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Volume 7 Endless Longing Chapter 119

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    The grass is luxuriant and the breeze is blowing.

    The humid air condenses into crystal dewdrops that tremble sadly on the leaf tips, like teardrops rolling down on the swallow's grave.

    Fugui silently knelt in front of Yanzi's grave, holding up the loess with both hands to fill the shallow ditch washed away by yesterday's rain.  A handful of cold loess is held in rich hands, feeling so heavy and sad.  This pile of loess separated him from the swallow, but the figure of the swallow in his heart would never fade away with the coldness of the season

    Fugui held back tears and looked at the weeds swaying on the swallow's grave in the breeze, and infinite sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

    "The setting sun rises above the blue stone tomb, and the wind and sand of the ancient road bury the fragrant soul." The sky is thousands of miles long, and there are misty clouds. He really doesn't know where his soul will go from now on.  All he knew was that this lonely grave was a permanent pain in his heart.  He believed that the swallow he loved so much was still watching from a distance here, still looking across thousands of miles of mountains, and looking far away at his relatives far away in the desert.  But where can the person who has returned from afar go to look for this familiar figure on the road of mortals?  From now on, I am afraid that in the long lonely nights, only melancholy will accompany a slowly withering heart!

    Fugui's eyes gradually blurred. He remembered the night before returning to the army from his last visit to relatives. Yanzi raised her head, with deep attachment in her eyes. She hugged Fugui tightly and said, "Guizi, you must go to the army."  Take care of yourself and be sure to think of me every day!¡±

    Fugui was amused by her, and he gently scratched her small nose: "I'm thinking of you every moment, don't you feel it?"

    Yanzi happily buried her head in Fugui's arms and murmured: "Don't worry about me when you are in the army, I will wait for you."

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    The corner of his mouth twitched, he stroked Yanzi's tombstone affectionately, and murmured: "At the age of twenty-six, you left me. Yanzi, if this world really can't tolerate you, if your life is decided to leave,  At this point, can you change the way? Can you let your relatives who love you take another look at you? Take another look at your intact state" Looking up at the distant mountains, the trees planted by Yanzi's hands are gently blowing in the breeze.  Swinging, they seem to be bidding farewell to the owner who planted them.  Fugui shed tears and stared into the distance for a long time. He didn't know what words to use to express his mood at the moment. Time seemed to have frozen.

    He believes that no matter how time passes or how the years change, Swallow will always live in his heart.  The laughter and laughter of the past will also become vows that will never fade.

    But, does the oath still mean anything to them?

    Fugui took out the military medals he had exchanged for his life from his pocket and placed them neatly on the stone table in front of Yanzi's tomb.  These highest honors, which had been exchanged for the blood and lives of soldiers, now reflected the miserable grass on Yanzi's grave, making him feel heart-breaking pain.  Perhaps, as Jin Hui said: The honors we receive are meant to be shared with the people we love most. If no one can share them, these honors will lose their due meaning.

    Fugui stared motionlessly at the light of the military medal.  After a long time, he picked up the machete and murmured: "Swallow, you left, I Although I can't accompany you day and night, I will love you for the rest of my life. I will only love you in this life. As long as I come back,  I will definitely come to accompany you!¡±

    He ran to the mountain, cut down a few trees, and built a simple shack next to the swallow's grave. After resting for a while, he found some branches to put on the shack.  When he finished doing this, Fu Qin and a few young men had already brought a tall stone tablet.

    Fu Gui silently stroked the cold and smooth stone tablet. He knelt on the tablet and wrote with trembling emotion: "The tomb of his beloved wife He Xiaoyan". With those heavy words, everything in front of him gradually blurred.

    In front of you is the person you love deeply, separated by a pile of loess. Although it is close at hand, it is difficult to reach the end of the world.  The two hearts that once relied on each other are now separated by yin and yang!

    Those days, the hammer in Fugui's hand kept rising and falling. He focused all his love on the sharp chisel, and every word was soaked in his deepest and purest love for the swallow.  His hands were numb, swollen, and cracked by the splashing of gravel. The bright red blood fell on the stone tablet drop by drop, but he was completely unaware of it.  He really hopes to dye these words red with his own blood, so that his heart and blood can withstand the wind and rain with Yanzi, and let his affection and love be integrated into this stone tablet to accompany Yanzi forever.

