The residents in the community watched these soldiers leave the community with three people. After they left, one of the women couldn't help but say, "I'm guilty, something must have happened to the Qian family's son."

"Can you accumulate some virtue in your mouth? You can't speak well?" A man next to him immediately glared at him.

"Why can't I speak well? Haven't I seen those soldiers? Otherwise, how could I come back to pick them up?"

"What happened, why, isn't it to protect us? They are martyrs."

"Hey, how can this person who left orphans and widows to live?"

"How to live? Just remarry with your children. Wang Lin is so beautiful, but it's not that she can't get married."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is there anyone who says that?"

"What's wrong with me talking? Yes, if something happened to Qian Xudong, he was a martyr. The problem is that Wang Lin would no longer pursue the right to live? Even if the martyr's wife could not remarry? Otherwise, would it be possible to expect a woman to support this family?"

"No... Isn't that what you said, who said the martyr's wife can't remarry?"

"Didn't that meant just now?"

"Okay, don't make arguing anymore. Xudong died. People are supported by the country. Why are you all quarreling? You can help you with more in the future."

The people in this community started arguing first, but everyone soon parted.

Communities in modern society, such as these old communities, are still aware of each other, while young people have long since disappeared from each other.

Han Shuang and the others didn't know what was going on behind them, but when they got in the car, Wang Lin said firmly: "Go to the kindergarten and pick up my daughter."

"But..." Han Shuang hesitated for a moment.

"She is over three years old and almost four years old. She understands everything she should understand. There are some things I can't hide. His father is a hero, and she should know." Wang Lin said softly.

"Okay." Han Shuang nodded silently. This was Wang Lin's choice, and Han Shuang had no way to help her make a decision.

The convoy turned to the direction of the kindergarten where Wang Lin's daughter went. The kindergarten was not far away, and it was only a few minutes. No one else got off the car, and only Han Shuang accompanied Wang Lin to pick up the child.

Han Shuang was waiting at the entrance of the kindergarten. After waiting for about ten minutes, Wang Lin walked out of the kindergarten with a little girl with a braid.

"Mom, just like dad, I am a PLA aunt." When the little girl came out, she immediately pointed at Han Shuang and said with a smile.

"Well... like dad." Wang Lin forced a smile and then spoke.

"Hello, auntie, mom said you are here to pick us up, right?" the little girl asked as she smiled and looked at Han Shuang.

"Yes. I'll take you to pick up your dad." Han Shuang nodded seriously at her.

"It's great. I can see my dad again. Dad hates it so much. I stay for a few days when I come back and then I won't come back for a long time. But my mother said that Dad is the People's Liberation Army and wants to defend his country, to protect us, so I can't be at home every day, so I won't be angry with him."

"Auntie, are I right?" The little girl was very lively, but she was very happy to see that she could see.

The tears in Wang Lin's eyes, who was holding her, flowed down again, and her whole body became soft and she almost fell.

Fortunately, Han Shuang directly reached out to support her.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The little girl looked at her mother with some confusion.

"Mom is fine, can you be hugged by aunt?" Han Shuang took over with a smile.

"Okay." The little girl stretched out her hands obediently. I wonder if she was because her father was a People's Liberation Army and often saw this military uniform, so she was very relieved about Han Shuang.

He reached out and hugged the little girl. Han Shuang knew her name, and her name was Qian Xiaoyuan.

Only Wang Lin next to him is sad at this moment, who can feel it?

He got into the car with Qian Xiaoyuan in his arms, and the convoy set off again. Han Shuang, Wang Lin and Qian Xiaoyuan were in the same car, and Qian Xudong's parents were in another car.

This place is a little far from the military airport. They are going to the military district here, and Qian Xudong's urn will fly directly from the military district there by a transport plane.

The military airport is not close to here, and the convoy will take about two hours to arrive.

When they were about to arrive, Qian Xiaoyuan was already asleep in Han Shuang's arms.

"Although she gets angry every time her father comes back, every time I know she still misses her father very much, so she, as a child, likes to watch some military TV series with my parents instead of cartoons."

"She can't understand the plot, but she likes the people in the same military uniform as her father."

As Wang Lin said that, she couldn't help crying again. Han Shuang stretched out one hand and grabbed Wang Lin's hand. She knew that at this moment, Wang Lin's heart was not only sad but also confused.

Because she suddenly didn't know what the future would be like, the future of this family depends on her.

The convoy soon arrived at the military region. When their convoy stopped, when Wang Lin and the others got out of the car, although they were heartbroken, they were still shocked by the scene in front of them.

At this moment, there were thousands of people standing neatly on the airport.

All the soldiers were wearing regular clothes, standing horizontally and vertically, like javelins, without any movement.

Han Shuang didn't know about these specifications, but Jiang Hai was arranged, but the martyrs would not be overly treated with any specifications.

The transport planes in the distance have begun to land, and Han Shuang and the others are waiting here silently.

"Mom, what are we doing?" Qian Xiaoyuan looked at everything solemn around her with curiosity, and she whispered.

"We are waiting for dad." Wang Lin could no longer hold back her sadness and said directly crying.

"Mom...Why are you crying? Mom, tell me that crying is not a good child." Qian Xiaoyuan stretched out her white little hand and gently wiped away Wang Lin's tears, but at this moment, Wang Lin's tears were wiped more and more.

"Mom knows, but do you know Xiaoyuan? Your father is a hero, an eternal hero." Wang Lin cried and stretched out her hands to stroke Qian Xiaoyuan's little face and said.

"Well, I know, dad is a big hero." Xiaoyuan nodded seriously.

"Well, but Xiaoyuan, dad is like a hero in a cartoon to save the world, so he will never come back." Wang Lin cried while holding Qian Xiaoyuan.
Chapter completed!