Chapter 352 Qingshan is fortunate to bury the gold medal of loyalty 290 plus
Mu Feng, during my absence, please love yourself as much as you love me.
You are already my husband. Since childhood, you are the biggest and heaviest piece of heaven in my life. You must always remember to cherish your life, because it not only belongs to you, it also belongs to me and everyone who loves you.
relatives.
Mu Feng, please take care of yourself!
Spring in Beijing is colder than winter in Province Y.
When Yao Xiaojing returned, it happened to be a gloomy and obscure Yangsha sky. Everything was dim and yellow, the air was turbid, and it was difficult to even breathe. When she left Province Y, she was still wearing the single clothes she had at the base. When she got off the plane, she was immediately struck by a bone-chilling sensation.
Surrounded by cold.
Yang Wenjun was waiting outside the military airport. When he saw Yao Xiaojing who looked tired, he immediately stepped forward to greet her.
"Xiaojing, thank you for your hard work." He took the suitcase and opened the car door: "The chief of staff didn't tell his wife about your return. He asked me to pick you up and drive you directly to the 368** unit to attend Comrade Conway's memorial service.
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When Yao Xiaojing heard this, her expression immediately showed deep sadness. She nodded and got into the car silently, leaning against the car door, watching the monotonous and dark buildings of the military airport gradually disappear behind her, and in front of her could not see the end of the yellow
Shamantian was as dark as her mood, unable to see the sky.
"Uncle Yang, how did brother-in-law Kang die?"
"Conway died while protecting his comrades during the mission in Iraq." Regarding the specific circumstances of Conway's sacrifice, Yang Wenjun also heard it from other people. It involved confidentiality, so he could not tell Xiaojing too much.
"Has Sister Mengmeng seen him?" She didn't dare to imagine Sister Mengmeng's crazy despair when she saw her former lover turned into a cold corpse. The pain was so heartbreaking that even she felt unbearable. Don't
Regardless of whether it is a wife who loves her husband deeply.
Yang Wenjun said with a deep tone: "Conway's body was too damaged to be brought back, so it had to be buried in Iraq."
Yao Xiaojing looked at Uncle Yang in disbelief, almost unable to believe that this was true.
"You have to bring it back no matter what... Even if there is only a broken body left, that is brother-in-law Kang!" Yang Wenjun's expression was full of helpless sadness: "It is true that we cannot bring him back. Chief Gu went to confirm it himself."
Yao Xiaojing slowly tightened her clothes, her heart hurt as if it was being torn apart. Her cute sister could not even see Conway's body...
There was great sadness in my heart, and I felt sad and sorry for Conway and for the fact that the soul of the sacrificed hero still remained in a foreign land.
The 368** troops could not find a trace of the sand and dust that shrouded the urban area of Beijing. The huge base surrounded by green mountains, just like Province Y, was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and presented the simplest and purest side to them.
The green mountain peaks in the distance were the place where she and Mu Feng had made love in the past. The mountain wind blew up her thin clothes. Looking into the distance, she wondered if Mu Feng was also staring at her silently.
Although they had traveled all the way, when they arrived at the solemn auditorium, they found that the memorial service was coming to an end.
In the auditorium, stood the special operations officers and soldiers who were weeping like green pines, the grieving Kang family relatives in the front row, Chief Gu, and the serious-looking Yao Zhiyuan couple. The grief-stricken Enya hugged her mother and cried, Yao Xiaojing
My eyes searched the whole place, but I couldn't find Sister Mengmeng.
Where has she gone? Is she unable to bear the extreme pain in this world?
The memorial service ended with low mournful music.
Yao Zhiyuan turned around and saw his daughter standing outside the crowd with tears streaming down her face.
She looked so sad, and her figure was so thin. After not seeing her for several months, she became darker and thinner, but Yao Zhiyuan saw a calm and strong light in his daughter's eyes. This light was that of Chen Mufeng.
Unexpectedly, the short time the two got together would make their daughter seem to have been reborn and mature rapidly.
"Dad..." She raised her hand and waved at him...
With a palpitation in his heart, he touched his mourning and crying wife beside him and said in a deep voice: "Yuyan, Xiaojing is here!"
Chi Yuyan was stunned for a moment, and turned around without wiping her tears. When she saw her daughter Yao Xiaojing, whom she had thought about day and night, running toward them, she couldn't help but shed even more tears.
"Xiao Jing---------"
"Mom----" Yao Xiaojing threw herself into Chi Yuyan's arms and hugged her neck tightly, trying to draw the long-lost warmth from her mother.
Parents often play a role in healing and relieving pain when their children suffer a huge blow, and Chi Yuyan is no exception. At such a sad moment, she wished she could give everything she had to comfort the injured Mengmeng and Xiaojing.
"Mom...Mom..." Yao Xiaojing whispered, clasping the warm hand handed over by Yao Zhiyuan.
The people nearby looked at this scene with emotion. They guessed that this must be a family that loves each other very much.
After her mood stabilized, Yao Xiaojing asked about Gu Mengmeng's whereabouts. Chi Yuyan sighed and said, "Oh... don't mention it. Your sister Mengmeng simply couldn't accept the reality of Conway's sacrifice. She refused to attend the memorial service."
Yao Xiaojing pursed her lips, looked at the military barracks in the distance and said, "I can understand her mood. If it were me and I couldn't see my husband's body, I wouldn't believe that he really went there."
Chi Yuyan was startled when she heard the sound, and then shouted to the ground: "You silly girl, what are you talking about in a depressing way!"
Yao Xiaojing said nothing, silently turning to look at Conway's heroic portrait hanging in the center of the auditorium.
Yao Zhiyuan's eyes became somewhat complicated and swept across his daughter's sad face. His wife didn't understand, but he understood the heaviness in his daughter's eyes.
Mu Feng and Kang Wei are actually the same kind of people.
They are all loyal guards who have given their lives to the country and the party.
Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness cannot be both balanced. A seven-foot-tall man can sacrifice himself in life and remain a ghost for eternity without returning to his hometown. Qingshan is fortunate enough to bury loyal bones and serve the motherland with passion.
They are heroes and set examples of upright military personnel! They are worthy of commemoration and praise by everyone.