Chapter 868: His Friends

The next morning, He Xiyan got up early. She walked to the window, opened the curtains, and found that it was white outside and it was snowing.

The weather seemed to be colder.

The hotel was indeed located in a remote area, with only a few resettlement communities around it and mountains not far away.

Chen Jiahang also got up. He put a coat on He Xiyan and tied a scarf for her. He was also dressed tightly, with a black coat and black boots.

"Is your friend's house far away?"

After leaving the hotel, He Xiyan couldn't help asking. They didn't have a car, and it was even more difficult to get a taxi in the snow.

Chen Jiahang didn't answer. Suddenly, he frowned, and a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes that He Xiyan didn't catch.

He walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and then told the driver an address that He Xiyan was stunned for a moment.

"Master, Malan Cemetery, thank you."

Cemetery?

He Xiyan was stunned, and the confusion on her face turned into shock. She had guessed a lot about his friend's possible identity before, but... he didn't expect that his friend was no longer alive.

The car finally stopped at the foot of a mountain in the suburbs.

When she got out of the car, He Xiyan saw the clear words "Malan Martyrs Cemetery" on the big stone.

It turned out that his friend was a soldier or a police officer. Did he die in the line of duty? He Xiyan followed Chen Jiahang with doubts.

He found that Jiahang walked into a flower shop at the entrance of the cemetery. The flowers sold in the flower shop were all used to commemorate the dead, with chrysanthemums being the most.

Chen Jiahang paid several hundred yuan and asked for eight bouquets of chrysanthemums. He handed two bouquets to He Xiyan and took six bouquets himself.

He Xiyan was more and more confused. She frowned but didn't ask, because she could see that Jiahang's face was not very good throughout the whole day, and he seemed very sad.

It seems that he is sad for his dead friend. Whatever she asked him at this time would only make him sadder.

After leaving the flower shop, they walked towards the cemetery. Because it was snowing, they walked a little slowly. This is the Martyrs' Cemetery. As the name suggests, the people buried here are all given the title of martyrs by the country.

Jiahang seemed to not know where his friend was buried. He walked from the first row of tombs, looked at the names on each tombstone, and then went to the second row, the third row... Finally, his footsteps stopped at the third tomb in the seventh row.

He Xiyan followed Jiahang. She looked at a tomb in front of her and saw what was written on the tombstone:

Tomb of Martyr Wang Yonghui, (X Country People's Defense Army, Fifth Commando) Park December 2016.

He Xiyan looked at the portrait on the tombstone. It was a young soldier who looked only twenty years old.

Is this the friend Jiahang said?

He Xiyan frowned. She looked at the man next to her and found that Jiahang's face was solemn and his face was a little paler than when he just came.

He just stood in front of the tomb, letting the cold wind blow on his face. He didn't say a word, just lowered his head, as if he was thinking or mourning.

He Xiyan could see the sadness in Jiahang's heart. She also lowered her head to mourn the dead young soldier.

After a while, she saw Jiahang raised his head, took out a bunch of chrysanthemums from the bag, squatted down, and gently placed them in front of the tomb.

After that, Jiahang came to a tomb next to it, the fourth tomb in the seventh row.