"Staff Officer Lian, good!"
Every time, during the heart-wrenching anthem sung before meals by Wei Liao's Police Communications Brigade, Stone's voice was always the loudest.
Those lines, as if still echoing in her ears—
"To speak from the heart, I too miss home, home where my elderly mother has hair turned all white; to speak from the heart, I too have love…but come on, since we've joined the army, we know our responsibility is immense..."
Fingers clenched into fists, thinking of the lost one's voice and smile, looking at the departed face, Lian Qiao's heart was tightly wrenched, and the tears burst forth like a dam breaking.
Yes, she remembered those hoarse shouts;
She remembered the loud cries during the ten-kilometer armed cross-country;
And that dark face in a military uniform...
