My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 136 - 135: No One Asks Before the General’s Tomb (Third Update)
Chapter 136: Chapter 135: No One Asks Before the General’s Tomb (Third Update)
Back at the company, Ye Xin saw Yang Chen and smiled as she approached, grabbing Yang Chen’s arm and saying, "Big bodyguard, you’re finally back. My friend has something to discuss with me, so I’ll leave Xueqing to you."
Actually, she could have left earlier, but she knew Yang Chen was quite stubborn. If he found out that Wei Xueqing wasn’t protected, he would blame himself to death, so Ye Xin stayed behind to wait for Yang Chen to leave.
Yang Chen nodded gratefully at Ye Xin.
If it weren’t for Ye Xin, he wouldn’t have been able to find time to take care of Chen Siyan. With Ye Xin around, Yang Chen didn’t have to worry about much; the two of them seemed to have an instinctive understanding without needing much communication, Ye Xin always helped out early where she could.
"Go ahead and get busy!" Yang Chen ruffled Ye Xin’s hair, making her long hair slightly messy.
"Oh no! It’s all messy now. I’ve had enough playing with you, I’m leaving!" Ye Xin pouted and left discontentedly.
Yang Chen smiled and turned to look at Wei Xueqing.
Wei Xueqing was also looking at them and quickly lowered her head when Yang Chen looked over.
Yang Chen returned to his seat and continued working.
Noon.
Yang Chen said to Wei Xueqing, "I have something to do at noon, can you come with me?"
"What is it?" Wei Xueqing instinctively asked, and then said, "Sure, I don’t have anything else to do anyway."
"Okay!" Yang Chen nodded, "When we get there, just wait nearby."
Wei Xueqing looked at Yang Chen with some curiosity but didn’t ask further.
After a simple lunch, Yang Chen drove to a Divine Buddha Hall, bought some netherworld currency and paper money, then went to a flower shop to buy some chrysanthemums.
Seeing this, Wei Xueqing pretty much knew what Yang Chen was going to do.
She looked at Yang Chen, clearly feeling the sadness in his expression, but she didn’t know who Yang Chen was going to pay tribute to.
On the way, Yang Chen noticed many billboards on the streets commemorating such-and-such person on the anniversary of their death, reminding everyone that they still owe them a movie ticket, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.
Martyrs’ Cemetery.
Yang Chen parked the car by the side of the road and took out all the things from the trunk. He said to Wei Xueqing, "In a while, you can just wait nearby; no need to come over."
"Okay!" Wei Xueqing nodded and didn’t say much, just following Yang Chen.
In the Martyrs’ Cemetery, tombstones were everywhere, layer upon layer, each grave held a heroic soul, a hero who sacrificed to protect the country.
Arriving at a row of graves, Yang Chen said to Wei Xueqing, "Wait here for a while."
Wei Xueqing opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopped, ultimately just nodding.
Yang Chen walked heavily towards a tombstone.
He noticed an elderly man sitting in a chair next to it, resting with his eyes closed in the sunlight.
He didn’t pay much attention and walked to the grave.
A few words were engraved on the tombstone: "Grave of the Battle Hero, Zhuo Jingyu."
Next to the tombstone, there was a bouquet of chrysanthemums, a bottle of liquor, a cup, and a shell casing—looks like someone had been here, though who he did not know.
Yang Chen smiled and said to the tombstone, "Looks like someone beat me here, good thing you’re not forgotten."
He laid down the chrysanthemums, "Your favorite chrysanthemums. You once said, ’Chrysanthemums’ fragrance surpasses all, their colors outshine heroes.’ At the time, I thought you were too scholarly and couldn’t understand you. Later, you said seeing chrysanthemums reminded you of home. I then realized what you wanted to protect."
A coin appeared in Yang Chen’s hand, with a chrysanthemum on one side and the national emblem on the other.
He placed the coin on the tombstone, "I have never forgotten your teachings, to be loyal to the country, to spill blood and tears; wherever I am, this has always been my mission!"
Saying this, he crouched down and began burning the netherworld currency and paper money.
From a distance, Wei Xueqing stood there watching Yang Chen, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
As Yang Chen burned the paper, he suddenly laughed and said, "If they knew I was doing such superstitious things, they’d probably make fun of me. But coach, don’t laugh at me, because when you get the money and enjoy life down there, you’ll definitely thank me."
Previously Yang Chen didn’t believe in these things, but an incident two years ago made him thoroughly believe in the existence of souls.
At this time, Old Zhuo, sitting in the chair, opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows at Yang Chen, and said, "Young man, were you a guard member?"
Yang Chen looked at himself and laughed, "Yes, but I’ve retired."
Unable to wear the guard uniform to see his coach, Yang Chen felt quite regretful.
"Oh! No wonder, now the streets are full of propaganda about someone’s death anniversary. This kid was unlucky enough to die on the same day as him," Old Zhuo muttered.
Yang Chen sighed, murmuring, "An actor’s rosy face fades with the flow of time; a general’s loyal heart shines in history’s pages."
No one asks at the general’s grave, but everyone knows an actor’s affairs, which for these sacrificing heroes is a kind of cruelty.
A gleam of appreciation flashed in Old Zhuo’s eyes, and he straightened up slightly, "What was your relationship with him?"
Yang Chen smiled slightly, "He was once my coach."
"Coach? That’s strange," Old Zhuo chuckled slightly, "People usually go to the battlefield, how did a coach die? Was it possible that during training, a rookie threw a grenade at the coach’s feet?"
Yang Chen’s face darkened, his thoughts drifted far away.
Indeed, people usually go to the battlefield, so how did a coach die on the front line?
"Yang Chen! Remember, you are the best soldier I’ve ever trained, and the worst! You’re excellent because of your combat instincts and intuition! But, your fatal flaw is being too emotional; you can’t always take punishment for others! On the battlefield, a single emotional lapse can cost you your life!"
These were the words Zhuo Jingyu had said to him.
That operation was 92585.
The order was given from above to wipe out this group completely.
Because the amount transported by this group was enormous, there were many companions, and soldiers hired from abroad.
This battle was going to be extremely dangerous; it was at the border, with a complicated environment and dense jungle.
So, Zhuo Jingyu personally led the team to carry out the mission.
From the beginning, they managed to ambush the enemy smoothly.
But they didn’t expect the opponent to bring heavy weaponry, suppressing them so badly they couldn’t lift their heads.
One teammate was hit by a stray bullet, exposed to the enemy’s view, Yang Chen hurried to rescue him, just as a burst of bullets came charging in.
"Cover fire! Cover fire!" Zhuo Jingyu shouted.
Yang Chen quickly dragged the person back and swiftly administered first aid.
However, the enemy had already closed in, and a shot was fired at Yang Chen.
"Watch out!" Zhuo Jingyu shielded Yang Chen.
Seeing Zhuo Jingyu fall, Yang Chen was overcome with grief, "Coach!!!"
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