Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The autumn rain fell incessantly, like fine silk threads, enveloping the entire provincial capital in a desolate, misty drizzle.

The Jiangnan Provincial Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery is solemn and dignified, with its pine and cypress trees creating a respectful atmosphere.

Liu Ming, holding a black umbrella, walked slowly alone on the slippery stone steps. He wasn't wearing the suit that symbolized power, but just a simple black trench coat, the hem of which was wet from the rain and clung to his legs, feeling somewhat cold.

Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao followed him at a distance.

Two equally stunning women, both holding a black umbrella and dressed in simple clothes, did not approach to disturb him. Instead, they gazed quietly at the somewhat lonely figure in the rain with eyes full of tenderness and affection.

They knew that this moment belonged only to him and his father, who had been wronged for ten years.

……

Deep within the cemetery, a row of newly erected white marble tombstones, washed clean by the rain, appear exceptionally white and dazzling.

Liu Ming stopped in front of one of the tombstones.

There was no ornate epitaph on the tombstone.

There was only one simple line of text, yet it carried immense weight.

—The Tomb of Liu Jianguo, a Revolutionary Martyr.

Below is a small black and white portrait of the deceased.

The man in the photo is wearing black-rimmed glasses, and he has a gentle smile with clear yet firm eyes.

That was the last image of her father in Liu Ming's memory.

"dad."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the pattering rain.

He slowly squatted down.

He reached out and carefully wiped the cold rainwater off the tombstone with his sleeve.

The movement was so gentle, like stroking the face of a loved one.

I've come to see you.

He took out a small, flat wine flask from his pocket.

That was an old military flask that my father loved to use when he was alive.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and slowly poured the clear, mellow liquid, which exuded a rich aroma of grains, onto the bluestone slab in front of the tombstone.

"This is your favorite drink, a 50-year-old Fenjiu."

"I brought it to you."

"If you get cold over there, have a sip to warm yourself up."

He then took out a document from his briefcase, which was wrapped tightly in kraft paper.

It bears the bright red seal of the Supreme People's Court.

—Luo Binwang, death sentence.

He didn't say anything.

However, he took out a windproof lighter.

"Clatter".

A cluster of pale blue flames danced stubbornly in the wind and rain.

He lit a corner of the "Book of Life and Death," a document powerful enough to shake the entire Jiangnan province.

Flames erupted instantly!

He devoured and licked those black, sinful lead characters, bit by bit.

"dad."

Liu Ming looked at the paper that twisted, struggled, and finally turned to ashes in the flames, her eyes as calm as a bottomless lake.

"The person who harmed you is already on their way."

"And those demons and monsters who followed him and acted arrogantly and domineeringly, they all went down to join him."

"The sky over Jiangnan Province is now clean."

"Those ordinary people who were bullied by them will be able to stand tall and live a good life from now on."

"besides……"

He paused, turned around, and glanced at the two stunningly beautiful women who were standing quietly in the rain, holding an umbrella for him.

A faint, yet warm smile appeared on his lips.

"...Your son has grown up too."

"He is now the deputy director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission."

"Although my official rank isn't high, I haven't disgraced you."

"and……"

"...He also found a wonderful girl, someone he would spend his whole life protecting... "

"Oh, no, that's not right."

"There are two."

"If you see my mother over there, please tell her not to worry."

"Son, everything is fine."

……

The rain gradually stopped.

The dark clouds on the horizon dispersed.

A magnificent rainbow stretches across the sky.

That verdict, burdened with too many sins, finally turned into a wisp of smoke in the flames and dissipated into the world cleansed by the rain.

Liu Ming slowly stood up.

He stared at the cold tombstone.

Looking at the gentle smile in the photo.

He bowed deeply three times.

Then he straightened his back.

Like a pine tree that has been bent over by wind and rain for ten years, yet remains unyielding.

He turned around and looked at the brand-new world after the rain, and the two women smiling at him.

he knows.

Starting today.

That "Shura," burdened with a blood feud and walking in the darkness, is dead.

The survivor is a completely new person, fighting for this land and its people...

National scholar.

"dad."

He silently recited it in his mind.

"I did it."

"You can rest in peace now."