"The lieutenant general didn't pay attention to them. You can rest assured." T6 saw commander-in-chief Xia go straight to the front and gently remind him, "there are guards around the lieutenant general. They can't easily get close to each other."

As for how they got close T6's eyes darkened slightly. It needs to be mentioned to Xia Jinyuan.

There was no one walking around, watching eight lieutenants lift the hinge covered with the national flag again, while Ye Jian, who was holding the black and white photos of an old uncle, could not help holding her hands tightly.

Uncle gen, who chose to be cremated, would finally lie in a small urn Send them to the martyrs' cemetery to sleep.

From now on, she would never see the old man who would send her to the village every time she went out, until she could not see the old man who had just returned home.

From now on, I will never hear the old man's kind voice, nor his long laughter.

"Let's go." Xia Jinyuan gently helped the girl who was strong enough to make her heart ache. She said gently, "we will send the old uncle to the old comrades who died in his army."

Ye Jian, with a deep breath on her chin, nodded. Yes, Grandpa said he missed his former comrades in arms so much that he wanted to come back to them, sing a long march song together, and relive those hard years together.

The coffin was carried by eight lieutenants. Ye Jian was still at the front. The difference was that she was accompanied by Xia Jinyuan and commander-in-chief Xia.

Ye Zhifan, who also wanted to catch up with Ye Zhifan, saw this and immediately led Ye Ying to the martyrs' cemetery.

This is what ye Zhifan is capable of. Knowing that it's useless to follow the past at this time, he just went to the cemetery ahead of time and waited, just in time to see what he could help.

Since ye Ying saw her father talking with the general who was said to be the biggest in the field, she was not allowed to express her opinions at will. Otherwise, how could she say "ginger or old spicy".

"When you come to the cemetery, you need to find an opportunity to do something for yourself, to show yourself and to be flexible. You need to let them see what you are doing at a glance, even if they only see you, Ying Ying Ying. That's the impression. Do you know?"

Ye Ying, who was convinced, was humbly taught.

She knew her father had the ability, but she had never seen such a powerful man before. The eyes of the senior official swept over her. Her knees were so soft that she almost fell! But Dad, I can talk with the general!

Ye Ying's heart is not a general pride. If she can get on with the general, there will be no problem for her to join the Beijing political group! By that time, by that time , she will make Yejian look good!

In the heart sends ruthlessly, inexplicable one does not know where to come from bottom QI.

What happened today has cast a shadow on Ye Ying's heart. Now, as long as Ye Jian doesn't join the army, she will have a rank. Her heart aches because of her depression.

At six o'clock, Ye Jian came to the martyr's cemetery with the urn covered with a folded flag in her hands. She went to the cemetery where Uncle Gen was buried step by step, only to find Even the tombstone has been carved.

"The old uncle already knew that he could not do it. Even I secretly asked commander Liu and political commissar Yan to prepare everything behind him so as not to make you sad." Principal Chen's voice is hoarse to the point of breaking the wind. He needs to listen carefully to know what he said.

Finally a handful of earth filled, kneeling leaf Jane eyelashes gently trembled, forced to press their own shaking voice, crying and smiling: "Grandpa is afraid of my training distraction, I am sick to bear."

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