Female supporting experience hall fast wear era

In the next two years, the battle became even more brutal. Many old people on the mountain died, including Zhuo Qingzhou.

Neither the son nor the grandson are around, but there is a grandson’s wife and four great-grandchildren.

After seeing off the old man who had peacefully closed his eyes, He Xiaojing looked at the four children.

The four children, who are already six years old, are already 1.3 meters tall. They are really tall and strong.

"Mom, don't be sad. Grandpa passed away peacefully. He is happier than the second grandpa and his family."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't be sad, you guys."

The four children have always followed the old man. Whether it was kung fu or studying, the old man taught them step by step. How could they not be sad when the old man passed away?

"Mom, do you want to send a letter to my grandfather and my father?"

He Xiaojing shook her head. "Farewell, let them rest in peace outside. Remember, the living are always more important than the dead."

In the winter of that year, Zhuo Zhirong died, and Zhuo Huaiyuan also died on the battlefield before he could send the old man back.

He Xiaojing fell silent after receiving the news. She had been in this world for almost seven years. Although her fate had changed, her family members did not take the bullet for her, and the entire village did not become a stepping stone for her, there were still only a few people left in the end.

He Kangnian looked at his daughter and listened to her tell the news that the father and son of the Zhuo family had died.

"Xiaojing." He looked at his daughter worriedly.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm just feeling emotional."

"I'll go pick them up."

He Xiaojing shook her head. "No, the battle is over. My dad and his men will be back with all the family members who sacrificed their lives."

He Kangnian knew his daughter's ability, so he did as she said.

There are too many people on the mountain, and half of them went to live in Heihu Mountain. The father and daughter have stayed here without moving.

On a snowy night, ten people went up the mountain, each carrying a large bamboo basket on their backs.

Han Shizhong lost a calf and an arm this time, but fortunately he was still alive.

Yin Fuchun looked at his second son and daughter, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Xiao Jing, Daddy is sorry for you."

Gently patting the old man who was only a pile of bones left, He Xiaojing comforted him softly, "No, no. As long as you come back, it will be fine. Old man, don't go. We will live on this mountain from now on."

"Okay, we're not going anywhere. Xiaojing, Huaiyuan is dead."

Han Shizhong sat aside wiping his tears, while He Kangnian sighed.

"When I didn't see him come back, I guessed that he had died." After saying this, he let out a long sigh.

The four children said that they had never seen their father since they could remember, and now they heard that their father was gone, and they were crying.

"Well, this is his own choice. He got what he wanted and realized his dream."

"Xiao Jing, Huaiyuan was still holding your earrings in his hand when he left."

"Dad, stop talking. It has already happened and nothing can be changed. The living have to look forward."

Let them eat and lie in a warm bed.

The four children will sleep with their mother today. He Xiaojing feels uncomfortable, but she is not as upset as everyone worries. She calls out the original owner. "All the relatives will be buried tomorrow. Do you want to show up?"

The original owner shook his head. Even though he was a spirit, he could still feel her sadness.

"why not?"

“I don’t want to bear the sadness.”

Now she didn't say anything. Since she didn't want to, then forget it.

The next day, everyone went to the back mountain. The ashes of the forty-three sacrifices brought back were to be buried here.

Zhuo Zhirong and Zhuo Huaiyuan were buried next to Zhuo Qingzhou.

Four children knelt down to burn paper and kowtow.

He Xiaojing's face was full of sadness throughout the whole process, but she didn't shed any tears.

Next, He Kangnian took care of the health of the brothers who had returned. The four children coaxed their two grandfathers all day long, making them much more cheerful.

There was never a shortage of supplies on the mountain, which provided them with a good life, so they recovered a lot after entering the twelfth lunar month.

Because of the heavy snow, we did not go down the mountain to buy New Year's goods, and heavy snow fell again that night.

He Xiaojing suddenly heard Xiaoyao's report.

"The heroine sacrificed herself."

After listening to Xiaoyao's report, He Xiaojing sighed.

"Where's the hero?"

"The male lead is not doing well now."

"So the plot ends when they sacrifice themselves, right?"

"Yes."

"Will I no longer be restricted after the plot is over?"

"Yes."

He Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not very genuine, she still felt a little relieved.

When I turned on the heroine's picture, I saw Ye Feng and the others bowing.

It can be said that the heroine has performed very well in recent years. Perhaps she has devoted all her heart to the revolutionary cause. She had physical intimacy with the hero in her previous life, but left alone in this life.

"Host, there are not many people left."

“Is there anything I can do?”

"No."

"What's the point of you telling me this?"

The end of this year is full of sadness, which makes her depressed. Before the New Year, the male protagonist died. Seeing him die while standing with a gun, He Xiaojing's eyes were red. They are all people worthy of respect and admiration.

Since then, the male and female protagonists have been offline, which is really tragic.

"Host, Ye Feng's team was all killed, and he escaped."

"Can you help him?"

"Sure, he's not the main character in the book. Besides, the host has already left the plot, so we can help him."

"Xiaoyao, I leave it to you."

There is not much difference between celebrating the New Year and not celebrating the New Year. The only good thing is that the three former heads of Wolong Mountain are gathered together.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Ye Feng arrived at the village at night.

It was horrible to see his current state. He Kangnian really tried everything, but in the end, it was He Xiaojing who gave Ye Feng the spiritual spring water and brought him back to life.

I don’t know how they made the decision, Ye Feng stayed on the mountain and didn’t go down.

In fact, his body was at the end of its strength. Although he was alive, he could no longer go to the battlefield.

Everyone knew how chaotic it was down there, so no one went down the mountain, not even He Xiaojing.

Although the people in the mountains were not healthy, they still helped the Red Army in the summer.

So they hid in the mountains for two years.

The children are almost nine years old. They are tall and strong and in very good health.

With Ye Feng's guidance, they have learned more and look much more mature and stable than other children of the same age.

It's another year of heavy snow. Yin Fuchun passed away, and He Xiaojing was really sad. All she could think about was her father's love for her.

Just when they were grieving, they were surrounded and attacked. The battle was extremely fierce. Han Shizhong died and He Kangnian was seriously injured.

The four children were also injured, but none of their injuries were fatal and they would not be left disabled.

"Xiao Jing, Dad is dying. I'm sorry that I didn't keep my promise to take care of you forever.

When the children grow up, you can relax a little. Remember that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If they want to go out, just agree to it. "