Chapter 1089: Sacrifice for the country (2)

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Gu Jiajia sat down with her shoulders down, and her body looked soft, with no strength at all.
If Zhong Xing did not help her, she would always be like a pile of mud, paralyzed on the bed.
She sat crying ...
Tears keep flowing, keep flowing ...
Jinghua, her Jinghua is gone, how can she cheer up?
The man she loves deeply, the man who loves the bones, has sacrificed her life for the country, how to cheer her up?
How does she cheer up? !
A deep sorrow emanated from her bones and infected the whole room ...
Seeing her silent, but tears in grief, Zhong Xing's eyes were wet.
His heart, one by one.
why?
Why is this happening?
Why should Jinghua leave her and leave?
That bastard!
Gu Jiajia didn't speak, so she sat there crying.
She couldn't hear anyone's words.
It seems that all the atmosphere is full of sorrow, and Tang Huai and Liu Xiaoxiao's hearts are also solemn and sad following this atmosphere ...
Knowing that Jing Huaguo died, Gu Xiaofeng came and stood beside Gu Jiajia.
Watching Gu Jiajia overnight, he was emaciated and emaciated. When he was a mother, he couldn't tell the pain.
Gu Jiajia's tears did not stop flowing.
She kept receiving tears when she was notified that she could see Jinghua for the last time.
The funeral will be held tomorrow. Starting this afternoon, the families of the sacrificed warriors will be able to come to the Hall of Heroes and see the last sight of the sacrificed heroes.
Gu Jiajia washed her face and came out from the hygiene.
Tang Huai and Tang Li are still waiting for her in the living room.
After crying for so long, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eye bags and dark circles came out.
Tang Huai looked sadly when they saw her.
They love her!
Moreover, Jinghua's sacrifice made them feel sad again and again.
An unrelated person, when he heard of his death, will be in a heavy mood, not to mention Jinghua, they are from the same village and have known each other since birth ...
Tang Huai never believed in Jinghua's sacrifice.
In his previous life, Jinghua was a senior military officer who contributed a lot to the country!
He also married his wife, gave birth to a child, and lived a happy life. How did he get to this life, and everything has changed?
Up to now, she has never seen Jinghua's body. She would rather Jingxuan they mistake other soldiers as Jinghua, and do not believe that Jinghua was really sent to the Heroes' Hall.
After a while, they can go to the Heroes Pavilion, and when they arrive, they will know that the one who is regarded as Jinghua must not be Jinghua!
Seeing them all crying, Gu Jiajia smiled instead.
However, her smile was more ugly than crying.
She looked at Tang Huai and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to dress beautifully, Tang Huai, come in and help me choose a beautiful dress?"
"Okay." Tang Huai nodded and entered her room with Gu Jiajia.
Two girls, standing in front of the closet, Gu Jiajia looked at the clothes in the closet and was unsure: "Tang Huai, you said, which one is better?"
In the full wardrobe, there was only a black sleeve dress. Tang Huai reached out and took it: "Everyone who goes to the Heroes Hall will wear black. Today, not only Jinghua's family, but also other sacrificial soldiers. Family members will go there, no one is wearing black. Are you dressed in flamboyant? "
"I want to dress up beautifully, I want Jinghua to see my most beautiful side." Gu Jiajia looked at the skirt in Tang Huai's hand and barely smiled.
"You wear this one, it is also very beautiful." Tang Huai is not authentic.
Gu Jiajia took the skirt and smiled at Tang Huai: "Then I will wear this one."

K City Hero Pavilion.
This was built twenty years ago.
The entire Hero Pavilion covers an area of ​​150 acres.
Fifty acres of them are used to build one after another two-story high-rise house.
The rest is designed as a square.
It looks like Tiananmen Square in Kyoto.
Today, the square is filled with white wreaths and white cloth strips.
Outside the square stood a row after row of people who sent the heroes away. Inside, there are rows and rows of soldiers. Their uniforms are neat and their expressions are serious. If there is a sad atmosphere floating in the air, there are white wreaths around the square. Some people must think that this is a military exercise.
Jinghua's family came to the No. 1 Martyr's Room in Building C.
One room for a martyr ...
In the middle of the martyr's room, a one-meter-wide wooden bed was placed. The bed sheets and quilt covers were all white.
Even Jinghua lying on it was dressed in white.
When Mrs. Jing came in, she suddenly burst into tears when she saw someone lying on the bed quietly, and threw herself up: "Jinghua ... my grandchild ..."
The Jing family came with a lot of family members, the 28th Martyr's Room, full of people at the moment.
