Drifting Towards You

The juvenile's body is not yet strong, and the army green T-shirt clings to him tightly.

His face was full of rain, but his eyes were firm, as if a little boy could already carry all the wind and rain.

The second photo is when he was eighteen years old, and the words Happy Eighteenth Birthday are written under the photo.

But what is heartbreaking is that the background of the photo is not a high-end banquet with bright lights, but he is lying on a stretcher with his eyes closed, covered in blood, and the blood spreading from the top of his head covers half of his handsome face, and his face is full. It was the traces of blood and gunpowder smoke, and the camouflage jacket left a cruelty of war.

The third photo shows him kneeling in front of a tombstone. There is a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. There is a tear mark on the face of the resolute man. The straight military uniform is particularly dazzling, and the man who only sets off is lonely and solemn.

It was his brother and his comrade-in-arms, who sacrificed himself in order to save him during the mission.

The fourth photo shows him and another man wearing yellow-green military uniforms, wearing hats holding sniper rifles, and smiling at each other with their backs leaning against a tree trunk in Africa.

The two people in the photo are sallow complexions, tanned, and **** lips have been oozing with chapped lips. Except for the sharp black eyes and outlines, there is almost no way this man looks handsome.

The fifth picture shows him wearing a bullet-proof vest, carrying a time bomb in his arms and rushing out.

His expression was a bit hideous and solemn, and he seemed to yell in the direction of the crowd again, letting his subordinates evacuate the crowd, but he drove far away with the bomb in his hand.

The sixth one was a little more peaceful, and he was in the command post staring at the big screen in front of him.

It's just that those eyes are bloodshot, because of a terrorist attack, he hasn't slept for 96 consecutive hours...

The seventh, eighth, ninth...

Each one seems to record his nine deaths over the years.

He gave his life to protect this land, these people, and this country.

Su Xiangwan thought that the things he guarded for him would definitely guard him.

Those blood and sweat will not be disappointed.

After posting on Weibo, Su Xiangwan forwarded it to Han Che and several seniors in the circle for help.

Later, I called the person in charge of Dingsheng Entertainment and asked him to arrange for the company's popular artists to forward and spread.

When the boss made a speech, the person in charge naturally had no objections and fully cooperated.

On the other side, Li Xiaoxiao also saw Weibo not long after.

After the accident, she often followed the news on the Internet.

After carefully looking at the photos one by one, Li Xiaoxiao's eye circles couldn't help but turn red.

After reading it carefully, Li Xiaoxiao sent a WeChat message to Su Xiangwan: [Late, thank you. 】

Su Xiang party gave an expression of blowing a kiss: [Don't worry, it's not a big deal. Send another wave of daily photos tomorrow, it's time to dedicate the beautiful photos you have cherished for many years! 】

Li Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, and started WeChat with Su Xiangwan while sitting on the bed.

The two chatted for a while, and Si Mocheng opened the door and came in.

Looking at Li Xiaoxiao who was already awake, he said, "Go wash, breakfast is almost ready."

"Great."

After receiving a response, Si Mocheng turned around and went out.

After he left, Li Xiaoxiao didn't move. Instead, he reposted Su Xiangwan's Weibo first, and then edited the message in the memo on his mobile phone.

She didn't intend to hide behind him, she wanted to stand in front of others with him.

After editing for a while, Simocheng came in again. Seeing that she hadn't moved, he was not angry, but he lifted her from the bed, threw her into the bathroom, and snatched her mobile phone.