Chapter 28 The last soldier old age

In the past, when no one believed that he was a veteran, or even suspected that he was a deserter, only Xiaolan firmly believed in him.When he stood on the cemetery and saluted his comrades, Xiaolan stood behind him and said with a pouted mouth: Who said you are not a veteran, you are the last veteran. For so many years, Xiaolan has always moved him, and she stood firm with him. The heavy rain's sudden departure seemed to have hurt the vitality of the two of them, especially Xiaolan. Her body and spirit were really getting worse year after year.In a trance, she always felt that the heavy rain was still alive, and every day when she got up, she would shout: the heavy rain is on, and the sun is drying her buttocks.

Then just sat there in a daze.Their son was buried at the foot of the mountain. When the heavy rain left, so did Xiaolan's soul. She shuttled between the foot of the mountain and up the mountain as if she was sleepwalking. Wang Qinggui spent more time in the cemetery, pulling a handful of grass, shoveling soil, muttering incessantly, "Look, Xiao Pan, there's grass growing in front of your house, let me help you." You unplug it, this time it's open...