Jiang Minghao walked slowly to the old woman. He didn't know whether he should be like a man and grab the lonely old man into his arms, because when he approached, Jiang Minghao was at the old woman. Seeing the figure of grandfather in her eyes, she heard the old woman choked and said:
"You must be very puzzled, I am from the Goose country, why does my grandson serve as a soldier in the Long Kingdom?"
Listening to this proficient language of the Dragon Kingdom, apart from a long-lost familiarity and intimacy, Jiang Minghao didn't have any doubts or doubts, because the old woman’s unique temperament from the Dragon Kingdom made Jiang Minghao feel He is more than just a woman who only has the blood of Goose Country.
Just listen to the old woman continue to say: "Actually, I can be regarded as half of Long Country."
As the old woman said, he wiped away the only tears on his face. He took a deep breath, as if hiding all his emotions, and began to tell her own story:
"Back then, the Goose Country and the Long Country were considered brother countries, so my mother was a native of Long Country Capital, and my father was an engineer of the Goose Country who supported the Long Country Railway. Later, my mother followed suit. My father came to settle in Moss City, the country of Goose."
As the old woman said, her face showed immense happiness and admiration and yearning for love, as if she was reminiscing about her happy life. Jiang Minghao couldn't help but feel jealous, because this kind of happiness was something Jiang Minghao could never realize. Arrived.
But the next moment, the happiness on the old woman’s face was immediately replaced by pain and despair, as if she had endured the most terrifying and ruthless experience in the world. There was a fierce light in her eyes, like two groups of anger that burned all darkness. , Just listen to him continue to say:
"Perhaps God’s giving will require humans to repay it at a certain price? My daughter, like crazy, fell in love with a Longguo man, and this Longguo man sent my only grandson in The Dragon Kingdom’s troops."
Suddenly, the old woman's hands suddenly grabbed Jiang Minghao's arm. Those ten slender fingers, like sharp hooks, squeezed Jiang Minghao's arms tightly, and the snow-white nails were on Jiang Minghao·Alder· There were deep scratches on Lu's arm, as if at that moment, the old woman had vented all the pain and blame on Jiang Minghao. He gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely:
"Actually, to be honest, I hate, I hate the Long Kingdom people, I hate the Long Kingdom soldiers even more, because of the Long Kingdom people, I lost my favorite daughter, because of the Long Kingdom soldiers, I lost my most beloved grandson , Woo..."
The old woman was talking and sobbing for the first time, as if these words were insincere, but Jiang Minghao didn't care about his venting and abuse, and his pinched blue and purple arms were still like two green pine The branches are normal, hanging naturally, without resistance or any painful reactions.
Because Jiang Minghao knew that the old woman in front of him had been suppressed by this painful emotion for too long, so long that even she herself couldn't tell how to interpret and vent her pain and blame for the loss of a loved one.
Jiang Minghao still opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, just like when he was sitting in front of the empty grave, his grandfather was just sitting quietly, smoking a cigarette, and blowing the horn in sorrow, without a word extra. , As if at that moment, the world also stood still with the clouds and mist that Grandpa swallowed, and Time and Space also wept at the sound of the sad horn.
It is said that happiness is always surprisingly similar, but sadness always has thousands of forms, but after experiencing so many things, experiencing so many life and death, Jiang Minghao didn't really realize until this moment that the sadness and pain of soldiers are always so similar.
Because soldiers always bear two responsibilities on their shoulders, one is their own little family, and the other is given to everyone by the green uniform on their bodies, but every soldier ultimately chooses to live up to his little family. , Serve everyone.
Finally, the old woman's cries gradually eased, and he seemed to know that he was out of control. The hands holding Jiang Minghao immediately retracted like an electric shock, looking at the dark purple traces of the clear nails on Jiang Minghao's arm. , Hurriedly apologized as if he had done a wrong child.
If at this time, the person standing in front of the old woman is an ordinary person, perhaps he has long been angry and intolerable, and even yelled and left, but in front of her, like her grandson, the iron-blooded man with the blood of a soldier, Jiang Minghao's mouth slightly Upward, revealing a smile from the heart.
Jiang Minghao slowly raised his right hand, gently holding the old woman panicked and even trembling hands, like a filial grandson, holding this kind grandma, slowly walking towards the chair by the dining table Go, when the old woman looked at Jiang Minghao holding herself up to the chair with a surprised look, her filial and handsome grandson suddenly flashed in her eyes, she couldn't help nodding and muttering to herself. :
"Good boy, good boy..."
