Chapter 4044
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When the plane drizzled as before, and after several twists and turns, Ye Jian finally arrived at the Yellow River side where President Chen himself sprinkled his old company commander, monitor and two comrades in arms, the drizzle changed from drizzle to drizzle.
It's very cold here. There is thick ice under the river and rock. However, the yellow water at the mouth of the waterfall is still powerful. It breaks all the ice that stops it surging, and continues to swim down with these broken ice.
The cold wind messed up her hair, and the icy rain made her face wet. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where principal Chen once stood, where iron bars had been built, and could not go up any more.
Standing here, Ye Jian looks up to the upper reaches, and sees the water and sediment and the big ice coming down from the upper reaches, surging with great momentum, standing on the gray brown rock with deafening voice, looking at the Yellow River running for thousands of years, holding the box tightly for a long time.
Here, not only the heroes of Uncle Chen's comrades, but also the spirits of many martyrs. The surging yellow water comes with the chilling wind. It seems that Ye Jian, who hears the war song, looks down at the tight box and whispers: "Uncle Chen, I'll take you with me, and you will soon be reunited with your comrades."
"You said you don't want to have a memorial service, and don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you. At this time, you just want to be unknown."
Slowly opened the box, the wind caught the rain, wet the white ashes, also blew away countless ashes, Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rock, and held the ashes with trembling hands
Wind whine, like a horn, like a cry; rain under the sound, is tears, is sad; strong wind will hold the ashes in the palm of the hand to blow away, holding a holding of the wind, for the country's numerous credit under President Chen so little by little disappear, until the last province of a box containing his ashes.
Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly. There was water on her face, which was not in the box. She could not tell whether it was rain or tears.
Gone, Uncle Chen left. From now on, she will never see Uncle Chen again. She will never hear Uncle Chen's voice of awe when he is severe.
Gone, really gone
Close the wooden box, red leaf Jane kowtowed to the Yellow River. When she kowtowed to the third time, she knelt for a long time and never got up.
Put down from ashes began to sprinkle has been respectful of the military salute, a group of the people are standing quietly did not go to persuade leaf Jane to come down early.
The wind and rain are still blowing and falling. People who have been kneeling for a long time are still kneeling. The thin back is like a long spear with a stab in it. When they get up, the spear is fierce and the stab is cold. They will cut the stab open in the dark, and then use the bullet to destroy all evils.
Now, they are waiting for the female soldiers like spears to stand up.
"Goodbye, Uncle Chen, and ye wench will come back next time to offer you a sacrifice." Ye Jian, whose forehead is bruised, stands up. The cold wind is too strong. Ye Jian, whose nose is red, is no longer standing on the top of the wind. She is still on the rocks with long ice thorns. She retreats from a high place with a box in her hand, between the leader and the guard. This time, she completes the farewell military salute alone.
There is another hero and soul in the running Yellow River. When Ye Jian turns around and leaves, she looks back as if she is in the rain. The wind reflects a kind back towards the wind and the rain
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
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When the plane drizzled as before, and after several twists and turns, Ye Jian finally arrived at the Yellow River side where President Chen himself sprinkled his old company commander, monitor and two comrades in arms, the drizzle changed from drizzle to drizzle.
It's very cold here. There is thick ice under the river and rock. However, the yellow water at the mouth of the waterfall is still powerful. It breaks all the ice that stops it surging, and continues to swim down with these broken ice.
The cold wind messed up her hair, and the icy rain made her face wet. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where principal Chen once stood, where iron bars had been built, and could not go up any more.
Standing here, Ye Jian looks up to the upper reaches, and sees the water and sediment and the big ice coming down from the upper reaches, surging with great momentum, standing on the gray brown rock with deafening voice, looking at the Yellow River running for thousands of years, holding the box tightly for a long time.
Here, not only the heroes of Uncle Chen's comrades, but also the spirits of many martyrs. The surging yellow water comes with the chilling wind. It seems that Ye Jian, who hears the war song, looks down at the tight box and whispers: "Uncle Chen, I'll take you with me, and you will soon be reunited with your comrades."
"You said you don't want to have a memorial service, and don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you. At this time, you just want to be unknown."
Slowly opened the box, the wind caught the rain, wet the white ashes, also blew away countless ashes, Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rock, and held the ashes with trembling hands
Wind whine, like a horn, like a cry; rain under the sound, is tears, is sad; strong wind will hold the ashes in the palm of the hand to blow away, holding a holding of the wind, for the country's numerous credit under President Chen so little by little disappear, until the last province of a box containing his ashes.
Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly. There was water on her face, which was not in the box. She could not tell whether it was rain or tears.
Gone, Uncle Chen left. From now on, she will never see Uncle Chen again. She will never hear Uncle Chen's voice of awe when he is severe.
Gone, really gone
Close the wooden box, red leaf Jane kowtowed to the Yellow River. When she kowtowed to the third time, she knelt for a long time and never got up.
Put down from ashes began to sprinkle has been respectful of the military salute, a group of the people are standing quietly did not go to persuade leaf Jane to come down early.
The wind and rain are still blowing and falling. People who have been kneeling for a long time are still kneeling. The thin back is like a long spear with a stab in it. When they get up, the spear is fierce and the stab is cold. They will cut the stab open in the dark, and then use the bullet to destroy all evils.
Now, they are waiting for the female soldiers like spears to stand up.
"Goodbye, Uncle Chen, and ye wench will come back next time to offer you a sacrifice." Ye Jian, whose forehead is bruised, stands up. The cold wind is too strong. Ye Jian, whose nose is red, is no longer standing on the top of the wind. She is still on the rocks with long ice thorns. She retreats from a high place with a box in her hand, between the leader and the guard. This time, she completes the farewell military salute alone.
There is another hero and soul in the running Yellow River. When Ye Jian turns around and leaves, she looks back as if she is in the rain. The wind reflects a kind back towards the wind and the rain
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
When the plane drizzled as before, and after several twists and turns, Ye Jian finally arrived at the Yellow River side where President Chen himself sprinkled his old company commander, monitor and two comrades in arms, the drizzle changed from drizzle to drizzle. It's very cold here. There is thick ice under the river and rock. However, the yellow water at the mouth of the waterfall is still powerful. It breaks all the ice that stops it surging, and continues to swim down with these broken ice. The cold wind messed up her hair, and the icy rain made her face wet. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where principal Chen once stood, where iron bars had been built, and could not go up any more. Standing here, Ye Jian looks up to the upper reaches, and sees the water and sediment and the big ice coming down from the upper reaches, surging with great momentum, standing on the gray brown rock with deafening voice, looking at the Yellow River running for thousands of years, holding the box tightly for a long time. Here, not only the heroes of Uncle Chen's comrades, but also the spirits of many martyrs. The surging yellow water comes with the chilling wind. It seems that Ye Jian, who hears the war song, looks down at the tight box and whispers: "Uncle Chen, I'll take you with me, and you will soon be reunited with your comrades." "You said you don't want to have a memorial service, and don't want to be known by too many people. Look at you. At this time, you just want to be unknown." Slowly opened the box, the wind caught the rain, wet the white ashes, also blew away countless ashes, Ye Jian knelt on the cold and wet rock, and held the ashes with trembling hands Wind whine, like a horn, like a cry; rain under the sound, is tears, is sad; strong wind will hold the ashes in the palm of the hand to blow away, holding a holding of the wind, for the country's numerous credit under President Chen so little by little disappear, until the last province of a box containing his ashes. Looking at the empty box, Ye Jian blinked lightly. There was water on her face, which was not in the box. She could not tell whether it was rain or tears. Gone, Uncle Chen left. From now on, she will never see Uncle Chen again. She will never hear Uncle Chen's voice of awe when he is severe. Gone, really gone Close the wooden box, red leaf Jane kowtowed to the Yellow River. When she kowtowed to the third time, she knelt for a long time and never got up. Put down from ashes began to sprinkle has been respectful of the military salute, a group of the people are standing quietly did not go to persuade leaf Jane to come down early. The wind and rain are still blowing and falling. People who have been kneeling for a long time are still kneeling. The thin back is like a long spear with a stab in it. When they get up, the spear is fierce and the stab is cold. They will cut the stab open in the dark, and then use the bullet to destroy all evils. Now, they are waiting for the female soldiers like spears to stand up. "Goodbye, Uncle Chen, and ye wench will come back next time to offer you a sacrifice." Ye Jian, whose forehead is bruised, stands up. The cold wind is too strong. Ye Jian, whose nose is red, is no longer standing on the top of the wind. She is still on the rocks with long ice thorns. She retreats from a high place with a box in her hand, between the leader and the guard. This time, she completes the farewell military salute alone. There is another hero and soul in the running Yellow River. When Ye Jian turns around and leaves, she looks back as if she is in the rain. The wind reflects a kind back towards the wind and the rain Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
