Li Jinnian sat down with a stone, spread his slender legs slightly, crossed his arms on his knees and crossed his fingers, and chatted with Xia Jinyuan about the reason why he hadn't thought about getting married.
In the past, the two people only had a relationship of sympathy and sympathy, and they didn't meet each other very often, so there was a sense of distance between them.
Now because of Ye Jian's existence, the relationship between the two of them has become closer, and it is natural to say something in their hearts.
"The first time I saw the sacrifice was not long after entering the navy. The sacrificed navy soldier stood on the island a few days ago and laughed and told me that in another week his wife and his four-year-old daughter came to see her."
"When I saw it again, his body was swollen with sea water, and he was still clutching a plastic bag with Hai (Luo) in it. He encountered a drug smuggler at sea and was killed."
"The day he found him happened to be... The soldier’s wife took his son and took the train day and night with joy, and took a half-day flight. Finally, he took a four-hour boat ride, one package on the left and one package on the right to carry the specialties of his hometown. Then, the young boy took her shoulder bag, and the mother and son walked over happily talking."
"The comrade-in-arms who succeeded the mother and son told me that she had always refused to let her comrades carry the special products brought from home, for fear of losing them. She also said that they were all the special products that her comrades liked to eat."
"The comrade-in-arms listened for a while and didn't hold back, tears burst out in a rush, and afraid of being seen, he hurriedly turned his head to wipe away the tears, and then he dared not say anything."
Speaking of this, Li Jinnian's own eyes were faintly red.
They are the hardest and most fearless men. Then, their hearts are also the softest and most tolerant men. Even after so long, the sadness of the past can still evoke the softness of sadness in their hearts. .
"From the northernmost part to the southernmost part of our country, this seemingly weak wife, in order to be able to see her husband and bring joy to her husband, she arrived there for dozens of hours."
"She and the child came over with joy. The child wanted to see his father, and the wife wanted to see her husband. Later... she saw a husband whose face was deformed, and his whole body was swollen... He couldn't even wear a navy uniform."
"It's the same when the sky falls. The real sky falls is the "sky" in her heart. It is desperate, gloomy, hopeless... The first time I saw it, there were nightmares for three consecutive nights."
Such a topic is a topic shared by the two, even after waking up from a dream, they feel similar.
Xia Jinyuan nodded her chest, and her voice came deep, "Every time I wake up, my warm heart seems to be sealed by ice and snow, without a trace of warmth, it is so cold that it is shivering."
"I thought at that time, I must never get married, and don't impede an innocent woman, a family that has nothing to do with me."
"My chest was blocked, and my breath hurt. When I woke up the next day, all my comrades in arms solidified a layer of sadness in their eyes, that feeling...really..."
Another breath was blocked in his throat, and the two fell silent at the same time.
The heart-piercing cry of those sacrificing comrades and relatives seemed to be heard again in the ears. The pain of bereavement was more painful than cutting the skin.
"It's too dangerous to do our business. There is no way for future wives and children to have a stable life. So, it's better not to."
After a long time, Li Jinnian spoke lightly, "If you don't pay attention, it will be gone, why bother others."