It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

I still remember that when he left me, he said to her affectionately: "When I come back, I must take you to the place full of flowers to take pictures." That was their common dream, a poetic and romantic promise.

However, this promise can no longer be fulfilled. Li Na's cry is not only an expression of the pain of losing her lover, but also an endless remembrance of those beautiful memories.

When her family and neighbors heard her crying, they couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness in their hearts, as if they could feel the despair and sadness deep in her heart.

Jiang Junjun had sent many things back before, but she hadn't sent back the ashes of those three people. In fact, she had always secretly planned in her heart that one day, like today, she and Wu Wang would solemnly bring back the ashes of these three people.

These are three heroes who need to be remembered.

The courtyard was unusually quiet at that moment, without a sound except for the muffled sobs of Mr. Fang and Fang Zheng, and the heartbreaking, painful whimpers of Li Na. This sorrowful atmosphere seemed to freeze time, making it difficult to breathe.

"Just like Junjun said, let's send them to the cemetery tomorrow and let them return to their homeland. My son and my two grandsons can finally go home." Old Man Fang said slowly, his voice revealing endless sadness.

At this moment, Mr. Fang used his big hands, which were already covered with spots but were unusually warm, to stroke the urn in his arms, as if he could gently pat his grandson's shoulder like he used to do.

Everyone nodded silently in agreement. They knew this was the most important thing they should do and the best way to comfort the deceased.

At this moment, a breeze blew across everyone's cheeks, as if the father and his two sons were telling them that they were going home.

"Junjun, let's go to the big boss and take them to see him. Over the years, that old guy has always felt guilty towards our Fang family." Old Master Fang continued, his tone full of emotion.

Jiang Junjun understood what Mr. Fang meant. The senior leader had been feeling guilty and remorseful because the Fang family had lost three people at once. She thought for a moment and replied, "Okay, let's go. You can come with us."

After saying that, Jiang Junjun turned around and looked at Wu Wang behind her. The moment their eyes met, they could both feel the heaviness in each other's hearts.

This tacit understanding was not based on any emotion, but was because it concerned their family and friends, and was a hope that had lasted for over a decade.

Jiang Junjun thought to herself that this was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to mention Wu Wang's future plans to the senior leader.

After all, Wu Wang is indeed a rare talent. Now that he has made the choice of his life path, he deserves a lifestyle and proper arrangements that match it.

This is not only a recognition of Wu Wang's personal abilities, but also a reflection of their country's broad-mindedness and generosity. Of course, the premise is that this person's actions do not harm the interests of their country and people.

At this moment, the neighbors around watched as Grandpa Fang, Fang Zheng, Li Na, and everyone in the yard, holding the urns of Fang Yanfeng and his son, got into the car and sped towards the location of the leader.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was solemn, everyone was silent, and the grief in their hearts surged like a tide.

When the neighbors behind the car saw the urns in their arms, they understood why they were crying so sadly.

As neighbors over the years, they had learned a little about the family, including the sacrifice of the Fang family's father and son.

"Did you bring this back?..."

"Seems to be."

"The whole family is loyal!"

...The neighbors also sighed. They not only lamented the sacrifice of the three members of the Fang family, but also thought of their country and the thousands of heroic sons and daughters who sacrificed their lives for their country...

After Mr. Fang and his group arrived at their destination, the leader couldn't help but feel a little confused when he saw so many people coming, and he didn't understand what had happened.

However, when his eyes fell on Mr. Fang, Fang Zheng and Li Na in the center of the crowd, especially when he saw the urns in their arms, everything became clear.

Instantly, the leader's eyes moistened, tears welling up in them, and his body swayed uncontrollably, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. Secretary Zhang, seeing this, hurried forward to support the leader. His eyes were also filled with tears, and his throat was choked with sobs, making it almost impossible to speak.

The people in there are his good friends!

The big boss and Secretary Zhang walked straight towards Mr. Fang, Fang Zheng and Li Na without hesitation. Their steps seemed a little heavy, as if each step was carrying a heavy weight.

"Old man, are all the children back?" The big leader reached out his hand tremblingly and touched the urn in front of him. When the news came that the three members of the Fang family, father and son, had all died, he sat at his desk all day and all night, unable to believe it was true.

The person he felt most sorry for in his life was his old friend.

Back then, Mr. Fang had actually considered retiring a long time ago. After all, he was old and his energy wasn't as good as before. However, senior leaders repeatedly talked to him, earnestly persuading him and even making some promises, which persuaded him to continue working.

Later, Jiang Junjun's appearance brought new hope to the old man's life. She was like a ray of light shining into the old man's dark world, allowing him to see the meaning and value of life again. It was precisely because of this that the old man persevered for so many years.

At that time, the big boss also felt that Jiang Junjun really had some kind of magic. He was able to bring such a group of people together to work. It cannot be said that he was completely selfless, but it was already a great sacrifice.

Now, three generations of the family... The leader's thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't help but think of his deceased relatives. "When will we take them to the cemetery?" the leader finally calmed down and asked.

When Mr. Fang heard this question, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but his laugh was a little bitter: "Let's go tomorrow, they also want to go home early." Go home, this word seems particularly heavy at this moment.

The leader nodded in agreement. He knew that this was a very important decision for Mr. Fang. "Well, that kid Yan Jin hasn't come back yet." The leader suddenly thought of Fang Yan Jin, the young man who was still on a mission outside.

This is his brother and father. That kid was completely changed because of this incident...