Reborn in 1985, divorced, fished and raised a baby, and made a lot of money

Chapter 316 Children chasing butterflies in the cemetery

The next morning, we had breakfast.

Their family prepared sacrifices and went to Malipo Martyrs Cemetery together.

After several years of construction, the Martyrs Cemetery here is basically completed.

It is solemn and solemn, but it does not feel depressing. Instead, it gives people the impression of an open heart and lasting majesty.

Ye Chen, who was originally very naughty and mischievous, had a solemn expression on such an occasion.

Wu Jiao and Wu Yao found the tombstone of their eldest brother Wu Yong. When they saw the photo of their eldest brother in the corner of the tombstone, they said "Wow" and cried in front of the tombstone.

"Brother, are you okay over there?"

"Brother, I miss you so much. Our dad passed away, have you seen him? Our mom misses you too, and my brothers and sisters miss you too."

"Brother, don't worry about your family. We can take care of your family. Rest in peace."

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Pingping and Anan were shocked when they saw them crying, "Mom, Jiaojiao is crying."

After Han Xiaorui and Ye Feng bowed, they knelt down and said to Pingping and An An, "They miss their relatives. Just like you miss your mother."

Pingping and Anan hugged their mother's neck, seeming to understand, but not seeming to understand.

Ye Feng took the handkerchief and wiped the tombstone. Even though it was very clean, he still did it.

It seems that these tombstones are the incarnations of former comrades-in-arms.

Ye Feng's eyes were red, and he suppressed crying.

Ye Ling and Ye Chen looked at Wu Yong's name on the tombstone, raised their heads and asked their elder brother, "Is this the savior who carried you off the battlefield?"

"Yes." Ye Feng replied, never shying away from this point.

It's just that he was lucky and survived.

But Wu Yong died.

A comrade-in-arms died in front of his eyes. The sadness and pain were beyond words.

So much so that now, Ye Feng can't come out.

Ye Ling and Ye Chen bowed, "I have never met him, but I have received his kindness. Thank you."

Ye Feng was surprised. He didn't expect his two younger brothers to bow to the martyrs for him.

At this moment, he felt that these two younger brothers were not so bad.

Han Xiaorui patted Ye Feng's arm, "You talk to your comrades alone while I take the children around and tell them heroic deeds."

"Thank you." Ye Feng's nose turned red and he could hardly control his tears.

Ye Feng held a bottle of wine and toasted tombstone after tombstone, talking to his comrades, wanting to tell them about his current life.

After paying homage to comrade Ye Feng, Han Xiaojing and Qi Wenxuan began to visit the entire Malipo Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage.

Qi Wenxuan was moved in his heart and his nose was sore, "Xiaojing, you are right. No matter what, we must come back to build the country. Many people have sacrificed their lives and blood for this beautiful and rich land, and only then can we have the country we have now."

"Those of us intellectuals who enjoy national tranquility and national protection should also move forward courageously like soldiers to win the industrial and technological war and make our country stronger."

Han Xiaojing nodded and looked at Qi Wenxuan with admiration, "Yes, you and I are both warriors. We did not go directly to the battlefield with gunpowder smoke, but 'fight' in other fields. Now we are stuck in too many places abroad. , If you want to surpass them, you have to work harder.”

"Science has no borders, but scientists have borders. Wenxuan, you are so powerful, you must come back after you finish your studies. We must build and protect our country like soldiers."

Like her sister, Han Xiaojing loves the rich land in her mansion and the lovely and hardworking people are worthy of their protection.

Han Xiaorui explained these heroic deeds to the children, and Pingping and Anan listened attentively. However, children's patience is limited. After listening for a while, they no longer want to listen.

They saw brightly colored butterflies landing on the tombstone, "Mom, butterfly."

After saying that, they went to chase the butterflies, and their laughter spread far away.

Han Xiaorui was worried about disturbing the spirits of the heroes, and how could he laugh in such a solemn place as the Martyrs Cemetery?

"Be safe, don't run around, we must respect the heroes and don't make any noise."

Han Xiaojing was also a little worried. This was too rude and she wanted to rush over and catch her niece.

At this time, an old man sweeping the grave, with gray hair and kind eyes, smiled and stopped Han Xiaorui and Han Xiaojing.

"Let the children play. Isn't the laughter of children what these martyrs are pursuing?"

"Going into battle to kill the enemy, regardless of your own safety, is for the happiness and well-being of the people behind you, so that the children can grow up healthy and happy."

"If they were alive, maybe they would get married and have children, and the children would be old enough to run around and laugh. If they don't stop them, that would be great."

The old man's few words made Han Xiaorui and Han Xiaojing burst into tears.

The old man's eyes have been following the child chasing butterflies in the cemetery.

If his son is still alive, married and having children, some children will happily call him daddy and grandpa.

Wei Jianjun happened to pass by, and when he heard the old man's words, he photographed Pingping and An An chasing butterflies in the Martyrs Cemetery.

To this end, I wrote a special article "Children Chasing Butterflies in the Martyrs Cemetery", which once again aroused great repercussions.

Coming here this time will make Han Xiaorui more patriotic and love with her life.

Because motherland deserves it.

Ye Feng toasted to the 967 martyrs here. Maybe he couldn't remember the names of some, but they once fought on the same battlefield.

Now that we are here, of course we have to pay homage to them all.

Men like smoking and drinking. A cigarette and a glass of wine are good friends and comrades-in-arms.

At noon, by the time the memorial service was over, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Ping Ping and An An, Ye Ling Ye Chen was hungry, Han Xiaorui took out flower cakes from the bag and gave them a cushion.

"Ye Feng, come on, don't leave at noon. When you have a meal here, just treat me as an old man." Uncle Zhang, who had just cleaned the cemetery, laughed, "My wife has already prepared the meal, you can't leave." "

Ye Feng looked at the large family he had brought over, "There are so many of us..."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand, "How many people are here? Don't worry about eating us all. You can eat anything here and it tastes pretty good."

"Besides, you give me so many things every time you come here. What's wrong with having a meal at my place?"

Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang invited them to have lunch here.

Although the ingredients look a bit scary, but when you eat it with your eyes closed, it tastes really good, such as the fried crispy bugs, which are particularly fragrant.

The children didn't eat it at first, but after tasting it, they clamored to eat it.

From the chat, Han Xiaorui learned that this old couple were retired from the local financial department.

Three years ago, I came here voluntarily to clean the cemetery.

Their daughter is already married and has a family. They take the initiative to come here to accompany their son, as if they are closer to their son's tombstone, as if their son is by their side.

Aunt Zhang, who was almost going blind from crying, can now face it calmly. I come to talk to my son every morning and every night.

They were very happy to see people coming to visit, which proved that the sacrifices of their sons and comrades-in-arms. Many people still remembered them, which proved that their sons' sacrifices were not in vain.