This hug instantly soothed all the grievances and unhappiness in Song Zhanjin's heart.
He paused, struggled symbolically for a few times, then curled up the corners of his mouth and held Lin Wanjun's hand around his waist.
He knew she couldn't bear to leave.
Thousands of words are contained in this silent embrace.
You don't have to say anything, you understand everything.
Many people are destined to stay awake this night.
In the compound where Yang Hongxun lived, Song Zhanjin was not the only one going to the front line. There were also several children of high-ranking officials with him.
Like Song Zhanjin, they have strong family backgrounds and can have everything that ordinary people cannot have without even struggling.
But they still gave up their promising future, put on military uniforms and carried guns to the front line in southern Xinjiang, using their flesh and blood to build the country's Great Wall.
Cars drove out of the compound one after another, driving silently on the long street at night.
The city streets were brightly lit, and the closer they got to the train station, the brighter the lights became. When they finally arrived at the train station square, the crowds were bustling and the lights were as bright as daylight.
Song Zhanjin arrived a little late.
Under the guidance of Secretary Yang Hongxun, he met with his superiors, had a brief exchange, and then returned to the team and was appointed as the company commander of a certain reconnaissance company.
Lin Wanjun and Li Yuetang stood behind the cordon, watching Song Zhanjin's proud body.
He joined the army like a fish returning to the sea, like a bird soaring in the sky. Perhaps, the army is his home.
Lin Wanjun forgot which hero said this.
"I will give my strongest self to the army, and return my imperfect self to my parents."
At this moment, these young soldiers in front of us are all healthy and strong. They are all children of their parents, husbands of their wives, fathers of their children, and the pillars of a small family.
But in order to defend the border, they abandoned their families and rushed to the battlefield with the determination to die.
When they return, how many of them will go home living in a small urn?
When they return, how many people face their loved ones with a broken body?
They know everything, yet they are fearless.
As if sensing the sad atmosphere of parting tonight, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
With the order to set off, the team began to enter the station in an orderly manner, and the originally calm crowd suddenly became restless and uneasy.
There were children crying heart-wrenchingly, shouting "Daddy, don't go" again and again.
An elderly man suppressed his sobs and repeatedly reminded his son, "Take care, son."
There were also women crying out softly, calling out their husbands' names over and over again.
At this farewell station, people's tears quietly wet the ground beneath their feet, but not a single soldier stopped or looked back.
They straightened their backs, turned their backs to their loved ones, and fearlessly boarded the military train heading to the front line.
They left the stable and peaceful rear to their loved ones, and left the gunfire and danger to themselves.
They are the cutest people.
Lin Wanjun was originally in a very calm mood because she knew that her separation from Song Zhanjin was only temporary.
But looking at the farewell scene in front of her and listening to the reluctant cries of her relatives, she couldn't hold back her tears, and drops of them rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
You see, there is no such thing as a peaceful life. It's just that someone is carrying the burden for us.
They kept looking until the last soldier's back disappeared from their sight, and still no one left.
The people who had been suppressing their emotions finally lost control at this moment. Some cried so hard that they couldn't stand and almost fainted.
In the crowd, an old man with a white beard stood out.
He was wearing a half-worn old-fashioned double-breasted cotton-padded jacket and a melon-shaped hat, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the deserted entrance of the train station.
"I'm here to send my grandson off to the front lines."
The old man didn't cry, his face was full of glory and pride.
"A real man is born to serve his country, his people, and his family. Oh, if men don't go to the battlefield, why should women and children go?"
"Even if we die, we men must die first!"
The old man comforted the family members around him and said, "If my grandson dies, I will send my son to the battlefield. If my son dies too, I will go myself!"
"As long as there's a single Chinese citizen left alive, we can't afford to surrender. We can't let those bastards break into our homes again."
With the sound of a train whistle, the military train was about to set off.
Lin Wanjun followed the crowd forward and saw a military train slowly starting up through the iron fence.
It was not a sleeper train, nor a green-skinned train, but just dozens of poorly equipped sealed carriages, without even any seats.
Lin Wanjun saw Song Zhanjin's figure at the open door of a sealed carriage.
He stood tall and straight, with a gun on his shoulder, looking outside with a vigilant and determined expression. At a certain moment, his eyes met Lin Wanjun's.
There were so many people around, but they still saw each other across the crowd.
Lin Wanjun waved to Song Zhanjin, and Song Zhanjin saluted Lin Wanjun. As the train whistle sounded, the distance between them grew farther and farther...
When I returned to Yang's house from the train station, it was almost dawn.
Even though they hadn't slept all night, no one felt sleepy at all.
The nanny cooked red bean and glutinous rice porridge and hot meat buns, but no one had an appetite.
Li Yuetang was exhausted, so Song Lingyi helped her back to her room to rest.
"Junjun, your mother-in-law wants to go back to North City as soon as possible. Do you want to go with her?"
Yang Jingru made a cup of milk powder for Lin Wanjun and placed it in front of her, then asked in a gentle voice.
"Yes."
Lin Wanjun said, "I was just about to tell you this. I plan to send my mother-in-law and Lingyi back to North City, but I'll only be back for a couple of days."
"Why are you in such a hurry? It's a rare trip back home. You can stay in North City until after the Lantern Festival. It's just the right time for you to register at school. Even if you're a few days late, it's okay. I'll just give the school a heads-up."
As soon as Yang Jingru finished speaking, Yang Hongxun came in from outside.
"Yes, your aunt is right. Since you're back, why not stay a few more days? Although your parents' behavior is questionable, I heard that you have an older sister who treats you very well."
Lin Wanjun ignored this. She cleared her throat and sat up straight.
"Aunt, old man, since you are both here, I would like to ask you to promise me something."
It wasn't a negotiation or a beg, but a promise to her, which showed that she had already made a decision in her heart.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Wanjun said, "Aunt, Grandpa, I want to join the medical team going to southern Xinjiang to provide support. I want to go to the front line!"
Hearing this, Yang Jingru stood up suddenly and refused without thinking.
"No! I don't agree with you going to the front lines!"
Having anticipated Yang Jingru's reaction, Lin Wanjun smiled stubbornly and calmly.
"If you agree, I'll go with the medical team so we can all take care of each other. If you don't agree..."
"What are you doing!?"
Yang Jingru asked nervously.
Lin Wanjun replied calmly, "If you don't agree, I'll go to the front alone!"
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