jdhmnovel Chapter 210 Wang Qi, Don’t Leave
Chapter 210 Wang Qi, Don’t Leave
Wang Qingyu took Nan Qiao into the yard. The road in the yard was wide and flat, and the green plants on both sides were neatly trimmed.
The two walked through the yard and headed straight for the front door. As soon as they reached the door, Nan Qiao saw Fang Xuyao coming out of the room inside.
He who always had a nonchalant smile on his face in the past now looked sad and serious.
Nan Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Fang Xuyao, why are you here?"
Fang Xuyao raised his hand and touched his nose, then said softly, "General Wang asked me to come."
Nan Qiao wanted to ask more, but saw that Wang Qingyu had already entered the house. She hurriedly followed him in, her heart tightening, wondering what Wang Qi's situation was.
Nan Qiao hurried into the room, her steps hurried and frantic. The room was filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, and her eyes instantly locked on Wang Qi, who lay on the sickbed.
At this time, Wang Qi was on his deathbed. His thin face was pale and his once sharp eyes had lost their former luster. A faint light was visible in his deep eye sockets.
His breathing was extremely weak, and the rise and fall of his chest was so slight that it was almost imperceptible. Every difficult breath was accompanied by a painful wheezing sound in his throat, as if life was being drained away from his body bit by bit.
Seeing Nan Qiao coming in, Wang Qi used all his strength and slightly raised his trembling hand.
Nan Qiao hurried forward and held his dry and cold hand tightly.
Nan Qiao's tears welled up in her eyes. She tried hard not to let them fall, and choked up and said, "Wang Qi, don't leave."
Wang Qi shook his head gently, his eyes filled with affection and reluctance. He said weakly, "Qiaoqiao, there are some things I have kept in my heart. Now... I'm afraid if I don't say them now, I'll never have the chance again."
"I've seen countless people and things in my life, but ever since I first saw you, my heart has been unable to calm down. I love you, a love I've never dared to express out loud, fearing it would cause you trouble and ruin our friendship."
"But now, I am satisfied to see you one last time before I die."
When Nan Qiao heard this confession, she could no longer hold back her tears. They burst out, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto Wang Qi's hand.
Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but her throat was choked by grief.
Wang Qi's gaze always stayed on Nan Qiao, and the love and attachment in his eyes seemed to engrave her figure deeply in the depths of his soul.
He looked at Nan Qiao, his gaze lingering on the combat uniform and the combat backpack she hadn't taken off yet. A faint smile slowly appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he said in a weak voice, "You... are still exactly the same as when I first met you."
His eyes began to blur and his eyelids slowly drooped, but his face still had a peaceful smile. Finally, his hands slid down weakly and he closed his eyes peacefully.
Wang Qi's departure was like the fall of a giant star in the flower-growing country, setting off a huge wave of grief.
Wang Qingyu stood there in a daze, tears welling up in his eyes. Although he had known that this day would come sooner or later, when the moment really came, the sadness in his heart still overwhelmed him like a surging tide.
"Ancestor..."
He looked at Wang Qi'an's peaceful face, and his mind kept emerging with the little things he had experienced with his ancestors in the past. Those teachings and the care they showed him had now become the most precious yet the most painful memories.
The other younger generations of the Wang family also gathered around, and sobs and low cries filled the room.
Some of them collapsed on the ground, overwhelmed with grief; some supported each other, trying to find a little comfort in this great sorrow.
General Wang devoted his entire life to the country and the people, and was a highly respected elder in the family. His departure made the entire Wang family feel as if they had lost their backbone and fell into deep grief.
Outside, the news media quickly learned of General Wang's passing. Major news channels interrupted their programming to report the tragic news in a solemn and poignant tone: "Today, General Wang Qi, a great military commander and founding father of our nation, passed away."
"General Wang Qi dedicated his life to military service and made tremendous contributions to the nation's defense. His heroic deeds, outstanding leadership, and selfless dedication to the country and its people will be forever etched in the history books."
"His passing is a great loss to our military and to the nation as a whole..."
As the news spread, the whole country was immersed in grief.
That evening, the country issued a solemn order: all flags across the country were flown at half-mast to mourn General Wang Qi.
In schools, squares, and units, the flags that were originally flying high were slowly lowered, and the low-hanging flags swayed gently in the wind, as if they were also mourning the departure of General Wang.
Schools, enterprises and institutions organized memorial activities, and people gathered spontaneously to commemorate this hero.
In the square, many citizens held flowers in their hands, with solemn faces and tears in their eyes. They lined up in long queues and placed the flowers in front of the large portrait of General Wang in turn to express their respect and remembrance for him.
The next day, the country held a memorial service for Wang Qi.
The memorial service was solemn and dignified, with black and white tones permeating every corner, depressing people's hearts.
Nan Qiao was wearing plain black clothes and walked into the venue with heavy and slow steps.
Her eyes were empty and sad, tears welled up in her eyes but she stubbornly refused to fall. Only her red and swollen eyes betrayed her inner sorrow.
In the center of the hall, the portrait of General Wang hangs high. In the photo, he still has a firm gaze and a dignified expression, as if he is still guarding the land and people he loves.
Below the portrait, the hero's body is covered with the national flag, surrounded by flowers and green cypresses. The beautiful flowers also look particularly solemn at this time, as if they are mourning for the deceased.
Nan Qiao walked slowly to the coffin, her hands trembling slightly, and took out a medal she had carved from her pocket.
Wang Qi gave her a gift, and she had always wanted to give him a gift.
When she had some free time in the primeval forest, she learned carving from the skillful tribesmen in her tribe.
I had intended to give it to him after I came back, but I didn't expect that our quick meeting would be our final farewell.
She walked to Wang Qi, slowly bent down, and carefully and solemnly placed the medal on his chest.
Her fingers touched his cold body, and tears instantly blurred her eyes.
Her lips trembled, and her throat seemed to be choked by something. After a long while, she finally said with tears in her eyes, "Wang Qi, this is the 'Most Manly' medal I give you. Regardless of life or death, you will always be the most remarkable and respectable man in my heart."
"Wang Qi, have a safe journey."