"Don't press the sadness in your heart, you and me, I will stand in front of you." Xia Jinyuan is also a bad kisser, but he knows that their lips must be red this time, and there is still some kissing pain after squeezing. With thin lips, he said slowly: "Don't cry alone, my shoulders, my arms, and my people are all your support."
"I'm here, you just need to look up to find me. Just call me and I will respond to you immediately." A man curled up in the corner and cried quietly, as if abandoned by everyone, so pitiful It made him feel painful.
"I can understand your hard work and your joy. Similarly, I still want to understand your sorrow. With me here, you don't have to suppress and cry, and don't be afraid that your sorrow will be seen by me."
"Who am I? I am your boyfriend. I will be your support for the rest of your life, and even your comrade-in-arms who will fight side by side, little fox, remember, I will always be your support, and always will be."
Ye Jian, who had been looking up at him, blinked lightly, and tears dripped from his eye sockets. It turned out that he felt sorry for himself again.
"Xia Jinyuan..." he whispered softly, slowly wrapping his waist and burying his head in his arms that made him feel warm, the tears that could not be resisted came out again, dripping wet his clothes.
Last time in Huishuikou Village, I saw Old Uncle Gen’s increasingly shaky back and her hands that were so thin and bulging. Listening to his suppressed cough, she was already faintly worried at that time, but she was lucky to think that there would be nothing wrong.
There is no luck at all. Once something goes wrong, those self-righteous things become a joke.
"I thought there was nothing, I thought there was still a lot of time. Grandpa Gen can continue to accompany me, and I can continue to accompany him. I never go home every holiday and don't stay much to accompany the elderly."
"Now I want to accompany the old man, Team Xia, I want to accompany him." He said intermittently, every word as if it contained blood beads, weeping so much that the surrounding air was stained with sadness.
Xia Jinyuan only dared to hug her waist, quietly listening to her crying, and occasionally raising her hand to caress her back gently, smoothing her rapid breathing, or bowing her head to kiss her sideburns, giving herself silent support.
Listening to her crying, her deep and gloomy eyes stared at the girl in her arms with the warmest and softest eyes, "Let's go back to accompany Old Uncle Gen. Don't worry, we will go back now."
"Uncle Gen will not blame you, he will only feel relieved, seeing that the child he raised finally grows up and becomes a soldier who defends his family and the country, Uncle Gen is only happy in his heart."
"His biggest wish is to watch you walk towards the barracks and pick up the steel gun. You did it. You see, you become a military academy, and in a few days you will have your own uniform. Uncle Gen hopes Yes, you did what you hoped for."
Yes, the uncle Gen, who dedicated his life to the army, can only be happy. The cowardly child who once made him feel hopeless became sensible, stood up, and became a special soldier who can defend his country and fight on the front line.
He is very happy, very happy.
The old uncle with a breathing tube stuffed in his nostrils smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, lying on the bed quietly with his wise eyes closed, his face had turned sour and pale, if it weren't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, And the instrument that monitors the heartbeat on the side has a wavy line, almost thinking that the old man has passed away.