His hand was pressed against the woman's photo, and there was an unresolved pain deep in his eyes.
"Yutang, are you asking me what the hero of the movie said to the heroine in his final words?"
"Now I know."
"I love you."
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In the winter of 1992, Major General Xiao, the youngest officer in China, died heroically while protecting his teammates during a mission.
That day, the sky was gray.
A year later, the man who once stood in front of the grave was now lying beside her, living next to her.
In front of the two people's graves, a large group of people stood, all with solemn expressions. The people standing in the front row were dressed upright in military uniforms.
"salute."
Everyone saluted respectfully towards the stern figure on the tombstone.
This is a major general who deserves everyone's respect. He used his life to defend his country and he fulfilled his duties.
One person after another walked past his grave, sorrow on everyone's face.
He dedicated the first half of his life to the motherland, and he spent the second half of his life always by the side of his beloved.
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The next day, Wang Ermaizi obediently delivered five taels of silver.
Last time I sold the recipe for five taels of silver. After deducting the expenses, I still had more than four taels left. Now with these five taels of silver, I don’t have to worry about anything for the time being.
There was still a lot of food left from the last purchase and there was no need to buy more, so Bei Yutang did not go to the market to buy any more.
Bei Yutang didn't know how long she would be unconscious this time before she woke up. She was worried about Xiao Zimo, so she gave him detailed instructions again. She also hid the silver properly and would not let anyone steal it easily.
Little Zimo listened to Bei Yutang's instructions, blinked his dark eyes, and asked timidly, "Mother, are you going on a long journey?"
Bei Yutang caressed the little guy's head lovingly, "Mom, I'm just too tired and want to take a few days of sleep. When I wake up, I will wake up on my own."
Little Zimo thought his mother hadn't fully recovered from her last illness, so he asked nervously and concernedly, "Mom, does your head still hurt? How about we call a doctor?"
The little guy spoke very carefully, fearing that he would say something wrong and get beaten.
Bei Yutang knew that he had misunderstood and did not explain. It was a good thing that he thought so, otherwise it would be really weird for him to be unconscious for several days every time.
"It's okay, just take a nap."
"Mom, you take a rest. I'll go cook." Little Zimo said obediently.
"No need. I'll cook today's meals. Mo'er, just help mother light the fire."
Xiao Zimo hesitated to speak, as he was worried about her. However, due to the long-term abuse he had suffered, he dared not say a single word of "no" to Mu Zhitao's words.
When little Zimo saw his mother's homemade dishes, his eyes widened and his round eyes stared straight at the fast knives.
When did my mother’s cooking skills become so good!
Although he only saw her cook a few times a year, the food she cooked was always worse than his, often burnt. But today, not only was it not burnt, it was actually exceptionally good.
The aroma wafts out of the pot, making people's mouths whet.
The little guy was stunned, blinking his bright black eyes.
"Let's eat."
Three dishes and a soup, two of which were meat dishes. Little Zimo was in his growing years, so he needed to keep up with his nutrition. He hadn't eaten oily meals before, so now he needed to supplement his diet.
Bei Yutang put most of the meat dishes into the little guy's bowl. Little Zimo looked at the pile of meat and wanted to give it up, but when he met Bei Yutang's eyes, he didn't dare to say a word.
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