When I came back from the plateau, my shirt had turned dark green from the rain.
While placing the flowers on the memorial table, he asked Gong Xue curiously: "What were you talking about with the tombstone just now? Seeing that you were mumbling something, it sounded like that."
Gong Xue was helping him place the white chrysanthemums that had just been picked but had no time to arrange them one by one in front of the tomb. When she heard his question, she looked sideways at Gao Yuan, "You want to know?"
Gao Yuan said: "Of course." He wanted to know everything about her.
"I asked him if he had any regrets, Qi Tianfu." He turned his eyes back to the lonely tomb and said in a faint tone: "His name is Qi Tianfu. If he hadn't met you, he might have always been just a lonely soul in southern Xinjiang.
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Gao Yuan frowned and looked at Gong Xue through the silk curtain of rain. There was an anxious, decadent and negative air about her. More than once, she had extreme remarks about soldiers and martyrs, including in
When they were in "Good Place", she asked him a series of questions, which also made him feel the changes in Xiaoxue.
Not only did she have physical problems, she also suffered from mental illness.
This disease seems insignificant and will not affect a person's future life. However, it is still a tumor that cannot be ignored. If you save yourself well, the malignant tumor will become benign. If you leave it alone, the benign tumor will also become benign.
It will be fatal..
Usually fatal mental illnesses do not occur overnight, but are caused by accumulated damage over time. Those seemingly innocuous paranoia, quarrels, and misunderstandings are the root causes of the disease.
Xiaoxue's psychological problems must have been around for a long time. Gao Yuan guessed that her resistance to the military profession may be directly related to her parents' long-term absence and lack of understanding and communication.
In his memory, it seemed that when Grandpa Gong fell ill, some changes occurred in Xiaoxue's thoughts.
"Plateau?" Gong Xue saw him standing still, put down the bouquet, and covered his head with an umbrella.
"Oh... let's get started." He did not continue this sensitive topic, but squatted down and cleaned up the dead branches and leaves from the other side of the tomb.
Gong Xue wanted to help, but he stopped her. He said this was a man's job, and women should step aside.
Gong Xue felt sweet in her heart. This was the first time that Gao Yuan looked at her from a woman's perspective. This realization made her feel that she had matured a lot in an instant, and the gap with him had invisibly narrowed a lot.
Soon, the not-so-large hero's tomb was cleaned up. Gao Yuan picked up two white chrysanthemums from the ground, handed one to Gong Xue, and kept one for himself.
Before the worship ceremony began, Gao Yuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took out three cigarettes, lit them, and inserted them side by side in the soil beside the altar.
"Brother Qi, you should also smoke. There should be no brothers in our special brigade who can't smoke. The cigarettes are produced locally. Don't dislike it. No one talks there, so come back often. We are all your brothers.
, don’t forget it.” After Gao Yuan finished speaking, he patted the cold tombstone as if patting a comrade on the shoulder. When he stood up, his eyes were slightly red...
Gong Xue's hand tightened, and the petals of the white chrysanthemum swept across her lips, sending a faint fragrance.
Gao Yuan and Gong Xue inserted the flowers into the altar as incense candles, raised three silent bows, and stood in silence for a while before Gao Yuan took her hand again and said, "Let's go."
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the rain became heavier and their trousers were completely soaked. Gao Yuan placed her in the landscape corridor, and then went to discuss buying an umbrella with the staff of the Martyrs Cemetery.
Gong Xue thought that this was the place where her parents would be buried, and she couldn't help but look back at the stepped stone mountain again.
I don’t know if it was affected by the visit to the heroes’ tombs just now, but the Daqingshan that caught my eye was very different from the first time I saw it. The rows of heroes’ tombs standing among the green cypresses in the mountains seemed to be transformed into
Each of the vivid soldiers looked at her with awe and righteousness.
1051 martyrs.
An unshakable spiritual wall slowly formed before her eyes.
This is the first time Gong Xue has faced such a powerful and indestructible force. Her trivial thoughts seem so childish and insignificant in front of thousands of heroes who are throwing their lives and blood.
Gao Yuan took back the big blue plaid umbrella and smiled happily, "Xiaoxue, they gave it to us for free."
Gong Xue came back from her meditation, looked at Gao Yuan and asked, "Don't you need to pay me?" After all, it was a new umbrella.
Gao Yuan opened the umbrella and stepped into the rain first, "No, they seem to know you. When I asked about buying an umbrella, they said that Gong Liangjun's daughter would give away as many umbrellas as she wanted."
Gong Xue was startled, looked at the white house in the distance, then turned her head and said, "Let's go."
There was still a mountainous road to walk from the cemetery to the station. It was windy and rainy, so Gong Xue took off her military uniform and gave it to him. Gao Yuan didn't want it at first, but she couldn't stand her temper, so she put it on anyway.
When handing over the clothes, she felt a little relieved when she touched his hand, which was warm and moist, not cold.
The air in the mountains is exceptionally fresh, and the moist mountain wind, along with traces of light clouds and mist, floats in the misty rain. The sound of rain is the most beautiful note in the mountains and forests, and every grass and flower on the roadside is filled with joy.
It has become an embellishment on the musical notes. The mountains in the rain have become extraordinarily green, and the gurgling streams in the valleys seem to be flowing in the green, flowing into the heart and lungs...
The unique charm of mountains, forests and rain brings two young hearts closer and closer...
There is no bus here, but there are rural buses from nearby villages and towns to Mangshi. When getting on the bus, the attentive Gao Yuan found that Gong Xue's canvas sneakers were wet and made a popping sound when walking. In the winter in southern Xinjiang, it is wet and cold.
They were connected together. Although Gong Xue's expression looked the same as usual, after the car drove away, she deliberately sat in the back row with Gong Xue and held her ankle.
Gong Xue was startled and subconsciously wanted to hide, but his warm hands held her feet and took off her soaked sneakers.
On her feet, she wore cute little bear cotton socks. Gao Yuan glanced at them and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Gong Xue pushed him awkwardly, "Don't... there's someone in front..."
The people she tabooed could be completely ignored, because there were only three people in the car besides them, a driver, a female conductor, and a fat man in the front row who had a heated fight with the conductor.
The smile on Gao Yuan's face became even stronger.
His upper body leaned forward slightly, and his face with a half-smiling expression suddenly came close to Gong Xue. The distance between the two turned red. When Gong Xue's heartbeat was beating, her feet felt cold, but she was
He took off his socks neatly.
"Haha..." Gao Yuan, who had succeeded, retreated to a safe distance and chuckled.
He wrapped his warm hands tightly around the white and tender feet and put them into his arms.
"Be patient for now. When we get to the city, I'll buy you a new one."