Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

"Ms. Chen Jia, these are all the things that the boss left behind..."

Yang Wei was wearing a neat and straight military uniform, holding a neatly folded uniform in both hands.

Chen Jia stretched out his hand and touched every bloodstain on the military uniform with trembling hands, and said nothing for a long time.

The night before the mission, the boss told him that if he unfortunately died, he hoped Yang Wei could bring him back here.

Yang Wei lived up to the boss's last wish and solemnly placed the military uniform in her hands, "Take care!"

Yang Wei and the soldiers behind him saluted together. Yang Wei's eyes were filled with tears and his eye sockets were red. He held back his tears and left Daqing Village.

"Sister Jiajia——" Song Xiaoyu looked at her worriedly.

Chen Jia shook her head and said, "I'm fine." She was just a little confused, just a little bit.

It's a pity that he is still so young.

Chen Jia gently put down her clothes and watched the coffin close.

Yang Wei said that his body would be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery together with many like-minded predecessors - he should not be lonely.

She found a Feng Shui spot on the top of a mountain where she could see the sunrise, built a simple cenotaph for him, and carved a simple stone tablet.

"From now on, let's guard this place together, okay?" She put down a plain white chrysanthemum and waved goodbye.

The children knew that a hero who sacrificed his life defending his country was buried on the top of the mountain, so they would always come together to visit and offer the wild flowers they had picked on their way up.

Sometimes, I can see Teacher Chen sitting in front of the tomb; sometimes, there is only a chrysanthemum in front of the tomb...

As the children grew up, the number of people offering sacrifices to Zhao Zhou increased instead of decreased every year. It was like the tradition of this mountain village, passed down from generation to generation.

Chen Jia was getting older and could no longer climb the mountain, so Xiaohu carried her up the mountain to visit her.

Song Xiaoyu and Wang Xiaoshu, who returned to the village to develop, got together, and Chen Jia even attended their wedding.

Chen Jia is getting older and can no longer bear the long-distance travel, so every time she goes, her younger brother and his family come from far away to visit her.

Their parents also died one after another, and Chen Jia was so grief-stricken that her body seemed to collapse overnight.

Despite being old, frail and sickly, Chen Jia still serves as the principal, managing every aspect of the school.

Song Xiaoyu and her children continued to take care of Chen Jia and treated her as their own mother.

Chen Jia sat quietly in front of the window with a wide shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Occasionally, when a gust of wind blew over, she couldn't help coughing once or twice.

At this time, Song Xiaoyu would always run over, quickly close the window, and scold her for not paying attention to her health.

"I'm here with you!" Chen Jia smiled amiably. Song Xiaoyu was completely defeated and muttered quietly, "It's better to have someone here!"

When people leave, they become the lingering white moonlight.

She had always felt that Jiajia was going to live alone until the end of her life. After that person left, this feeling became even more obvious.

She could only spend more time with Sister Jiajia to give her some comfort.

When Chen Jia was 67 years old, he was named one of the top ten people who moved China.

This was her first time to go to the capital, so Song Xiaoyu and her whole family went with her. They were very considerate along the way, fearing that Chen Jia would not be able to adapt to the climate there.

She completely ignored the fact that she was already in her fifties. Every time she was in front of Chen Jia, she seemed to be the girl who never grew up.

It would be more accurate to say that she cannot live without Chen Jia rather than taking care of her.

Song Xiaoyu's husband Wang Xiaoshu has become accustomed to the ranking of his wife's status in her heart, and he is definitely at the bottom.

Chen Jia has been teaching in mountain villages for more than 30 years and has sent out many batches of students.

No matter what their future achievements will be, when they mention Teacher Chen, they shed tears and speak sincerely, with every word full of gratitude.

Once Chen Jia's story was broadcast, the Jiuling Mountain, which had long been no longer silent, became more active, and the number of college students or teachers coming to Daqing Village to teach increased several times.

There are even a few professors who retired early.

"Host Jianjia, no, Mr. Chen, I grew up watching your live broadcasts. Seeing you stick to this mountain village year after year, I feel very ashamed! My wife supports me very much. We decided to retire early and come here to support the construction of the mountain village!"

The two professors are well-mannered and knowledgeable.

The classes were interesting and fun, and many students liked the two teachers very much. They were very enthusiastic when they saw them.

Chen Jia watched all this with a smile, feeling that everything she did was meaningful.

The day when Chen Jia felt that she didn't have much time left, she sat in front of the window with a calm expression, holding a wooden comb in her hand, combing her silver hair one by one.

She fixed her hair with a clip and walked around the campus as usual, nodding to everyone who greeted her.

I took some time to go up the mountain in the afternoon. "Long time no see. You see, I am old now. I can't walk or climb mountains anymore. I guess I won't come again in the future..."

"Teacher Chen, if you want to come, I'm always free!" Wang Xiaohu said anxiously.

"Good boy!" Chen Jia patted him with a smile, "I was just sighing, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Hehe." Wang Xiaohu scratched his head innocently.

After school, Chen Jia stood at the school gate and said goodbye to every child. Her smile was kind and amiable.

"Grandma Chen, see you tomorrow!"

"Grandma Chen, let me tell you, my parents like you very much too! You are our favorite teacher..." The last child came forward and whispered in her ear.

"I heard you, thank you for your love!" Chen Jia also spoke to him quietly.

"Then Grandma Chen, see you tomorrow!" The child skipped away.

"Good boy, walk slower--" Chen Jia reminded from behind.

"I know!" the child responded loudly.

"Sister Jiajia, you are in such a good state today!"

Song Xiaoyu looked at her and suddenly felt a little worried for no reason.

Chen Jia smiled and hugged her tightly, "Xiaoyu, thank you!"

Song Xiaoyu blushed, "What are you thanking me for? We are sisters, what is there to thank me for?"

"Come with me for a walk in the village..."

"Okay." Song Xiaoyu supported Chen Jia, and the two of them turned around slowly.

Chen Jia used the dividends from the village to build a hospital on that piece of land. Now there are many doctors and nurses working here, most of whom are Chen Jia's former students.

“That’s great, that’s great…”

Chen Jia looked at the newly renovated Daqing Village in front of her and nodded continuously, feeling very pleased.

"It's all thanks to Sister Jiajia!" Song Xiaoyu said proudly.

"It's your credit, and everyone else's." Chen Jia corrected her.

"I don't care, Sister Jiajia has made the greatest contribution!" Song Xiaoyu refused to listen and insisted on her own opinion.

Chen Jia smiled and patted her hands. She didn't argue and gave in to her as she did before.

They had dinner together and said goodnight to each other before going to bed.

The next day, the room was cold and quiet.

Song Xiaoyu lay on the bed, crying uncontrollably, holding Chen Jia's cold hands tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter what.

……

It is still the green mountain that guards the village. A tomb has quietly appeared on the top of the mountain, and the offerings in front of the tomb have never stopped.

The dead are gone forever, but the living carry on their aspirations!