No one needed to shout slogans. The officers and soldiers with straight military postures all raised their hands in salute when Gong Mingjun led Gong Xue to the corps captain and political commissar.
The silent yet strong shock plunged the silent airport hall into an extremely tragic atmosphere.
The moment their palms clasped together, everyone's eyes were red and their throats were choked.
Gong Mingjun, whose face was filled with sadness, pulled the tall and thin girl standing behind him and said, "Captain, political commissar, this is Gong Xue, the only daughter of my brother and sister-in-law."
Political Commissar He Hongqiao looked at the girl in front of him who combined the features of Gong Liangjun and Zeng Rulan, and was a little stunned for a moment.
Is it her?
Last time, I couldn't find Deputy Gong and his wife because of my grandfather's illness, so I questioned him, a dignified political commissar, to the girl who said I was sorry?
It's her, it should be her.
Not every girl can have a special temperament of being strong, stubborn, and not giving in easily. Therefore, He Hongqiao was sure that she was Gong Xue.
Why is she so calm despite not being too old?
Why can't I see any ripples of emotion in my dark and empty eyes?
He Hongqiao opened his mouth, wanting to ask her whether she was tired from the long-distance flight, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that her mouth was full of bitterness and her stomach was full of sorrow, and she couldn't say anything.
Yesterday, she might have been a sweet girl who loved her father and mother, but today's cruel and bloody reality has suddenly reduced her to a helpless orphan.
No matter how beautiful and sensational the words are, they cannot save Gong and his wife, so no matter what you say, it is the cruelest thing in the world to this seemingly strong girl.
Gong Mingjun did not expect that Gong Xue, who had been silent for twelve hours, would suddenly speak. Her unfocused eyes stared at Captain Qin of the corps and political commissar He Hongqiao, and her voice was like an old woman's, hoarse and heartbreaking.
She said six words: "I want to see them."
There are no other requirements.
After the accident, the only thing Gong Xue wanted to accomplish, and what she persistently wanted to accomplish, was to come to southern Xinjiang in person and take a look at her father and mother.
Gong Mingjun held Gong Xue's thin shoulders and said, "Go and see them after dawn, okay?" They don't have to rest, but the officers and soldiers of the special brigade still have to rest. Their hearts and bodies are no better than what he and Gong Xue can bear.
Less suffering...
"I said, I want to go see them! Can't you hear me?" Gong Xue, whose voice was high and like a madman, suddenly shook off her second uncle's hand and rushed towards the airport passage. Gong Mingjun did not hold back, but Wang Feng, whose face was full of tears, said with
The remaining sanity blocked Gong Xue's way.
"Xiaoxue, the deputy team... he... he..." Wang Feng stopped Gong Xue because Gao Yuan was unconscious in the field hospital. His strongest brother, after the death of the deputy team and instructor Zeng, told him to
We must protect Gong Xue.
Gong Xue's eyes swept over Wang Feng coldly, staring at his hand tightly clenched on his arm, "Let go!"
How could Wang Feng let go?
"Bang!" No one saw clearly how Gong Xue acted. Not only did she give Wang Feng a powerful slap, she also used the moves she had learned to escape from Wang Feng's control.
Gong Mingjun chased after him, "Xiaoxue, don't mess around!"
Captain Qin and Political Commissar He also came over quickly, "Wang Feng, don't hurt her!"
Wang Feng laughed miserably, suddenly took Gong Xue's hand and swung it hard towards his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
The dull sound of the palm strike finally tore a crack in Gong Xue's stiff face...
"Hit me... hit me... As long as it can make you better, you can beat me to death... Xiaoxue---------" Wang Feng has wanted to do this for a long time.
When he saw the bodies of his deputy and his wife, when he killed a drug lord on the plateau and fell to the ground injured, he was already crazy.
For him, who is lonely by nature, the deputy team leader and instructor Zeng are closer relatives than his parents in heaven.
And Gao Yuan, such a proud and outstanding soldier, the only people who admire him in XNU are Team Gong and Instructor Zeng.
Gao Yuan said that instructor Zeng was about to change her job, and when Qinghe's crackdown was over, she could return to Mobei to reunite with her daughter...
Aren’t good people safe in life? Aren’t all good stories supposed to have a happy ending?
But why did they leave so cruelly...
Their light snow, the light snow on the plateau, what to do...
Xiaoxue, what should you do----------
Wang Feng's face was swollen like a pig's head and his lips were broken, but he was still smiling miserably.
"Okay! Good fight...Xiaoxue, a little harder...yes...good!"
The comrades couldn't bear to see it and kept silently looking away.
"That's enough!" Political Commissar He Hongqiao stretched out his iron fist in time.
He separated Wang Feng and Gong Xue, turned around and asked the captain for instructions, "I'll take Gong Xue to the funeral parlor, you guys go back first."
There are no stars in southern Xinjiang, only strong winds and showers.
The remains of Gong Liangjun and his wife were placed in the Dehong Prefecture Funeral Home. In order to fulfill Gong Xue's wish, He Hongqiao begged three times, even disturbing the people in the middle of the night, and found the director of the local Civil Affairs Bureau, who gave them special permission to enter the cold storage where the remains of the martyrs were stored.
The sleepy-eyed cold storage manager grumbled while opening the fully enclosed metal door.
He looked coldly at a few special uninvited guests and said, "Let us first agree not to cry after entering. Otherwise, I will be in great trouble if I disturb the ghosts inside."
He Hongqiao handed him two boxes of Yunyan and said, "Thank you, master."
The man's face softened a little, and he waved his hand, "Come in."
Just when everyone was about to file in, Gong Xue's tall and thin figure unexpectedly blocked the passage, "I'll go in by myself."
After Gong Mingjun arrived at the funeral home, he had been silent. The blood-blooded brotherhood made him feel ups and downs, and his grief was uncontrollable. He wanted to see his brother and sister-in-law who loved him for the last time, and wanted to guarantee in front of them that Xiaoxue's future would be his.
I will be responsible to the end.
Unexpectedly, the stubborn Xiaoxue would exclude even him. Gong Mingjun couldn't help but worry, "Xiaoxue, the second uncle also wants to go in."
Gong Xue shook her head and firmly rejected his proposal, "I want to stay alone with them for a while."
The person in charge of the cold storage was only responsible for pulling out the freezer where the remains were stored and then exited the cold and gloomy morgue. With a click, the heavy metal door closed tightly.
The most painful thing in the world is not the separation between yin and yang, but the distance between the two time and space. The unreachable distance, the dead turn into traceless mountain wind, but you live alone in this world.
The person in charge of the cold storage, Guan He Hongqiao, borrowed a lighter and lit it while sighing: "I have never seen such a bold girl. She didn't cry or be afraid when she saw the corpses of her parents. She even touched them.
hands..."
He Hongqiao and Gong Mingjun looked at each other worriedly. Gong Mingjun asked the man, "Don't you have to go in and watch?" Xiaoxue was always a little uneasy when he was left alone in the morgue.
Under the dim light, the man's face looked forlorn and charming. He blew out a smoke ring and said nonchalantly: "She's not making a fuss. What's so interesting about her..." Suddenly he remembered something, the man's reaction to He Hong
Qiao said: "Oh, by the way, go back and tell your leaders that the funeral home does not have an ice coffin that can hold two people at once."