Pei Tingyu sacrificed himself?
When Si Yang heard the news, he was confused.
She remembered what he said when he left a few days ago, so her first reaction was naturally disbelief.
This must be related to that secret mission.
Yes! It must be.
So should she cooperate and act out her grief over losing her husband?
In that short half minute, Si Yang's mind was like a roller coaster. He thought a lot but didn't know what expression to use.
Qi Jingyan comforted him in a deep voice: "If you are sad, just cry. Don't hold it in. Yu Xiu is still young and still needs his mother."
Si Yang suppressed the fear that was overwhelming him and asked solemnly, "Are you... serious?"
The political commissar's face was filled with sorrow. "Comrade Pei Tingyu's body has been sent back. The military district will be responsible for arranging the memorial service."
Body? Memorial service?
Si Yang stared at Qi Jingyan and the political commissar. The grief and regret on their faces showed no signs of acting at all.
If the mission requires faking death, then what about the remains?
The certainty in her heart was gradually being replaced by panic.
"Where... is he?" Si Yang's low and hoarse voice was obviously trembling.
"The hearse just arrived at Jiuhua Funeral Home..."
Si Yang's legs went weak and she staggered. Suddenly, she felt the air was getting thinner and she could hardly breathe.
"I want to go and take a look, take me there!"
Thirty kilometers away at the Jiuhua Funeral Home, the solemn and dignified mourning hall has been set up.
Two officers in the inner lounge were talking: "Why didn't they inform the family about this in advance? How can anyone accept this?"
"The enemy's spies have already been placed inside. At this time, the performance must be complete. The most authentic reactions of the family members are the most convincing. This is also for the safety of the comrades lurking inside the enemy."
"Well then! Since the stage is so large, I hope everything goes well and we can eradicate this huge cancer as soon as possible..."
Si Yang left Xiao Yubao at Qiu Xia's house and followed the special car to the funeral home alone.
On the way, her mind was full of what Pei Tingyu said before he left: "When you wear this military uniform, you must be prepared to sacrifice your life for your country at any time."
Could it be that this time the prophecy has come true?
She is not that great, and she doesn't want this kind of enlightenment.
She just wants to live selfishly and let her child grow up with his father. Even if this man is not so perfect, she still hopes to go through life with him.
Si Yang didn't know how he came to the mourning hall. Was such a solemn decoration really just a show?
She struggled with herself in her heart for a long time, but finally walked over.
There was actually a corpse lying behind the altar, covered with a red flag. Si Yang's eyes were focused on the chest of the corpse and he dared not look up anymore.
The huge panic was like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open, trying to devour her.
But without seeing that face with her own eyes, how could she convince herself that these were all illusions?
She finally mustered up the courage to look at that face, but when her eyes met that familiar face, all her previous psychological preparations collapsed into ruins in an instant.
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