However, Jiang Minghao naturally knew that the old woman in front of him was not talking about himself, but the grandson who had long since passed away. Although his eyes were wrapped in tears again, the happy smile on the old woman’s face was real, as if at that moment, Jiang Minghao really became the grandson she had missed for a long time.
"Grandma, can you tell me about your grandson's glorious deeds?"
Jiang Minghao looked at the proud look of the old woman, and naturally guessed that the grandson in his mouth should also be an outstanding soldier with brilliant military exploits. For this old woman, he was heartbroken and full of proud ambivalence, the best way of relief. It is nothing more than letting her inner pride and pride once again overcome her inner sadness.
"Hey..." When the old woman heard Jiang Minghao's words, the original sadness and anger on his face were instantly replaced by pride and pride. She was like an old man who told her heroic deeds, slowly Said:
"My good grandson is not only a glorious Dragon State soldier, but also a glorious member of the international peacekeeping force. He often calls himself a blue shirt, because blue represents the sky and peace, and the shirt , It is like an open umbrella that protects the safety of the people of the world. Therefore, he is a great soldier."
At this moment, the old woman’s evaluation of the soldiers is completely opposite to the resentment just mentioned, as if they are different from the previous resentment and blame, but the next moment, Jiang Minghao’s pride and hidden pride in the old woman Under the proud expression, I saw a trace of sadness.
"Blue shirt?"
Jiang Minghao read these two words silently in his heart, because these two words mean the grandson of the old woman, a great international peacekeeper, mean the reputation and prestige of this soldier in the Long Kingdom army, and also mean the whole Dragon Kingdom’s great desire for peace.
I saw the old woman’s tears rolling in her eyes again. Jiang Minghao couldn’t help but want to raise his hand to wipe him off, but he didn’t do it, because the strong old woman in front of him who has lived for so many years doesn’t need this at all. Poor, he resisted the choked voice and said:
"A few years ago, my grandson participated in an anti-pirate peacekeeping operation on Soma Island. The day before he left, he came to see me specially. I made him his favorite egg fried rice of the Dragon Kingdom and looked at me. His grandson eats so fragrantly, as if it was the last time he ate what I made, it made me feel like I was about to lose him forever. I didn’t expect it to be true in the end..."
The old woman didn’t go on. He didn’t dare to describe the painful ending. Of course, Jiang Minghao could also guess what the tragic ending was. Facing those who demanded money and killed people, it was a murder who climbed from hell to the world without blinking. Devil, Jiang Minghao even had the tragic scene of that battle in his mind.
"grandmother·······"
Jiang Minghao stretched out his hands and grasped the old woman who was full of pride but whose body trembled completely exposed his inner sadness. Although it was the weather of July and August, the old woman’s cold hands, Just like the number of cold winters, it seems to be full of disappointment and sorrow for the darkness of this world.
But when he heard Jiang Minghao's'grandma', the hands that were originally unwavering like stagnant water suddenly shook, as if they were greatly encouraged, they were held in Jiang Minghao's palms, withered and wrinkled. His hands were like flames that were burning again, and he instantly held Jiang Minghao's hands tightly. The old woman nodded her head and agreed with a smile on her face:
"Hey! Good boy."
At this moment, Jiang Minghao could see that the tears in the eyes of the old woman were more of joy. The wrinkled and dry hands of the old woman were tightly held in Jiang Minghao’s palm. She felt the palm of Jiang Minghao’s palm. The raised calluses of holding a knife, holding a gun and practicing fist are like a thick layer of armor, giving this young man the mission of fighting and charging.
The old woman really didn’t expect that in her lifetime, she could still see an excellent soldier like her grandson. A look in her eyes contains all the advantages of a soldier, such as iron blood, tenacity, toughness, fearlessness, etc., while also possessing a fraternity. With a kind heart, how can such a soldier be described by the four words of'general talent'
However, Jiang Minghao did not tell the kind old woman in front of him that he was the culprit who caused the entire St. Petersburg disaster, nor did he tell the old woman in front of him his name. He just said gently in front of the old woman:
"Grandma, don't worry, you will also be my grandma in the future..."
Jiang Minghao’s words are like rain and dew from a spring thunder, which instantly waters all the dead souls and gives them new vitality. The old woman is like rekindling the vitality of survival, she holds tightly. Jiang Minghao's hand kept saying the same sentence:
"Good boy, my good boy..."