It seemed as if Mr. Lu had relived that day. The sky was filled with artillery fire, and the squad leader's roar rang in their ears: "Go!!! Survive and save me!!!"
At that time, each of them had a simple wish, which was to survive...
As long as they survived every battle, they would be closer to victory...
Without good equipment, we have to rely on human lives and piles of corpses.
We must always create a future for our descendants and a way of survival for them.
Because we have a brilliant leader, no one gives up no matter how hard or painful the life is.
Everyone has a bright future in their hearts.
But faith did not give them hope.
Even though the sacrifices were tragic, everyone's wish was fulfilled.
Look at it now, there is no roar of artillery fire, no broken walls, no mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
It really is, that’s great.
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After coming back from the brigade headquarters, Mr. Lu was in low spirits and was helped by Lu Heng to go to bed to rest.
The old man's condition made several people in the family very worried. Qiao Qingqing secretly gave the old man a bowl of spiritual spring water and watched the old man drink the water before leaving the room with peace of mind.
This meal of reminiscing about the past was like taking the old man back to decades ago, and he was deeply hurt.
Qiao Qingqing was secretly annoyed. If anything happened to the old man because of this, she would be so angry that she would die.
"If I had known that Grandpa would be saddened by the sight, I would not have let him go and would have found an excuse to keep him at home."
As soon as Qiao Qingqing said this, Lu Heng squatted down in front of her.
He reached out and stroked the wrinkles between his lover's brows, his voice low but reassuring: "This has nothing to do with you. Whether grandpa is alive or not, it will not change his past experience. Maybe in his midnight dreams, grandpa will always dream about the past. This is the pain and regret in grandpa's heart, and no one can help him."
Qiao Qingqing sighed: "I'm just worried that Grandpa won't be able to bear it."
Lu Heng said firmly, "No, Grandpa just needs to calm down. He survived, but his comrades died. It's inevitable that he will have some bad thoughts. I believe that Grandpa will figure it out."
Qiao Qingqing nodded: "I hope so... Then I will stew the chicken that my father killed at night, so that no one will come here to smell the fragrance. In the morning, grandpa will be able to drink the delicious chicken soup."
Lu Heng's stern eyebrows slightly curved: "Okay."
The couple will not feel guilty about the good food at home just because they had a meal today to commemorate the past.
Didn’t our ancestors shed blood and tears just to allow their descendants to live a good life?
It is okay to have a meal occasionally to remind ourselves of the hardships and sacrifices of our ancestors.
If you have the conditions but insist on suffering, what's the point?
Anyway, Qiao Qingqing felt that she just wanted her family to eat better and live better, and there was nothing wrong with that.
At night, smoke with the aroma of meat wafted quietly from Qiao Qingqing's chimney...
The next day, everyone got up early.
The rice we had last night was too little and too rough, and everyone is hungry now.
Shi Meiyun and Mrs. Tan went into the kitchen to cook, but saw a pot of fragrant chicken soup on the stove.
Shi Meiyun is from the north, and her first reaction was: make some chicken noodle soup!
Mrs. Tan is from the South, and her first reaction was: cook some chicken soup and Chinese cabbage porridge!
In the end, Shi Meiyun's ideas will naturally prevail.
Who made the owner of this house her dear daughter-in-law?
Mrs. Tan had no choice but to help her.
Knead the dough, roll it out, and cut it into noodles.
Shi Meijun gave an extra egg to the old man, his son and his wife.
Other people's bowls only had shredded cabbage, coriander and chopped green onions.
Not only that, with this fragrant chicken soup as the base, this bowl of chicken soup noodles is also very delicious.
After a night's sleep, the old man felt much better and had a smile on his face.
After greeting everyone, he picked up his bowl of noodles and started to eat it with slurps. The noodles tasted so good that he gave his daughter-in-law a thumbs up.
"Mom, the noodles you cooked are so delicious!" Qiao Qingqing also praised her mother-in-law generously.
Shi Meiyun looked at her lovingly: "There's more in the pot. I'll serve you more after you finish eating."
"Yeah!" Qiao Qingqing turned around and gave her fried egg to Lu Heng.
Just as Lu Heng was about to speak, his mother spoke first: "Qingqing, you and Ah Heng each have one. If you don't give it to him, you have to eat more nutritious food."
Qiao Qingqing shook her head, "I don't like it."
Suddenly, everyone looked at her with pity.
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