My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

Li Hu's voice, transmitted clearly through top-notch recording equipment, resonated throughout the entire live broadcast room and reached every corner of China.

That heartfelt and excited "thank you" struck the hearts of every audience member like a heavy hammer blow.

They looked at the young soldier on the screen, his skin dark, his lips chapped, but his posture upright like a pine tree.

Looking at his simple, heartbreaking stone house, and the endless, desolate snow-capped mountains covered in ice and snow visible through the window behind him.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of heartache,感动, and utmost respect, instantly overwhelmed everyone.

"Waaaaah... I can't take it anymore, I'm a grown man, and I'm crying my eyes out."

"These are the soldiers of our China! These are our most beloved people! Receiving the meager allowances, guarding the most arduous places, yet speaking the most passionate words!"

"‘Behind me lies my motherland.’ That sentence is fucking powerful! I feel like my blood is boiling!"

"Little Tiger! Don't cry! We're all here! We're all watching you! You're not alone!"

"Thank you for being there! Thank you for the millions of warriors like you! Because of you, we can enjoy our New Year's Eve dinner in the warmth of our homes!"

At this moment, the barrage of comments completely transformed into an ocean of respect.

And in the ancestral hall square of Wujia Village.

Wu You, who had been sitting quietly in front of the campfire, had already stood up when he was on the phone with Li Hu.

He didn't speak.

He just stood there quietly.

His small frame appeared exceptionally upright in the glow of the roaring campfire. After listening to Li Hu's words, he remained silent. He simply bowed slowly and solemnly to the young soldier on the distant frontier on the screen. His bow was precise, solemn, and filled with utmost respect. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The entire live stream, with its hundreds of millions of viewers, was stunned by this sight.

Their minds were blank, a void created by the sheer shock. Young Master… this was more than just simple respect. It was the highest praise for a hero, emanating from the depths of their souls!

"I...I fucking..." "I...I fucking...what did I see?"

"Young Master... he... he actually..." After a brief silence, the comments section exploded with an unprecedented, nuclear-level frenzy!

"I cried! I'm a 300-pound fat guy, crying like an idiot in bed! What kind of divine scene is this?!"

"I'm numb! I feel like all my understanding in this life has been completely overturned at this moment! This is the true vision! This is the true spirit of China!" "Salute! Everyone stand up! Salute to our most beloved people!!" "Salute!" "Salute!" In an instant, the entire live broadcast room was once again completely submerged by the overwhelming roar of "Salute!" In the video window, the young soldier Li Hu was also completely stunned when he saw Wu You bow to him.

His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and his mind was blank. He felt like he was dreaming. That was... Young Master! How... how could he bow to him? What did he do to deserve such a grand gesture? "No... no! Young Master! You... you mustn't!" Li Hu waved his hands frantically at the camera, his face filled with fear and unease.

His eyes were already blurred with tears. On the square, Wu You slowly straightened up. Looking at the young soldier trembling with excitement on the screen, a gentle smile, emanating from his heart, appeared on his face. "You deserve it." His voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, reached Li Hu's ears, and also the ears of every spectator. "My bow is not just to you, Li Hu." "I bow to the millions of unsung heroes like you, silently protecting our country."

"The Great Wall of Steel that I worship is the one you built with your youth and passion, the Great Wall of Steel for our Chinese nation."

"With you all here, the nation can be at peace." "With a nation, there is a home." Wu You's words resonated deeply! Hearing this, Li Hu could no longer hold back all the longing and grievances that had been building up in his heart. This man in his early twenties, a man of steel, at this moment, covered his face and wiped away tears like a child. His cries, broadcast live, echoed throughout China, breaking the hearts of countless people.

"Young Master..." Su Qinghuan's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Old Wang and Little Li beside her were already in tears.

At this time.

Su Qinghuan heard her assistant Xiao Li's voice, which was trembling with tears yet filled with surprise, coming through her earphones.

"Chairman! We've made contact with Li Hu's family! They're watching the live stream too! Now, you can get the signal!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghuan was overjoyed!

She knew that the first climax of the night was coming!

She forcefully suppressed the emotions in her heart and, speaking softly into the microphone in a warm and expectant tone, said, "Li Hu, don't cry."

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve.

"We have prepared a special New Year's gift for you."

Li Hu, who was crying, was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

He lifted his tear-streaked face and looked at the screen with some confusion.

next second.

A new video window popped up next to the small video window he was in.

An elderly couple, who looked to be in their fifties, dressed simply, with weathered faces, appeared in the window.

Behind them was a small, seemingly ordinary rural courtyard.

In the courtyard, red Spring Festival couplets were pasted up and red lanterns were hung.

On the table was a steaming hot New Year's Eve dinner.

The moment Li Hu saw the elderly couple, his body jolted violently!

His pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant!

His lips trembled, uttering sounds like a dream.

"Dad... Mom..."

The elderly couple were also stunned when they saw their son, whom they had been longing for day and night, on the screen.

Immediately, the elderly mother, whose face was full of wrinkles and whose hair was already somewhat gray, could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Tiger! My Tiger!"

She reached out, wanting to touch her son's face on the screen.

But all I could touch was a cold, hard screen.

"Mom..." Li Hu looked at his mother on the screen, who was crying uncontrollably, and his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife.

He burst into tears again.

"Mom! Your son is unfilial! Your son is so unfilial!"

"Silly child, why are you crying?" The old father, who had been silent all along and whose skin was dark and who looked like an iron tower, finally spoke up.

His eyes were already red.

But he held back his tears.

He looked at his son on the screen and asked in a hoarse voice, "Tiger, are you... cold over there? Are you... getting used to the food?"

"It's not cold, Dad! We have heating here!" Li Hu replied loudly, wiping away his tears, in a deliberately relaxed tone. "The food is good too! There's meat at every meal! Look at me, I've even gained weight!"

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, which, despite being dressed in a thick military overcoat, still appeared somewhat thin.

"What do you mean chubby? You're as skinny as a monkey." His mother looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "You've never liked carrots since you were little. You'd better listen to your superiors over there and not be picky about food."

"Okay, Mom." Li Hu nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. "Have you...have you had dumplings?" "Yes! Yes! Our instructor made dumplings especially for us today! Pork and scallion filling! They taste just like the ones you make!"

"Brother!" Just then, a new voice came from the video window.

A young girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a ponytail and a somewhat childish face, squeezed in front of the camera.

Yes, it is Li Hu's sister.

"Brother! Did you see that?! You're on TV! You're a big star now!" The younger sister's face beamed with immense pride and excitement. "The whole village is watching you! They all say you're the pride of our village!"

"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about?" Li Hu was a little embarrassed by his sister's words, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

The family of four chatted about everyday things across the screen and across thousands of miles.

They were saying the simplest and most basic things.

Are you cold? Are you eating well? Everything is fine at home, don't worry.

But these simplest words contain the deepest and most sincere emotions in the world.

The hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream watched this scene in silence.

They felt like they weren't watching a live broadcast.

Instead, they are personally experiencing a most authentic and moving Chinese-style family story.

At this moment, they truly understood the weighty significance of the five words "Though we are far apart, we share this moment."

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(Chapter 100!)