He comes from hell - Chapter 1924

Holding his son, Li futu walked to the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.

Song Luoshen and Yao Chenxi follow him respectively, and the two faces with their own customs reflect each other.

If other people see this scene, they will sigh: life is like this, what do you want.

However, several people know what this man has experienced along the way.

“Dad, I’ll go myself.”

Unlike other children, Li Buhui even offered to walk on his own. Although it was only a while later, the voice of his father became more and more natural, as if it should have been.

Li futu didn’t force him. Boys should have cultivated his character of self-reliance since childhood. In his children’s education, he never doubted Yao Chenxi’s ability.

He quickly put down his son, “the father leads you.”

“Well.”

Li Buhui took the initiative to take the big hand.

Outside the ward.

There are also a pair of father and son standing there silently, quietly looking at Li futu who is gradually coming.

Li futu stopped.

“Grandfather Li.”

Song Luo God called out.

The white haired old man nodded and gazed at Li futu’s face. His lips moved. At last, he just said hoarsely.

“I’m tired.”

Li futu stood there and did not speak.

The distance between the two sides is less than three meters, but the three meters seems to have separated an insurmountable natural moat.

Yao Chenxi stood by and looked at her son’s father. She didn’t know what to say.

Even if she is full of poetry and learning, she still doesn’t know how to resolve this resentment.

“Dad, that’s granddad Li and granddad Li.”

Li Buhui seems to think that his father doesn’t know each other, so he makes a sound introduction.

The clear and pure voice of the child stunned several adults.

Li Kaijiang and Li Zhengrong look at the clever and sensible children, with a trace of unspeakable complexity in their kind smiles.

All these situations are the result of their own planting.

Li Kaijiang closed his eyes, slowly took a breath, then turned around and said with a smile:

“go in, he should have been waiting for you for a long time.”

“Don’t regret, let father go in to see uncle.”

Yao Chenxi took his son’s hand with understanding.

No one followed, Li futu walked into the ward alone.

Looking at the door that was pushed open, the man who woke up on the bed for a few days turned his head and showed a weak smile.

“I knew you could do it.”

“How’s it going?”

Li futu went to the bed.

“I can’t die.”

Li futu nodded.

A pair of life and death comrades in arms, a pair of flesh and blood brothers, at this time, one stood by the bed, the other was lying on the head of the bed, it was a bit silent.

“Floating chart, I know that no matter how many apologies you make, it doesn’t make any sense. I am responsible for the situation today. Even if I can’t get out of bed all my life, I deserve to be punished. But I hope you can understand my grandfather and father.”

At this time, all his glory and aura faded. He looked at the man standing by the bed and said in a slow voice: “they have been worried about you, too. Now I’m growing up, and my grandfather is 80 years old. Maybe one day… ”

“Floating chart, let the grudge end in our generation, don’t continue to continue.”

Li futu did not utter a word after listening, there was no fluctuation on his face, finally, he just said in a soft voice: “take good care of yourself.”

Then he turned and left the ward.

“Bang.”

Seeing the door closed slowly, Li Haotian turned his head and looked at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Several people in the corridor didn’t expect him to come out so soon.

“Let’s go.”

Li and his son passed by when they were young.

“Take care of yourself.”

Then, he continued to move forward, took his son’s little hand and went to the elevator.

“Grandfather Li, Uncle Li, then I’ll go first.”

Lengshen song Luo God gradually show a smile, complex said sound, and then turned to follow up.

Li Kaijiang was also stunned for a moment, looking at the figure of several people leaving. His withered old face seemed to have recovered its vitality, his face trembled, and he pursed his mouth tightly.

……

Babaoshan.

National Cemetery.

Even if it was climbing, the little guy didn’t ask his parents to hold him and insisted on walking by himself.

“No regrets, do you know where this is?”

Li Buhui stopped, gasped and shook his head honestly.

The black-and-white tombstones are all over the mountain, like dazzling scars and totems.”This is the highest standard garden cemetery in China. The old people you read on the news will be buried here in a hundred years.”

Yao Chenxi made a brief introduction for her son. She seemed to be afraid of disturbing the sleeping spirit. Her voice was very low and her tone was full of respect.

“What about granddad Li? Will he be buried here, too? ”

Li Buhui asked.

Yao Chenxi was caught off guard. Although she knew that Tong yanwuji was innocent, she could not help feeling embarrassed. She quickly reprimanded: “don’t talk nonsense, granddad Li will live a long life.”

“Children are thinking of what to say, and he care about what.”

Song Luoshen made a comeback and touched the little guy’s head.

“Of course, granddad Li will also be buried here, because he is a meritorious official of the country.”

Li futu didn’t speak.

Under the guidance of song Luo, several people came to a cemetery.

Songluo God sends lily.

“Master, the war is over. We have won. You can rest in peace.”

There should be only one in the world who can be called a master by her.

The emperor of China, he Jiuzhou.

Li futu came forward, facing the tombstone, and bowed solemnly and solemnly.

“Mom, who is he?”

The little guy pulled his mother’s hand and pointed to the kind picture on the tombstone in a low voice.

“He’s a great grandfather.”

Yao Chenxi opened his mouth in a low voice and looked at the tombstone. “He is also a hero worthy of all respect.”

The wind blows in the mountains and the pines shake.

No matter how big the Babaoshan mountain is, it can’t bury all the souls.

Li futu straightened up and looked at the old man’s face on the tombstone. The once fresh faces began to float in front of him.

He came back alive and won the war, but countless people stayed in the fierce battlefield forever.

“Dad is a hero, too.”

Li Buhui looked at his back in front of the tombstone, and his clear eyes showed a look that might be described as pride.

Song Luoshen and Yao Chenxi also looked at the tall and straight figure with the same look.

After the end of the war, the most authoritative magazines and weekly magazines in various countries and regions, like a private agreement, even used the same photo as a cover after the disaster.

A seemingly small but always face the back of the giant.

The picture is the same sentence.

Who is the mortal, compared with the gods?

What’s more, call him the Savior.

He is the pride of all mankind.

The wind blew up the two women’s hair.

Li futu turned and looked at his child. He walked over and touched his head, looking at the lush mountains and cemetery.

“Dad is not a hero, dad just fought with the hero.”