At this time, three well-dressed national soldiers walked into the courtyard.

Seeing the solemn faces of the three people, Zhao Jianmei felt a bad feeling in her heart. In the blink of an eye, her face turned pale, her lips trembled, she wanted to say something, but she felt that her throat and throat were stammering and could not speak, and crystal tears flashed in her eyes.

"Bang", the porcelain tea cup in Zhao Jianmei's hand fell to the ground, falling into pieces, and the tea splashed all over the ground.

Everyone heard the sound of tea cups falling, and their eyes looked at Zhao Jianmei from the door. Seeing her pale face and wet eyes, everyone's hearts were tugging, and an ominous feeling suddenly arose from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sword Eyebrow! What's wrong?" Zhao Yiqing asked with concern with surprise.

Lin Xiaohe seemed to understand something, quickly looked at the gate of the courtyard, quickly got up and came to the door of the living room. She saw Lin Zhentang's face full of gloomy face, and walked over heavily, shouting in dismay: "Company Commander Lin, where is Yang An?"

Lin Zhentang said nothing, but still walked forward with a heavy step, his face full of solemnity.

After shouting, looking at Lin Zhentang's face, Lin Xiaohe understood what was going on, and her beautiful cheeks were filled with tears in an instant.

Lin Xiaocheng, Zhao Yiqing, Zhao Jianmei, and Wu Ma also stood up and walked out of the living room, focusing their eyes on Lin Zhentang's face.

Lin Zhentang saw the people at the entrance of the living room and stopped, leaned his feet and stood in a standard attentive position, saluted, and shouted in a heavy voice: "Doctor Lin! Doctor Zhao! This is Lieutenant Yuan Qifu, the platoon leader of the Fifth Company of the 66th Regiment of the 33rd Brigade of the 11th Division of the National Army, and this is the sergeant Tang Jiabao, the squad leader of the 5th Company of the 5th Company of the 2nd Battalion."

After saying that, Lin Zhentang took a step to the left and stood respectfully.

Yuan Qifu stepped forward and set up a regular posture, gave a standard military salute, and said, "Doctor Lin! Doctor Zhao! Sergeant Yang An joined the National Revolutionary Army on August 23, 2016, and served the 5th Company of the 26th Battalion of the 33rd Brigade of the 11th Division of the 18th Army. On August 29, he died in the Luodian Battle. On orders from Commander Peng Shan of the 11th Division, he came to deliver the "Certificate of Dead Officers and Soldiers", and on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the 11th Division, he expressed his cordial condolences to the families of the martyrs!..."

Hearing the four words "Unfortunate Sacrifice", Lin Xiaohe yelled in her ears, turned around and hugged Zhao Jianmei, and cried bitterly.

Seeing Lin Zhentang enter the courtyard and Zhao Jianmei smashed the teacup, everyone present had a bad premonition. Everyone forced themselves to hide their inner worries and walked out of the living room, not wanting to believe that bad premonition and wanted to wait for the official news. When they heard the official notice of "Yang An's sacrifice", everyone's inner sadness surged like a tide, and sadness overflowed on their faces.

Seeing the adults crying with sad faces, Xiao Haizi didn't know what was going on, so he held his grandfather's hand and shouted, "Grandpa, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huaiyuan felt sad and burst into tears.

Yuan Qifu opened the briefcase and took out a piece of paper. This was a "Certificate of Type B of Dead Officers and Soldiers". After every military officer and soldier died, his family members would receive such a certificate.

He respectfully held the "Certificate of Class B of Dead Officers and Soldiers" with both hands, stepped forward and handed it to Lin Xiaocheng a few steps, bit the gate, restrained the crystal flashing in his eyes, and said softly: "Doctor Lin, I'm sorry! It was because we did not protect Brother Yang An, and let him leave everyone too early, I beg to mourn!"

After saying that, he took two steps back, stood upright and respected a standard military salute.

Lin Xiaocheng wiped away his tears, endured his grief and said politely: "Thank you! Second Lieutenant Yuan and Sergeant Tang, thank you for your hard work! Please sit inside!"

