According to the skin keratin detection on the black box and clothes fragments of the plane, they confirmed in Country A that Leng Xiao himself was indeed on the helicopter before the plane exploded. At that time, he had a fierce dispute with Ueno Xun. During the fight, the pilot caught fire when he obeyed the order and tried to land, which immediately triggered an explosion of the fuel tank, destroying the plane and killing people.

There were seven people on the helicopter, in addition to Leng Xiao, who had already been sacrificed and died at the same time, including Ueno Xun, the leader of the Mandala organization, and his chief manager Kim Daren.

In other words, those people are gone when they explode.

Holding the phone, Baoqi didn't believe the news.

I can't believe that in just over half a month, she and her second uncle were separated forever, and he didn't even say goodbye to her...

She doesn't believe it, she definitely doesn't believe it.

However……

The facts were in front of her, and she had to believe them.

The day when I went to Country A came back with Leng Xiao’s relics was a weekend.

The car was flying all the way to the international airport. The closer it was to the airport, Baoqi's heartbeat became faster and faster, so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

With a pale face, she walked to the terminal with a heavy heart and saw several soldiers guarding the exit, with a solemn and serious expression. Among the people waiting, in addition to her and Mr. Leng and Leng Kexin, there were also some Red Thorn comrades and some people who came to welcome the bodies of the martyrs home.

It was said that it was a body, but in fact it was just some clothes wrapped in red cloth and Leng Xiao's personal supplies. When the plane arrived, the group of four people walked over in formal military uniforms. The man who was leading the way was holding a square red cloth package.

With wide eyes, Baoqi couldn't believe it, that was her second uncle. The second uncle, who was majestic no matter where he went, would be wrapped in a red cloth for the future and the rest of his life.

"Second Uncle..." Leng Kexin burst into tears again.

He choked his throat, and Mr. Leng's lips were covered with black lips, "Die, the second... Why did you leave like this... Dad is guilty, your father is guilty!"

His lips moved again and again, and Baoqi couldn't even say a word.

She held the trembling old man Leng, suppressing the sadness that came over her mind, took the red cloth package from the major and held it tightly in her arms. From the terminal building, she went all the way to the airport parking lot, holding the red package along the way, she absorbed the eyes of the crowd, and felt as if she was about to die or collapse.

It was indeed something from Uncle II, including blood-deep clothes, as well as his military watch and a saber with a red thorn name engraved.

No matter how hard he tried, Baoqi's face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

"Sister, sister..." Leng Kexin held her, her voice trembling, "Who are you provoking whom you are? Woo... Woo..."

"Kexin, don't cry..."

He said softly, Baoqi's voice was a little far away.

In fact, she didn't know if she said it or didn't.

Leng Kexin next to her was already in tears.

When I returned home, I restrained the relics and the family's mood, and was so sad that I could not describe it in any language.

But in just a short time, he did not stop talking, nor did he leave a complete existence. He just carried her love, her miss and everything about her, disappeared forever?

Tightly pinching the bloody fragments, Baoqi felt as if holding his hand, as if she saw the back of his hand stained with blood, and her heart was broken. Her eyes were red, as if she was penetrated by blood, but she couldn't even get out of her tears.

"Uncle II, do you have nothing to say to me?"

"How can you, a man, fail? Didn't you say you would take care of me for the rest of your life?"

"I haven't even taken my son's name yet. How can you leave like this?"

Someone was talking beside his ears.

She didn't know whether it was herself or someone else.

Her world has always been quiet.

It was so quiet that only the words Leng Xiao had said to her, and nothing else.

The second uncle left her so many things and words, so many that they were all like the wild rose, which were branded on her body and penetrated into her bone marrow.

Rose...

Glass Grey House…

Caves and hot spring pools on Scorpio Island...

The artillery tower by the sea in Tianjin...

Dijing Villa, which is no longer inhabited...

Their sweet bird's nest after marriage...

Every night's ears are rubbed...

The lingering love of every kiss...

She thought of her son's full moon banquet. Leng Xiao designed the old man to give the heirloom jade to his son. He said, "This jade represents half of the Leng family. Even if one day I don't have me, no one dares to do anything to you and your children."

At that time, did he expect this day?

In that little couple restaurant, he threatened her to look bad when eating, and finally queued up for a long time to get the couple's set cup that was "a lifetime = two lifetimes".

At that time, did he expect this day?

In the military command post tent at his farewell, he said, "Take good care of yourself."

And he was obviously embarrassed, but he called her as she turned around.

"Baoqi, I love you too."

His words are still heard, how can people disappear?

And at that time, did he expect that there would be such a day?

April 1st.

The spring breeze is not strong, and the winter is still cool.

On this day, the memorial ceremony of Martyr Leng Xiao was grandly held in a revolutionary cemetery in Kyoto.

The hero travels far away, with deep sorrow and joy.

Heroes set role models in spring and autumn, and set an example in great ambitions.

At 2:30 p.m., the grand memorial ceremony officially began, and the mourning hall decorated with yellow and white chrysanthemums was filled with grief. A total of about a thousand people participated in the memorial service, including major military regions, representatives of the Red Thorn Special Forces, leaders of the major teams of the Kyoto Municipal Party Committee and Government, representatives of the troops, and representatives of the troops and soldiers, as well as people from all walks of life, and journalists from major news media.

The atmosphere of the memorial service is depressing and heavy.

At the same time, it is also weird.

In the farewell hall of the body against the elegiac couplet, there were only the tombs. Because in the glass coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, there was only a set of military uniforms that Leng Xiao wore during his lifetime. In the glass coffin covered with bright party flags and military flags, there was no body of his body.

Everyone knows that the body is gone, and the comrades' expressions are even more painful.
Chapter completed!