On Saturday the 28th, Yun Xiang and Jiang Yi took a day off.
Yun Xiang got up early in the morning.
Cheng Xiao was on the phone in the living room, saying, "Let's talk this afternoon if you have anything to say. I don't have time this morning."
He is going to the Martyrs' Cemetery to visit his old comrades.
Yun Xiang was eating fried dough sticks, with Cheng Che sitting across from him. Can Tou was lying at Cheng Che's feet, having taken off his bite guard, and they were eating breakfast together.
Hu Nan came out of the kitchen, still mumbling, "Cheng Che, don't you always get up early on Saturdays? Why is the sun rising from the west today?"
Cheng Che looked at his mother expressionlessly, "You guys are too noisy."
Hu Nan: "Hey?"
She always cooks on tiptoe, how could she disturb the young master on the second floor?
Cheng Xiao spoke again, his tone full of helplessness, "Okay, okay, I'll go back later, okay?"
Yun Xiang and Cheng Che looked over together.
When Hu Nan saw him hang up the phone, she asked, "So you're not going to the Martyrs' Cemetery with Xiang Xiang?"
Cheng Xiao frowned, then sighed. He had to go back for every little thing.
"Didn't Xiao Che get up early? Let Xiao Che go!" Cheng Xiao looked at Cheng Che.
Hu Nan paused for a moment, then nodded, "I think it's okay."
"Think about it. Uncle is going back to the team to deal with some things. Can I go over there after he's done?" Cheng Xiao sat next to Yun Xiang.
Yun Xiang nodded obediently, "Uncle Cheng, you're busy. It's okay as long as Cheng Che is with me."
Cheng Xiao's position is there, and he still remembers his father. Yun Xiang is already very grateful.
Fortunately, she had already greeted Cheng Che, otherwise she would have to go alone today.
After dinner, they both changed their clothes.
When they went downstairs again, Hu Nan, who was cleaning up, exclaimed, "Wow, they are a perfect match!"
Yunxiang looked up the stairs and found that both of them were wearing black clothes.
Yun Xiang was wearing a black dress, with her short hair tucked behind her ears, and her palm-sized face was pure and clean.
Yun Xiang was already thin, and the black made him look even thinner, making him look very thin.
Cheng Che wore a thin black sweatshirt and loose black pants. He slowly walked towards Yun Xiang, deliberately standing beside her, and asked Hu Nan, "Does it match?"
Hu Nan nodded. She had to admit, they were a good match.
The two of them standing together are like a beautiful landscape, and anyone would want to take a few more glances. It is a feast for the eyes.
Moreover, Cheng Che and Yun Xiang’s heights are a good match.
Yun Xiang smiled and said, "Auntie, stop joking with us."
Cheng Che glanced at her, and Yun Xiang felt a little embarrassed.
"Let's go." Cheng Che patted Yun Xiang's head and strode ahead.
Little did he know that he was secretly happy in his heart.
If Hu Nan says they are a good match, then they must be a perfect match.
Yun Xiang said hello to Hu Nan and hurriedly took small steps to catch up. She said, "Cheng Che, I'm going to buy some flowers."
Cheng Che responded patiently: "I know, I'll take you there."
Hu Nan stood at the door with a towel in his hand, watching the two figures gradually walking away, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Very good, very good!
She agreed to this marriage.
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Under the scorching sun, at the Shenyang Martyrs Cemetery, the golden words "Revolutionary Martyrs, Eternal Honor" are so dazzling that they hurt your eyes.
Yun Xiang stood in front of the tombstone, holding a bunch of bright yellow chrysanthemums, the water droplets on the flowers shimmering. At this time, the tombstone was already filled with fresh flowers.
Yun wanted to squat down and put down the flowers in his hand.
In front of me is the tomb of my father Yun Weian.
My father was born in 1981. After joining the army, he was assigned to the distant southern city. He later transferred to the fire department, where he has remained ever since. In 2020, he heroically died in the October 22nd fire in Chuanliang.
Yun Xiang lightly swept his fingertips across the tombstone. It was spotless, as clean as a mirror.
She knew that it was her father's comrades who had come to see him early in the morning.
Yun wanted to be thankful that there were still many people in this world who remembered his father.
Yunxiang stroked her father's photo, a smile growing in her eyes. She and her father looked very much alike, especially their eyes. Whenever the neighbors saw them, they would joke: "I've seen girls who look like their mothers, but it's rare to see a girl who looks this much like her father!"
Every time my father would look very proud.
Yun Xiang felt sad. She looked at her father's photo and murmured softly, "Dad, I have always listened to you and lived a good life."
"When you were alive, you always told me that girls should be pampered so that they won't be deceived by others in the future. Dad, you will understand if you think about it."
Yun Xiang's voice became softer and softer, even choked with sobs.
Cheng Che, who was standing not far away, didn't come closer, but her words penetrated into his ears and stirred his heart.
"But Dad, I really miss you." Yun Xiang lowered her head, tears as big as beans falling down, and she could no longer hide her grievances. "You are so stingy that you don't even come to see me. I was bullied and I didn't know who to tell..."
Yun Xiang knelt in front of the tombstone with tears in her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, tears began to fall slowly. Her silent crying was the most heartbreaking.
Yun Xiang kept wiping her tears with her sleeves, but found that her sleeves were soaked, but she couldn't stop crying.
She sniffed and cried, "After you left, no one loved me anymore..."
Cheng Che frowned, his heart was being pulled by Yun Xiang's words, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
She just knelt there, her shoulders shaking, and was reluctant to get up.
Cheng Che pursed his lips, his throat feeling dry.
At this moment, the words in Yun Xiang's diary seemed to have come to life, flowing towards him vividly and passionately.
When Cheng Xiao was young, he once escaped death and returned home covered in wounds. Hu Nan hugged him and cried until she almost fainted. She said that she could save many people, but if something happened to him, she would be powerless.
He began to understand Hu Nan's heart-wrenching pain at the time, and also understood the heavy responsibility that Cheng Xiao could not shirk.
He must be worthy of the military uniform he wears and the trust of the people of the world, and more importantly, he must be worthy of his family.
Cheng Che came to the tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed three times to Yun Weian.
Yun Xiangben had tried to hold back some tears, but after seeing Cheng Che's action, she completely shed them.
Cheng Che looked at Yun Xiang. Her eyes were red and she pursed her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud.
Cheng Che felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He frowned slightly, then suddenly reached out and pulled Yun Xiang into his arms.
Yun Xiang's body kept shaking. He gently stroked Yun Xiang's hair with his palm, lowered his head and whispered to comfort her, "Don't cry, uncle will be sad."
Yun Xiang bit her lip tightly, her eyelashes trembling. She buried her head in Cheng Che's shoulder, unable to stop the tears. She cried in a muffled voice, "Cheng Che, I have no relatives left. No one loves me anymore."
Cheng Che's heart was tugged at once again.
It's not the kind of pain that comes from being cut by a knife, but the kind of pain that slowly penetrates into the bone and grabs at it bit by bit.
It's painful and long.
Cheng Che swallowed the bitter taste in his throat. He hugged Yun Xiang tightly, lowered his voice, and his eyes reddened, "You don't have to be your family to love you."
"Yun Xiang, there will always be someone who loves you."
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