After getting off the plane, the drizzle remained. After going around, Ye Jian finally arrived at the time when President Chen personally sprayed his old company commander, squad leader, and two comrades-in-arms by the Yellow River. The rain changed from drizzle to drizzle.
It is very cold here, thick ice has formed on the banks of the river and under the rocks, but the yellow water at the mouth of the waterfall is still magnificent, breaking all the sound of ice that prevented it from being surging, and holding the broken ice and continuing downstream. .
The cold wind messed up his hair, and the icy rain wet his face. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where Principal Chen once stood. There was an iron fence around it, and he couldn't go up anymore.
Standing here, Ye Jian looked up upstream and saw the water, sand, and the large ice rushing down upstream, coming with a majestic momentum, standing on the gray-brown rock with a deafening noise, watching With the Yellow River surging for thousands of years, he held the box tightly in his hand and did not move for a long time.
Here, not only the heroic souls of Uncle Chen’s comrades, there are also many heroic souls of martyrs. The rushing yellow water is caught in the freezing wind, and Ye Jian, who seems to hear the war song, bows her head. Looking at the tightly held box, he whispered: "Uncle Chen, I have brought you here, and you will be reunited with your comrades in arms soon."
"You said you don't want to have a memorial service, and you don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you, at this time, you still want to be silent."
Slowly opened the box. The wind blew the rain, wet the white ashes, and also blown away countless ashes. Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rock, holding the ashes with his hands shaking slightly...
The wind whistles, like a horn, like a cry; the rain is falling down, tears and sorrow; the strong wind blows away the ashes in the palm of the hand, blowing in handfuls, and making countless contributions to the country The credited Principal Chen disappeared little by little, until at last he only saved a box containing his ashes.
Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly, dripping into the box on her face, and couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Gone, Uncle Chen is gone, and from now on she will never see Uncle Chen again, and will never hear the voice of Uncle Chen that made her awed when he was harsh.
Gone, really gone...
Closing the wooden box, Ye Jian with red eyes kowtow towards the Yellow River. When the third kowtow, she knelt on her forehead and never got up for a long time.
Putting down the military salute that had been respected since the ashes began to be scattered, the group stood quietly and did not try to persuade Ye Jian to come down earlier.
The wind and rain are still blowing and raining, and the person who has been kneeling for a long time is still kneeling. The slender back is like a long spear that is temporarily stuck in the end, and when it is up, the long spear is brutal and the knife is cold. Will stabbing through the darkness, and then use bullets to destroy all evil.
Now, they waited for the female soldiers like spears to stand up.
"Goodbye, Uncle Chen, Ye Yatou will come to pay tribute to you next time." Ye Jian, whose forehead was knocked out, stood up. The cold wind was so strong that Ye Jian whose nose was red was no longer standing between the wind and waves. On the rock with long icy thorns, she retreated from a height with the box in her hands, and retreated between the leader and the guard. This time, she completed the farewell military salute alone.
There was another hero and a heroic soul in the endlessly rushing Yellow River. Ye Jian, who turned to leave, looked back again, as if seeing the rain, the wind reflected in the wind, walking in the rain. Going kindly back...