The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Now suddenly asked, although Ye Jian's expression is a little stiff, but her psychological quality has passed the test, she will cover up the strangeness in a flash, and said with a light smile: "The family who adopted me used to take the pension left by my mother, and now this family also It's gone, so Dad, you don't have to thank me."

She didn't want to tell Dad Fu what happened before the age of fourteen. If she could hide it... She wanted to keep it secret.

In fact, it's a bit unrealistic. Dad Fu can find out these things by checking them. She also needs to mention them, but... Ye Jian looked up at the high mountain, where her mother was buried. Bai is straight, like a guard... At least wait until after visiting mother and father's mood to calm down.

One thing after another, there must be a buffer, how can it all shake out at once.

Although her strangeness was concealed quickly, Dad Fu still saw a clue, and just like that, Dad Fu's heart throbbed violently.

His daughter is avoiding those past events again. She must have been through too much hardship, and she doesn't want to say it to make him sad. Just like what happened to her mother, she was so careful to hide her sadness as a father.

Deep down, Dad Fu, who felt that he owed too much to Ye Jian, had a huge boulder on his chest, which made him unable to breathe. His daughter was too sensible to let her take care of him as a father...

Fu Dad, who was short of breath, suppressed his rolling emotions, took a deep breath, and cooperated with Ye Jian to pretend that he didn't find anything and smiled gently: "That's a pity, go back next time, if you have a chance, Dad will thank you again."

At this time, Dad Fu never thought that the family who adopted Ye Jian tortured his daughter in every way, and almost died several times.

I don't know that this family is still the murderer who pushed his wife to sacrifice, separating him from the person he loves the most.

In front of it is the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing. Because it is not long after the Qingming Festival, there are still wreaths that have withered in front of the tomb. This is a ceremony organized by the Southern Provincial Army to present flowers to the martyrs every year to commemorate the martyrs, not forgetting the martyrs. Wreath, flowers.

Ye Jian pointed in the direction of the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing, and said softly to Dad Fu: "Dad, the front is on the left, the second in the second row... Mom is buried there."

After she finished speaking, Dad Fu's eyes had already fallen.

In the early morning, there was still a thin morning mist lingering on the hills of the Martyrs Cemetery. The sunlight fell softly through the mist, and the red five-pointed stars in front of the rows of tombstones shone especially brightly. Dad Fu's vision fell through the mist. to the resting place of the deceased wife.

"Red plum..."

He murmured softly, and Ye Jian saw him staggering forward, staggering a few steps, and before he saw his mother, her father's soul was broken.

The greatest sadness is the death of the heart, and all the tears are blocked in my heart, no matter how they flow.

My heart is dead, how can there be tears?

Everyone went with them, how could there be tears?

After more than 20 years, Fu Yusheng finally saw the only woman in his life, the only beloved wife in his life.

The figure staggered several times and seemed to be about to fall. Ye Jian, who was holding a carnation in his hand, chased after him and held Dad Fu's arm with one hand, "Dad... Slow down, don't fall."

The nasal voice was thick, and it was obvious that he was crying.

"Good, don't help Dad, Dad walks over to see your mother." This time, Dad Fu pulled back his hand firmly. He wanted to walk to see his wife by himself. Even if he fell, he had to crawl. to see the wife.