Meng Chenxi and Meng Chenjun and Meng Chencheng couldn't understand Grandpa Meng's words.

Meng Chencheng tilted his head and looked at the fourth brother and asked his grandfather what he meant.

Meng Chenjun was confused.

Meng Chenxi frowned.

The car drove up the mountainside. The last time I came to this road, it was not dark at that time, and Ning Yunxi was not sure about it. The son Leilei, who was sitting on her, came because he was a baby and he didn't know the way. This time it was dawn, and he could see it very clearly.

There was a row of cars parked at the entrance of the magnificent Martyrs' Cemetery.

As their car drove in, all the other vehicles made way for their cars. When they arrived at the main entrance of the cemetery, the car stopped.

After Ning Yunxi took his son out of the car by her husband, she saw an old man sitting in a wheelchair. Behind the wheelchair was Commander Hou personally pushing the wheelchair. Ning Yunxi thought of what Commander Hou said yesterday, and immediately realized that this person should be Commander Hou's father.

Meng Chenhao took the family up and saluted Commander Hou and the old man in the wheelchair.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand, held Meng Chenhao's hand, and said something with his mouth trembling.

After hearing it clearly, Meng Chenhao waved to his wife behind him.

Ning Yunxi took the child up there.

The old man touched Leilei's little head, and his wrinkled face showed a very satisfied smile to the child.

Leilei didn't teach him, so he shouted with his mouth: "Grandpa."

This kid is so understanding. The old man excitedly held Leilei's little hand again and said something to the Army Commander Hou behind him.

Commander Hou smiled and said to the old man: "Dad, Leilei, is the open and honest Lei. His father gave it to him and Principal Peng."

The old man gave a thumbs up: a good name.

"Get in." Commander Hou said in his father's ear.

The old man nodded.

Everyone walked into the cemetery.

The rigorous and solemn atmosphere here makes Meng Chencheng, who is usually lively and likes to scream, dare not speak.

It was obvious that someone had cleared the road to the cemetery early in the morning, and there was no snow, but there was still heavy snow in the sky. People held up black umbrellas.

The closer he got, the more he remembered the night more than two years ago. Unlike that day, there were many people coming today.

Everyone stood next to the prepared grave pit and watched the soldiers wearing white gloves put two urns into the grave pit.

At this moment, the little girl Meng Chencheng suddenly cried and choked. Children who don’t understand the world or are heartless and heartless as pure little angels will grow up quickly in this moment.

When Leilei heard the little aunt crying, his eyes were red and his hands hugged his mother in anxiety.

Ning Yunxi hugged his son tightly and comforted him with a stick on his little face.

On the other end, Meng Chenxi and Meng Chenjun hugged their sister Xiaowu together.

"Dad, mom." Meng Chencheng cried and shouted.

"Xiaowu, don't cry." Meng Chenjun said to his sister with red eyes, "Mom and Dad are gone, but I and my brothers and sisters are with you. My sister-in-law and Leilei are with you."

"I know." Meng Chencheng's little throat was almost breathless.
Chapter completed!