"Good child, it's good that you know." Principal Chen placed the chrysanthemum in his hand on the newly filled soil. He looked at the kind-looking old man in the black and white photo and smiled too. "Uncle, you can meet your old comrades now. Ye Jian and I will visit you frequently to accompany you."
Xia Jinyuan put down the white chrysanthemum in his hand and kowtowed respectfully. "Uncle, I'm afraid that I won't have much time to visit you. Please forgive me. However, if Ye Jian wants to come back and I happen to accompany her, I will definitely come back with her to visit you."
After the last farewell, white chrysanthemums were placed on the tomb. The kind old man kept smiling as he looked at them. It was as if he was still alive. His pair of wise eyes silently encouraged every soldier.
