I asked you to tell fortunes live, are you trying to snatch people from the King of Hell?

Chapter 153 Martyrs Cemetery
Looking up, there are tombstones as far as the eye can see.

Some tombstones have photos of the martyrs, while others only have the martyrs' names and a line of small introduction.

Those with photos are all martyrs who died in the past ten or twenty years, while those without photos were martyrs who died decades ago.

Decades ago, China was still in the midst of war and there was no time or leisure to take photos.

They are all using their lives to protect their home and country.

Although the young couple did not experience that era, they couldn't help but tear up when they saw those tombstones.

My throat feels a little uncomfortable.

[Why, I feel like crying. ]

[You are not alone, I have already cried {tears}, woo woo woo]

【We can live in peace today because of the heroic struggles of our ancestors. 】

[Although, let me interrupt you. Isn’t it said that taking photos is not allowed at the Martyrs’ Cemetery? So live streaming should not be allowed either, right?]

[As long as you have respect in your heart, the ancestors should not mind. 】

【….…】

Netizens also responded on the barrage.

The further they went in, the fewer tombstones with photos there were.

The man suppressed the heavy emotion in his heart and asked, "Master, which way should we go now?"

"Go up some more steps and then go to the right. There is a small wooden house and the child is inside."

In front of the cabin.

The man carefully pushed open the wooden door and saw a little boy lying on the ground.

The boy's eyes were narrowed tightly, like two thin lines, and his mouth was slightly open, like a cute little angel.

Looking closely, it was his missing son.

The woman's body was shaking and her legs were weak. "Master, what happened to my son?"

"Don't worry, he just fell asleep." Su Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, the woman quickly stepped forward, picked up her son, and called him softly.

"Son, son, wake up."

The child opened his eyes, still half asleep and half awake, and looked at the woman. He raised his hand cutely and rubbed his eyes. This time he was finally fully awake.

"Mommy mommy"

"Baby, Mommy is here."

[I really envy this kid for his sleep quality. He can sleep anywhere.]

[I am very particular about my bed. It is hard for me to fall asleep no matter where I sleep.]

[The kid is really brave. How dare he come here alone? ]

[What's so scary about the Martyrs' Cemetery? They were there to protect us when they were alive, and they won't harm us even after they die.] [I would be scared if I went to a cemetery, but not when I go to a Martyrs' Cemetery. I just feel solemn, serious, and safe.]

【Why are you afraid of sleeping in a cemetery? Because the people in the cemetery are strangers. Those who died of natural causes are fine, but those who died of accidents, died in vain, or died suddenly are very tragic. You are afraid that they will become evil spirits and harass you, and you don’t know them, so you are particularly afraid. It’s better if they are relatives. However, those in the martyrs’ cemetery are those who defended the country, for the motherland, and for future generations, and willingly gave their lives. Although you don’t know them, they will make you feel that they will protect you. They are strangers, but not strangers. There is a unique sense of intimacy. So, why are they the cutest people?】

"Master, why is my son here?" The man felt strange because he had never brought his children here before.

[Could your son be the reincarnation of a martyr? He recalled his former comrades and came to find him.]

[Maybe it is. A few days ago, there was a kid on the Internet saying that he was a firefighter in his previous life and died saving people.]

[It is said that some children can remember things from their past lives. Maybe your son is in this situation as well.]

[It is great to have a martyr as a child. I hope there will be a martyr who will come to me as a mother. I will definitely take good care of them.]

"Baby, tell mom, you were with grandma, so why are you here?" The woman looked at the child gently.

"Uh, I... I..." The little boy looked at the ground guiltily and remained silent.

"Are you hungry, baby? Mommy will take you to eat your favorite cake later. Okay?"

The little boy shook his head and whispered, "Baby, I'm not hungry. Uncle has food for me."

"Uncle? Where is the uncle?"

"It was the uncle outside. There was a little girl in a skirt who asked me to play with her, so I played with her for a while."

"But when I wanted to find grandma, I couldn't see her. I walked for a long time but couldn't find you, so I sat on the ground and cried." When the little boy said this, he secretly glanced at his father.

Normally his father wouldn't let him cry, saying that a real man wouldn't cry easily.

"Then a few uncles asked me why I was crying. I said I couldn't find my parents, so they brought me here. When I was hungry, the uncles gave me cakes to eat."

"He also said that when I wake up, my parents will be here."

【I have a bold guess.】

[I guessed it, too.]

At this time, Su Chen spoke.

"Yes, it's what you think."

【I cried so hard that I couldn’t help but burst into tearsπ_π. 】

【But why didn’t they reincarnate? 】

"Because even if they sacrifice themselves, they still want to continue to defend the land of China and protect their people." Su Chen.

【I remember my childhood playmate, who was possessed by evil spirits when he was young. He had a high fever and was confused. The hospital and the gods could not help him. Finally, his grandfather held him and said to his family, "I will go and ask for help." His grandfather said to the garden, "Brothers, please help me. Our grandson has been possessed by evil spirits. Please help me." That night, his fever subsided. He said that night, he vaguely felt many warm hands touching his head, which made him feel very relieved. It was the most comfortable night of sleep in so many days. The next day, he was full of energy and seemed to be fine. 】

Netizens in the live broadcast room also shared similar experiences.

[I would walk through the Martyrs' Cemetery every day after work, and occasionally I would bring a bottle of wine to pay my respects, and even [smile] I would take a snack from a martyr. When I was hungry, I thought I would take a few pieces to try (donkey rolls). I never felt scared, this is the Martyrs' Cemetery! They only care about us!!!]

[When I have a break, I can sit in the Martyrs Cemetery for a day and slowly read the words on the martyrs’ tombstones. Later, I wanted people to understand their deeds. Now I am a guide at the local cemetery.]

PS: My data has been very low recently, and I have no motivation to write~~. Some of the short stories in it are made up by myself, and some are adapted from what I have seen or heard or real life. This short story was specially written for National Day to pay tribute to the martyrs. I wonder if you like it?
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