Zhao Huaiyuan followed into the house, and then remembered that the news of Yang An's death should have been reported to Zhang Yipu, so he wiped away his tears and reported the news of Yang An's death on the phone.

At the other end of the phone, Zhang Yipu heard Zhao Huaiyuan's low voice and looked shocked, and then the shock turned into regret. Thinking that Yang An joined the army because he forced him, Zhang Yipu's face became extremely ugly again. After thinking a little, he decided to go to Lin's clinic.

In the living room, Lin Xiaohe stroked the medical box covered with bullet marks with her hands. Her fingers gently stroked one shrapnel after another, and stroked one bullet hole after another, as if she gently stroked Yang An's tender and weak cheeks.

When I see things and think of people, I feel sad like a tide, and the forest little lotus tears like rain.

Lin Xiaohe wiped away the tears with her hands and passed the medicine box to Zhao Jianmei.

Zhao Jianmei took the familiar medicine box and remembered the scene when she gave the box. The clear eyes and tender cheeks appeared in front of her eyes. In an instant, Yang An came to Shanghai and then passed by her experience.

Lin Xiaohe took the "Certificate of Type B of Dead Officers and Soldiers" from Zhao Yiqing, and saw that the table format document had two columns, with several lines from left to right:

The troops belonging to: Fifth Company, 2nd Battalion, 66th Regiment, 33rd Brigade, the 11th Division of the Army;

Class and Position: Sergeant Deputy Platoon Leader;

Name: Yang An;

Age: Seventeen years old unknown;

Date of death: August 29, 26;

Place of death: Beizhulin, Luodian Town;

Category: Death in the War of Resistance;

Cause of death: shot and killed;

Relative information: unknown;

Original address: unknown (entrusted by: Company Commander Lin Zhentang of Shanghai Security Corporation (responsible for treatment in Xinmin Hospital) is transferred to delivery)

....

Lin Xiaohe's hands trembled slightly, restraining her tears, and through the crystal clearness in her eyes, she looked at the "Certificate of Type B of Dead Officers and Soldiers" carefully.

In early autumn, the power of the summer is still there, and ordinary people will feel the heat. However, Lin Xiaohe feels cold all over at this moment. She did not expect that she would have been expecting for many days, but she has been waiting for such cold news in the heat of early autumn.

I don't know who filled in the contents of the "Certificate of Type B of Dead Officers and Soldiers" with a brush. The writer can be called a calligrapher, and the fonts written in Ouyang Xun's Ou style. Every word in the document has a strong brushwork and awesome momentum, which looks like the fonts that Yang An usually practiced.

Seeing this familiar font, Lin Xiaohe's tears fell down. The paper of "Certificate of Deadly Officers and Soldiers" was not very good. In the blink of an eye, the tears slowly spread out on the paper with faint ink marks, and the words in the tears began to become blurred. In these faint ink marks that were spread, she saw Yang An beat Qi Weimin hard, saw Yang An protecting herself in Xinmin Hospital, and saw Yang An sacrificing herself to rescue... At this moment, the living Yang An clearly appeared in front of her, bringing her a long-lost kindness and a long-lost peace.

In a blink of an eye, this peace slowly dissipated as the mohen spread. At this time, Lin Xiaohe felt a heart-wrenching pain, holding the death certificate in both hands, and quickly covered her chest tightly. The pain made her unable to bear it, the pain made her body twitch, and the pain made her cry.

Xiao Haizi looked at the sad expressions of everyone, and tears also roared in his eyes. He shook his grandfather's arm and shouted, "Grandpa, what's wrong! What's wrong! Grandpa!"

Zhao Yiqing wiped his eyes and replied, "Xiao Haizi, Uncle Xiao An is a hero. He was beaten to death by the Japanese devils on the battlefield. Like Grandpa Fu, he will never come back! He will never play with Xiao Haizi again!"

"Wow--, I miss Uncle Xiaoan! I want Uncle Xiaoan! He promised to come back and play with me! Wow--, Uncle Xiaoan!..."

The clever little Haizi finally knew what was going on and burst into tears.

For a moment, the crying sounds in the living room were loud and were obliterated by endless sadness.
Chapter completed!