The first thousand four hundred and sixty-two chapters singing long (seeking a monthly ticket)
Before Li Dongsheng left, he asked Wan Lin to take a few team members to stay with the old man here, waiting for the recovery of a few wounded people, and also to rest for a period of time. In this recent stage, several of them have been fighting continuously on the bloody battlefield. All the team members felt physically and mentally exhausted and really needed a period of rest to adjust their bodies and minds.
In the blink of an eye, the New Year's holiday has passed and schools have started one after another. Wan Lin and Xiaoya have been busy with their children going to school. In their free time, they gathered around Grandpa to ask for advice on martial arts.
More than half a month later, Dali, Lingling and Wen Meng were also discharged from the hospital and returned to the courtyard. Grandpa carefully inspected the wounds of several people, nodded with relief, and then stared at the eye-catching scar on Dali's face.
Lingling and others also looked at Dali's face in astonishment. A bright red scar slanted across Dali's left cheek, and the bulging muscle looked like a red centipede lying on the face. It was shocking to see.
Dali turned his head to look at the astonished eyes of a few people, laughed, and said: "Aren't you more handsome? The old man looks more majestic with this scar on his face."
Several people laughed when they heard Dali's self-deprecation, but there was a bitter taste in everyone's laughter.
Zhang Wa looked at Grandpa and Xiaoya and said, "Can you get rid of this thing? Although Dali is more handsome, I'm used to his old stinky face, so looking at this scar is still awkward."
Xiaoya and Lingling covered their mouths and laughed. They raised their hands and gave Zhang Wa a slap. They grinned too. With his smile, the scar on his face followed his face. The movements of the muscles are violently twisted, which is really scary.
Grandpa frowned and thought for a while, then said: "It doesn't matter. Dali has a foundation of internal strength. I will use medicine and strength to help him adjust during this period. It should be fine."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Xiaoya opened the door and was stunned. Standing at the door was Xiaoli with a tired face and simple clothes.
Everyone in the room was shocked. No one expected that Dali's girlfriend would suddenly appear at this moment. Xiaoya pulled Xiaoli into the room. Lingling and others also ran over and greeted Xiaoli affectionately. ,
Xiaoli stood in the middle of the living room and ignored Lingling and the others. She just looked at Dali in shock, who had already stood up from the sofa, staring straight at his weird face, her wide-eyed eyes full of astonishment. The expression, the delicate face turned pale,
Dali stood by the sofa and stared at her blankly. He didn't say anything for a long time. Xiaoli suddenly appeared in front of him, which shocked everyone present.
Everyone was originally worried about the relationship between the two after Dali's appearance was ruined, but they didn't expect that Xiaoli would suddenly appear in front of Dali at this moment, thousands of miles away.
Grandpa also saw everyone's embarrassment at this time, quickly glanced at Xiaoya and asked: "Isn't this Miss Xiaoli, come here and sit down, come here quickly,"
Xiaoya and the others quickly pulled Xiaoli towards Dali. Xiaoli followed the others numbly, her thin body trembling slightly. Xiaoya and the others were almost forced to drag her to Dali.
"You, you, what's wrong with you," Xiaoli's eyes never left the eye-catching scar on Dali's face, and her voice trembled as she stood in front of Dali and asked. With the trembling voice, tears suddenly burst from her eyes. "Wow" came out,
"It's okay, Li, I'm okay," Dali's Shandong accent was unusually thick at this time, and his trembling voice was filled with nervousness, and the scar on his face was trembling nervously.
He looked at Xiaoli with tears streaming down his face in astonishment, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and beat his broad chest vigorously, indicating that he was fine.
"Wow", Xiaoli suddenly cried out. She raised her hands suddenly, grabbed the right arm of Dali that was beating his chest, pushed him to the sofa, and tore Dali's shirt like crazy.
With tears in Dali's eyes, he slowly pushed Xiaoli away, stood up and slowly took off his shirts one by one. His bronzed upper body revealed undulating chest muscles, abdominal muscles, chest, and arms. A series of eye-catching scars were exposed in front of Xiaoli's eyes, exposed in front of everyone's eyes,
Grandpa's eyes widened, Wu Xueying's, Wen Meng's eyes widened, and the three children's eyes widened even more.
Wan Lin, Cheng Ru and Zhang Wa stood aside silently. They were too familiar with these scars, and their bodies were covered with such scars. Each scar told people about a scene. The bloody and fierce battles are not all telling people about the glory of each special soldier.
There was a confused look in the eyes of several people. Everyone seemed to see Dali holding a machine gun and rolling on the mountain. He was carrying a rocket launcher and firing against the enemy's bullets. Everyone's eyes slowly turned red, as if everything in front of them was everywhere. It's a battlefield filled with flames, surrounded by smoke and artillery fire, and shrapnel flying everywhere.
Each of their hands were tightly clasped together, and fierce murderous aura slowly emerged from their bodies. The scars on Dali's body seemed to have brought them into the battlefield filled with artillery fire.
The living room suddenly became silent. Only Xiaoli was gently stroking the scars on Dali's body. Tears all over her face dripped down on Dali's broad and solid chest.
A path is winding, thin and long,
Leading to the misty distance,
I want to follow this long and narrow path,
Follow my lover to the battlefield
Suddenly, a faint singing voice slowly sounded in the quiet living room, like a clear mountain spring, slowly flowing in the living room. Xiaoya's eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't help but sang the song "Little Road" in a low voice. This song was born at that time. This is a song that describes a girl standing on a winding road, looking into the distance, missing her lover in the smoke of gunfire.
The song is faint, euphemistic and ethereal, like a deep longing rising from the ground; it is also like a trickling clear spring, slowly flowing through the space of the living room and slowly flowing through everyone's heart. ,
The song suddenly sounded like the sound of nature, as if it came from the air, and as if it came out of the ground, deeply shaking everyone's heart. Doesn't the song represent girls like Xiaoli, doesn't it represent those who lean against the door? In front of me, looking at the winding road in the distance, what is the mood of every family member of a special service soldier who is looking forward to the return of his or her loved ones?
Sounds of chanting came out one after another from Wan Lin's mouth, and from the mouths of everyone present, gently following Xiaoya's singing and echoing in the living room. The long and long singing voice was affectionate, carrying the special warriors with them. The longing and guilt for my loved ones gently slipped out of the window of the living room and echoed over the courtyard.