The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

"It makes those who hear it excited at first, and then fearful. There is no way to cry... weep... There is no way to cry."

The girl spoke in a low voice, her voice choked out.

Ye Jian retracted the long sword, and the tragic and solemn still remained between the circle and the sword, and the depths of his heart were already mottled with blood.

With red eyes, Song Zhiqiu walked over to Ye Jian, stretched out his hand, and slowly took the sword clenched in Ye Jian's hand into his own, and said softly, "Now I finally understand..."

He was also present when Ye Jian was rehearsing that year. At that time, he shocked Ye Jian, who had no dance skills at all, to dance out of the realm. She perfectly presented the tragic and desolate hero's end of the road, but the fearlessness of dying in battle with no regrets. , at that time he just thought that Ye Jian was only performing for the sake of performance.

Now, the mood has completely changed.

She is not a performance, but a memorial!

To pay homage to the fallen comrades who fought for the country, even though they died, they do not regret their comrades in arms, and to pay homage to those heroes who secretly resisted the darkness with mortal flesh and finally fell, and remained anonymous throughout their lives, and only a few people knew about them.

Ye Jian raised her head and gave Song Zhiqiu a very far-fetched smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but felt her throat tightened, and finally Zhang Xi pursed the corners of her mouth a few times.

She has a lot of emotional ups and downs now. That year, she suddenly received a call from Team Xia, and the bad news came that her limbs were cold and bone-piercing, and she could not accept the departure of her comrades. Comrade-in-arms J5 sees off.

Now that she is a senior, J5 has been away for two years, and it is still a pain in her heart that cannot be touched.

After making some adjustments, Ye Jian raised her eyes and lowered her head. She only looked at the four students with musical instruments in her hands and said, "It should be almost time for us to play, let's go."

"Instructor..." The choked voice came, and the girl who played the pipa trembled, "I want to wash my face first, but I feel very sad and I can't control my tears."

The girl who raised her head burst into tears. She cried for the tragic and solemnity conveyed in the sword dance, for the hero parted and died in battle.

She has accompanied "House of Flying Daggers" countless times, only today... Today I shed tears, my heart has been tightened, and my emotions have always been driven by the dancers, and she has become a complete accompaniment.

Ye Jian didn't expect to make the players cry again, as did Xu Wen back then.

Looking at the other three students, the girl who played the guzheng was still secretly wiping the corners of her eyes, and the corners of the eyes of the two boys who only cooperated a little were also reddened.

Seeing this, Ye Jian suddenly felt as if something had broken out of her chest, penetrating into the festering fleshy colic in the depths of her soul.

Staring at the tearful students, Ye Jian, who was in a state of colic pain, saw J5 in a trance. He was wearing a tailor-made military uniform that showed military temperament. He looked at her with bright eyes and a slight smile. , also looked at the sad student...

Finally, the colic soul trembled fiercely, and something that burst out of her chest with an extremely fierce gesture plucked out the "flesh" that was "festering" in the depths of her soul, it was a path to drive away the darkness. , took away the haze, and ushered in the light of hope. At that moment, she finally understood the true meaning of why "war".

Because protecting them...they who cry for heroes, die in battle, it's worth it!

J5, my comrade, have you seen it?

You must have seen it.

You see, although they don't know your existence, they cry because of you, because of thousands of "you" like you.

Heroes will not be depressed or forgotten. The tears they shed are the best tribute to heroes.