Grandma Yan watched Nan Nan and Ye Chen'er discussing how to decorate the house, and her mood inexplicably improved. The eight-courtyard house was too big; she estimated she wouldn't be able to walk around it.
Yan Xiaonan glanced at Grandma Yan and said, "You need to prepare a passageway for all the stairs. I want to buy Grandma an electric wheelchair so she can go wherever she wants."
Ye Chen'er was a little stunned. A wheelchair is a wheelchair, but what is an electric wheelchair?
Grandma Yan didn't understand either, so she pulled Yan Xiaonan aside and asked, "My dear child, what is an electric wheel?"
Well, Grandma really knows how to pick words, Yan Xiaonan said admiringly, gesturing wildly as she said, "Grandma, it's just a wheelchair, with a motor, buttons, and a steering wheel, so you can sit in it and go wherever you want."
Seeing Yan Xiaonan's half-hearted grip on the steering wheel and turning it around, Grandma Yan understood somewhat, while Ye Chen'er understood completely.
"Nan Nan, sell the patent. Quickly draw the diagram so we can apply for the patent and then go to the hardware factory to find Hua Meili and cooperate with her."
Yan Xiaonan shook his head. This really wasn't his own invention. How could he sell the patent? That was so unethical.
Ye Chen'er was anxious, as this was a large sum of money. Yan Xiaonan remained unmoved. Ye Chen'er gave a haughty snort and said, "You won't do it, huh? I'll go find Ye Chenming."
Cuihua brought in a bowl of red date and lotus seed porridge. The steaming aroma was irresistible, and all three of them swallowed hard, knowing it must be delicious.
Cuihua smiled when she saw them like this. Sitting in the warm room in the dead of winter, drinking sweet red date porridge, they were really enjoying themselves.
Grandma Yan picked up the bowl and said involuntarily, "If Xue Ying were here, she would definitely be the first to grab it."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone realized that it was almost Chinese New Year, so why hadn't Uncle and Aunt come back yet?
Xue Ying and Yan Daqiang were on their way back. When they asked for leave to visit the border, the higher-ups knew they couldn't keep it a secret any longer, so they gave the green light to allow the hero's parents to visit the place where he lived again.
The two finally reached the border, but the high-altitude, low-oxygen environment caused Xue Ying extreme headaches. Apart from fighting off altitude sickness, her mind was completely blank.
With the supply of oxygen and medicine, Xue Ying finally regained some strength. Thinking about how her patriotism had been on guard duty in such harsh conditions year after year, her heart ached terribly.
Due to altitude sickness, Xue Ying couldn't do much; her only belief was to visit the place where her son had fought.
But this belief was completely shattered. Xue Ying hated her altitude sickness; it was too severe. The door was so close, but she just couldn't cross it. Not to mention crossing it, she couldn't even lift her feet.
Holding onto an oxygen tank and taking painkillers, Xue Ying was on the verge of collapse, half-lying on the bed, trying to cope.
What she didn't know was that if Yan Xiaonan hadn't channeled the mountain god's energy into her, she would never have been able to get up here.
Yan Daqiang told Xue Ying to rest at the garrison, then he carried the oxygen tank and followed the deputy battalion commander. Before leaving, he told Xue Ying that he would take pictures of all these places.
Although Yan Daqiang was holding an oxygen tank, he didn't experience altitude sickness at all. The deputy battalion commander looked at him with envy, thinking that he didn't have altitude sickness because he was used to it, but how could the major general be so amazing?
Yan Daqiang was grateful to Yan Xiaonan. If it weren't for the extra magical power that Nannan gave him, his fate would probably be the same as Xue Ying's.
As we walked, we listened to the deputy battalion commander's introduction. The deputy battalion commander was actually the battalion commander. In order to cover up the truth about Yan Aiguo's sacrifice, he served as the deputy battalion commander for three years.
This is where Battalion Commander Yan stood guard, this is where Battalion Commander Yan rescued people, this is where Battalion Commander Yan ate—Yan Daqiang photographed all of these places.
Finally, Yan Daqiang asked the deputy battalion commander to take him to the place where Aiguo was buried so he could pay his respects. The deputy battalion commander nodded and walked in the opposite direction.
Yan Daqiang found it strange. Wasn't it said that he was shot in the cold and died on the spot? Wasn't it said that he would be buried on the spot? Where is he going?
The deputy battalion commander shook his head: "General Yan, I don't know either. I wasn't there at the time. General Yan was shot right here. But when we arrived, his comrades had already carried him to the back, so he was buried there."
Yan Daqiang suddenly stood up straight, startling the deputy battalion commander, who quickly pulled him down. "Are you out of your mind? It's easy to get shot here, so everyone patrols this area crouching low."
Yan Daqiang had extensive combat experience. He deliberately stood up suddenly and then immediately crouched down, which must have attracted the attention of the other party.
So when Yan Daqiang held up a tree branch with his hat on it, the hat actually flew off with a bang.
Aiguo is a very cautious person. He knew there was danger here, so how could he have been shot? Could he have been assassinated? But that's unlikely. Then…
"Let's go, take me to Aiguo." Yan Daqiang made a quick decision.
The deputy battalion commander nodded repeatedly, and the two quickly left the area. They watched the patrolling soldiers, who were all crouching low, keeping their eyes and ears open and alert to the Eighth Route Army.
We finally arrived at the wasteland behind the mountain. It was a depression, and unless someone flew down from it, it was a safe area.
The deputy battalion commander pointed to a tombstone facing east and said, "General Yan, Aiguo is buried here."
Yan Daqiang rushed over. In the dead of winter, snow covered the entire cemetery, leaving only the upper part of the tombstone exposed. After sweeping away the snow, he found the inscription: "Tomb of Yan Aiguo".
Three years have passed. Aiguo has been lying here for three years. His body must have turned to bones by now. Yan Daqiang squatted in front of the tombstone and burst into tears.
Now he regrets it. He regrets not coming here to pay respects to his child because he wanted to hide it from Xue Ying, and he regrets not bringing Aiguo home.
"Deputy Battalion Commander, I would like to request permission to bring Aiguo home," Yan Daqiang said.
“General Yan, it is winter now, and the ground is as hard as stone. We will send your remains home when spring arrives and the flowers bloom.”
“No, I’ll come to pick him up myself, I’ll take him home myself,” Yan Daqiang emphasized.
The deputy battalion commander nodded repeatedly, saying that when the soil could be thawed, Yan would be allowed to move the grave.
Yan Daqiang took many photos. He was worried about the glare from the snow, so he took photos from multiple directions to make sure that one of them was clear.
Xue Ying waited until the flowers were about to wither, but she knew that one could not travel quickly in the high-altitude area, and that the roads in the border region were extremely rugged, so she definitely wouldn't be able to return before dark.
Holding her head, which ached intermittently, Xue Ying had never hated herself so much. She hated herself for being so useless and for not coming here sooner.
Finally, she heard footsteps and walked towards the door with the oxygen bag in her arms. Yan Daqiang looked at his wife's longing eyes and felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. He frowned in pain.
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