It's summer and the weather is hot.

Even with the secret anti-corrosion recipe given by General Huo, the body cannot be parked for a long time.

After the whole family died in the country, the male members of the country were named after the Qing Dynasty, the family quickly arranged for their relatives to be buried.

After several days of busy preparations, it was time to start the funeral.

According to customs, before the funeral, relatives and friends will come to pay their respects.

However, early this morning, the first ones were the Taifu Song Chengzhang and the Minister of Revenue Chen Zi'an.

The whole door is covered with white wind, and the wind blows white.

Bai Yu brought Xiao Chuanyi and Bai Cerong in mourning clothes to receive guests outside.

Bai Mingwei and Bai Xiuying, who were covered in mourning clothes, accompanied by Shen, their aunts, and several sisters-in-law, guided guests to mourn and burn incense in the mourning hall.

The other unmarried girls knelt behind the screen and did not show up.

Bai Weiyong, wearing plain clothes, stood in front of the spirit, preparing to thank the people who came to pay their respects in person.

Seeing that Song Chengzhang and Chen Zi'an were brought in by Shen, Bai Ming lit the incense slightly and sent it to the hands of the two.

Song Chengzhang respectfully bowed three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then walked towards Bai Weiyong: "Bai Xiang, please feel sorry for me."

Bai Weiyong bowed tremblingly: "Thank you, Grand Tutor Song."

Song Chengzhang nodded and then left.

After burning incense, Chen Zi'an could not speak for a long time.

From the beginning of entering the door, until now, he only saw four men in this family, and those who were busy shuttled between the guests were all women.

In the past, he felt sorry for the almost entire Bai family's family being destroyed, but until now he saw it with his own eyes, the intuitive shock made him speechless.

He could not imagine that if Qilang of the Bai family had not survived yet, then would be his little great-grandson coming and seeing him off outside, or the granddaughter who had given birth to Huafa early in front of him.

Or is it that the old prime minister who can no longer stand up straight?

Or is it the girl who is overcoming all obstacles on the battlefield, looking majestic and more capable than a man, but is actually only fifteen or sixteen years old?

Thinking of this, Chen Zi'an walked to Bai Weiyong and spoke for a long time: "Weiyong, I should have stopped you more resolutely and told you not to send them all to the battlefield. It's useless for me, a brother. ,I'm sorry to you!"

In fact, he regrets it too, he regrets it too.

If he could have been a little more determined and tougher at the beginning, he would have stopped Weiyong from sending everyone to the northern border.

So now, will the pearl in his palm not lose his husband, and will his great-grandson not lose his father?

Whenever he thinks of this, his intestines are regretful.

Bai Weiyong's turbid eyes were filled with tears, but there was a smile on his cheeks.

He said, "Brother Chen, do you still remember Ajun?"

Chen Zi'an nodded slowly, his eyes as if they were suddenly stinged by something, and it turned red:

"Of course I remember that the child was grown up when I was young. He was a good child in the capital. I have said more than once that he has the style of your youth."

"My granddaughter, a fairy-like figure, why did you say I marry Wan Yin? Isn't it because I love the clean and honest family style of your Bai family, and the talented people of Ajun?"

"If Ajun could live to our age, his life would definitely be as vigorous and full of legends as you."

"It's a pity that God is jealous of talent. He was unable to become the second you. If you ask me if I still remember him, how could I not remember? I will never forget that good child."

Bai Weiyong asked again: "Do you still remember my eldest son, Bo Yuan?"

Chen Zi'an said: "How could I forget what Weiyong said?"

Bai Weiyong nodded: "Then you should remember everyone, right?"

Chen Zi'an said confidently: "Of course I remember."

Bai Weiyong said slowly: "That's enough. We all remember them, remember their goodness, we will not forget them."

Chen Zi'an was stunned, and inexplicably sadness surged over the sky and the earth.

It is precisely because I remember that I feel so sad?

He watched those children grow up.

He has seen these children look naughty and have also seen their spirits.

They may be imperfect, but they are all outstanding.

He also looks forward to these children using their fists and going further and further in their lives.

But not long ago, they were still fighting horses in the streets, and their poetry spread all over the world, and their passion and ambitions were immersed in their tense lives.

But in a blink of an eye, they were bloody and cold at the frontier, and only an unrecognizable body was left to be sent home.

There will be no more amazing poems and essays, and there will be no more powerful ambitions in those poems and essays.

All that remains are memories of relatives and friends, as well as their character and backbone proved with their lives.

He didn't know if time would smooth out these memories.

But he could be sure that the determination to devote himself to the national crisis without hesitation and defend every inch of land with his life will flow from generation to generation like blood.

Rooted in the hearts of countless people who have been guarded by them.

Just like the ancient sages and wise men, they have been left vividly in the book after thousands of years.

Finally, Chen Zi'an took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and held back the tears in his eyes.

He patted Bai Weiyong on the shoulder: "I will not forget, and I believe my descendants will not forget either."

"As you said, there are always people in this world who bear the burden and sacrifice for others, and these people are heroes."

"I can't become a hero, and my descendants may not be heroes, but at least we will remember the heroes' deeds and let their character be passed on."

"This is the value and meaning of sacrifice." After saying that, Chen Zi'an sighed and left the mourning hall.

Shen sent him away.

Bai Weiyong watched Chen Zi'an leave, and a complex and indescribable smile hung on his lips.

He slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid from his cheeks.
Chapter completed!