For a while, Mr. Li was in tears, his voice was trembling, there was joy, more sadness, and a little bit of dependence and confiding:

"My old monitor...

My old comrades...

I have been looking for them for decades...

I didn't expect that they were all there..."

"I……

I'm going to find them...

Talk to them nicely...

Ask them if they are doing well underground...

Tell them I miss them all the time..."

Assistant Liu looked at the martyr's tombstone in front of him, and then took a closer look at the tombstone in the live broadcast room.

He vaguely understood.

Mr. Li was just a recruit on the Korean battlefield.

In a blocking battle, more than half of the whole squad died, leaving only the old squad leader, Mr. Li, and three comrades in arms.

Except for Mr. Li, everyone else was seriously injured and disabled.

Old Li was able to survive in one piece, thanks to the cover of the veterans of his squad.

But after the battle, the organization was reorganized, and the old squad leader and a few surviving comrades were sent to the rear, where they were separated.

When Mr. Li returned to China, he searched everywhere, but because of the lack of specific information, he never found them!
In a flash, 50 years have passed.

Mr. Li knew that the old squad leader and several comrades in arms were all seriously injured. Even if they survived at that time, they would not survive now.

Therefore, he set up tombstones in the martyrs cemetery for these names that were engraved in his heart.

Memorial, and miss.

He would come here several times a year to sit and drink with his comrades-in-arms and the old squad leader, and bid farewell with tears.

Unexpectedly, these names and people that he had been dreaming about day and night, would appear on the tombstone in a live broadcast room.

How could he not be excited? !

It turned out that the old squad leader reunited these disabled comrades-in-arms and those who died.

Presumably, their bones, their ashes, were all buried there.

That's the cemetery of the martyrs...

Assistant Liu showed embarrassment:

"Mr. Li, you are not allowed to board the plane. In this way, I will take you to the hospital for an examination first. If the doctor allows, we will take the high-speed train first and then drive there."

Mr. Li gritted his teeth, he couldn't wait for a moment.

However, he knew that his body was beyond his control.

I can only ask Assistant Liu to arrange it immediately.

Before arranging the itinerary, Assistant Liu asked softly, "Old Li, what about this live broadcast room..."

Mr. Li looked at the girl in white in the live broadcast room, and Zhang's father and mother in the corner who were worried about their daughter.

At this moment, Old Li's eyes were soft.

He knew that this girl was called Zhang Chaoyue.

She is a descendant of old squad leader Zhang Guangyuan!
……

Just then.

Zhang Chaoyue in front of the camera has wiped the tombstone clean.

During this period of time, he never spoke.

The number of people in the live broadcast room at this moment has approached 20 people.

The bullet screen was like a tide, drifting by.

"Escaped, guilty conscience."

"It deserves it, who let her have a bad attitude."

"If I were her great-grandfather, I would come to her bedside tonight, give her a big mouth, and give her back a complete childhood."

"This time she is dead, just sit and wait for the meal"

At this time, Zhang Chaoyue, who was in front of the camera in the live broadcast room, suddenly moved. She placed a dozen copies of the Youth League and a dozen glasses of wine, one by one, in front of the tomb.

One name corresponds to one copy.

This is the explanation left by my grandfather before his death.

For decades, the Zhang family has never forgotten, never left behind.

At this moment, Zhang Chaoyue felt a fire in his heart.

She felt sorry for the underground grandfather and his comrades.

Reaching out his hand, he pulled out the sword from the bamboo basket.

The incident happened suddenly, and the crew leader was shocked.

The live broadcast room will be closed soon, and you may be blocked.

But you can't kill...

I'm always at the mercy of others, it's none of my business!
you……

don't come here...

Of course Zhang Chaoyue would not vent his anger on the program group.

She held a sword in one hand and a cup in the other.

There is wine in the glass.

The 60-degree rural self-brewed, the favorite drink of my grandfather and his comrades in arms.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhang Chaoyue said softly:
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, because of me, you have been wronged underground.

It is your great-granddaughter who is unfilial, so I will drink this cup full, dance swords and sing a song, and express my apology to you and other elders. "

With that said, Zhang Chaoyue raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Immediately, she shook off the cup, chanted softly in her mouth, and moved her feet slowly.

What is sung in a low voice is a Qingming rain!
What moves in the hand is a dancing sword moving in all directions!

"The cloud shines through the dawn and the sun shines on West Bridge, shaking people's hearts
I miss the corner of your battle robe that was slightly swayed back then

The tombstone is golden, the years are rippling, I wish I could seal my pen

Because I wield my sword today only for you"

Zhang Chaoyue sang in a low voice, his voice was very small, and the radio equipment was very vague.

In the live broadcast room, the online audience also sounded vague.

However, I can vaguely hear it clearly. It is precisely because I listen hard that I can feel the twists and turns of the tune and the clarity of the voice.

The singing is clear and melodious.

But the purpose of entering is the sword dance.

(End of this chapter)