“The Lieutenant General did not pay attention to them, you can rest assured.” T6 saw Commander-in-Chief Xia walking directly to the front, he reminded softly, “The Lieutenant General has guards by his side, so the two of them cannot approach him easily.”
As for how the two were going to approach… T6’s eyes sank slightly. He had to inform Xia Jinyuan about this matter.
No one in the ceremony walked around as they liked. They all watched the eight Lieutenants lift the coffin covered with the national flag. Ye Jian, who was holding Old Uncle Gen’s black and white photo, couldn’t help clenching her fists.
Old Uncle Gen, who chose to be cremated, would lie in a small urn in the end and… be sent to the Martyrs Cemetery to sleep.
From now on, she would never see the old man, who would always send her off when she was leaving home.
From now on, she would never hear the old man’s kind voice and the old man’s laughter.
“Let’s go.” Xia Jinyuan gently supported his beloved lover, who had been strong so far. He felt heartache seeing her like this, so he spoke gently: “We have to send Old Uncle one last time. We have to send him off so that he can be with the other old comrades who died in the army.”
Ye Jian took a deep breath and nodded. Yes, Grandpa said that he missed his former comrades so much, and he wanted to return to them. He wanted to sing the Long March anthem together with them and relived the hard moments they had together.
The coffin was carried by eight Lieutenants, Ye Jian was still at the forefront. The difference was that this time she was accompanied by Xia Jinyuan and Commander-in-Chief Xia.
Seeing this, Ye Zhifan, who still wanted to catch up to them, immediately pulled Ye Ying to the Martyrs Cemetery.
This was Ye Zhifan’s ability. He knew that it would be useless to follow them this time, so he simply went to the cemetery directly and waited for them, then he would go over and see if there was anything he could help.
Since Ye Ying saw that her father was talking to the so-called highest-ranked Lieutenant among everyone who was present, she couldn’t help admiring her father, and she kept her opinions to herself.
“When you arrive at the cemetery, find an opportunity to do something for yourself, be more prominent, and be flexible, so that the Lieutenant General can see what you are doing at a glance, even if they only glance at you, Ying Ying, this is also an impression, you understand?”
Ye Ying humbly listened to her father.
She knew that her father was capable, but she had never seen him being this powerful. When the high-ranking official’s eyes swept over, her knees were so soft that she almost fell! But her father could still talk to the Lieutenant General with a straight face!
Ye Ying felt an extraordinary pride for her father. If doing this, they could build a relationship with the Lieutenant General, then she would have no problem entering the Beijing Political Group! At that time, at that time…, she would show off to Ye Jian!
Her thoughts were wicked; she let out an inexplicable sigh of confidence.
What happened today had cast a shadow in Ye Ying’s heart. Now, as long as she thought of Ye Jian having a military rank before entering the army, she would feel so dull that her heart would hurt.
At six p.m., Ye Jian arrived at the martyr’s cemetery with the urn covered with a folded national flag in her hands. She walked step by step to the graveyard where Old Uncle Gen would be buried, then she saw that… even the tombstone had already been carved.
“Old Uncle knew that he wasn’t going to make it, so he told Regiment Commander Liu and Political Commissar Yan to do the necessary preparations, so as not to make you sad.” Principal Chen’s voice was hoarse. One had to listen carefully to hear what he was trying to say.
Finally, they stopped in front of the tombstone. Ye Jian knelt down, her eyelashes trembled lightly, she suppressed her shaking voice, cried while smiling: “Grandpa was afraid that I would be distracted, so he endured his illness all by himself.”
