Countless people raised their right hands and saluted, not putting them down for a long time.
a long time,
Chen Fan put his hand down, and then everyone slowly put their hands down.
"call!"
Chen Fan was so tired that he took a few breaths and looked up at the sky. There was a red glow in the sky in the distance.
"Let's go back. I'm tired! I want to rest!"
Chen Fan's weak voice sounded, and Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun hurriedly helped Chen Fan back to the car, and then the car drove towards the city.
"Don't go back to the hospital, go back to the cabin!"
Chen Fan's voice rang out, and the car turned around and headed towards the small house on the outskirts. Back at the small house, many people were still gathered in the suburbs, and many were live-streaming the scene with selfie sticks around the small courtyard.
When they saw Chen Fan's car coming back again, they put up the banners again.
"hero!"
"Hero, you're back!"
“.........”
Chen Fan got out of the car and listened to their words, his face full of self-mockery: "Heroes? How can the living be heroes? They are...they are..."
Chen Fan murmured, then walked closer to the cabin, took out the key and opened the rusty lock.
He walked into the yard and looked at the people around him who were constantly filming with their mobile phones. Chen Fan turned to look at the people from the special department.
"For the next few days, I hope to spend them alone in peace and quiet..."
The people from the special department nodded: "Okay!"
"Thank you!"
Chen Fan nodded, then turned and walked into the hut. This time, only Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun followed him. The people outside the hut were dispersed by people from the special department, and the media who had been following and filming also left.
People from the special department were guarding outside the cabin and did not allow anyone to approach.
The last day and a half,
It belongs to Chen Fan himself.
Entering the cabin, Chen Fan went into the bedroom first and began to make the bed. He first cleared away all the things on the bed, then opened the cabinet next to it.
When I opened the cabinet, a faint musty smell hit my nose.
But what was surprising was that the sheets and quilt inside were intact. Chen Fan took out the musty quilt, gently opened the outer sheet, and then a bright red quilt was revealed. Chen Fan had a smile on his face.
Gently unfolding the quilt, two large characters of "happiness" were embroidered on it, which was so conspicuous, with dense stitches. These two characters of "happiness" were embroidered by Bai Luo himself.
He gently took out the quilt, spread the red flyer gently on the bed, and then tidied the quilt.
After doing all this, Chen Fan lay down on the bed. He covered himself with the moldy quilt, took a deep breath greedily, and his face was full of tenderness.
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun looked at Chen Fan who had his eyes closed, and they looked at each other in silence.
This man, who was called a hero, was surrounded by countless people from outside. They held banners, shouted "hero" and had tears in their eyes.
But he seemed so out of place, his back looking so lonely and desolate.
And now,
He lay on this bed, and only then did his face have a touch of human warmth, even though he was lying there, about to leave the world, waiting for death.
At this moment, he didn't want any glory or honor. He just wanted to lie here quietly and savor the mixed feelings of the past. His hand gently stroked the quilt, and the familiar touch made him intoxicated.
However, that person is always missing from my side.
Sometimes, not getting something is not the most painful thing. Getting it and then losing it is the most unforgettable thing. That kind of pain goes into the liver and lungs, is engraved into the bones, and melts into the blood. Even every pore is filled with despair and wailing.
Not long after, a light snoring sound was heard and Chen Fan fell asleep.
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun stood quietly outside the door, looking at the smile on his face after he fell asleep.
Chen Qingxuan's eyes were filled with sorrow.
The love between Chen Fan and Bai Luo is not earth-shattering or grand, but it is so sincere. Both of them are willing to give for each other, even if it means sacrifice or death.
This love that mocks the powerlessness of death,
Even for just one second, it is thrilling enough and unforgettable.
The two looked at each other. It was unfortunate, but also fortunate, that they could witness this tragic love throughout their lives.
On this day, on this rotten bed, lay this white-haired man.
She was covered with a wedding quilt embroidered with happy characters.
At this moment, the white-haired man under the quilt seemed like the handsome groom of the past.
Looking at this scene,
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun's souls seemed to be trembling.
In the past, you made me a beautiful lady, and promised me a lifetime. I will be as beautiful as a flower and as time passes by.
Today the bride's red makeup is still there, but the bride has turned into a skeleton, and the eighteen-year-old groom has white hair.
The hibiscus flower of the past has now become the heart-breaking grass...
Chen Fan fell asleep, and Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun spent the night on the sofa outside. The next day,
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun were awakened by a slight noise.
When they opened their eyes, they saw some people from the special department coming in and out cautiously. Some were cleaning, and some were carrying various vegetables in their hands.
And in the kitchen, there was the sound of running water.
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun stood up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.
Go into the kitchen,
I saw that the dusty kitchen had been cleaned. In the kitchen, a man wearing an apron was busy.
On the fire, the gas valve in the pressure cooker keeps turning, releasing water vapor.
Hearing the footsteps, Chen Fan turned around with a smile on his face: "You are awake, I boiled some hot water for you in the kettle in the bathroom, go wash up, and then we will prepare to eat!
We, father, daughter, and son, haven't had a meal together for decades. Today, Dad will cook a good meal for you!"
Chen Qingxuan and Chen Aijun's bodies trembled slightly.
The two nodded with red eyes and went into the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, Chen Qingxuan rolled up her sleeves.
"Dad, let me help you wash the vegetables!"
"good!"
Chen Fan moved away from the sink and gave his seat to Chen Qingxuan.
"Dad, I'll be the one chopping the vegetables, and you can just cook them~~"
Chen Aijun walked towards the chopping block,
"good!!"
Chen Fan had a bright smile on his face. The family members were doing their own jobs and living happily together.
Chen Qingxuan washed the vegetables, Chen Aijun cut the vegetables, and Chen Fan was in charge of cooking.
The pots, pans, and utensils were all bought early in the morning by people from the special department.
Wash the pot and pour oil.
"Ouch!"
Chen Aijun, who was standing closest, suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" He added oil to the pot before the water in it was completely dry, and the food fried out directly when the temperature was high.
"Hahaha! You kid, I deliberately poured the oil before the water dried up, hoping it would splash on you two. Hahaha, sure enough, it splashed on one of you!"
Chen Aijun cried out in pain, but Chen Fan laughed heartily.
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