Jing Juntai and village chief Shu Yu they walked ahead, Gu Jiajia and Tang Huai were behind. This is the rule, from close relatives to distant relatives ...
Looking at the person on the bed, Shu Yu's tears flowed like a river mouth without a dam.
She shivered her legs and walked slowly ...
Up to now, her whole body is muddled, and her brain is muddy like a paralyzed paste.
Her son ...
Her son is lying here.
That's her son!
When she walked to the bed, she knelt down comfortably, she stretched out her trembling hand, and touched Jinghua's quiet, but not face, sobbing, tears streaming ...
Listening to the crying of Mrs. Jing and the low sobs of people around her, Gu Jiajia couldn't take care of the rules.
She dragged the heavy pace and slowly moved to the front.
When she looked at the person on the bed, she was crying in tears and tears ...
Heartache?
She could not describe it, she only felt that her sky had collapsed and her world was dark.
She cried into tears.
Tang Huai knew her pain and came forward to hug her trembling.
No one here is not sad or sad.
They shed tears.
The most sad and saddest are Shu Yu and Gu Jiajia.
One is a woman who lives in Jinghua, the other is a woman who deeply loves Jinghua ...
The child is more important than anything in his mother's heart. Now, he is gone, comfortably holding Jinghua's hand and crying to death.
Gu Jiajia nearly cried in Tang Huai's arms crying ...
It was all dark.
The family of the martyr refused to leave.
The Hero Pavilion, crying again and again.
Even God shattered tears sadly, and this night, drizzle all night.
The old lady Jing was tired of crying, and at Jing Juntai's request, they went to the rest room of the heroes' family.
When Gu Jiajia, who had gone out for a trip, returned to the Martyr's room again, she held a set of clean, tidy hands in both hands, demonstrating Jinghua's military uniform.
On the military uniform, there is a delicate small box ...
Except for the thick sadness on her face, her face was calm.
She walked to the bed and put the military uniform on a small table beside the bed.
She knelt down in front of the bed, held Jinghua's hand, her eyes locked on his bloodless face, a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was hoarse: "You are loyal to your country for life, I am proud of you, glorious. Your white clothes are so ugly. I will put on your favorite military uniform. "
With one hand, she gently stroked the man, with fortitude and a soft face, and then touched the wound on his neck—
Jing Xuan and others found Jing Hua and others in the explosion ruins.
They rushed into the enemy's general nest with explosives, blasted their nest, and killed their people in one pot. But several of their soldiers also lost their lives ...
Without their bravery and fearless death rushing to the striker, it is impossible to destroy the enemy troops so quickly and win back so quickly.
The warrior has an immortal spirit, but he does not have an immortal body ...
Jinghua was killed by a sharp weapon that cut through the aorta.
Gu Jiajia touched his wound and choked with sobs: "Is it painful at that time? Now what? I feel this way, do I feel pain?"
"..."
"Starting tomorrow, can we never meet again?"
"..."
"You bastard, why are you so cruel? I said, I waited for you to come back. Why did you come back in such a cruel way? You know I can't accept ..."
"..."
"You say you love me, you shouldn't come back to see me like this ..."
Gu Jiajia once again shed tears in the rain, saddened, and cried: "In the end, you love Sister Chanjuan, you can't bear her alone, go with her. But me? Why are you so cruel to me?
Gu Jiajia's eyes were blurred when she cried. Her hand returned to Jinghua's icy, stiff face. She stroked and cried, "I ... what the am I? Do you love me?"
"..."
"Jinghua, as long as you say a word, you wake up and say a word to me, do you love me ...?"
"..."
"You bastard!"
Crying to the most sad part, Gu Jiajia almost fainted.
She was pretending to be, holding on ...
She helped Jinghua up, and she said to herself: "I heard that you must dress neatly, otherwise you will be bullied on Huangquan Road. The following people also like to bully new people ..."
After helping Jinghua change his clothes, Gu Jiajia applied makeup to the wound on Jinghua's neck. It looked faint, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see a wound here.
While applying makeup to the wound, she said: "From the first time I saw you, I had a special feeling for you ... Jinghua, do you remember, where were we meeting for the first time?"
Gu Jiajia laughed and cried: "In the latrine, Erzhuang fool wanted to bully Tang Huai, but fortunately you showed up in time ..."
She told him a lot ...
But he didn't reply to her at all.
The next day, the funeral began--
The funeral is very grand!
In front is the soldiers of the elite troops, lined up neatly and militarized.
Behind them, there is one military vehicle after another. On top of each military vehicle is a coffin—
Everyone who came to the Heroes Hall to see them off, when the military vehicle appeared in their own eyes, everyone mourned in silence, and the tears continued ...