The Little Mute's Life Was Stolen, and the Wealthy Boss Comes To Spoil Him Chapter 143

Chapter 143 It's a monument without words

It is the first time for Tang Wan to participate in such an event.

 After coming to Jingjiao, she realized that the world is so diverse.

 Even such experimental activities are rare in Huainan.

Perhaps it's not that it's rare in Huainan, but that schools that were once seen in Tangwan were rare.

The Martyrs Cemetery they visited was located in a relatively remote location, and the school bus drove ricketyly for a long time before reaching its destination.

 Strangely, this martyr cemetery was built on a manor.

Gong Xiao is the squad leader and walks at the front.

 Beside her is the timid Fu Raohan.

Fu Raohan carefully pulled the hem of Gong Xiao's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Xiao, where are you?"

Gong Xiao looked at the manor and felt something familiar, but he didn't know what it was.

 It wasn't until the class teacher called all the students together that he introduced them to the origin of this martyrs' cemetery.

 “This used to be the Xue family's manor.”

 Children have never heard of the Xue family.

 They are too young to know that this family exists.

The head teacher didn't show any strange emotions because they didn't know. He just handed them a brochure and said slowly: "The Xue family has been a police officer for generations. They have let their descendants do it since a long time ago." Go join the army and defend your country in Huainan all year round."

“The Xue family doesn't have many people to begin with. They don't live long and are often retaliated by lawless elements.”

“More than twenty years ago, the Xue family was burned down by a wildfire.”

 “The whole family is dead.”

“Some people died on the job, and some were killed in revenge by bad guys.”

 “This manor is where they used to live, and now it is their cemetery.”

 “There are eleven monuments in total.”

None of the children could speak at this time. Looking at the lush manor, they suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Tang Wan walked out first.

 She looked past the first tombstone.

That was a kind-looking old man. He was wearing a military uniform, with medals all over his body, and he looked ahead with kind eyes.

Tang Wan moved very carefully, fearing that he would disturb the soul resting here.

  She looked over one by one and found that those in military uniforms had all died in Huainan.

Huainan…

Tangwanhui knows the map and knows where Huainan is.

  It is the border of the motherland and a city with lush vegetation.

 It is the city most vulnerable to bad people.

 Finally, Tang Wan reached the last tombstone.

There are no photos, no biography, and no information about this tomb.

 In front of the tombstone, Tang Wan also found a bouquet of flowers that had not withered.

Tang Wan's pupils shrank, she knelt down and stretched out her hand to touch the bright petals. This was her mother's favorite Nanfu Begonia.

Who placed a bouquet of nameless crabapple flowers here?

Tang Wan quickly stood up and walked around behind the tombstones.

She looked forward along the tombstone, which had no information at all, and suddenly discovered a series of numbers that she had just ignored.

“387012.”

At some point, the head teacher standing behind Tang Wan repeated this string of numbers.

He saw Tang Wan staring blankly at the string of numbers before he took the initiative and said, "This is the number."

“Every police officer will have a string of warning signals, and if nothing unexpected happens, this string of warning signals will follow him for the rest of his life.”

 “When the police officer dies, the police number will be sealed.”

 A lifetime? Seal?

But Tang Wan remembered that when he was living with his mother, there was a box that was hidden, and the password on it was this string of numbers!

But the person on the tombstone is not my mother, but an uncle, an uncle who has died long ago. Suddenly, the head teacher seemed to have remembered something and said, "There is another possibility that the siren will be restarted."

 “Even his descendants also joined the army.”

 “Inherit the warning of the elders, inherit the will of the ancestors, and continue to move forward.”

“Everyone in the Xue family is a hero, and no one is ashamed of the military uniform they wear.”

Tang Wan suddenly seemed to realize something, and she hurriedly ran towards the only building in the cemetery.

The head teacher behind him looked at Tang Wan who suddenly ran away and shouted loudly: "Tang Wan! What are you doing?"

 “No running around here!”

Tang Wan couldn't hear the head teacher's voice. In her mind, she remembered what her mother had said before.

-Tangtang, my mother's hometown is on a very secluded mountain. That mountain is full of vegetables and fruits. During the harvest season, my grandma and I go to pick fruits. Don't you know that your grandma's planting skills are terrible? Yes, the fruits grown are extremely bitter.

 —Have you seen this little wooden horse? When my mother was a child, my grandfather also made one for her. But my craftsmanship is not as good as your grandfather's. If he were still alive, he would definitely make one for you.

—In winter, there will be heavy snow in the sky, and the mountain will look like it is wearing a snow-white hat. When I was a child, I would go out and build a snowman, using carrots as the snowman's nose, hehe...

—Let me tell you, your grandfather is a disgusting person. He keeps pricking me with his beard, which hurts me.

At that time, Tang Wan only had a vague consciousness and didn't understand anything.

I just remember that it was a bright day, but it started to rain.

 The rain fell in my mouth, which was a bit bitter.

Panting, Tang Wan pushed open the heavy door, opened her legs and ran in.

Those things destroyed by the fire can no longer be seen in their original appearance.

 Only a dark, burnt little wooden horse was placed in a glass cabinet.

She felt her hands and feet were cold as she pieced together the past in her mother's mouth from these broken things.

Tang Wan climbed on top of the glass cabinet, lying on the glass with his whole body, looking at the little wooden horse inside with misty eyes.

 It's mom's little wooden horse.

Mom's craftsmanship is indeed not as good as grandpa's, and her work is not as majestic as grandpa's.

 She saw the handicrafts that her mother had mentioned. They were all burned to pieces and hung in the innermost part.

 My mother, like me, also lost her home when she was a few years old.

Tang Wan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch them.

 It seems that if you touch it, you will know that what your mother says is true.

 The elders in the family will like Tangtang very much. They will make many toys for Tangtang and stay with her.

 They will love Tangtang very much.

 She is not a child who is not liked by others.

 She came in anticipation.

Just as Tang Wan was crawling around on the glass cabinet, a pair of cold hands picked up Tang Wan.

Tang Wan's two little hands were still fluttering forward, trying to get closer to those things.

However, the person behind him said: "What are you doing here?"

 “You can't move things around here.”

Tang Wan recognized it as soon as he heard it. It was Si Huai's voice.

Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she could see nothing clearly, as if through a layer of fog.

 Finally, Tang Wan shouted with all his strength.

"mom…"

"Mother…"

 This is the home where I should exist!

 Thanks Jinzhiwanzhizhibaozi for the reward, I love you so much!

Thanks to Qiao Xixi and Danyu Sihan for their monthly votes. I love you so much!

good night, everyone.

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