The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

After getting off the plane, the drizzle remained, and after several rounds, Ye Jian finally arrived at the Yellow River where Principal Chen personally sprinkled his old company commander, squad leader and two comrades in arms.

It is very cold here, and thick ice has formed on the riverside and under the rocks, but the yellow water at the entrance of the waterfall is still powerful, cutting off all the sound of ice that prevented it from surging, and continues to go downstream with these broken ice. .

The cold wind messed up her hair, and the icy rain wet her face. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where Principal Chen used to stand, which was already surrounded by iron fences and could no longer go up.

Standing here, Ye Jian raised her head and looked upstream, and saw the water and sand, as well as the large ice cubes washed down from the upstream, coming with a majestic and deafening sound. Standing on the gray-brown rock, watching. The Yellow River, which has been surging for thousands of years, 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-in-arms, but also the heroic souls of many martyrs, the rolling yellow water rushing in with the chilling wind blowing towards his face, Ye Jian, who seemed to hear the battle song, bowed his head Looking at the tightly held box, he said softly, "Uncle Chen, I brought you here, and you will be reunited with your comrades soon."

"You said that you don't want to have a memorial service, and you don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you, you still just want to be unknown at this time."

Slowly opening the box, the wind blew through the rain, wet the white ashes, and blew away countless ashes. Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rock, holding the ashes with trembling hands...

The wind blew like a horn, like a cry; the rain was rushing down, it was tears, it was sadness; the strong wind blew away the ashes in the palm of my hand, blowing them one by one, serving countless people for the country The credited Principal Chen just disappeared little by little, until in the end there was only one box that contained his ashes.

Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly, water droplets fell into the box on her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

She left, Uncle Chen left. From now on, she will never see Uncle Chen again, nor hear Uncle Chen's stern voice that made her feel in awe.

gone, gone...

Closing the wooden box, Ye Jian, whose eyes were red, kowtowed to the Yellow River. When she kowtowed for the third time, she knelt on her forehead for a long time and never got up.

Putting down the military salute they had been salute since the ashes were sprinkled, the group stood quietly and did not persuade Ye Jian to come down earlier.

The wind and rain are still blowing and falling, and the people who have been kneeling for a long time are still kneeling. The stab will cut through the darkness, and the bullet will destroy all evil.

Now, they were waiting for the spear-like female soldier to stand up.

"Goodbye, Uncle Chen, Ye Yatou will come to pay homage to you next time." Ye Jian, whose forehead was bruised, stood up. The cold wind was too strong, and Ye Jian, whose nose was red, finally stopped standing at the cusp of the storm. On the rock with long ice thorns, she took the box back from the heights and retreated between the leader and the guards. This time, she completed the farewell military salute alone.

There is one more hero and one more heroic soul in the rushing Yellow River. When Ye Jian turned and left, when he turned back again, he seemed to see the rain. The kindly back to go...