At seven o'clock in the evening, at the Martyrs Cemetery, Zhao Hongqi, who was dusty with travel, walked inside step by step.
The Martyrs Cemetery, which is like a small garden, is full of people taking a walk after dinner, on the paths, in the flower beds, and under the pine trees.
But none of these people are paying homage to the martyrs. Not only that, there are also women standing on the street in the grove. If there are people paying homage to the martyrs now, they are definitely the most conspicuous ones. Because time flies, the martyrs eventually become
It becomes a name and a pronoun when needed.
A young man with a strong back and a strong waist stands out from the crowd, making people notice him at a glance. He is the only one standing in front of the martyrs' tomb to pay respects, with a focused, solemn and solemn expression.
"Yan Fenghuo, I'm here." Zhao Hongqi walked over slowly and raised his face covered with dust.
His face was not only filled with dust, but also vaguely visible scars. Compared with when they met in Afghanistan, Zhao Hongqi looked very embarrassed.
"Very punctual." Yan Fenghuo turned around, nodded to Zhao Hongqi and said, "I've been away from home for too long, please talk to your parents."
Yan Fenghuo took a step back to the side and made room for Zhao Hongqi.
Zhao Hongqi came over, knelt down in front of the tombstone, kowtowed three times, then straightened up, stretched out his hand and gently touched the tombstone.
"Mom, Dad, I haven't seen you for a long time..." Zhao Hongqi sighed softly and said: "So many things have happened in the past two years, but fortunately, they haven't caught me off guard. It's just... life
A little tired, overwhelmed and tired..."
Yan Fenghuo clasped his hands in front of his abdomen and watched quietly as Zhao Hongqi confided to his parents.
"I now know very well what it means to not be able to choose, haha, and I also know what it feels like to have no choice but to do what you want. All I have ever wanted to do is protect my family, but after walking such a long way, I realized that even I can't help myself.
The protection is not good." Zhao Hongqi lowered his head and continued: "But I have to carry it, I have to keep carrying it, carrying things that others can't carry; carrying things that others can never touch. I have to let those who want to
I am dead to see clearly how fearless a man who can carry the hatred of his country and family, and who can carry his physical and mental exhaustion is! Nothing is a problem, nothing can stop me! As long as I
Immortal, as long as I can still fight, I will carry everything. Because I am a man, a husband, a father, and a soldier who is confused but not lost!"
Zhao Hongqi was venting. He vented everything he had suffered in front of his parents' tombstones. When he was forced to become a terrorist, when he had no choice but to embark on the journey, when he was regarded as a traitor by the country...
No one can help him, no one is willing to help him. Everyone who reaches out to him has a strong purpose. He has to keep dealing and betraying without losing the bottom line.
If the bottom line is lost, then he will be lost, completely lost in this world of intrigues and intrigues, unable to extricate himself.
"Zhao Hongqi, let's have a smoke." Yan Fenghuo lit three cigarettes, handed one to Zhao Hongqi, and inserted one in front of the tombstone.
Taking the cigarette, Zhao Hongqi took a deep drag, stood up slowly and asked, "Yan Fenghuo, where are my wife and daughter?"
"They are safe." Yan Fenghuo turned his head and looked at the tall building outside the Martyrs Cemetery and said: "I didn't hurt your wife and daughter. By the way, your daughter is very cute."
The tall buildings in the distance showed a faint golden color under the setting sun, but they were also cast in shadow, giving people a very strange feeling, like a lonely beast.
At seven o'clock, the sky is not dark yet, just a little hazy. By eight o'clock, the sun will completely set, and by that time the sky will become dark, and there will be a faint light everywhere that blurs people's eyes.
"Yes, it's very cute." Zhao Hongqi exhaled a puff of smoke and recalled: "I still remember when we were in Afghanistan, we fought in the mountains and forests of the terrorist camp."
"Yes, that was a very good memory. I remember you ate more mutton than I did. What was that thing called at that time..."
"Crime."
"By the way, it's that Kerim. Asking me to kill you is like, hahaha..."
"What happened to Kerim in the end? I heard he died." Zhao Hongqi asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, he was stabbed to death by Parra. This guy actually showed his love to Parra, what a cute little joke, hahaha..." Yan Fenghuo smiled, recalling that Kerim at that time was indeed very...
funny.
"But you did a terrible job for Pala." Zhao Hongqi shook her head and said, "Everyone in the Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force knows that Pala was so strong by Crime that she could not gain a foothold in the army. The good thing is that Pala
La's status is still very noble. After leaving the army, she began to develop into politics, and countless suitors surround her every day."
"Actually, she is completely innocent." Yan Fenghuo flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said with a smile, "I have a video in my hand that can prove her innocence."
"Um, really? I think you should make it public."
"I lost it, hahahahaha..."
"Hahahahaha... Yan Fenghuo, you are so interesting, hahahaha..."
Suddenly, the two people stopped whispering at the same time and stared at the cigarette standing in front of the tombstone. The cigarette was about to burn out, leaving a long ash. The breeze blew, and the ash was crumbling, but they continued to stand firmly.
Not enough burning, not enough...
"Zizzi..."
The smell of burning flesh came from the two people's fingers, but they didn't seem to feel any pain. They just stood there and stared at the cigarette standing in front of the tombstone.
That cigarette burned slower than the cigarette in their hands, and the twisted ash became more fragile and could fall at any time.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..." Zhao Hongqi gasped heavily from his nostrils, his heart rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes were bloodshot and turned red.
Yan Fenghuo bared his teeth high and sucked in the oxygen molecules in the air, storing them bit by bit in his lungs. The oxygen molecules entering the lungs flowed throughout the body under the action of blood flow, stimulating every muscle.
They are all squirming, and every pore is opening wide.
Each of them raised their breath to the limit, and a smell full of killing, blood, and violence burst out from their bodies, showing invisible waves of excitement surging toward the distance one after another.
The people around them seemed to sense a sense of extreme danger from them, and they all hurried away. Even the ants crawling on the ground were running away in panic, fearing that they would be shattered to pieces in the next explosion.
Gradually, the veins on their faces and necks popped up, and their faces became ferocious. Then they began to deform, and then deformed, until they were twisted. At the same time as their faces, their hearts and their minds were deformed.
Kill! Kill! Kill!!!
A gust of wind blowing from the southeast roared past, ravaging the forest of pine trees, spinning around them in circles, but they did not dare to go further. Because this was the position of two strong men, no one, not even the wind, could
Dare to make mistakes.
A rare small whirlwind rose around the two of them, roaring and raging violently. It wanted to attack, but in the end it could only spin timidly.
When this situation reached a stalemate, a mischievous wind came out of nowhere and knocked down the still and twisted ashes, kicking off an endless battle between the strong and the strong!
Soot fell to the ground and his body was shattered into pieces.