Old Zhao Lan.

I don’t know the reason.

The cloudy eyes became clearer.

It was as if the thick fog that had been hiding there for years suddenly dissipated.

She moved her eyes inch by inch, looking at the man who was facing her sideways and putting on embroidered shoes for her.

The tear glands also suddenly revived.

A line of clear tears slowly flowed down the cheek.

She spoke in a low voice, "Changhe, it has been very hard for me to persevere these years."

"well"

"You know, I don't know how it happened."

"I can even get lost while flying a plane."

"Xiaolan, sorry for the long wait."

Qin Changhe leaned sideways, his voice sounded as if he was joking, but tears were streaming down his face.

After massaging one foot, he slowly put on the embroidered shoes.

"Take a look."

“It’s worth it.”

Zhao Lan slowly closed her eyes.

Ding. An alarm sounded in the room, and Zhao Lan's heart rate monitor and life detector returned to zero.

"grandmother!"

Hearing the noise, Qin Guang rushed into the room, shouted in great grief, knelt beside the bed, and began to cry with his head in his hands.

Many doctors and nurses also rushed over after hearing the news.

An attending physician hurriedly checked Zhao Lan's condition.

Finally, he said silently: "She left peacefully."

Brother Liu also suddenly burst into tears and turned away.

Qin Changhe was still sitting beside the bed, silent and expressionless.

Staring closely at the other embroidered shoe.

Tick-tick. His tears dripped onto the surface of his shoes.

Qin Changhe wiped away his tears, looked up at the ceiling, and tilted his head slightly.

The scene of myself climbing up the persimmon tree at the entrance of the village and picking winter persimmons for Xiaolan flashed through my mind.

My hands were red from the cold.

Xiaolan's face was also red from the cold.

He also remembered that he had brought back a box of compressed canned food from the Japanese in the regiment.

Xiaolan said this is meat.

Stew it together with 4 heads of Chinese cabbage and invite the whole village to eat.

In the end, the cans were stewed and could not be found, so everyone had a stomach full of cabbage.

Xiaolan even cried.

"Xiaolan"

Qin Changhe finally started crying.

Whimpering softly.

He picked up Xiaolan's other foot and massaged it slowly for 5 minutes, then slowly put on her embroidered shoes.

He stood up and looked at Xiaolan, who had her eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

I really want to kiss her forehead.

But in the old society, even holding hands in public was considered an immoral act.

Xiaolan will be shy.

Just watch it.

Qin Changhe pursed his lips, his throat was bitter, and his voice was intermittent, "My wife is gone, I have to carve a tombstone for her, I have to choose a grave for her, and there must be wild flowers and persimmon trees around it."

"There has to be a place left. When I die, I must be buried next to her."

Then.

This iron warrior knelt on the ground and began to cry hysterically.

Everyone was moved.

The doctors also forgot about their next work. People often die in hospitals, but this time, it was particularly touching.

Grandma Zhao's internal organs had already failed.

The fact that he is still alive today is simply a medical miracle.

She seemed to be waiting for someone.

Because she said before she died that you can't turn back on the Naihe Bridge.

If I want to leave, I must take one more look at him.

In the hospital.

The crying continued.

One of the young men died because his kind grandmother passed away.

Another young man saw the woman he loved die of old age.

In the eyes of outsiders, these are just two identical juniors.

They will never understand.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

What kind of entanglement is involved?

Zhao Lan's funeral was simple and solemn.

The relatives almost ignored the man who always sat in the corner with a gloomy look on his face.

He looks similar to Qin Guang.

Probably a distant relative that we don’t keep in touch with very often.

What everyone was wondering was why the sadness on his face was ten times more intense than Qin Guang's? 1 day later.

Qin Changhe was holding an urn in his arms, with a photo of Xiaolan that he had personally selected on top of it.

It is a black and white photo of Xiaolan when she was young.

She has a ponytail and a bright smile.

Qin Changhe looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and said absentmindedly: "Why does Xiaolan want to rest in a place like this? There are too many people here, it's too crowded."

Qin Guang's eyes turned red from crying. "This is called a cemetery. It's where modern people rest in peace. Current laws do not allow burials."

"I don't care."

Qin Changhe held the urn and refused to go in. "I want to find another place for Xiaolan."

Qin Guang sighed and trembled, pointing to the distance, "That is a red bean tree, representing lovesickness. The grave under the tree was chosen by grandma herself when she was alive."

"Yeah?"

Qin Changhe's eyes welled up with tears again, "If Xiaolan likes it, then I like it too."

Zhao Lan was buried.

Qin Changhe sat in front of the tomb in a daze, not wanting to leave.

Liu Di pondered and said, "Changhe, if you cooperate with the research, maybe I can find a way to let you return to the past, and you will have the opportunity to spend the rest of your life with the young Xiaolan."

"Of course I will cooperate."

"I'm always available."

"But the rest of the time, I just want to be with Xiaolan."

As he spoke, Qin Changhe took out a piece of paper from his arms. It was a notice he had torn off the wall of the cemetery.

It is a recruitment information.

Qin Changhe grinned, "I see this cemetery is hiring workers, they are in need of gravekeepers, I am strong and can do the job."

Everyone looked at the man with the silly smile.

I feel mixed emotions.

Whether he could go back or not, Qin Changhe made the same decision, to stay with Xiaolan forever.

I saw him grabbing the small cake that was a sacrifice in front of the tombstone.

She took a bite and tears welled up in her eyes as she chewed. "Oh, Xiaolan, you are so lucky to live in this era and eat such delicious food. But you lack my company."

immediately.

He turned around and asked Xiang Qinguang, "I have never asked you, how far have our country's aircraft developed now?"

Qin Guang was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "Our country's J-31 fighter has the world's most advanced electronic reconnaissance capabilities, a maximum flight speed of 2,205 kilometers per hour, and can carry 8 missiles."

“Ouch.”

Qin Changhe smiled, "You are so amazing."

He looked up at the blue sky and said, "I am very relieved. Time brings birth, aging, sickness and death, but it also brings the motherland strength. That's good."

When Brother Liu heard this, he sighed heavily, "But time is also space. It is an insurmountable barrier. It is like an abyss that isolates everything and erases everything. Now we can only watch helplessly and be constrained by it, unable to cross it."

"Commander Liu, you are wrong."

“There is something that is not bound by time and space.”

But Qin Changhe sniffed and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

He smiled warmly and said, "Love can transcend everything, just like me. I have always loved Xiaolan, regardless of time and place."