The Proud Life of Rebirth

The phone was answered as soon as it rang, obviously Tang Weiguo was waiting in front of the phone for news.

"Hey, brother, is there any news about Shaokun?" Tang Weiguo's eager voice came from the phone.

Although Mo Hongjun and Old Tang's family were at odds for a time, Tang Weiguo's name for him has never changed over the years. He has always been called Brother Mo Hongjun like his beloved wife.

Mo Hongjun felt a little sad in his heart, he said: "Wei Guo, I'm sorry for you and Hongyue."

Hearing what Mo Hongjun said, Tang Weiguo on the other side of the phone rang in his head.

After a while, he asked in a trembling voice, "Have you ... been sure?"

"It has been ten days. Although the body has not been found, it is basically confirmed."

There was silence on the phone.

After a few minutes, Tang Weiguo said with a choked voice, "Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago, but I still can't believe it."

"It's my fault, I should have stopped him." Mo Hongjun said.

Tang Weiguo let out a long breath and said: "I don't blame you. He knew the danger this time before he went, but he went anyway. This is his own choice. Although he is my son, he is also a Soldier! He died on the battlefield, he was a hero, and I should be proud of him."

Before Mo Hongjun could speak, he said again: "Brother, I want to be quiet, so I hang up first, and I will contact you later."

Listening to the beeping tone from the phone, Mo Hongjun took a deep breath and slowly put down the receiver.

He knew that Tang Weiguo must be in a very bad mood at this moment, and any parent would not be able to accept this kind of thing.

The next day, Shahu added Mo Shaokun's name to the sacrifice list for this mission.

Three days later, at the training base of Shahu, all the members of Shahu waited solemnly and watched the 23 names engraved on the martyr's tablet.

A new tomb was erected in the cemetery, with Mo Shaokun's photo and his personal story pasted on the tombstone. Because no body was found, it was an empty tomb, and some of Mo Shaokun's personal belongings were buried symbolically inside. go in.

Tang Weiguo, Mo Hongjun, Qin Qin and Yin Fei, who had just returned from the United States, attended together.

Qin Qin's eyes were red, and Yin Fei was crying into tears.

During this time, Yin Fei was in a bad mood. Ever since she had that dream, she was worried about Mo Shaokun every day, for fear that one day she would receive bad news. In just ten days, she lost a lot of weight.

But she didn't expect the nightmare to come true. When she received Qin Qin's call asking her to return home as soon as possible, she already had a premonition in her heart. Looking at Mo Shaokun and Yin Fei with a bright smile on the tombstone, she just felt It was as if someone had pinched her heart and squeezed it hard.

"Shaokun..." Yin Fei murmured, sobbing twice, she rolled her eyes and passed out...

Chapter 970

Mo Shaokun is dead!

This news swept through the circle in a very short period of time. Some people were sad and some cheered. As the saying goes, those who love each other feel pain and those who hate enemies are happy.

Kyoto, Lao Huang's house.

Huang Zijie looked at his father with a slight smile on his face and said: "It's really retribution. That kid was messing around in the capital and killed grandpa. Now it's finally his turn."

Papa Huang nodded, with a smile on his face, he said, "Man is doing what the sky is watching."

After a pause, he looked at Huang Zijie and said, "When something like this happened to the old Tang's family, let's go to express our condolences instead. In this way, you will go there tomorrow on behalf of the Huang family."

Huang Zijie was stunned, and then said with a strange smile on his face: "Dad, the old Tang family didn't hold a ceremony for that Mo Shaokun. They seem to want to deal with it in a low-key way. Isn't it appropriate for us to do this?"

"You don't know it hurts until you sprinkle salt on the wound." Papa Huang said with a little coldness in his eyes.

Huang Zijie smiled and didn't say anything else, he knew that his father asked him not to condolence, but to stimulate the old Tang's family!

At this time, I'm afraid that the members of Old Tang's family will be very unhappy, right?The old Huang family that was harmed by the old Tang family was almost doomed, and now they have been squeezed out of the top giants. In any case, it is time for the old Huang family to breathe a sigh of relief this time. Why don't you sprinkle some salt on the old Tang family's wounds? Are you worthy of what they did to Lao Huang's family?

With a slight sneer on his lips, Huang Zijie said, "By the way, I went to Anping to see my aunt some time ago."

"Well, how is your aunt?"

"It's almost the same as I remember, and it doesn't look old at all after so many years."

On the outskirts of Anping City, an inconspicuous car parked steadily in front of a villa.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man came down. He looked around first, and after seeing that there was no one around, he came to the villa and rang the doorbell.

Not long after, the door was opened with a gap, Huang Susu glanced at the man and let him in.

After entering the room, the man looked at Huang Susu with a complicated expression and said, "How many years have we not seen each other?"

"It's been 17 years, you're old." Huang Susu's eyes were also a little complicated, a little bit embarrassed.

The man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I am old, but you are still so young and beautiful."

Huang Susu didn't seem to be interested in the man's compliments, she turned around and walked towards the sofa with a chuckle, and said, "Sit down and talk."

The man nodded and stepped forward to sit on the sofa, Huang Susu poured a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him.

The man looked at the coffee and said, "Is there any tea?"

"Tea? I remember that you never drank tea before. On the contrary, you liked coffee very much." Huang Susu frowned.

Hearing this, the man looked up at Huang Susu and said, "I didn't expect you to remember this, but it's been so many years, and many things have changed."

Huang Susu didn't say anything more, got up and poured another cup of tea for the man.

The room fell silent, neither of them spoke, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

After a long time, Huang Susu took out a lady's cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The man turned to look at her and said, "I remember you don't smoke."

"As you said, after so many years, many things have changed." Huang Susu shrugged.

The man sighed softly, and said in silence for a moment: "How have you been all these years?"

Huang Susu shook her head, flicked the cigarette ash in her hand and said, "It's not good at all."

"I regret that I didn't take you away," the man said.

Huang Susu sneered and said, "Xinghui, don't be stupid, so what if I went with you back then? They have plenty of ways to find us."

If Mo Shaokun or Qin Qin were here, they would definitely recognize that the man who came to find Huang Susu was none other than Liao Xinghui, the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Central Ontario!

"What are you going to do now?" Liao Xinghui asked.

Huang Susu laughed at herself and said, "What else can I do? Either I will be arrested and shot by Huaxia, or I will be tortured to death when I go back. In short, I will die this time."

The Malay incident made all the elders of the council furious, and Huang Susu, the person in charge, was naturally going to be in bad luck.