    Fu Gui's heart was bleeding silently, thinking that from now on in the desert night thousands of miles away, no one would care about him as much as the swallow, and the swallow could no longer sense the desolate tomb in his heart.  A lifetime of affectionate waiting.  This heavy stone tablet weighed heavily on his heart, making him feel heartbreaking pain

    My thoughts are wandering between this lonely grave and the desolate desert, and the unbreakable sadness spreads to every person with the desolation in my heart.My dear compatriots, my deep thoughts fall on the vast desert sands of Gobi

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    "How long will the pain last? The beauty's return journey is only in her dreams."

    On the last night before returning to the team, Fugui finished carving the last stroke of the inscription.  The night sky gradually lowered its black curtains, and the lonely evening wind blew the lonely flute.  Fugui stood silently in front of the tomb, looking into the distance.  Is he waiting for the person who walks with him on the road of life?  Was he looking forward to those eyes that stared lovingly at him?

    Maybe a look back is the eternity of waiting. From now on, I can only listen to the whispers of swallows in my dreams. The deep longing slowly settles in my heart. Under this deserted moonlight, it gradually floats to the bottom of my eyes and makes them wet.  Sad eyes.

    The figure that has been dreamed of thousands of times will never dissipate in the wind of passing years, but is imprinted in the bottom of my heart, constantly emerging, and finally becoming the unchanging eternity in my heart!

    The branches and leaves in the shack rustled slightly, and my sister walked over, rubbing her groggy eyes, and said, "Brother, we are leaving tomorrow, why don't you rest?"

    Fugui secretly wiped away his tears, looked at the dark distant mountains and said, "I can't sleep, so stay with the swallow for a while."

    Fuqin sighed and sat down next to Fugui: "Brother, you are so affectionate to Sister Yanzi, sheshe knows everything under the spring, so she should be content."

    Fugui¡¯s heart twitched violently. From the moment he came back, he felt like he was having a nightmare. Unfortunately, he would never wake up from this nightmare.

    My sister looked quietly at the hazy mountain tops in the distance, and said quietly: "Brother, do you know that every time Sister Yanzi receives your letter, she will read it silently for a long time, and sometimes she will cry quietly while reading it.  One time I asked her your address, and she said: Although I don¡¯t know your brother¡¯s address and can¡¯t reply, I also know that he is thinking of us from afar.¡±

    Listening to his sister¡¯s words, Fugui¡¯s tears rolled down again

    The younger sister looked into Fugui's eyes and said: "Brother, we know that your army is keeping secrets. But how long do you plan to stay there? Yes, you are soldiers, but you also have families, parents, and relatives. Do you think you are just right to yourself?"  Family, can¡¯t your own family take some responsibility?¡±

    Fugui listened to his sister's questions silently. He wanted to tell his sister that he was a soldier in the anti-terrorism special operations brigade, an excellent special operations team member who made terrorists fearful.  However, as a soldier, he knows that there are some things that he cannot say out loud in his life. He is not only responsible for his family, but also for his comrades.

    He sat there like a stone sculpture, he was leaving tomorrow, and suddenly felt a deep pain in his heart.  He picked up the military medals placed on the stone table, wiped them carefully with a handkerchief, then wrapped them in a white handkerchief, dug a deep hole in front of Yanzi's tomb, put the handkerchief in, looked at Yanzi's tombstone and murmured  He murmured: "Yanzi, I I will return to the army tomorrow. I can't accompany you, so let these military medals with my blood and sweat accompany you forever"

    The moonlight was still there, the breeze was rustling, Fugui closed his eyes, but his eyes still felt sore.  He stood up and silently stroked every word on the Yanzi stone tablet, as if stroking Yanzi's smooth face, but.  The sweetheart was gone, and his spare thoughts made his heart ache. He sighed. After saying goodbye today, he didn't know when he would be able to come back to be with her again, and he didn't know where he could feel the tenderness of Swallow again in the future.  !
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