Zhulan stood at the door and looked at Yang Wuchun carefully. After a year of not seeing each other, Wuchun had changed a lot. Wuchun's face was still smiling. Now Wuchun is becoming more and more majestic, and she still has a sarcastic spirit on her body. She stood in the yard without moving like a bloody knife. Wuchun's eyes were red, and Yulu was so scared that she hid in Li's arms.

Li was also so scared that he took a step back. Li muttered to himself that he was worthy of being a person from the battlefield, and his momentum was scary.

Yang Wuchun's throat moved and she knelt with red eyes, "Aunt, uncle."

Zhulan's eyes turned red in an instant. Although there was no fantasy in her heart, when she looked at Wu Chun's reaction, Zhulan couldn't help but burst into tears. After coming here for so long, she faced the death of her relatives for the first time, and she was hoarse, "Is it Wu Dong or Wu He?"

Yang Wuchun's nose sound was very strong, "It was Wu Dong. In order to save me, I felt ashamed of my grandfather's instructions and my parents."

It was his younger brother or the youngest brother who died. Wu Dong didn't even marry him, and he, the eldest brother, did not protect his younger brother well.

Zhulan cried. She still remembered the boy who loved to laugh and play. When she left, she joked with her, "Aunt, wait for me to bring back military achievements and make her beautiful."

Zhou Shuren's heart sank, and he stepped forward to help Wu Chun up, "Go into the house and say."

Wu Chun touched his tears. He walked up today in his younger brother's blood, "Yeah."

Li and Boss Zhou were very happy, but now they were both stupid. They only paid attention to Wu Chun's promotion and wealth, and never thought that all military generals were fighting for battle.

Li said quietly: "No wonder my parents are in a bad mood recently. It turns out that my parents have guessed it long ago."

Boss Zhou carefully recalled that after his parents saw Wu Chun, they were worried when they came back. That day, their parents guessed that Boss Zhou had a heavy nasal voice and his voice hoarse. Wu Dong, who called his cousin, was gone, and he couldn't help crying, "Why are they gone!"

Li also cried. Xuehan came back to his senses when he heard the crying. He knew that Wu Dong's cousin was really dead. He covered his mouth with a whimper and cried. Mingteng and Yulu were little. Mingteng was just what death was, but it was not very understandable. It was just that his parents cried, grandma cried, and the little guy cried. Yulu cried when she saw her brother crying.

Ma Eryue lowered her head, and it was obviously a happy thing, but she sighed in her heart. As a slave, he really didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only stand stupidly.

In the room, Zhulan wiped her tears and asked, "Where is Wuhe?"

Wu Chun said sadly: "Wuhe is injured. He is recovering from the Zheng family. It is probably healed."

Zhou Shuren didn't want to sprinkle salt on Wu Chun's wounds. His brother saved him. Wu Chun was the most painful thing. He moved his mouth and didn't ask any questions.

Wu Chun had red eyes, "They were all under my hands, we were ambushed. Wu Dong shouldn't have died, it was me who should have damn it. He blocked the knife for me. Damn it was me. I have children and daughters, and he hasn't gotten married yet!"

He had no face to see his parents and did not dare to face his grandparents.

Zhulan and Zhou Shuren had guessed it long ago, and their acceptance was better. They watched Wu Chun vent their repentance. They knew that Wu Chun had always been in his heart. He had never said any of them. He could not bear it when he saw his relatives in the capital.

Zhulan stared at Wu Chun's eyes, and Wu Chun's eyes were covered in blood. This was because he had not had a good rest after Wu Dong's death. Among everyone, Wu Chun's heart was the most tormented.

Wu Chun slapped herself hard, Zhulan wanted to step forward and hold her extended hand and stopped. She and Zhou Shuren looked quietly, and Wu Chun sat down on the ground crying loudly, crying with regret.

Wu Chun cried for a long time, but after a long time, he slowly calmed down.

Zhou Shuren stepped forward and helped Wu Chun up, "The battlefield is ruthless, you can't stop all the responsibility on yourself. You decide to go to the battlefield to fight for the Yang family, and you have the worst preparations in your heart. Wu Dong's spirit of heaven doesn't like to see you always live in regret."

Wu Chun's voice was completely hoarse, "Uncle."

He knew, he knew, that he forgot when Wu Dong died, and smiled at him and said that it was great that he could live.

Don’t look at my usual laughter, this kid knows everything. Not only is he the elder brother saving him, but he also believes that he is the hope of the Yang family.

Later, even Wuhe was stabbed for him, but Wuhe was determined to hold on to reinforcements, but Wuhe was also seriously injured and did not participate in the war later. When he left the northwest, Wuhe had just been able to get off the ground.

Wu He knew that he was in pain and his injuries were not healed. Wu He insisted on seeing him. Wu He said that he and Wu Dong were willing to die for him.

Zhulan's eyes were red and swollen, and she was hoarse in her voice, "Have Wu Dong brought back his body?"

Wu Chun sniffed, "I sent someone to escort Wu Dong's body back to my hometown. I should have followed me, but the war was not over and I couldn't leave. Later, I went to Beijing again. According to time, I should have arrived at my hometown."

He didn't have that much money on him, so he borrowed a lot of money from the Zheng family.

Although there were many desperate people who were willing to spend money and escort the body was not in danger of life. As long as the money was enough, they would be happy to do it.

Zhou Shuren patted Wu Chun, "You've done a good job."

He has learned that there are too many dead people who clean the battlefield on the battlefield. Some of them burn on the spot, and the better ones can clean the battlefield and bury them together. Only some military generals with official rank will be transported back separately.

Wu Chunneng came back from the battlefield with Wu Dong's body and asked someone to send the body home. He has done a good job.

Zhulan was worried about her parents. She was old and didn’t know if she could bear it.

In Sunjia Village, Wu Dong's body has been buried. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the Yang family is filled with sadness.

Yang Dayong locked himself in the room for two days and called out his two sons. Yang Dayong looked at his eldest son's hair that had turned a lot white, closed his eyes and opened it quickly, "Boss, you must want to know why I left Wu Dong and Wu He alone later!"

Yang Zhumu lowered her head, "Dad, needless to say, I have guessed it."

Yang Zhulin had red eyes, "Dad, you are right."

Yang Dayong felt heartbroken, "Wu Dong and Wu He are both good kids. If you want to blame me, blame me. They all listen to me. Wu Chun cannot die."

Yang Zhumu choked and said, "Dad, I understand that Wu Chun is also Wu Dong's biological brother. He is happy that Wu Dong can save his brother, but his son has no complaints."

Yang Zhulin, "My son has no complaints."

Yang Dayong's hands were shaking. He had been on the battlefield. He knew that life was not life on the battlefield. He had been mentally prepared for three grandsons. It would be great if one could survive. Now he should be happy if two survived, but why did his heart hurt so much!

In the capital, Yang Wuchun finally calmed down and was about to make a contribution, Boss Zhou came in, "Dad, Zheng Hong is here."
Chapter completed!