The sound on the TV didn't stop.

With the urn covered with the national flag and carried down by a team of heavily armed soldiers, her voice became more and more passionate as she stepped down from the plane step by step.

It's like wishing to engrave the name of the hero who finally sacrificed for national justice and to protect the safety of the world, stroke by stroke, in the hearts of the audience outside the TV forever.

Huo Sixing couldn't hear anything.

After only feeling a "buzz" in the ear, all the sounds disappeared from the surrounding.

In her eyes, there was only the small wooden box covered by the bright red flag in the TV set...

This is impossible.

how can that be possible? He didn't even have time to see the born daughter, how could he die?

Moreover, he was clearly in the capital, but he never told her that he was involved in any arms smuggling case.

She began to dig into her pockets, like a person who had lost her self-awareness, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her hands were in the small leather jacket on her body, and the little red short skirt was digging out.

"What are you looking for?"

Qiao Shiqian, who had been staring at her, saw it and immediately asked.

She looked in a trance: "mobile phone, I want to call him."

Qiao Shiqian: "..."

After a while, he still handed over his cell phone.

Then, after her surprisingly cold fingers came over and took the phone, she quickly dialed those familiar numbers.

"Beep...beep..."

"Hey?"

"Shen Yu! Is that your Shen Yu? Where are you? Ah? Where are you?"

She heard this voice, and immediately, like a piece of driftwood caught in the vast ocean, she grabbed it and shouted at the person inside who finally answered her phone.

However, to her despair, this person denied it.

"I'm not Shenyu, I'm your brother, Huo Sijue."

"..."

It was like half a century later, when Huo Sixing was holding the phone, he heard himself ask very lightly, "Then... what about him? Is he with you?"

Huo Sijue: "Yes, if your circumstances permit, you can bring the child back, so that when he is buried, there will at least be a filial person in front of the tomb."

"Boom-"

There is no sound.

In this ward, I only saw the woman's mobile phone dropped from her palm.

Her people also fell straight down.

"Huo Sixing!"

"Miss!!"

The two figures rushed towards her at almost the same time...

Compared with Qiao Shiqian, Huo Sijue was indeed much more ruthless. He didn't say that Shen Yu was dead, but told his sister directly and asked her to take her one-week-old child back to be a filial son.

There is nothing more cruel than this in the world.

However, it is precisely because of this that the fact that this woman can be favored.

And this, she will know sooner or later-

When Huo Sixing took the child to board the plane back home, her whole body was almost as if her soul had been taken away. She sat numbly by the window, staring blankly ahead.

If it wasn't for a child in his arms, he moved twice from time to time.

Let her hands pat her subconsciously.

She was almost indistinguishable from a dead person.

When the mother and daughter returned to the capital, the red pavilion covered with white fans was already full of people. Most of them came to see the young general's last journey after hearing about the heroic deeds of the young general.

Huo Sixing stood at the door of the villa with the child in his arms.

Then, she looked in, and when she saw a huge black and white photo hanging above the mourning hall full of wreaths at a glance, she couldn't hold on any longer, and she came up with a mouthful of sweetness.

She hugged the child and fell down softly at the entrance of this mourning hall.

"sister--"

"Si Xing!!"

Countless exclamations rushed from all around like a tide.

She looked blankly, and when her body fell on the cold ground, her blurred eyes seemed to finally see the man who smiled gently at her.

"Wife, are you back?"

"...I'm back, look, I gave you a beautiful daughter, husband."

It was the first time she called him that.

Then, try to hold the child in your hand and show him.

But in the end, she still couldn't show him, because soon, she fell into darkness, and the child was taken away.

God Yu, I'm really tired.

If you really leave, take me with you, okay? I don't want to chase you anymore...

——

Huo Sijue hurried back to his wife Wen Xuxu after seeing the condolences from the White House.

"What's up?"

"Sister came back. As soon as she came back, she fainted at the entrance of the Red Pavilion with her child in her arms. I sent her upstairs. It's nothing but overstimulation. How are you doing?"

Wen Xuxu had a small white flower pinned on her head.

He was also wearing a black skirt, and the whole person looked sober and in line with the solemnity of a funeral.

Huo Sijue's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Hoho, all the ghosts and snakes are here. First, I went to Guanhaitai to see the old man. After coming here, I was the only one left in the house of God. They were all very happy."

Wen Xuxu: "..."

Seeing that because of these things during this period of time, a lot of handsome faces have been removed from the boil, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Okay, don't think about it so much. Isn't this situation exactly what you want to see?"

She picked up the bowl of medicinal porridge that was specially prepared for him. JrNovels.com