Chapter 1089 (1/2)
Gu Jiajia sits there with her shoulders down. Her body looks soft, and she has no strength at all.
She sat there crying
Tears keep flowing, keep flowing
Jinghua, her Jinghua is gone. How can she cheer up?
The man she loves deeply, the man she loves deeply, has died for her country. How can she cheer up?
How does she cheer up?!
A thick sadness emanated from her bones and infected the whole room
Looking at her silent, but very sad tears, Zhong Xing's eyes moist.
His heart, a pull a pull.
Why?
Why is this happening?
Why did Jinghua leave her?
That bastard!
Gu Jiajia didn't speak, so she sat there crying.
She can't listen to anything.
It seems that all the atmosphere is full of sadness. The hearts of Tang Huai and Liu Xiaoxiao are also dignified and sad with this atmosphere
Knowing that Jing Huawei died, Gu Feng came to guard Gu Jiajia.
Looking at Gu Jiajia overnight, she was haggard and emaciated. Being a mother, her heart ached.
Gu Jiajia's tears did not stop flowing.
After receiving the notice that she could go to see Jinghua for the last time, she stopped her tears.
Ming is about to hold a funeral. From this afternoon, the families of the dead soldiers can come to the Hero Hall and see the last glimpse of the dead hero.
Gu Jiajia washed her face and walked out of the hygiene.
Tang Huai, Tang Li and Da Ya are waiting for her in the living room.
After crying for so long, her eyes were red and swollen, and her bags and dark circles came out.
When they saw her, they couldn't help feeling sad.
They love her!
And Jinghua's sacrifice made them feel sad again and again.
An unrelated person will feel heavy when he hears about his death. What's more, Jinghua, who lives in the same village, has known him since he was born
Tang Huai never believed in Jinghua's sacrifice.
In his last life, Jinghua was a senior military officer, who contributed a lot to the country!
He also married a wife, gave birth to children, and lived a beautiful life. How come in this life, everything has changed?
Up to now, she has never seen Jing Hua's body. She would rather be Jing Xuan and they mistakenly treat other soldiers as Jing Hua, than believe that Jing Hua is really sent to the Hero Hall.
In a moment, they can go to Hero Hall. When they get to Hero Hall, they will know that the one who is regarded as Jinghua must not be Jinghua!
Seeing that they were going to cry, Gu Jiajia smiled instead.
But her smile is worse than her tears.
She looked at Tang Huai and said in a hoarse voice: ”I want to wear beautiful clothes. Tang Huai, would you come in and help me choose a beautiful dress?”
”Good.” Tang Huai and Gu Jiajia came into her room.
Two girls, standing in front of the wardrobe, Gu Jiajia looked at the clothes in the wardrobe and couldn't make up her mind: ”Tang Huai, which one do you want to wear?”
In the full wardrobe, there is only a black middle sleeve dress. Tang Huai reaches out and takes it: ”everyone who goes to the hero's hall will wear black. Today, not only Jinghua's family members, but also the families of other sacrificial soldiers will go there. They are no more black than everyone else. Are you wearing colorful ones? ”
”I want to dress up beautifully. I want Jinghua to see my most beautiful side.” Gu Jiajia looks at Tang Huai's skirt and reluctantly pulls out a smile.
”You look beautiful in this one, too.” Tang Huai's heart is not authentic.
Gu Jiajia took the skirt and smiled at Tang Huai, ”then I'll wear this one.”
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k city hero hall.
It was built twenty years ago.
The hall covers an area of 150 mu.
Among them, there are 50 mu, which are used to build a two-story building after another.
The rest are designed as a square.
It looks like anmen Square in Kyoto.
Today, the square is surrounded by white wreaths and white cloth strips.
On the outskirts of the square stood rows of people who came to see the hero off. Inside, there are lines of soldiers. Their uniforms are neat and their looks are serious. If it wasn't for the sad air, there were white wreaths around the square, some people would think it was a military exercise.
Jinghua's family came to martyr's room 1, block C.
A martyr a room
In the middle of the martyr's room, there is a one meter wide wooden bed, on which the sheets are all white.
Even Jinghua, who lies on it, is dressed in white.
As soon as Mrs. Jing came in, she saw the quiet man lying on the bed. Suddenly she burst into tears and jumped up: ”Jinghua My grandson... ”There are a lot of family members in the Jing family. The martyr's room at 28ping is full of people at the moment.
Jing Juntai and village head Shu Yu are ahead of them, Gu Jiajia and Tang Huai are behind them. This is the rule, from close relatives to distant relatives
Looking at the bed of people, Shuyu tears, like the lack of dam, surging out of the mouth.
Shaking her legs, she walked slowly forward