Chapter 1478 Surely You Will Not Be Let Down

The boy's body is not yet strong, and the army green T-shirt is tightly attached to his body.

His face was covered with rain, but his eyes were determined, as if a young boy could already carry all the wind and rain.

The second photo was taken when he was eighteen, with a line of words Happy Eighteenth Birthday written under the photo.

But what is heartbreaking is that the background of the photo is not a high-end banquet with bright lights, but that he is lying on a stretcher with his eyes closed tightly, covered in blood. There are traces of blood and gunpowder smoke, and the camouflage jacket leaves a piece of cruelty of war.

The third photo shows him kneeling in front of a tombstone with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. There is a trace of tears on the face of the resolute man, and the sharp military uniform is particularly dazzling, which only sets off the loneliness and solemnity of the man.

That was his brother and his comrade-in-arms, who sacrificed himself to save him during the mission.

The fourth photo shows him and another man wearing a yellow-green military uniform, wearing a hat and holding a sniper rifle. They are leaning against a tree trunk in Africa, smiling at each other.

The two people in the photo had sallow complexions, tanned, chapped lips that were already bleeding, except for the pair of sharp black eyes and outline, it was almost impossible to see the man's handsome appearance.

The fifth picture shows him wearing a bulletproof vest and rushing out with a time bomb in his arms.

His expression was a bit ferocious and dignified, and he seemed to be yelling in the direction of the crowd again, telling his subordinates to evacuate the crowd, but he drove far away with the bomb in his car.

The sixth one is a little more peaceful, and it shows him staring at the big screen in front of him in the headquarters.

It's just that those eyes were bloodshot, because of a terrorist attack, he hadn't slept for ninety-six hours in a row...

Seventh, eighth, ninth...

Each one seems to record his narrow escape over the years.

He gave his life to protect this land, these people, and this country.

Su Xiangwan thought that what he protected for him would also protect him.

The blood and sweat shed must not be let down.

After posting the Weibo, Su Xiangwan helped Han Che and several seniors in the circle forward it.

After that, he called the person in charge of Dingsheng Entertainment and asked him to arrange for the company's popular artists to forward and spread it.

When the proprietress spoke, the person in charge naturally had no objection and fully cooperated.

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On the other side, Li Xiaoxiao also saw Weibo not long after.

After the accident, she often pays attention to the news on the Internet.

Looking carefully at those photos one by one, Li Xiaoxiao's eye circles couldn't help turning red.

After reading it carefully, Li Xiaoxiao sent Su Xiangwan a WeChat message: [Wanwan, thank you. 】

Su Xiangwan gave a blown-kiss expression: [Don't worry, it's not a big deal. I will post another wave of daily photos tomorrow, it's time to dedicate the beautiful photos you have treasured for many years! 】

Li Xiaoxiao smiled softly, sat on the bed and started a wechat with Su Xiangwan.

The two chatted for a while, and Si Mocheng opened the door and came in.

Glancing at Li Xiaoxiao who had already woken up, she said, "Go wash up, breakfast is almost ready."

"good."

After getting a response, Si Mocheng turned and went out.

After he left, Li Xiaoxiao didn't move, but first forwarded Su Xiangwan's Weibo, and then edited the news in the memo on the phone.

She didn't intend to hide behind him, she wanted to stand in front of others with him.

After editing for a while, Si Mocheng came in again. Seeing that she hadn't moved or got angry, he picked her up from the bed, threw her into the bathroom, and snatched her phone away.