Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 547 Are they fools?

Bai Mingwei stayed at Feng Qingchen's place for a long time, discussed the corresponding arrangements and follow-up for the assassin, and agreed on the plan to escort Li Xianzhao and some subsequent arrangements before leaving.

Before leaving, she asked: "Is your hand okay?"

Feng Qingchen showed an extremely surprised look, as if he was surprised that Bai Mingwei could find out that he was injured.

Slowly, the surprise turned into surprise, and a smile appeared on his face, as if a child waiting for his parents' mercy had received their parents' care for the first time.

A bright smile hung on his lips: "It's just a minor injury, it's not a problem at all."

In this way, Bai Mingwei said nothing more. After leaving him, she went to find Bai Yu and communicated her thoughts with Bai Yu.

After everything was ready, they also ushered in the day to return to the city.

……

On this day, the sky was gray, and the sky was filled with lead clouds, giving people the illusion that there would be a heavy downpour of rain soon.

However, it was only cloudy that day, and not a single raindrop fell.

As the door of the residence suddenly opened.

First, the guards carrying white flags filed out, lined up on the left and right.

Then came Bai Yu, who was dressed in plain clothes. He held his father's tablet and began his journey home as a male member of the Bai family.

Xiao Chuan followed him step by step, holding a plaque with the word "heroic spirit" written on it.

The expressions of both of them were very solemn, as if they didn't need to deliberately exaggerate, but they could still see the overwhelming sadness in their plain white clothes.

Immediately afterwards, ten coffins were carried out one after another, and the dark coffins glowed with an indescribable luster in the hazy weather.

Thick and cold.

And daunting.

The female family members followed behind the team, wearing linen and mourning. Their plain clothes, black hair, and red eyes were their most conspicuous signs.

In this team of only black and white, Bai Mingwei was wearing fresh clothes and armor, like bright red blood, splashing in the silver-covered world.

It's not that she doesn't want to wear sackcloth and show mourning for her father and brother, but she holds the tiger talisman and is now the leader of a hundred thousand border troops.

She represents the integrity of the entire team.

Anyone can wear mourning, but she cannot.

The filial piety cloth tied to her arm was the only exception she could make.

It can be seen from the whole team that Bai Yu supports the spirits as the male member of the Bai family, while Xiao Chuanyi takes on the responsibility of the Son of Man and leads the way for those heroic spirits who left their lives on the border.

Bai Mingwei, as the leader of the first army, led the entire team back to Beijing.

It was quiet at the door of the residence, no one passed by, and the team passed through the alley in front of the residence unimpeded.

But when he left the alley and came to the street, he saw a completely different scene in front of him.

Paper money flew all over the sky and fell to the ground in a thick layer.

And the people of the entire Pingcheng seemed to be out in force. On both sides of the wide streets, all kinds of men, women, old and young were kneeling, making the whole street packed.

Except for a passage in the middle, the left and right sides are blocked.

Some people are dressed in plain white, some are covered with linen, there are also women who have hairpins with white flowers picked from the mountains, and there are also children with young hair tied with white ribbons.

The paper money is white, and the paper money is also white.

On this day, the whole Pingcheng seemed to be covered with snow.

Bai Yu held the coffin, knelt down with Xiao Chuanyi, and spoke loudly: "Bai Yu, the seventh son of the Bai family, on behalf of my father, uncle, brother, and sister-in-law, thank you for sending me off!" Xiao Chuanyi's face was cold and solemn, and his voice was clear: "Bai Chuanyi, the youngest son of the Bai family, , on behalf of the martyrs whose blood is cold on the frontier, thank you for sending me off!"

There was no sound from the crowd, and the rustling of paper money being picked up by the wind could be heard clearly on the crowded streets.

After a period of silence, there was a faint sound of sad music coming from the far end of the long street.

As the team moved forward, the sound of mourning became clearer and clearer.

It turned out that someone stood on the high city wall and played funeral mourning music. The desolate music was carried by the wind and filled the sky over the entire Pingcheng.

I don't know who could hold it any longer and let out a low sob.

The low cry was as weak as a mosquito's moan at the beginning, but as the sobs became more and more numerous, they soon overshadowed the sorrow and joy.

Just like the raindrops in the sky, a few dropped at first, and when the raindrops became more and more dense, the sound poured into the eardrums like an overwhelming sound.

Everyone who was originally very calm was also infected by this strong sadness.

I couldn't help but get red eyes.

"deliver!"

A hoarse shout sounded from the back of the team.

There was a rustling of clothes, followed by the sound of knees hitting the ground. This was repeated three times, and then there was a cry.

Everyone didn't need to look back, they knew that the people behind them were kneeling to say goodbye.

The ignorant child asked aloud: "Grandpa, who are we sending away?"

The old man's voice was hoarse: "Those who use their bodies to block us when the enemy's swords are coming towards us."

The children became more and more confused: "Grandpa, are they fools? Why are they blocking the knife for us?"

The old man was stunned for a long time, and then he choked and said: "Yes, they are a group of fools."

The child curled his lips: "My grandson doesn't like fools."

The old man slowly explained: "There are many types of fools in this world. Some are stupid and behave abnormally; some are smart and do stupid things. And some fools are awe-inspiring."

The child asked crisply: "Then what category does our farewell belong to?"

The old man touched his grandson's head lovingly and explained patiently: "Our farewell belongs to the category that we should always remember."

"Because of them, we will not be killed by the cruel Beiyan people. Because of them, our food and land will not be robbed."

"It's also because of them that you can go to school and learn to read. My child, you have to remember that the most respectable people in the world are not just your parents."

"There are many unknown people who are doing great things. They sacrificed their lives for this, but their names may not even be known, but their sacrifices have brought peace and happiness to countless people."

The child tilted his head and asked, "Since they are unknown and no one knows their names, how should our grandchildren remember them?"

The old man said: "They are warriors, my good sons and daughters in Dongling, and they are heroes who sacrifice themselves to help others."

"The way you remember them is not to forget their efforts and sacrifices, and to cherish the life they created for us with their lives."

"As long as you live well and work hard, even if you don't achieve great things, you will live up to them and risk your life."

Hearing this, the child was silent for a moment, and then said, "They are still fools."

But the child's expression is no longer what it was before, and his little face is full of respect.

Finally, he kowtowed respectfully: "Send it to the hero!"

(End of this chapter)