Han Xiaoyu and Su Qin came to the monument to the heroes in the martyrs' cemetery. The huge monument was densely inscribed with the names of the martyrs who died in the battle.
Those strings of names seem like simple characters and once-vivid lives full of passion and dreams.
In front of the monument to the dead stood many people who came to look for their loved ones. They looked at the names on the monument with eager eyes, and every movement of their eyes was filled with tension and expectation, fearing to miss even a tiny corner.
Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu were also in the crowd, their eyes fixed on those names, their sights moving quickly. Time seemed to freeze, and they didn't know how long it had been.
Suddenly, Su Qin saw a familiar name, and she was so shocked that she blurted out: "Li Tianlang?"
When Han Xiaoyu heard the scream, she also looked over in a hurry. Her heart trembled suddenly, and she said in a crying voice: "Sister-in-law, it's Brother Tianlang." As soon as the voice fell, Han Xiaoyu's tears flowed like a flood that broke through the dam and could not be stopped.
Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu were too familiar with Li Tianlang, and the scenes of them being together instantly flooded their minds.
At this moment, seeing Li Tianlang's name appear on the battle monument, the grief that surged in their hearts was like a surging wave, almost drowning them.
At the same time, this also made their hearts tighten instantly, and extreme fear occupied their hearts. They were even more afraid to find Chen Ping's name among these many names.
As she continued to search, more familiar names came into view one by one, and Su Qin felt dizzy and dizzy.
These names are all members of the Long Yan group. They once fought side by side with Su Qin in the South China Sea and went through countless difficult moments together.
Those days full of passion and courage seem to be just yesterday, but now, these once vibrant people are left with only a series of cold names.
Han Xiaoyu saw Su Qin staggering and about to fall, so she quickly supported her and asked with concern: "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"
Su Qin felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her chest seemed to be pressed by a lump. She waved her hands with difficulty, and said weakly: "I'm fine, Yu, why is this happening?"
Han Xiaoyu's face was covered with tears, and she sobbed and said, "I know, I know."
Su Qin covered her face with her hands and said with a trembling voice: "Oh my God, why is it like this! Your brother, did you see your brother's name? Or Ruoxi?"
Han Yu shook her head vigorously and answered with a sob: "No, my brother and sister Ruoxi may be fine. Sister-in-law, don't worry too much."
Su Qin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said, suppressing the grief in her heart: "Well, let's go find Tianlang's tombstone."
Han 께 Yu nodded vigorously: "Yes."
The two of them snuggled up to each other and continued their heavy steps in this cemetery filled with sorrow.
Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu searched for a long time in the cemetery. The tombstones in the cemetery were as densely packed as stars. There were so many that it seemed like they could not see them all in a whole day.
Time passed quietly in a heavy atmosphere. After an unknown amount of time, they dragged their tired and heavy steps and finally found the tombstones of Li Tianlang and the Dragon Flame Warriors in a corner of the cemetery.
The photo inlaid on the tombstone is so familiar, so familiar that it makes people heartbroken.
Han Xiaoyu looked at the photo of Li Tianlang, tears bursting out like a river bursting its dam, and cried, "Sister-in-law, it's really Brother Tianlang, he died. And them, they all died. Wuuwu..." The crying echoed in the silent cemetery, carrying endless sorrow and despair.
Su Qin's eyes were already red and swollen, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Xiao Yu..." She wanted to say something to comfort Xiao Yu, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a word.
The extreme sorrow, like a surging wave, completely drowned Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu, leaving them in tears.
They stared at the tombstones in silence, their bodies shaking with sobs.
The moments I had with these warriors kept flashing through my mind. Those laughs and scenes of fighting together have now become memories that can never be reproduced.
They had never expected this to be the result. The hopes in their hearts were shattered at this moment, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss. It was difficult for them to accept this cruel reality for a while.
This grief also made them more worried about Chen Ping's safety, and fear was like a shadow.
With great sorrow, Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu laid flowers and lit candles at the tombs of Li Tianlang and the Longyan warriors.
They stood there silently, letting their tears flow freely, silently expressing their respect and remembrance for the martyrs in their hearts.
Until the afterglow of dusk dyed the entire cemetery orange-red, lengthening their lonely figures.
They gazed at the tombstones affectionately again, and after making sure that Chen Ping's name was not on them, they turned back step by step and slowly left the Martyrs' Cemetery with full of sadness.
Back at the hotel, the room was filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere. Su Qin and Han Xiaoyu sat paralyzed on the sofa, their eyes were dull, and they didn't even have the desire to eat.
Seeing Li Tianlang's tombstone at the Martyrs' Cemetery today, those scenes pierced deeply into their hearts like sharp thorns, making them worry more about Chen Ping.
They tried to contact Chen Ping, but all the contact methods fell into the sea and there was no response.
This tormenting wait and unknown fear were like an invisible hand, tightly strangling their throats, making it difficult for them to breathe and even more difficult to sleep.
Lying on the bed, as soon as he closed his eyes, the faces of Li Tianlang and the others appeared clearly in front of him, and the brief time they spent together in the barracks kept playing in his mind like a movie.
Li Tianlang's hearty laughter, the soldiers' resolute eyes, and the warm moments they spent together have now become memories that sting the heart.
Su Qin tossed and turned, her brows furrowed with worry in her heart. "Xiao Yu, are you asleep?" she asked softly, but there was no response in the darkness.
Han Xiaoyu was also unable to sleep, her tears soaking the pillow, "Sister-in-law, I sleep, and as soon as I close my eyes, they are there."
The two of them stayed like this in the silent night, each enduring their inner torment, and time seemed to be infinitely long.
Finally, the next morning, sunlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains, but this faint warmth could not dispel the gloom in their hearts.
They dragged their heavy bodies, packed their luggage, and boarded the plane back to Beijing.
Sitting on the plane, Su Qin looked at the white clouds outside the window and murmured to herself: "As military families, we can't think about it." Han Xiaoyu held Su Qin's hand tightly, giving each other a little comfort.