Chapter 311 Returning Home in Glory

The warm embrace made Meng Zhiyi feel particularly at ease.

She pursed her lips and said sorry with a guilty conscience.

Lin Luoluo also came up, put her arms around the two of them, and said, "It's good that you're back. Welcome back."

Shen Que watched from the side with a lip curl, and finally felt relieved.

His intention was finally surrounded by love.

Qiao Shu and Lin Luoluo did not ask her what she had done during this time. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the three of them left Shen Que behind and went shopping hand in hand.

Before leaving, Shen Que did not forget to slip a card to Meng Zhiyi, and then turned around and went back to the company.

After a long absence from shopping with her sisters, Meng Zhiyi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

For the entire afternoon, the three of them took a tour of all the fun and interesting things in the mall.

Only when everyone's hands were full did they prepare to eat with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Shen Que booked a restaurant as promised, and several people moved to another location.

"By the way, let me tell you some gossip." After sitting down, Qiao Shu spoke mysteriously.

"What?" Meng Zhiyi and Lin Luoluo immediately looked at her curiously.

"Some time ago, something happened to the Jiang family. No one knows what they did. The entire company and family were under surveillance. I heard that many people were taken away, especially the main branch of the Jiang family."

"The Jiang family is now under the control of Jiang Yuhuan's branch, but the foundation has been damaged. I'm afraid it will never return to its heyday."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhiyi and Shen Que looked at each other at the same time.

They naturally knew why the Jiang family fell.

However, when talking about the Jiang family, Meng Zhiyi suddenly thought of someone.

It seems that she also wants to find an opportunity to visit her old friends.

After dinner, Shen Que ordered Wang Xiao to send Qiao Shu and Lin Luoluo back home. However, when they were about to leave, the two of them, who had been holding back for a whole day, finally couldn't help themselves.

Qiao Shu and Lin Luoluo each grabbed one of Meng Zhiyi's hands, stared at him sternly and said, "Don't do this again."

"You don't have to tell us what you're going to do, but at least leave us a message."

"Meng Zhiyi, farewell is very important to those who stay."

Meng Zhiyi's heart surged with warmth, and then she curled her lips and promised, "Okay, there won't be a next time."

After getting her assurance, the two of them felt relieved and waved goodbye.

Maybe this is the meaning of friends. Different from family, they are waiting for you in some corner of the world...

In a blink of an eye, it is the day for the martyrs to be enshrined in the park.

Early in the morning, Meng Zhiyi woke up earlier than usual, changed into black clothes, put on a mask, and went out with Shen Que.

When we arrived at the Martyrs' Park, the morning light was just breaking. The cemetery, which was deserted in the past, was now crowded with media outlets and the families of the heroes.

Eight whole years.

The child who had worried them for countless days and nights finally returned to the embrace of the motherland.

As military vehicles drove by, faint groaning sounds could be heard from the noisy surroundings.

When soldiers in neat military uniforms solemnly and respectfully came down from the car holding the urn covered with the national flag, the sobs turned into heart-wrenching cries.

Meng Zhiyi didn't dare to get too close. She was dressed in black, with a white flower on her chest and a black mask on her face. She stood far away in the crowd.

She felt bad when she saw her comrades' families crying bitterly.

Until the end, when Lin Chuan and Wang Yanjun appeared in wheelchairs, Meng Zhiyi finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Compared to glory and achievement, what she hopes more is that they can all be alive.

Lin Chuan and Wang Yanjun, wearing military uniforms, pushed wheelchairs with the help of their comrades to the row of nameless tombstones.

Meng Zhiyi followed the crowd and stood at a distance not too far away.

When we saw the remains of the heroes being solemnly placed under the tombstone, we saluted them amid the solemn national anthem and under the scorching sunlight.

Welcome home, heroes.

On the way back from the Martyrs Cemetery, Meng Zhiyi was in a very low mood until Wang Yanjun called Wang Xiao.

"Boss, I want to ask you a favor." Wang Yanjun said hesitantly on the other end of the phone.

Meng Zhiyi adjusted his mindset and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I haven't had time to tell my family about my return. It's been so long, and I'm like this again..." Wang Yanjun was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Boss, can you go back with me?"

Meng Zhiyi: "Sure, when?"

Wang Yanjun: "Now, is that ok?"

Meng Zhiyi: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zhiyi turned to look at Shen Que. Before she could say anything, he had already told Wang Xiao to turn the car around to pick up Wang Yanjun.

An hour later, the car stopped downstairs of the residential building where Wang Yanjun lived.

Wang Xiao took out a wheelchair from the trunk, then carried him out of the car like a princess.

It is said that one becomes homesick when close to home. Wang Yanjun sat in a wheelchair, staring at the home he had not returned to for many years, and for a moment he did not dare to move forward.

He was still wearing the same military uniform, with a medal of honor and a bright red flower on his chest.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted the crowd who were chatting and relaxing in the community.

"Hey, whose house is that?"

"To be a soldier. It seems that the child from the Wang family is a soldier."

"Didn't they say that the Wang family's child died? That happened many years ago."

"I don't know, but he is the only one among us who joined the army."

The residents looked at Wang Yanjun and talked about him, but they were still not sure of his identity.

Just when Meng Zhiyi was about to say something, a scream came from not far away, and then the white-haired Queen Mother ran out from the building, and behind her, Chi Xia and a little girl of six or seven years old chased out.

"Mom, please don't run away."

"Grandma, it's not safe outside. Come home with me."

Wang Yanjun, who originally didn't know how to face his family, was even more afraid to move after seeing this scene.

He froze in his wheelchair, his eyes fixed on the three figures, his lips opening and closing, but no sound came out.

The Queen Mother was still in a daze. She ignored the people behind her and kept calling out "Xiaojun" as she rushed towards them.

But when she was less than five meters away from Wang Yanjun, the Queen Mother suddenly stopped and turned to look over.

Wang Yanjun didn't dare to say anything, and Meng Zhiyi thought they were the same.

The Queen Mother tilted her head and stared at him, as if she was confirming something.

Chi Xia and the little girl caught up with her and were about to pull her back, but after glancing at the person in the wheelchair, they suddenly froze in place.

In an instant, Chi Xia's eyes were filled with tears.

Chi Xia stood still, his hands hanging at his sides clenched unconsciously.

She trembled her lips, and almost used up all her strength to shout out in shock and surprise: "Wang... Wang Yanjun..."