Chapter 4633
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"Those who hear it will be excited at the beginning and then be scared. Tears will be shed … Tears … will be shed."
The girl said in a low voice. Her voice was choked with sobs.
Ye Chien drew back his long sword. When he drew back his sword, he was still as tragic as before. His heart was already mottled with blood.
Song Zhiqiu, whose eyes were red, walked to Ye Chien. She reached out and slowly took the sword in Ye Chien's hand into her own. She said softly, "Now I finally understand …"
He was also present when Ye Chien was rehearsing that year. At that time, he was shocked that Ye Chien, who had no dancing skills at all, could dance to a high level. She had perfectly presented the tragic end of a hero and the fearless death of You Buhui. At that time, he had only thought that Ye Chien was just performing for the sake of performing.
Now, his state of mind had completely changed.
She was not performing, but paying tribute to her comrades!
To commemorate the comrades who had sacrificed themselves, to commemorate the comrades who had fought for the country, and to commemorate the heroes who had used their mortal bodies to resist the darkness, and to commemorate the heroes who had fallen in the end and remained nameless for the rest of their lives.
Ye Chien looked up at Song Zhiqiu and forced a smile. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she felt that her throat was blocked. In the end, she opened her mouth a few times and closed it tightly.
Her emotions were fluctuating greatly now. That year, she had suddenly received a call from Captain Xia. She had received the bad news. Her limbs and bones had been bitterly cold. She had been unable to accept the departure of her comrade. In the end, she had sent off her comrade, J5, with the song "Ambush From Ten Sides."
Now she was a senior. J5 had left for two years, but he was still a pain in her heart that she could not touch.
After a slight adjustment, Ye Chien looked up at the four students who were still looking down at the instruments in their hands. He said, "It should be our turn soon. Let's go."
"Drillmaster …" A sobbing voice came. The girl who was playing the pipa said in a trembling voice, "I want to wash my face first. I'm so sad that I can't control my tears."
The girl who looked up had tears all over her face. She cried for the tragic end of the sword dance. She cried for the departure of a hero who had died on the battlefield.
She had accompanied "Ten-sided Ambush" countless times, but today … Today, she was in tears. Her heart had been tightened, and her emotions had been driven by the dancers. She had become the complete accompaniment.
Ye Chien did not expect to make the musician cry again. Back then, Xu Wen had done the same.
Looking at the other three students, the girl who was playing the zither was still secretly wiping the corners of her eyes, and the two boys who were just playing along had red eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Chien suddenly felt as if something had broken out of the ground in her chest, burrowing into the depths of her soul. Her flesh was in excruciating pain.
Staring blankly at the students who were crying, Ye Chien, whose soul was in excruciating pain, saw J5 in a trance. He was wearing a tailored military uniform that showed the temperament of a soldier. His bright eyes held a slight smile as he looked at her and the sad students …
Finally, the excruciating pain in her soul made her tremble violently. Something had broken out of the ground in her chest and dug out the "flesh" in the depths of her soul in an extremely fierce manner. It was a ray of light that drove away the darkness, took away the haze, and ushered in hope. In that second, she finally understood the true meaning of "war".
It was because they were protecting them … They were crying for the heroes. Even if they died in battle, it would be worth it!
J5, my comrade, did you see it?
You must have seen it.
Look, although the people you were protecting did not know of your existence, they were crying because of you, because of thousands of "you" like you.
Heroes will not be depressed, they will not forget. The tears they shed are the best sacrifice to the heroes.
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