This weekend, Zhan Moxiao had already planned to take Ou Lan and Zhan Lingtao to visit the cemetery.
So, early on Saturday morning, the family of three got ready. Zhan Moxiao personally drove the vehicle, taking his wife and son to the Martyrs' Cemetery.
Today's activities held a special meaning, and all the way there, Ou Lan held Zhan Lingtao tightly in her arms. The thought of his parents resting there made it impossible for her to suppress the tenderness in her heart.
She was determined to love this child well.
The closer they got to the Martyrs' Cemetery, the stronger this feeling became.
All along the way, Zhan Moxiao didn't talk much. The closer they got to the Martyrs' Cemetery, the heavier his heart felt. When he stepped into the cemetery gates, his eyes inevitably moistened.
Those painful years of losing his comrades surfaced in his heart, bit by bit.
