This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Ron was silent.

Still unable to speak the silence.

He didn't dare to raise his head, but just looked down at the dirt on the ground.

The little boy was sensible, snatched the jug from the old man's hand like a little adult, stiffened his neck and said:

"Grandpa, drink less alcohol!"

The old man smiled, with a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth.

He said softly:

"Young man, don't learn from my brat..."

"A soldier must have the tough temper of a soldier. When it's time to make a move, you can't be vague."

He pointed to the horrible scar on his face, and suddenly said angrily:

"Pirates should be damned!"

"If it weren't for the old man, I am already old and my eyesight is not convenient. I will definitely sign up to join the navy, old man!"

The little boy held the old man's hand tightly, and there was a kind of firmness in his immature voice that didn't match his age. He gritted his teeth and said:

"It's okay! Grandpa, when I grow up, I will become an excellent navy!! I will wipe out the evil in the sea!"

The old man smiled gratifiedly, and raised his hand to rub his grandson's round head.

Ron looked at the scene in front of him, feeling empty and sour in his heart.

He couldn't help but said:

"Being in the navy is dangerous."

The little boy replied with a smile without hesitation:

"It's ok!!"

"Because being in the navy is very handsome!"

In the twilight, his eyes shone brightly.

Ron stared blankly at the little boy in front of him with a round-inch face and a square-shaped face, as if gradually overlapping with the gentle and familiar face in his mind.

With tears streaming down his face, he suddenly smiled brightly and nodded heavily:

"Yeah, being in the navy... is really cool."

Your dad... he's really, really... handsome.

Ron took a deep breath, looked at the old man's white washed clothes, and said in a deep voice:

"Old man, do you have any difficulties in life?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"The pension in this department is completely enough for us to live on, young people, you don't have to worry about it."

"Old man, I don't have any request, I just want to know..."

He pointed to the tomb in front of him, his wrinkled face became extremely serious, and there was an indiscernible...expectation in his tone.

"When my brat was fighting...was he brave?"

Ron froze.

In his mind, that majestic and shocking knife broke through the floodgates of memory.

At that point, Ron slowly sat up straight.

He looked at the old and the young in front of him solemnly and solemnly,

In a firm tone that has never been heard before, he said in a deep voice:

"Vice Admiral Huoshaoshan... is the bravest navy I have ever seen, bar none!"

The old man was startled when he heard the words, and then a relieved and gratified smile slowly appeared on that old face.

As if he remembered something, he took out an old notebook from his pocket and handed it to Ron.

"Almost forgot...Young man, I leave this to you."

"This is the notes my brat keeps pondering about his practice every day. It's useless to keep this thing at home. If you need it, you can take a look. Maybe it won't be of much help..."

"If you don't need it, if you have a chance, please help me find a suitable person for the old man, and give it to him."

Ron took it carefully and carefully, nodded and said:

"No problem, I'll take care of it, old man."

He lit the cigarette in his hand and placed it on the tombstone.

Bow deeply towards the tombstone.

Also bowed deeply towards the elderly and children.

"Old man, I have to go."

Ron tried to keep his voice calm.

The old man smiled and nodded.

"Go."

The little boy also raised his fist and said:

"Big brother, come on!"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Ron finally mustered up the courage to turn around and take a step.

After walking more than ten meters,

The old man's old voice suddenly came from a distance behind him.

"—You must survive, Mr. Ron."

These words pierced through the heart like a sharp sword.

Ron felt instantly struck by lightning.

His body trembled again, and he gritted his teeth tightly.

He didn't look back.

He didn't dare look back.

He could only clenched his fists tightly.

"I'll survive."

He gritted his teeth and said firmly.

Take it in stride.

His footsteps have never been so firm.

far behind,

The old man's drunken heroic laughter slowly echoed...

"It's worth it..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"That useless brat of my family, the hero who saved the navy!!"

"It's worth it!!"

He raised his thin hand and touched the cold tombstone gently, as if patting his son's head.

Cloudy tears flowed from the eyes that could not be opened for a long time.

"I really hope these eyes are not blind..."

"The young man who protected Marin Fando... must be very dazzling..."

He muttered with a drunken smile.

……

on the tombstone,

The hanging broken knife exudes a brave light;

under the tombstone,

Pale yellow wild chrysanthemums bloom in the morning dew.

This is the cemetery of Marlin Vandeau.

Those buried here are those who died fighting for justice.

Each of them is brave and handsome.

But what...

Behind this brave and handsome,

For their families,

What remains is nostalgia and nostalgia.

They, they will never see their dearest people again.

——Those ghosts that people fear in the graveyard are all people that others dream of seeing, but never see again.

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Beg for everything, this chapter is written with care.

In addition, there is a BGM "Soft Light" Yamada Toyon, the original name is in Japanese, you can find it on QQ Music, pure music, it is best to take it with this chapter.