I don't know how long it took, but countless people's voices became hoarse from crying, and I don't know how many people fainted from crying.

They know,

They have lost him forever, their hero is gone forever!

In the emergency room,

Chen Qingxuan knelt in front of Chen Fan's bed, her eyes filled with numbness and confusion.

After a brief cry,

She kept kneeling, and only then did she realize that when a person is extremely sad, he cannot cry, not even a single tear can flow.

Only the slight trembling of his body told her that she had lost him forever.

Tap tap tap!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

A team of honor guards walked in in neat steps. Walking in front was an old man in a Zhongshan suit, who was a member of the Supreme Committee.

In the hands of the guards of honor were medals.

They stopped outside the corridor.

The old man in the Zhongshan suit walked out of the door and looked at Chen Fan lying motionless on the hospital bed. His body trembled violently.

He walked out of the Supreme Council's meeting room,

Along the way, he saw countless people crying bitterly, saw countless people kneeling on one knee, and heard their sad wails.

His heart was trembling.

"grown ups.........."

The hospital leader who received the news hurried forward, but just as he opened his mouth, the old man in the Zhongshan suit gently raised his hand to stop the hospital leader.

He stood outside the door, raised his hand, and solemnly adjusted his clothes, carefully checking every button.

Then he lifted his legs and walked into the room.

Everyone in the room silently parted ways.

The old man walked straight towards Chen Fan.

Walking in front of Chen Fan, he looked at Chen Qingxuan, who was sitting on the ground with a numb face. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort Chen Qingxuan.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.

In the end, all the words turned into four words: "My condolences!"

After saying this, he turned to look at Chen Fan, and his old and sad voice rang out: "Chen Fan... I'm here to see you on behalf of the motherland... You're great!"

"Chen Fan... I have brought you the honor that belongs to you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards walked in in a row with neat steps.

"In times of crisis, you charge forward and save lives with your own. You are a hero and the most beautiful scenery in times of crisis..."

The old man's trembling voice sounded,

"Chen Fan... you are the inheritor of the patriotic spirit of guarding the border. Upholding the firm belief of "sacrificing oneself to protect the motherland", you have devoted yourself loyally to the country and the people in the darkness for decades.

He fulfilled his oath under the red flag. He devoted his life to serving the people.

Searching for the direction of light in the midst of chaos, I have sharpened my sword before stepping into the abyss. On the day of receiving the mission, I could not sleep well.

Back then, Wu Gou was tempered in Shencheng, and in October, he went out to the frontier. His great talent was just beginning to take shape. With one exhortation, he promised his whole life.

A loud noise startled the world, a name cleansed people's hearts...

Chen Fan... The motherland has decided to award you the title of Hero of Daxia and the Order of the Great Xia... In the name of the nation, we honor the martyrs...

The motherland has decided to award you a special merit... the title of Border Guarding Hero... and award you the first medal, the Order of the Red Star..."

As the old man finished his words, a guard of honor came forward.

He solemnly picked up the medal on the tray and placed it next to Chen Fan.

In the end, he was surrounded by medals.

The last medal was placed next to Chen Fan. The old man raised his hand tremblingly.

salute!

After doing all this, he looked at Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun again.

"Your father is a hero... The motherland has decided to hold a state funeral for him. Comrades from relevant departments will arrive to transport his body shortly. Please be prepared... We express our sincere condolences!"

After saying that, the old man turned around and left with red eyes.

After a while, people from the relevant departments came and took Chen Fan's body away.

the next day,

The entire Daxia held a memorial service for Chen Fan.

The memorial service was held in the imperial capital.

The mourning hall was all white.

Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun wore mourning clothes and knelt on the ground silently, burning paper money.

In the coffin, Chen Fan was lying in police uniform with his hair combed meticulously.

Representatives from all walks of life held white chrysanthemums in their hands, lined up, and walked forward step by step. Surrounded by countless people, Chen Fan's body lay quietly in the center, surrounded by clusters of lilies, holy and noble, just like Chen Fan's noble soul.

They placed the chrysanthemums in front of Chen Fan's coffin and looked at him with tears in their eyes.

Then he walked out. The song of longing echoed for a long time in the scene, and the atmosphere was solemn and sad.

Chen Fan's memorial service was extremely cruel to everyone.

At the memorial service, countless Grays knelt on the ground, covered their faces and cried, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The new generation of drug enforcement police said to Chen Fan's portrait with tears in their eyes: "Hero, you can go with peace of mind. Daxia will be left to us."

On this day, all over Daxia.

Countless people held white candles in their hands and walked silently into the streets, holding up banners that read "Heroes will live forever, rest in peace, people's heroes."

On this day, everyone was dressed simply and their faces were filled with sorrow.

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