Riding a motorcycle... This kind of transportation, Commander-in-Chief Xia, didn’t even remember how many years he had taken it. As a lieutenant general, he was summoned by his son on a phone call. Once the meeting was over, he walked and arranged hands. For the work on the site, he rushed over without even changing his military uniform.
Looking down at the golden epaulettes representing military ranks pressed on his shoulders, Commander-in-Chief Xia beckoned the guards to come over, "Go and find a motorcycle." Turning his head, said to the two leaders of the school: "Go on the motorcycle together. "
The lieutenant general expressed his opinion, and the two leaders of the school naturally had no opinion, and immediately set off on a motorcycle to the town health center.
Xia Jinyuan finished speaking in a low voice and then returned to the ward. At 9:40, Old Uncle Gen suddenly opened his eyes. Ye Jian, who had been guarding him, was so excited that he hadn't spoken yet, but Uncle Gen said first. I seem to see Ye Yatou come back."
The voice was so weak that it was inaudible, but the misty eyes suddenly brightened a lot, and even the spirits became much more energetic.
No one was pleased with this state, and everyone's heart suddenly "cocked" severely...
"Good boy, grandpa doesn't like you crying." The weak voice said intermittently. The old man's eyes were filled with kindness and peace, staring at the child who had been worrying about him for nearly two decades. Just cry. Our soldiers bleed and don't shed tears. You, grandpa must remember that tears flow too much, making my heart full of cowardice."
Ye Jian tightly grasped the old man's thin hand that could not be lifted, and gently nodded and answered, "I remember, I always remember your words, bleeding without tears, I will always remember your words."
The heart trembled uncontrollably, panicked, even though the body couldn't help shivering, Ye Jian forced a slight smile on his face, so that the old man who looked at him could feel at ease.
"Grandpa knows, I know you are a good boy... It's a pity, grandpa... Grandpa..." The cough came suddenly, not a soft cough, but a heavy cough after another, causing Ye Jian's steady smile on his face to fade in an instant.
"You take a break, stop talking, stop talking." The cry that was finally restrained was about to collapse again. Everyone saw that Ye Jian's shoulders were shaking so badly that she stroked Old Uncle Gen's chest with one hand. , So that the old man's breathing can flow smoothly.
The military doctor raised the pillow to make Old Uncle Gen sit upright, and at the same time gently patted the back of the old man's neck to make breathing easier.
Principal Chen, with his fists in both hands, had already looked outside the ward several times, his resolute face couldn't hide his anxiety,... hasn't come yet, the military school leader hasn't sent Ye Yatou's uniform.
In the ward, head Liu Shen said: "Uncle, you will talk again after you rest. We are all listening. Don't worry."
Political commissar Yan carried a cup of warm water, and scooped warm water to the side of Uncle Gen's white lips, "Uncle, you drink, don't worry. Ye Yatou listens to you, she will listen."
The coughing sound that seemed to be coughing out of the lungs finally gradually subsided, however, Old Uncle Gen's face was getting worse and worse.
He wanted to squeeze Ye Jian's hands, but unfortunately he couldn't use any strength, he could only smile softly: "Good boy, don't be sad, it's a happy event for grandpa to leave at his age. It's a pity that grandpa can't send you to the barracks himself. I don’t see what you look like in military uniform anymore."