Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 667 This is the value and significance of sacrifice
It's summer and the weather is hot.

Even with the secret embalming recipe given by General Huo, the corpse could not help but be parked for a long time.

After the whole family of men who died for the country were able to clear their names, the family quickly arranged for their relatives to be laid to rest.

After several days of busy preparations, it was time for the funeral.

According to custom, before the funeral, relatives and friends come to pay their respects.

However, early that morning, the first ones to arrive were Taifu Song Chengzhang and Minister of Household Affairs Shen Zian.

The whole door is plain, and the wind blows white.

Bai Yu, Xiao Chuanyi and Bai Cerong dressed in mourning clothes went out to receive guests.

Bai Mingwei and Bai Xiuying, who were dressed in mourning clothes, together with Mrs. Shen, aunts and several sisters-in-law, led the guests to pay their respects and offer incense in the mourning hall.

The other girls who had not left the court were kneeling behind the screen and did not show their faces.

Bai Weiyong, on the other hand, stood in front of the funeral in plain clothes, ready to personally thank those who came to express condolences.

Seeing Song Chengzhang and Shen Zian being brought in by Mr. Shen, Bai Mingwei lit the incense and gave it to them.

Song Chengzhang bowed respectfully three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then walked towards Bai Weiyong: "Prime Minister Bai, please express my condolences."

Bai Weiyong raised his hands tremblingly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Song."

Song Chengzhang nodded and left.

After Shen Zi'an offered incense, he could not speak for a long time.

From the time he entered the house until now, he has only seen four men in this family, and the ones busily shuttled among the guests were all women.

In the past, he had regretted that the entire Bai family was almost wiped out, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, the intuitive shock left him speechless.

He couldn't imagine that if Qi Lang of the Bai family hadn't survived yet, then it would be his little great-grandson or the granddaughter in front of him who had given birth to Huafa a long time ago.

Or is it the old prime minister who can no longer stand upright?
Or is it the girl who fights through obstacles on the battlefield, looks majestic, and is more capable than men, but is actually only fifteen or sixteen years old?
Thinking of this, Shen Zian walked up to Bai Weiyong and spoke after a long time: "Weiyong, I should have stopped you more resolutely in the beginning to prevent you from sending them all to the battlefield. It is useless for me as a brother. I I'm sorry for you!"

In fact, he also regretted it. He regretted it.

If he had been more resolute and tough back then, he could have stopped Wei Yong from sending everyone to Northern Xinjiang.

So now, will the jewel in his palm not lose his husband, and will his great-grandson not lose his father?
Every time he thought about this, he felt regretful.

Bai Weiyong's cloudy eyes were filled with tears, but there was a smile on his cheeks.

He said: "Brother Shen, do you still remember Ajun?"

Shen Zian nodded slowly, his eyes turned red as if they were suddenly stung by something:

"Of course I remember. I watched that kid grow up. He is a good boy who is the best in the capital. I have said more than once that he has the same demeanor as you did when you were young."

"My granddaughter is a fairy-like figure. Why should I marry Wanyin? Isn't it because I like your Bai family's upright family tradition and your talents among the Ajun people?"

"If Ajun can live to our age, his life will definitely be as vigorous and legendary as yours."

"It's a pity that God is jealous of Yingcai. After all, he couldn't become the second you. You ask me if I still remember him. How could I not remember him? I will never forget that good boy."

Bai Weiyong asked again: "Do you remember my eldest son, Boyuan?" Shen Zian said: "What did Weiyong say? How could I forget it?"

Bai Weiyong nodded: "Then you should also remember everyone, right?"

Shen Zian said firmly: "Of course I remember."

Bai Weiyong said slowly: "That's enough. We all still remember them and remember their goodness. We will not forget them."

Shen Zian was startled, and an inexplicable sadness surged over him.

Is it because I remember that I feel so sad?

He watched those children grow up.

He has seen how naughty these children are, and he has also seen how high-spirited these children are.

They may not be perfect, but they all stand out.

He also expected these children to make great efforts and take their lives higher and further.

But not long ago, they were fighting horses in the street, their poems and prose were spread all over the world, and their heroic ambitions were immersed in their tense lives.

But in the blink of an eye, their blood ran cold at the border, and only an unrecognizable corpse was sent home.

There will no longer be any stunningly talented poems and essays, and no more powerful and heroic aspirations can be read in those poems and essays.

What remains are only the memories of family and friends, as well as the character and backbone they proved with their lives.

He didn't know if time would smooth out these memories.

But he can be sure that the determination to devote himself to the national crisis without hesitation and defend every inch of land with his life will flow like blood from generation to generation.

Rooted in the hearts of countless people who have been protected by them.

Just like the ancient sages and sages, after thousands of years, they still remain vivid in the books.

Finally, Shen Zian took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and held back the tears in his eyes.

He patted Bai Weiyong on the shoulder: "I will not forget it, and I believe that my descendants will not forget it either."

"As you said, there are always people in this world who bear the burden for others and sacrifice for others. These people are heroes."

"I can't be a hero, and my descendants may not be heroes, but at least we will remember the deeds of heroes and let their legacy be passed down."

"This is the value and meaning of sacrifice." After saying that, Shen Zian sighed and left the mourning hall.

Shen sent him away.

Bai Weiyong watched Shen Zian leave with an indescribably complex smile on his lips.

He slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell from his cheeks.

Bai Mingwei hurriedly stepped forward: "Grandpa..."

(End of this chapter)