On the road, a jeep with a military sign was driving rapidly and then came to Weijia Town.

It originally took about six or seven hours to get here from the provincial military hospital, but this time it only took five hours. This is still considering that Wang Kang was injured and some bad road sections must be slowed down to reduce the vibration of the vehicle, otherwise it is likely that he will arrive in four hours.

After passing Weijia Town, the jeep drove into a small road and then arrived at Shetian Village. Three minutes later, the jeep slowly stopped outside a yard.

Before the car could completely stop, the door on the right side of the rear seat was opened. Wang Kang looked at the road outside the car, and there were some strange marks in the grass on both sides of the road, occasionally mixed with some seemingly torn white paper, and the debris left after the firecrackers were burning. Wang Kang's breathing became slightly rapid, and he held the right hand of the car door.

Wang Kang suddenly rushed out of the car, then rushed towards the familiar yard, rushed through the yard gate, and rushed to the gate in the middle of the old house.

Wang Kang's body suddenly froze there. He stared blankly at the right side of the main hall. Next to the portrait of his father was originally hanging, there was a brand new photo frame.

In the photo frame was a woman in her forties. At that time, the woman's hair was not white, she still had black hair, her eyes were bright, not white, and her face was even more smiling. Even though she knew that the black and white photos she took were preparing for the future, she still smiled so brightly.

Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar face, Wang Kang seemed to feel his heartbeat stop beating at that moment. His right hand grabbed the corner of the wall next to him, trying not to let him fall down, but the sound of rain falling was constantly making noises on the threshold.

Tick, tick….

He noticed the footsteps in the yard, and a figure walked out from the side room next to him. When he saw Wang Kang, the person came to his body paused, but in the end he slowly came to Wang Kang and stood quietly.

Time seems to be frozen at that moment.

Wang Kang stood outside the gate, holding the bricks and stones in the corner of the wall with his right hand, bursting into tears, like raindrops falling, but he didn't make any sound.

Behind him, Zhang Kun stood quietly, lowering his head slightly, looking gloomy.

After a while, Wang Kang slowly turned his head. At this moment, his eyes were like raging rubies, and bloodshot blood dyed the whites of his eyes red, as if he was about to cry blood.

Wang Kang looked at Zhang Kun behind him and said in a low voice: "That's what you told me, help me take care of my mother."

"Ah..." Wang Kang's face suddenly became furious, and he roared out suddenly. The huge sound even made Zhang Kun's forehead blow off.

Zhang Kun lowered his head, looking gloomy, but he had nothing to say.

Wang Kang trembled slightly, his face became redder and redder, and then he waved his right fist hard and hit Zhang Kun on the cheek.

This punch seemed to gather all Wang Kang's strength. With a heavy blow, Zhang Kun didn't even stagger, and he was beaten to the ground, and his head hit the ground, but made a tough sound.

After knocking down Zhang Kun with one punch, the anger in Wang Kang's body did not dissipate because of this punch. This punch was more like a guide and a fire rope, completely detonating the anger in Wang Kang's body.

Wang Kang was like a bloodthirsty beast, and his whole body rushed behind Zhang Kun, like Wu Song hitting a tiger, riding on Zhang Kun's chest, and then his fists were like raindrops, constantly hitting Zhang Kun's face.

After more than ten punches, Zhang Kun's nose turned blue and swollen, one part red and the other part blue, the tip of his nose was scratched, and blood was even more overflowing from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that Zhang Kun's gums in his mouth were bleeding.

However, from the beginning to the end, Zhang Kun did not make any sound. Facing Wang Kang's anger, Zhang Kun did not dodge and just endured Wang Kang's anger in front of a human sandbag.

After more than ten punches, Wang Kang seemed to burst out all the only power in his body. The wound on his chest was torn apart again. The clothes he had just changed were dyed red again.

The tears in Wang Kang's tears seemed to have dried up, and only countless dry tears were left hanging on his face.

Wang Kang finally stopped, his face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, he looked at Zhang Kun lightly, then got up, slowly crossed the threshold, and came to the right side of the main hall, in front of the two photo frames, and silently knelt down.

I looked up at the two photo frames on the wall, one new and one old, only three years apart, and they were all familiar faces, but I would never see them again.

Wang Kang's face was dull, without sadness, without anger, without sadness, without..., without anything, just watching quietly, looking up, as if he wanted to see the world forever, forever, forever.

Outside the door, Zhang Kun slowly stood up with his body, raised his hand, gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Wang Kang who was kneeling on the ground, Zhang Kun slowly walked over.

After coming to Wang Kang, Zhang Kun whispered three words: "I'm sorry!"

But Wang Kang did not move without any response, as if Zhang Kun behind him did not exist. In his eyes, there were only the two black and white figures on the wall.

There was silence in the room. After two more minutes, Zhang Kun took out a piece of paper he had carefully preserved from his shirt pocket and slowly reached towards Wang Kang: "This is what the aunt left for you."

Wang Kang on the ground finally took action, slowly turned his head and looked at the paper in Zhang Kun's hand.

Paper is a very common type of paper for homework books, with green stripes printed on it. Wang Kang slowly took it over and opened it bit by bit.

The words on the paper are written in a black oily pen. The handwriting is very messy, with different sizes, and even the light and weight of the pen are different. Nearly one-third of the words on the edge of the paper are written outside, and only half of the remaining sides are left on the paper. However, you can guess what words are based on the front and back.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Can my son be a general?"

Looking at the last words left by his mother in this world, Wang Kang was silent, slowly folding the paper carefully, then turned his head again, looking at the photo frame on the wall, silent.

After handing over the paper, Zhang Kun waited for another two minutes. After confirming that Wang Kang had nothing to say, Zhang Kun whispered: "The aunt's grave is leaning against her uncle."

Wang Kang was still kneeling there silently without any response.

Zhang Kun was silent for a while, and the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he didn't say anything. He quietly looked at Wang Kang for the last time, then carefully retreated, leaving the entire space to Wang Kang.

Sorrow...there is nothing greater than the death of the heart, and the death of the person is the second.
Chapter completed!